Yet Again We Dance// nemosis and open

[Glaciers are Cold]

caustic is a meanie,

you take too long can i kill you now?

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,520,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/a2vuas.png); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #202020; text-transform: lowercase;] Fire? Was it possible? Could she really have produced such a… detestable, dark magic? Caustic had never considered herself as a 'good', wholesome wolf. Those were rare gems, the odd one who blossomed in a time of such disaster and disrepair. She sometimes yearned to be one, dreamed of it even, but no. It was in her nature to be as harsh as the bitter winters, cold as the life she lived, heartless as the rest of the deeply scarred wolves. She was one of them and would always be. But she didn't think she had it so bad that her powers could be dark. What was worse was not even being able to predict when her powers were wielded. They almost had a life of their own. She would sullenly sulk at in the crisp whiteness of snow, biding her time, thinking her thoughts, when poof! Fire would curl out from in front of her, dark smoke that smothered her lungs, choking her. And how embarrassingly pathetic was that? Her own untamable powers trying to kill her. But fortunately they were weak. As swiftly as the flames twisted into the air the vanished, as if vanquished by some imaginary spurt of water. And how much like life it is, Caustic mused, so easily can a life be smothered and disappear. It was early dawn. The palest of peaches sprung in the sky, silvery lemon rosettes dotting it. White ivory clung to the fringes of the bare sun as it grudgingly climbed the sky. Small spatterings of clouds drew closer, trying to obscure it. The she-wolf certainly hoped they did. The Vanilla Peaks were blinding enough even without the sun's harsh rays. Which was why Caustic had departed just before dawn. That was the best time to travel through bright land, when prey knew it was safe to peek out without losing their sense of sight and sanity. Although early morning meant frost embraced her pale fur, she crept deeply into the snow banks, trying to wipe off her scent and perhaps hide. She stealthily paced a while, her nose twitching. A spectrum of smells invaded her nostrils. There were the cozy feelings of warm dens washing over her, the rancid stenches of long-made prey droppings. But that was good, in a way. At least something to use as a means of tracking. Somewhat reluctantly, she edged forward, tipping her nose at the remains. She alternatively sniffed those, then the air, comparing recent smells against aged ones. Finally, she had sifted out one that could prove useful. She sniffed ever deeply and moved on, her gait languid from boredom. Listlessly she trotted forward, lazily, so very lazily as fatigue overwhelmed her. One step. Another step. Watch out for those brambles. Yet another step. Her eyes began drooping as the sun reflected more light off of the snow-white… snow. And then suddenly, it was not such a pearly, alabaster pallor. Deep dark wisps of black began framing the edges, dancing into the still-dawn sky. They wove and they twined, dreams and spells and tales of old flashing through. Magic, it whispered. Magic. Dance. Song. Caustic's eyes shot open. "Mercy, will it never leave me alone!" she almost shrieked. Her horrified, hazel-amber eyes stared at the fire. Fire. Again. Oh not again. Quickly she glanced around, although in the deepest chambers of her heart she knew it was her. She stepped back, her eyes nearly tearing up. She could not run from this madness, and where was there to run? To the nearest cliff to thrust herself off of? And yet what would that gain? Death could certainly not satisfy her. She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the terrors of life. Maybe if she just closed her eyes, and hoped, and dreamed, and wished…

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words 633 tags Nemosis notes I'm in such a weird mood today! credits rinne

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[atrb=background,http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z58/graphicxexamples/ayanetablemid.png] Had it not been for the large outlines that her paws had left in the snow behind them, one could have easily mistaken Ayane for just another mound of snow piled on the mountainside. Her thick, fluffy coat blended brilliantly white that surrounded her on every side for miles and miles. It was everywhere - to her left, to her right, on her back and between her toes. She moved at a slow, deliberate pace, almost as if the snowflakes that clinged to her fur were slowing her down. But that would be silly to think such a think. A few tiny snowflakes couldn't harm a wolf. How had she even gotten here in the first place? It wasn't like Ayane to wander so far from safety, not when she knew all too well that it was potentially dangerous for a canine like her to be alone. Simply put, she wasn't cut out for survival on her own and without the protection of at least one other wolf. That's not to say that she didn't know how to; she wasn't some defenseless pup. She just lacked some of the defensive (as well as offensive) assets that other wolves had. When had she even set off on this journey she had embarked on? The alabaster she-wolf turned her head to the sky. It was only dawn; the sky was colored with warm tones of pinks, reds and oranges and contrasting white clouds outlined with a silvery lining. That had to have meant she'd left on this adventure of hers sometime during the wee hours of the morning, so early that sky was still dark and the stars were still twinkling like the decorative diamonds that they were. But when in the morning? Why did she leave? Who did she tell? Anyone? No one? She paused midstride; pale blue eyes traveled down to the ground that she stood on, and a a small smile began to play upon her features. All this thinking she was doing, it was probably the reason she had gotten so far out here in the first place. She'd probably set off to do one task and then started letting her mind wander, just as she always did. I swear, she began thinking, letting out a sigh. One day, I'm not gonna know where on earth I am. I'll just be lost in the middle of nowhere. She took a moment to examine her surroundings. It already looked like that ship had sailed. With her newfound realization, it seemed that there was nothing more for her to do aside from head back to her homeland and the safety of the Canopus pack. At least there, she had somewhat of a purpose, even if it was just to protect the pack. As she turned around to follow what was left of her footprints back to her pack, a fierce wind whipped past her, ruffling her fur and causing her claws to sink into the top layer of frozen snow as she braced herself to be blown back. Fortunately, she was able to withstand the force of the gust, but it brought more than just temporary discomfort. A new smell was in the air; something burning... Ayane instinctively turned her body to the source of the smell. From where she was standing, she could only just barely make out the faint flicker of a flame somewhere off in the distance. But that was strange, who in their right mind would be all the way out here, especially during this time of day? Curiosity piqued, the she-wolf set her sight on this new destination and began padding towards it, using her nose as an extra guide to help her find her way during these hours of dim light. She continued to keep a slow, even pace as she trekked onward, keeping her pawsteps light as they swiftly kissed the frozen ground. She was relying mostly on her sense of smell now; her eyes were heavy and tired from being open since the dark hours of the morning. But her efforts were not in vain; the gap between her and the flame was steadily closing, and as she got closer, she became more and more cautious. She'd been lead into even stranger territory, somewhere carefully hidden by natural snowbanks. Where there was fire, there had to have been someone to start it. She had heard old tales of ape-looking creatures that wielded untamed flames on the limbs of branches...could it be one of them? Again, she paused midstride, her front paw dangling in the rigid air. The ashen smoke created by the flame was in clear view now, but she dare not get too close. "Is...is someone out there?" she called curiously, stretching her neck and tilting. She'd heard whoever it was shriek only moments ago, saying something along the lines of something never leaving them alone. Was someone in trouble? "Hello?" she called out again, this time with just a bit more worry laced in her tone. "Do you need help?" As the question parted from her lips, she instantly regretted it. What if this creature did need help? Unless it was something that her powers could handle, she wouldn't be of much service. And then again, maybe she was getting worked up over nothing and her mind was clouding her judgment. It certainly wouldn't be the first time it happened. ooc; i'm sorry this took forever and a day. i got soooo distracted. xp

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