This world I created for myself...
Esarosa paused, wading just past her ankles in a shallow streambed, no longer feeling inclined to keep traveling. The refreshing water lulled her into a state of rest, the fog lifted from her mind and her thoughts quieted. Suddenly she could feel the ache in all of her muscles that begged her to stay a while. She dipped her muzzle just below the water's surface, quenching her hot, dry throat before flopping down onto her side. She stretched out each leg, soaking herself thoroughly, sighing in comfort as her tail splashed back and forth, the water's surface gently gliding by her shoulders. She hadn't come by peace so easily since leaving home.
If only I could share this moment with Ajax. A slight huff escaped her lips and she looked to the canopy, squinting as sunlight streamed through. Then she shook her head, dunking her face into the refreshing stream, disbanding the fruitless thought. Anyone would do right about now, I think. How long has it been...? She had lost track of the sunrises she'd spent alone, and as much as she didn't want to think about it now, nor regret leaving home on a stubborn whim, the thoughts crept back in, even as she breathed in the fresh scents surrounding her. She tried to let her senses flood her with serenity, yet still she felt the gnawing ache of loneliness claw at her belly. Surely I cannot be alone in this enchanted place...
The mighty vixen prowled onward, light on her feet like a feather in the wind and propelling herself further into the distant darkness. Although with a raft of breeze flourishing around her, a feminine aroma caught her attention which brought her to a standstill in her waltz. Sensitive ears used to detect vibration of sounds from a far grazed in the direction the sources came from. Rushing currents reached her auricles just in time as her muscular alignments went bolting towards her destination. Slowing just before she'd reach her target, skimming through the shadows, quiet as a mouse as she lightly swayed her tail across the earth's furnace.
Coming to an immediate stop, hidden beneath the fractions of tree walls and bushy vines, yet her glowing orbs never once left the specimen wading in the water. With a flash of a sapphire blue and an ocean green ocular she'd emerge from the shadows that enveloped her in its harboring haven. Removing further from her solitary of confinement, edging closer and cautiously toward the female organism. Skimming her over once, calculating her body measurements and muscle fragments, watching the way her joints reacted -- analyzing if she had a weak reflex system. It seemed the femme was healthy in all aspects, but then again the two hadn't gotten to properly meet, so Fayelon stayed calm but not collective. She'd surely show confidence(as always), and bravery(likewise). "Lost little one?"
Trying to collect herself, the young femme looked to the dual coloured eyes of the other, an uncommon trait in her experience. Blinking, she glanced to the water. With a half-smile, Esarosa muttered, "Well, I wasn't really... because I left home... but I guess now I'm found.." she was trying to be clever but it came out quietly and awkward, her social practice at an all-time low. Clearing her throat and giving a flick of her ebony tail, she looked up again, trying to muster a little more confidence. "Oh, I'm Esarosa," she stated. Her name; it was something she could easily confirm without second-guessing herself. She supposed she could also ask for the fae's name without appearing stupid. "So... your name is..?" she questioned, which still managed to come out somewhat awkwardly.
With the other female specimens preaching her name in a matter of seconds Fayelon had to try and keep her name in the dark crevice of her minds demented abyss. Esarosa.. She repeated for a short period of time before being snagged away out of her trembling thoughts by the girl's next examination, which held a simple question. Ah yes, name. Taking in an intake of oxygen she exhaled with tidings, all laced in her famous Greek accent. "Names Fayelon, nice to meet you Esarosa."
"So Fayelon, where do you come from?" she asked curiously, stepping up out of the water but not standing too close to the other, "Are you familiar with the lands? I've been traveling for several moons, so I'm new here." The cool breeze ruffled her ebony coat as she stood just at the water's edge, relieving the stifling heat she had felt earlier. It would be nice when the sun went down beyond the horizon, then she could truly relax. She wondered what Fayelon planned to do when night fell.
The other question hit her with a pang to the heart, she remembers clear as day when her father banished her from her homeland. But instead of taking the heat and walking off with her head held high she turned satanic and slaughtered her father for his wrong doing. That day was one she'll never forget, having her own parents blood on her coat was something she never thought would happen; but it did. Fayelon would blink in sync motion as her digits toyed with the soft soil beneath her, looking over at the she-wolf whom seemed like she was awaiting an answer.. so the onyx woman gave her one. "I come from a far away place, one that is past the horizon and across treacherous landscapes. I am a Greek descendant, born to a king and queen. I am indeed a foreigner."
