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your heart, it's like a drum; Firen - Ferran - 04-21-2020 i'm told that to be human i must stand still She dreams of many things. Many of him, of days long gone. Lost forever to the winds of time (they steal so easily, leaving only memories in their wake). And she wakes. Sometimes when she wakes, it is not where she had slept. Sometimes she is left in the echoes of her memories, wondering if they ever truly existed. ferran @[Firen] RE: your heart, it's like a drum; Firen - Firen - 04-23-2020 A haunting sound slices through the forest, riding the autumn wind. For thousands of years, their ancestor's howls had echoed across this land, but none would have moved him like this one. He doesn't feel much, not since the dragon turned his heart to ice, but he feels that. The wolf's legs are in motion before he has time to consider if he should or shouldn't. It wasn't a question. She was his Alpha, and she called. She called to him. In a world like this, it was the nature of souls to drift apart. Time was forever pulling against them, pulling them apart, and time usually won. But there was another side to the nature of tides and time - what had been broken was often pushed back together again. He hadn't doubted it, even if he had never searched for her with intention. He had always known that she would call for him again when she was ready. The unique signature of Ferran's mind draws him like a torch, and before he can see her he seeks to fall into its familiar crevices. He felt more at home in her thoughts than his own in the younger years, when he was little more than her slinking shadow. Or so he had been told. Their father had always said that like it was an insult, but he hadn't minded being her shadow. The years that have past can be seen on his face, in his size, and most noticeably the old wound across his chest. Bare skin, the color of charcoal, stands out - an ugly contrast to the rest of his thick pelt. It is the only hint that there is no warm, beating heart in his breast. Any heat that he generates comes from the small twisting flames above his shoulder blades. Red eyes search her, just as his mind searches her, and he mirrors her. Sinking to his haunches he absorbs her ghostly wolf-form with a hungry stare. He doesn't feel much, he never would, but he knows that this is right. RE: your heart, it's like a drum; Firen - Ferran - 04-29-2020 i'm told that to be human i must stand still The echo of her call fades into the distant sky, but still she waits. For an answer, or more. It’s foolish to think there might be one after all this time. She had called before, and always it had ended the same. She had waited until pink and orange and purple tinged the horizon. Until light had overtake the nostalgia of night. And then she had continued on where she had left off, her childish whimsy forgotten as all the rest had been. ferran RE: your heart, it's like a drum; Firen - Firen - 05-03-2020 There is a comfort in the way she greets him, an easiness he has not felt in the presence of others since his heart had been irrevocably damaged. She touches her snout to his whiskers, huffing and exchanging scents, and he pushes his muzzle into the thick collar of fur around her neck, letting his senses overflow with her and the feelings of home. When they withdraw her eyes find his scars. She is full of questions and something close to guilt, but he just shrugs. She hadn't been there for him, it was true. But it just as easily could have been she who was hurt and he who was missing. If somehow he had been given that choice, it always would be he who took the bullet. And anyway, she would have only gotten herself killed if she had tried to fight the creature that attacked him. But he wouldn't tell her that. She wants to know more and he won't defy her. He opens his mouth, speckled-black tongue sliding over even blacker lips as he prepares to use his voice for the first time in weeks. In his mind, this was his largest flaw, that he had to use his voice to speak at all. "It's not much of a story." He begins, reaching back into his memory with a scowl, sifting through the jumble of days and faces around that event. "It was on Icicle Isle, a monster." He didn't have the words to properly describe the xenomorph who had pulled him from the sky like a cat with a songbird. But he would never forget her face. "I woke up days later, and a strange stallion had kept me alive. He sealed the wound with ice magic," It was a cruel irony, the man had saved his life but still Firen harbored something resembling resentment for him. "but I'm not sure he did it right." RE: your heart, it's like a drum; Firen - Ferran - 05-19-2020 i'm told that to be human i must stand still Time works on them all, an inescapable, merciless march that pulls them apart and drags them back together on reckless whims. She had known better than to believe everything would be as she had left it, but some foolishly naive piece of her still had. ferran |