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i will go wherever you will go || circinae, jah-lilah, & twins - Canaan - 08-31-2017 ** marked mature for brief reference to intimacy Canaan And maybe, I'll find out a way to make it back someday. To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days. It felt as if there were a gaping wound, festering within his chest, leaving him breathless and longing like he had never been before. He had been given a taste of her – so sweet, like droplets of rainwater – and of the passion that simmered beneath her skin, arching to his ravenous mouth, gasping against the urgency of his body melding into her own – a dance as old as time itself, and it had sated his desire, if only for a moment in time. He had spent much more time caressing her beneath the pale moonlight, drawing her closer to him and brushing his dark mouth across the column of her throat, the curve of her jawline, while her dark tresses draped over his own. He had tasted the gentle hum of her pleasure under his tongue, and he had brushed away the fallen tears away from her emerald skin. There was so much meaning within his gentle, deliberate caresses – hidden within each soft kiss were apologies that no words could ever convey, and each time that his body became one with her own, he felt closer to her, and it was a feeling he would not soon forget. Alas, dawn inevitably came, and with it, they had parted ways. The wanderlust within him was dormant, and he yearned to stay by her side, to follow her to whatever end of the Earth she so craved to see, but she had convinced him that taking the time to brace their sons for his arrival would be in their best interest. Thus, she had moved to the north, and he to the south, despite the heavy, roiling knot of dread slowly building within the pit of his belly that told him to follow her – to not leave her side. His instinct had known better than he. His broad, heavily feathered wings had become stiff and sore from disuse, and he longed to be amid the rolling clouds once more, drifting across various wind currents (both those created by his own sheer will, and those as natural as the blinding sun itself) – and after many hours of flexing and stretching the hollowed bones and their neglected ligaments, he had finally taken flight, soaring over the wide, open sky. His mirth was short-lived, however, as a swell of darkness bloomed over the woodland toward the north, followed by a distant rumbling as the ground and sea began to untangle itself from its own delicately woven threads, bubbling up with seawater and magma as a corner of the forest fell into pieces. No. No, it can’t be – Taiga. But it is, and his heart is beating faster, wildly pounding inside of his chest as the angle of his broad wingspan is shifted, and a gust of forceful wind carries him swiftly across the landscape. He does not dare enter the darkness of which has inevitably swallowed the copse of trees it once loomed over precariously, choosing instead to plunge himself into an open clearing a mile south of the wreckage, while his long, golden legs outstretch for a stunted landing, surrounded by tall and winding vegetation, his hazel gaze searching the shadow of the dark tree line. Nearby, the river roared, echoing throughout the dense foliage, but he did not seek the solace of its ravenous ways now – and a deep, urgent call (a plea, his heart racing still) echoes through out the land – a call for Circinae, for Jah-Lilah, for his sons. If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all, then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you. @[Circinae] @[Jah-Lilah] RE: i will go wherever you will go || circinae, jah-lilah, & twins - Jah-Lilah - 09-05-2017 Jah-Lilah someday, we will foresee obstacles Even if the sky is falling down... Jah-Lilah was dreaming again today. Her head was filled with visions of Taiga being swallowed up. She could hear the screams, see the image of the malicious stallion(Carnage, they had called him), feel the wrath of the faeries. She felt crushed and defeated all over again. Her spiritual connection to everything around her and to the Earth-Mother wouldn't let her rest easy. As she relived the death of a nation, her heart wept. The pain felt almost physical, as if all that the Earth-Mother felt, my little firefly felt with her. This nightmare was almost worse than when she defeated The Underneath's minion. Except at least she could escape The Underneath's grasp. Where does she run when the beast is in her own mind? Jah-Lilah is jolted awake just as one of Carnage's wolves reach out to snap her up. She panics for a moment, then sees the bodies of her family, Circinae and Crevan, dozing next to her and she instantly calms. She felt as though she wanted to touch them, grab them, snatch them, to make sure they were truly there, alive in front of her. She doesn't wake them. This is the first time since the demolition of her Wolf's homeland any of them have had any semblance of rest, as unsound as that sleep was. She stepped a pace closer, watching them slumber. They were breathtaking, her mate and her son. Crevan had grown so much since that fateful winter day she had come to Taiga seeking Circinae. He was blooming into a hell of a stud, and could have been Canaan's brother, he so favored him. Then there was Circinae. Who could have thought when my Jah-Lilah had come here she'd find such a creature. The mare was sleek, smart, shaped by the water and the lupine inside of her. Sometimes Jah-Lilah would just watch the girl, and seeing her in action earlier during the emergency...she was flawless. She had slowly been starting to master her teleportation skills, and it showed. My flower reaches over and nibbles Circinae's withers, then noses at her midnight mane, inhaling all of her in. She moves to Crevan, licking up behind his ear and wuffling softly. She sighed, wishing Canaan and