Esa shifted uncomfortably when Faye went quiet, her eyes seeming to see something distant that Esa could not envision. At last there were words to fill the silence, and Esarosa perked with curiosity. So this fae was borne of royalty. She blinked, grinning with amusement. "It seems we are both royalty," she stated, whisking her tail around, "I for one feel far out of my element... yet I feel a lot more free than back home." She didn't know what Faye's background was like, but she felt in a way like she had common ground with the femme, something they could both relate to. Though she was curious to know more, at the same time she felt somewhat afraid to ask any further. The other she-wolf seemed rather hesitant to answer some questions. Maybe she would find out more later. They didn't need to know everything about one another right off the bat. "I was hoping to catch the sunset tonight," she mentioned, trying to change the subject a little bit, "The sky is so clear today, I'm sure the colours will be magnificent when the sun sinks. Do you spend time just watching the sky change sometimes?"
Fayelon rolled her shoulders in effort to ease the stiffness in their joints, cautiously sitting back on her haunches while her tail wrapped neatly around her foundations. Both royalty? Now how Esarosa born to royalty? That is one question she'd like to know, how did she compare to Fayelon in this category? She took an intake of oxygen, breathing ancient tunes to the girl. "Dear, you say your royalty.. to whom were your parents? Where exactly did you come from? If you don't mind me asking?" With that being said she'd listen carefully to the other black females loaded question. Tilting her head slightly in wonder.. did she ever really just watch the sunset? She hasn't had the time to sit and watch as the sun sets beyond the horizon. Then again, Fayelon has never done such a thing. So her answer was sweet and simple, "no, I have not."
Esa felt slightly easier when the other femme sat down, making it less likely that she would rise quickly to attack. At least she could see it coming if anything were to happen (though she wasn't sure what she would do even if she saw it coming). Her tail continued to wave through the air, hoping to maintain her friendly appearance. Then she forced herself to sit down as well as the conversation continued. Her toes shifted and clawed at the soft, lush ground as Faye questioned her about her lineage. It seemed yet another serious topic; something Esa had hoped would make them feel more akin to each other seemed to drive the wedge between them further. She wondered if the place that Faye came from had more serious ideals attached to royalty, since she couldn't see the importance of it at all. "Well, you probably wouldn't have heard about them at all..." she began somewhat quietly, awkward again, "I come from a place called Tirisfal Valley... They called my mother Lady Snowfall; I never knew her, because she got very sick giving life to my sister and I... my father, Nuri Bade, took her to a pack in mountains far away where they could heal her. Apparently before mother fell ill, the two of them were a powerful duo with a loyal following of brave warriors. Even the baddest wolves didn't want to mess with them."
She hoped her answer would satisfy Fayelon. She didn't know a whole lot about the way things were before her birth - she only knew that things had sort of fallen apart after her mother fell ill. Esa had spent most of her puphood roughing around with her sister and surrogate siblings, and her surrogate mother - between raising four pups alone and fulfilling pack duties - didn't have much time to spend with her, or any of the siblings, one on one. The young she-wolf shook her head, not wanting to think about any of it in too much detail lest she feel a pang of longing in her heart. Tilting her head in Faye's direction, she wondered what else she would like to know. She was somewhat disappointed that she gave little interest to the sun set, something Esa had always enjoyed by herself, but she supposed everyone enjoyed something a little different.
She listened to the girl, her dome hung low and she worked the pillars and wheels in her mind. Faye had no more to express what Esarosa spoke, but only one thing came alive and her chambers worked around the tidings that came flying out of her mouth. "Your quite right, never heard of them. But they do sound like royalty.. Probably nothing compared to what I'm used to but I consider that power." The ebony woman shot a glance up towards the feminine organism, watching as she became uneasy and the muscles in her being shifted in an act of protection if Faye decided to leap from her stance and attack. At the thought Fayelon chuckled, shaking her crown before rolling her stiff scapula's than throwing out more venomous miens towards the girl.
