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 Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:53 pm
Ryla woke up, still living in a dreamy state. Five days had passed since she'd first met Widower, and been shown his little Oasis in the midst of Oblivion. He'd invited her to share his Den, and she'd accepted happily. As of yet, nothing serious had happened, aside from an occasional lick on the cheek or a small nuzzle, but the more time she spent with the scarlet and gold hound, the more Ryla was sure that this must be an illusion. It had to be just another cruel trick of Oblivion, conjured up by the fog that covered this place...
But if Ryla really was dreaming... she didn't want to wake up.
She stood lazily, the fox pelt slipping to the ground as she yawned. Her eyes were drawn to the stitches, which obviously hadn't been done by any Hell hound... Unless a hound had suddenly sprouted opposable thumbs.
It wasn't really a big deal... Widower had told her before that he'd taken it from a pair of Daemons... Why was she just thinking about this now?
She shook herself, trying to shrug off the thought. The sudden movement caused her piercing to jingle against her horn, flooding her mind with a new set of thoughts... and memories...
She looked at the spot across the cave where Widower was still asleep. His scarlet fur, patterned with golden webbing, moved lazily as he breathed. She still hadn't told him the full extent of her past... or how badly she'd been hurt...
Maybe it was time... To tell someone...
NO! She scowled, furious at herself for even thinking about it. She could never tell anyone about what had happened to her... Not even Widower, who she was beginning to trust more than any hound she had ever met...
Her eyes softened as she looked again at the male hound. He hadn't exactly had an easy past himself, being chased off by his family... It must have been painful... But he had shared that past with her openly... Perhaps she should do the same...
This time she did not scowl, but simply dismissed the thought as she usually did, letting the undesired memories slip from her mind. She crossed the den to the space where Widower lay and knelt beside him, nuzzling the fur on his cheek.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:23 pm
 Widower's head was filled with thoughts of webs laced with sliver and the beautiful white female that made his heart stop and turn to water.
She was by far teh only hound that didn't shun him. He wanted to spend all his time with her, she mistifiyed him and kept him guessing.
But her past was haunted with skeletons that he couln't protect her from, that saddened him. Ryla shouldn't be hurt in such a way, but treasured for jsut being near you. Widower wanted to protect her from all teh shadows in oblivion.
He felt his cheek being touched....was it a dream? Then why all of a sudden was his hear beating 100 time faster? Was it her?
Stirring awak he opened his eyes and looked over to where Ryla had laied that night then over to the sitting figure who was licknig his face. IT was teh angel from his dream.
"Good morning my Angel" He said softly and yawned streching a little before sitting up and licking her back. He shook the dust from his fur and it made him sneeze. "How did you sleep?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:01 pm
A slightly sad smile came onto the female hound's face as Widower woke up and stretched before licking her back.
"Good morning, my Angel," he said softly. He shook himself a bit and dust filled the air, the morning sun shining directly into the den and making the particles look like a thousand specks of gold, being dislodged from the golden webs that traversed his back. "How did you sleep?"
"Well," she said simply, forcing a happier smile onto her face. And it was true, she had slept moderately well, for her. She hadn't had a nightmare, which was a pleasent change of pace. Instead she had dreamed of Widower, and their oasis, filled with trees laden with fruit. It would have been a glorious dream, if it hadn't been for the faint jingle of earring against horn, which haunted her every moment, even while asleep. It hadn't distressed her enough to turn the dream into a nightmare, but it had kept the dream from being wholly pleasing.
"and you?" she asked him in return. Ryla was a bit more hesitent to use words like 'My love' and other forms of affectionate addressings. She was so used to guarding how she really felt, she found that she couldn't address him in this way, though she yearned to. Maybe some day... But at the moment, expressing these feelings was still too new of an experience for her, and she simply had to hope that he knew how she felt. She wouldn't be able to bear it if she was hurting him because of the wretchedness of her past, always weighing her down...
She glanced out of the den, narrowing her eyes to shield them from the sun which shone into their small home. It had been a slightly windy night; some of the trees had dropped their fruit to the ground. Breakfast for the two hounds. Ryla hoped that some of the silver fruit that she loved so much had fallen. She adored the fruit not only for it's taste, but for the fact that the fruit was so bare of color compared to the other vivid fruits. Ryla too felt bare of color, compared to the trees, the fruit... even with the bright colors of Widower's coat, she sometimes felt... Pale... and washed out... And the darker grey markings made the feeling even worse. To think that her most distinguishing figures were the marks that she longed to forget...