Corvus were here. She missed them terribly, and longed for Circinae to be reunited with all of her boys. Canaan especially. The pair had welcomed Jah-Lilah in so completely, so easily, she wondered if there was a catch. So far the Earth-Mother played no game with Jah's emotions, this was real, her mates and her family unit all was- Jah-Lilah's train of thought is cut short by a cry that rips into her soul and has her completely on edge. Her head shoots up and her muscles are rigid, nose twitching as she desperately tries to confirm what she's just heard. His call reaches her ears again and she whinnies back, long and loud, her silvery voice cutting the crisp night air. She whirls and pirouettes on a hind leg to reach round and deliver a nip to both of her companions. She roughly nudges Circinae into alertness, all grogginess had been spooked out of her. "Wolf, get up! It's him!" She turns to Creven and begins bumping him towards the river. "Fire-Fang, come, we must go, now." With that, she lights up the night, looking for any sign of the winged wanderer. She looks back at her family, waiting for Circy to lead the way. ...I know that we'll be safe and sound. @[Circinae] @[Canaan] RE: i will go wherever you will go || circinae, jah-lilah, & twins - Circinae - 09-06-2017 Circinae Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me @[Jah-Lilah] @[Canaan] RE: i will go wherever you will go || circinae, jah-lilah, & twins - Canaan - 09-10-2017 Canaan And maybe, I'll find out a way to make it back someday. To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days. Being without her had never stirred so much anxiety within him before – he was a creature built of wanderlust, longing to go where he never had before, aching to be anywhere but where he had already been. Yet, much had changed during his captivity. He longed to see the vibrant cerulean of her sultry gaze (so much like the salty sea along the coastline of Nerine; it reminded him of her each day), to taste the sage and soil that lingered on her viridescent skin - he longed to be beside her more than he yearned for his freedom, and it is a desire he had never thought himself capable of having. Parting from her had been done with a heavy – and weary – heart. He had only just found her, and he found himself once again alone, albeit without the invisible binding that had kept him tethered to the ground. There was the whispered promise of tomorrow, upon which he would be reunited with her – with their sons, who he longed to see – with Jah-Lilah, who had a mystery all her own, whose heavy-lidded gaze and sensuality stirred his heart into a ragged frenzy, not unlike Circinae did. He felt conflicted, and yet there was contentment – she had found happiness in his absence, and he would never fault her for it. He had never promised to return to her; he could have been little else but bone left awash upon the shore, or in a far off distant land. He never expected her to wait for him, or to still hold a piece of him so close to her heart – but he hoped that she had, as he had done as well. The pure emotional connection shared between the two was striking, alluring – he was not deterred by it; he was drawn to it. He longed to be a part of it, to be a part of Circinae and the life she had built, however she would have him (the mindset of Jah-Lilah, the wickedly witty and electrifying enchantress which had taken a piece of his water-wolf’s heart, is still unknown to him). Still, he longed to see her, too. He knew somehow, it would be as it was meant to be. When his golden-flecked gaze is finally settled upon the familiar gleam of her emerald skin, a breath he had been holding without realizing it emerges in a low, rumbling sigh – she had escaped the wreckage, with no injury nor harm to show for it. His slender but heavily muscled legs carry him to her, and his pale lips press against the curve of her jaw – a breath of a kiss, before his steady gaze bores into that of Jah-Lilah, the magnetic creature fitting so closely and so flawlessly into the edges and curves of Circinae’s feminine body. There is the warmth of a smile as his breath intermingles with her own with a soft whuffing noise – inhaling the heavy spice of her heady scent, blending faultlessly with that of his (their emerald lover and briefly brushing his lips across the curve of her cheek. All the while, he is unaware of a scent further downwind – where his sons Crevan (and Corvus, tucked carefully alongside his watchful brother lie in wait. ”The forest,” he breathes, his gaze flickering from one and to the other. ”to the north – I saw it fall, with magma, fire – the ocean swallowed it, and I worried –“ he pauses, then, concern laced within his tone, while his hazel gaze bores into Circinae’s own, searchingly. ”Taiga? Is it gone? What about the boys?” If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all, then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you. @[Circinae] @[Jah-Lilah] RE: i will go wherever you will go || circinae, jah-lilah, & twins - Jah-Lilah - 09-11-2017 Jah-Lilah stronger than you know @[Circinae] @[Canaan] RE: i will go wherever you will go || circinae, jah-lilah, & twins - Crevan - 09-12-2017 forget all the names we used to know RE: i will go wherever you will go || circinae, jah-lilah, & twins - Corvus - 09-16-2017 .Corvus. (yes, I am alone) but then again, I always was. as far back as I can tell. He is incredulous. Though he is unwavering and still beside his brother (they are so alike, and yet so fundamentally different), there is a roiling, tempestuous storm of emotion stirring restlessly beneath the stoic façade worn. He is too young to be as coiled and as bitter as he is, but as the darkening flecks of his hazel eyes settle upon the sight before him, a festering rage has already begun to churn ferociously within the tightness of his chest. His father – a figment of his imagination, or so