"My father was King Lryan and my mother was Queen Sapphira, rulers to the thrones of Greece, they ran a strict Empire and the numbers they had were remarkable. Although when I was still in my mothers womb, she was murdered by a rival King of my father's.. and out of my mothers death I was the only one to survive. Sure, my father grew up protecting me and my older brother best he could, but that would never be enough for the dangers that he faced with a war festering just outside his walls. He taught me and my brother the act of war, how to fight, how to hunt, how to survive. Everything that we needed in order to ready ourselves for battle, yet my brother and I never got along.. always clashing heads, trying to be the better successor." Fayelon would take a pause as she stood to her foundations and waltzed a little forth onto the rushing water. Dipping her left fore paw in its sparkling pool, twirling her appendage 'round and 'round before breathing life again.
"My father had us battle each other, so therefore it gave us an excuse to despise one another even more. After every fight I was the victor of it all, and believe it or not my father hated me for that. He wanted his son to be the better warrior than his daughter, the King never sought the females to be of higher rankings than males. So once the war finally arrived me and Castro were sent out into battle. The war was won, yes, but my father shoved me aside and focused mainly on my brother. This put a wedge between me and him, although in his absence I found an unlikely ally, his name was Elijah. For months me and him grew closer and I guess you would have called us something much more than just friends.. Yet it didn't take long when my brother challenged me for the last time for father's crown and I had two choices, either stand up and fight or turn and run away. But I was no coward so I did what any brave soul would do, I fought my brother and in the end I was the only one left standing. This enraged my father and he banished me.." Fayelon paused again, her head rotated to look over her shoulder but she dared not meet Esarosa's gaze as she spoke the last part of her past. "and out of my father's betrayal I turned satanic and slaughtered the King.. my sire.. my dad.. And with that my brother swore to redeem him and I fled, didn't look back, didn't turn around and face what dangers I knew would be waiting for me, I just.. ran.. never stopped until I reached Ala and now I have to live everyday looking over my shoulder in hopes that my brother wouldn't be standing behind me. There have been many sleepless nights where I just lay awake and listen to the silence in the night and the blackness that swallows me up.. I don't live in fear, no, never, but I live in regret and insanity."
Suddenly Esarosa felt that maybe Fayelon was more normal than she initially gave her credit for. As the story of Faye's past opened further, Esa felt herself drawn in, appalled at her father's desires and actions against her. When Faye paused, no longer stirring the water calmly with her forepaw, Esa held her breath. Then Faye looked over her should at her, but not making eye contact. She spoke once more, and Esarosa felt her heart race again. Fayelon was admitting to slaughtering her own kin. She didn't know what to say to the she-wolf, who seemed to be wracked with guilt and worry, but not admitting to fear. Surely she could fend for herself if someone came after her, but it was clear that her past weighed heavily on her. Esa lifted a paw, her gaze shifting from side to side, then she stood slowly, allowing herself to glance just briefly upon Faye. "Well, hey, maybe you just need a day to relax," she said in all her youthful naivety, "We could swing from the willows and lounge in the stream... and maybe there's some fish to be caught. If we stick together, no one will want to come after you. Safety in numbers, right?" Having never met aggressive wolves before, she didn't know of the vicious tricks dangerous wolves could play, nor how far they would go for the taste of blood. She just hoped she could convince Faye to brighten up.
Fayelon perked her ears up, rotating and angling themselves in the direction Esarosa's risen tunes birthed to life from her larynx. The goddess grinned at her response, shaking her head quickly in a means of simply saying otherwise. The woman stood to her feet, circled 'round so that she was facing the other femme and boldly spoke without nary hesitation in her depths. "Lovely way to change subject, haha, but yes I could use that. Seems like I damn well need it, ain't that bout right? Hah, indeed, well come on, let's go. Don't want to stay here too long or someone might come upon you and they may or may not be as nice and gracious as I am." Thus the ghoul spun on her heels, beckoned Esarosa to follow with the flicker of her peeked black tail before venturing further into the woodland phalanstery.
She was happy to splash through the stream again, letting the water soak into her thick ebony coat. The air was humid around them, making the warm air even more stifling. She wanted to ask, but now she felt like she might say something stupid if she opened her mouth again, but she was curious to know what a she-wolf like Fayelon did for fun. Maybe she didn't do much fun stuff, too wrapped up in her past to truly relax. Unable to keep quiet for too long, she blurted out, "Well what do you like to do for fun?" she asked, trotting along behind the young woman, wondering what they could get up to together, and how long before Faye grew tired of her an left her alone. She didn't want to think of being alone again, so instead she shook the thought away and perked her ears hoping for a response.