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 2:53 pm
Widower stood up and pulled the fox pelt away from the dust so it wouldn't be ruined. She asked him how he slept and he smiled at her and walked out of the den infront of her checking the area before he let her come out, just as he did every morning. Seldomly he would find another hound sleeping on his land and would have to scar them away. He didn't want Ryla to get hurt if a fight broke lose.
"Very well, thank you" He knew that there was something else going on with her. She faked smiles all the time, and never said anything endearing to him. It made him think that she was only staying with him because she had no where else to go. No! she wouldn't do that! she wanted to be with him, she was different.
Picking a few fruits off the gronud, making sure to throw in a few sliver ons she lved he set them on the ground by her. He laied down but didn't touch any on the fruits, closing his eyes and thinknig for a moment. He was in love with Ryla.......btu did she have any feelings for him? Was it all an act? Just to have a place to stay and food to eat? Could she be like those other females that only wanted stuff from males. Not the affection we gave them.
HE looked at her for a moment then back to eth gronud taking in a breath.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 3:14 pm
Ryla smiled softly as Widower went out and retrieved some fruit before answering her question. She picked up a silver fruit in her jaws and let the now-familiar taste flood her mouth.
She noticed in surprise that Widower didn't take anything to eat for himself.
Hesitently, she nudged a fruit over to him with her nose. Then, even more hesitently, she lay down beside him and nuzzled his ear a bit. He seemed depressed... and she really did love him... If he thought she didn't because of her refusal to let out her emotions... it would be torture!
"Widower?" she said suddenly. Then she lowered her head again. "... Never mind."
She'd been about to tell him. She'd nearly begun to tell the story! But she couldn't tell him! That would only be pushing her problems onto him! Or would it? Weren't couples supposed to share their history and their problems? But no! She couldn't tell him that... It was a burden that she'd born for too long.
((Sorry for short post, I gotta go babysit. xd ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 5:18 pm
Widower smiled slightly and took a msall bite of the fruit to make her happy. But he still was not, and when she spoke he perked up his ears ready to listen to her. She stopped though and didn't continue.
"Ryla....do you trust me?" He asked looking into her eyes. "I just need to know more......i can't tell if your here because of me, or because of the fruit" He said quietly turning his gaze to the ground.
"I know you don't trust me, and thats alright. Perhaps i've been to forward with you. If thats the case please tell me i do not want you to be afriad of me"
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 2:37 pm
Ryla froze. Her eyes widened in dismay. NO! This was exactly what she hadn't wanted to happen!
"Widower, No! I'm not just here because of the fruit! I'm here because of you!" she blurted out before she could put the usual limit on how many emotions she let herself reveal. She stood there for a moment, stunned by her own outburst, before hesitently walking to Widower's side and nuzzling his cheek.
"I-I'm sorry," she said softly, "I...It's just... It's just really painful." She winced as her earring jingled against her horn once again. Then a determined look came over her face. Alright. She WAS going to tell him.
"But..." she said slowly, "If you really want to know... I... I think I'm ready to tell you, now."
((GAH. Sorry, my rping is suckish right now. sweatdrop I'll work up a better post next time))
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 3:24 pm
Widower nuzzled her back and smiled happily. She wanted to be with him.......SHE WANTED TO BE WITH HIM!!! He licked her cheek reassuringly.
"I know but iwant you to be able to talk to me. I want to show you that you don't have to be afraid of me, that i would never do anything to hurt you" Widower told her and sat up a little when she said she was gonig to tell him.
"I'm here to listen to every word" he assured her and licked her muzzle lovingly.
((its alright i'mhaving writers block now too lolz))
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 6:11 pm
((Okay. My reply should be better now though, since I'll be telling Ryla's story, and I kind of know what I want to do. ^^))
Ryla smiled softly, suddenly relieved that she really was telling someone... Before the first words left her lips, she knew that she was making the right choice, telling him what she'd never talked about to anyone before...
"A year or so ago, maybe a little longer than that... I was hanging around a Daemon village in oblivion. They had some way of moving the fog so that it didn't settle in that place - though it wasn't because of love, the way this clearing was rid of the fog. It definitely wasn't because of love...
"I liked to watch the Daemons, because they were so different from us! I hung around the edges of the village, staying near the fog. I was pure white then, without these dark markings, and when I stood very still, you could barely see me against the mist... But you could see me, just a little bit... but I didn't know that the daemons could... For the most part they ignored me, and I just watched them... They never showed any sign of noticing me, so I got pretty relaxed while I watched them...
"Then one day... The breeze was different... It pushed the fog closer to the village... and I moved with it, wanting to get closer..."
