Make Me
03-16-2014, 09:53 PM
CALLISTO
Walk | Talk | Think It was strange just how quickly Callisto found herself alone. It had started with her mother, who she had always supposed had returned to Ludicael to find the woman that she thought so highly of. Then her brother, who she suspected had talked himself into a fight he could not retreat from. Circe and her father had stayed around the longest, but illness had dragged her father away and then her sister seemed to have gotten lost after they had left Tortuga together. Alone did not feel like the correct kind of state for her to be in. Her whole life it had felt like she had striven for her own quiet space, isolation from others, and a place where she could have room for herself and herself alone. Now that she had it she hardly knew what to do with herself. What was the point of gathering plants if there was no one to keep it secret from? What was the point of slinking around if there was no one to bother her when she was out in the open? Without someone to hold her in one place and no ties anywhere, the grey and black youth had taken to wandering, drifting further from the north and the place she had once called home - twice - in search of something different. The north was such a cold and callous land that the draw of the plants and herbs of its neighboring territories attracted her attention, and having once lived in the east she trekked back to semi-familiar landscapes that covered that area. There was no land that she found immediately identifiable - she saw no point in going back to Ludicael simply because she was lonely - so she let her nose lead her, following scents of plants and learning where they could be found. Rather than stumble upon a plant scent this time of afternoon, sunlight streaming through the trees in accented by intervals of long shadows, Callisto found herself suddenly stopped by the scent of a wolf. Her grey paws were still as her keen nose continued to scent the air, her brow wrinkling ever so slightly. A pack? She waited for the typical rise of rebellion and urge to flee that usually arrived with such realizations, but surprisingly it was scarce. Odd. Was this another product of being alone, of having no one that she could complain about to herself? Maybe she would have to change that. Though a part of her was sorely tempted to cross the border and walk just inside of it - to really give the pack means to come and address her behavior - she instead took to walking alongside it, peeking within the boundary considering nothing of worthwhile use would be growing upon such stones and inhospitable terrain. Silvery blue eyes were blank but intent, her expressionless face turned toward the territory as she paced needlessly beside it, tempting and daring those wolves who called this place home to find her and tell her to leave. Image by Maka. |
03-20-2014, 12:39 PM
Vaughan was slowly getting used to the blazing heat of the day; no longer moaning or avoiding it; he acted a lot like a vampire, preferring the night times and resting during the day. Oh, and how he wished he could do that. If i wasnt for finding Ebony once again, perhaps that is exactly what he would be doing... nothing. But after meeting with Raisa The ebony man had gotten a respectable rank as high lord, and for the time being he felt like he had a purpose. Accepting new members, alert the queen for any problems, sort out ranks and sort out alliances. It kept him busy through out the days, and he was beginning to enjoy it quite a lot. He would stroll along the invisible border line like he did most days, and instead of seeing a fully matured wolf or another trespassing, his gaze would fall upon a youth, innocent they where, and they where the ones to carry on after the elders steps.
Vaughan would keep his head high and his posture strong, but had no intention of flaunting his power. The ebony and ash girl seemed healthy; and full of potential, perhaps Vaughan could train her up himself to become a high lady or a master of the thing she specializes in. A smile would press gently against his face, welcoming her to the lands of Ebony. " What brings you over to this empire, little one? are you alone in this heat." He would take a moment to wonder before proceeding. " Im vaughan, High lord of Ebony."
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03-20-2014, 10:30 PM
CALLISTO
Walk | Talk | Think The young girl was so attentive with her gaze set toward the interior of the territory that she caught sight of the wolf pacing well before his path seemed to direct itself toward her own. Well, a definite plus to this place then. At least the residents here were proactive and assuring their borders were strong and protected, though she hardly considered herself to be of any threat. Not even with her precious herbs was she skilled enough to be lethal. That, however, was a fact she was still hoping to remedy. She was still unsure what she sought here at the border to this unknown pack but she was curious despite herself. It seemed the loneliness of traveling alone had made her more desperate than she was even willing to admit to herself. Callisto slowed and then stopped as the male wolf - a strange creature of darkness splashed with white - reformed his expression into the semblance of a smile, posture authoritative with a friendly air. Obviously he intended to intercept her, likely before she became bold enough to cross directly into his land, and so she waited for him, allowed him to approach her as she stood silently and stoicly by. His greeting was casual and curious, not so much the kind if address that she would have expected from a border patrol but one she would have expected by happening upon a stranger alone. Oh. He was reacting to the wayward child image that she projected. And perhaps, a little, beneath her disinterest, she was touched by his unnecessary concern. She had no answer to his first question and so she focused upon the second, answering with a simple, "Yes." She was alone, in more ways than one. No pack. No family. No friends. She felt entirely out of place for it, driven here on the cusp of some claimed territory just to force an interaction on herself, one that she felt both awkward and reluctant about continuing. What was she doing here? Maybe this was too bold a move. The smiling wolf offered his name, as well as his title, and Callisto could not stop herself from answering in discreetly mocking tones. "Callisto. Of nowhere." She had never thought herself attached to the titles and authority that her parents used to possess, but now she missed it. At least with it she had felt like a part of something, with a particular place that she fit in. Being stranded with nowhere to go was much worse. Second thoughts had sprung up, but through them she considered what she had just been told. High Lord. That sounded important. Ebony? Nowhere in her recollection of the few times that she had been around her father when he was considering politics had she heard of such a pack. Was it new? Created after the time when her father fell sick and isolated himself from everyone? The blank, bored look about her face became slightly more animated as her brow furrowed around puzzled blue eyes, asking still in her naturally disinterested tone, "What's Ebony?" Image by Maka. |