he had seemed – is standing still within a bleak and bleary woodland clearing, wholly flesh and bone. A fleeting memory of gilded wonder, standing before him yet again and lavished with heavy, awakened affection by those his feeble and reluctant heart clutches onto for the smallest semblance of warmth. His gaze does not linger – it moves seamlessly between his mother (his heart; he only had kindness for her) and Jah-Lilah, the ever-present force that had been in his life almost as long as he had the capacity to formulate memories. His heart stirs uncomfortably, betrayed by the display of affection that lay before him and how easily his father’s abandonment had been forgotten. But not by him. Disappoint is hot and bitter, rising like a bile across the surface of his tongue. He can feel the simmering fire threatening to burst forth from the bristling flesh of Crevan beside him (he can almost taste metallic copper of blood in his mouth that his shifter brother had so often indulged upon; he is so tightly tied to him that he is privy to knowledge that he should never have and yet he could not feel further away from him). He presses past him, his anger coming to a boiling point, as the fury envelopes him and swallows him whole, transforming him before his very own eyes. He is weak, giving into the acidic anger that had festered so vehemently inside of him, while his own is slowly seeping from his pores – enveloping him in the hot heat of ire, while his brother is engulfed by the burning, hot flames of hatred and acrimony. He can hardly suppress a sigh; the sight of their writhing bodies churning against one another like the restless sea is enough to turn his stomach, and his brother and his sudden recklessness is embarrassing and stirs an uneasiness that he can no longer stand. The wind, once still and stagnant within the dimly lit thicket, is turned up – twisting, turning, as a powerful and forceful gust sweeps forth from the moist and fertile ground, weaving its way through the forest – pushing mightily against the three that stand as one. He does not see the wonder roused in the gaze of his father, startled by the sweeping and vigorously manipulated wind (he could feel it was no natural wind; he too was of the sky and of the air current and he can feel the magic) – nor does he stay to entertain his heedless brother and his impulsive cry that neither of them truly want an answer to. His backed is turned, and as quickly as he had come, he is gone, one with the dark and insidious shadow once more. I think maybe it's because you were never really real to begin with.
(I just made you up to hurt myself) RE: i will go wherever you will go || circinae, jah-lilah, & twins - Circinae - 09-16-2017 Circinae Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me RE: i will go wherever you will go || circinae, jah-lilah, & twins - Canaan - 09-20-2017 Canaan And maybe, I'll find out a way to make it back someday. To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days. To see his children, his firstborn, two cut from the very same cloth as he and yet filled with such hatred and resentment; it is almost too much for him to watch .. but he does. It is the least that he can do, to be the brunt of their anger, and their heartache. He had not been the steady presence he longed to be upon the day of their birth. He had looked upon Corvus, a deep marigold with emerald, and dark wings folded against his slender barrel – he had imagined teaching him flight, and his brother, Crevan, a pale cream with the navy of his mother’s haphazard tresses – he had imagined showing him all that nature had to offer; all that his own wanderlust had given to him. Beautiful, and without flaw, he had looked upon his sons then, newly birthed and shaky on spindly legs – and now, fully grown, with a shadow of doubt, of bitterness and swallowed bile, and he is hopeless. He is hopeless to change what has already been done – and his heart, raggedly beating inside of his chest, is left broken and splintered as he finally sees what destruction had been left behind in the wake of his absence. The sheer enthrallment of lips brushing across skin, of the warmth of another heart beating in time with his own – all is forgotten in that moment, and it is almost as if he had caught within a fleeting moment of time – as if the world around him is moving forward, and he is left, breathless and caught in the stillness of all that he had lost, and all that would always be as broken as it had become. He does not try to stop them – Either one of them. Their anger and wretched grief are not out of place, and he is all too aware that no good will come of his interference. He is silent, watchful - he can feel the subtle change in the wind; it is as much a part of him as the blood in his own veins and the heart in his chest. He is in awe, as pride fills the empty cavity beneath his breast, knowing that one of his one carries his own gift with him – followed by misery that he had not been able to teach him all of the potential within the power he possessed. His dark mouth presses to Circinae’s neck, brushing away a stray lock from the skin that lay there – a small gesture of comfort, as his hazel gaze rises to meet with the soulful eyes of the one chosen to guard her heart in his absence. Jah-Lilah is fierce, passionate, and fervent with a heat he is drawn to, that rouses his heart into the same rapid pitter-patter that his beloved wolf so often did – and there is no part of him that denies how it seemed as if she was always meant to be, caressing Circinae, preening Canaan – and his mouth murmurs softly against her mahogany skin, barely rising above the gentle zephyr left in Corvus’ wake. ”We are all that we need. I will follow you, Circinae, to whatever end – lead the way.” If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all, then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you. |