Ryla paused, laying down with her head in her paws, trying to work up the courage to continue to the part where it got harder to tell...
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 5:34 pm
Widower moved closer to her and nuzzled her cheek. "Keep going" He told her softly and smiled licking her muzzle.
Understanding that it was hard for some poeple to tell of their pasts he knew it took him years before he could even speak of his family. teh scarlet male laied down by her and curled his body aronud her to make her feel safe and sucure.
((alright my post might be short right now, he really can't say much lolz))
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 7:07 pm
((That's fine. ^^ This is kind of Ryla's story, anyway, so I get it if Widower can't post much. smile ))
Ryla's courage grew as Widower drew nearer to her, and after taking a deep breath she began her story once more.
"I moved with the fog, getting closer and closer to the village. I couldn't have been more than ten feet out from the first dwellings, where some Daemons were playing some kind of game with large nets attached to poles on the four corners, and a ball. They didn't show any indication of seeing me... I got even closer...
"And then the wind changed again. It blew the fog back faster than I could even realize what was happening. Then there was just the black dirt, and I stood out like a dove in a bucket of coal.
"I now think that the Daemons must have already seen me, even when I was in the fog. Maybe they'd even seen me before, one of the times when I was watching them. I think they never came after me because they knew I would disappear into the fog too easily.
"I also believe that however they move the fog away from the village, they actually brought the fog closer to lure me in. And it worked. The male daemons who'd been playing the game with the nets let the ball drop, and used the nets to come after me. I was too surprised to run, so they captured me easily.
"Other Daemons brought out some long metal poles, with pictures on the end... Branding irons. tied me down and used the poles to burn through my fur, and into my skin. The hair didn't grow back for a long time, and when it did grow back, it grew darker. Then they brought out a needle, and they pierced my ear. They attached the earring to my horn, even as I was struggling to get away. They laughed..."
Ryla shivered in the cave, reliving the awful experience. She nestled closer to Widower, his presence reassuring. She gathered her voice enough to finish her tale.
"I'm not sure what the purpose of it all was... After they marked me, they let me go. They chased me out of the village, even though I could barely walk... I'm not sure if it was religious, or if it was just the two-leggers being cruel... But ever since then I've been more careful about how close I get to people, and how much I let them know about me... That's why I couldn't tell you right away..."
((TADA! That's Ryla's story! ^^ *had been plotting it ever since she saw the pretty girlie's markings. twisted Aren't I evil? sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 5:40 pm
((thats just horrible!))
Widower looked at the markings and at the earring now with discust. The things he thought made her so beautiful, were the things of her nightmares.
She cuddled her close and nuzzled her cheek lovingly. "Its alright my love" He said when he felt her whole body let out a quiver.
He couldn't even imagine how anyone could hurt her. It wassimply barbaric. "They won't ever hurt you again, i promise" he told her and licked her cheek.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 6:00 pm
((I know! And it makes me sad... But it also makes for excellent plottage! sweatdrop ))
Ryla continued to shiver a bit as she lay beside Widower, who told her comforting things. She wanted to believe him... That no two-legger would ever hurt her again... But still, she wasn't planning on going close to any village. Never again. And if... No... When she and Widower had pups (for she felt pretty certain that this would take place in the future) she would tell them what had happened from the start. She'd keep them away from villages and make sure that they knew to stay away once they struck out on their own.
She wouldn't let any pup of hers into the same situation that she'd once been in.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 6:25 pm
((i know, but i don't think we can really bring demons into the plot that much. Then it gets very hard to rp))
Widower licked her cheek softly and nestled close to her. "Why don't we go back into the den and i'll make a fire to keep us warm" His words were soft and soothing. The red male wanted to make her feel safe again.
"I'll go hunting and we can have some meat if you want" He added even though he didn't much care for the taste. But he would eat it for her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 6:58 pm
(( 3nodding Although judging by the Village subforum, perhaps Novii will allow us to play Daemons in the future? confused ))
Ryla looked up at Widower, his scarlet fur waving in the soft breeze. All at once she felt much better for telling her story. She knew that it had been the right thing to do.
"I'm satisfied with just the fruit," she told him, getting to her feet slowly and rubbing her chin on his back, careful to keep her horns out of the way, "since I've come here, to this place, meat hasn't been quite so appetizing..." She braved a small smile.
"I've never met a hound who could make fire before," she murmured curiously, taking a few steps toward the den, although she still didn't quite leave Widower's side. "However did you learn that trick? And a nice warm fire sounds wonderful..."
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