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Self Para // Au revoir

@covairealpha

@erebus-richter

@bryce-cooper

@hotshotxtheus

Months had passed, and yet, even with three full moons, the petite shewolf’s body still seemed broken even if doing better. Her sight had not been restored yet, but her head was finally done reshaping itself. Her room at the hospital was always cold and silent; for o’ so few visited, most who kenned her, unaware of her current predicament. Not even Léon had been informed for Galadrielle was not one to share a lot, yet if he was to call during his mentoring of Bryce oversea, Rosalita would tell him of the petite woman’s condition.

Although, the one she still saw as her anchor within Covaire; Erebus, had kenned of her situation after witnessing the explosion that had also taken him down. But he had only learned of her survival through the escort Prometheus whom she had met before. But all of these she was unaware of, for Galadrielle had lost her mind before the end of the siege and only regained slight awareness but for a moment, when Erebus had locked gaze with her, less than a breath before the explosion.

But there was hope left, for the petite shewolf had faced greater danger than a mere explosion; she was so very small, but one fierce fighter against any foes. Death had also never been her ally and would not strike a friendship with her even in such instance. Thus there was no doubt within the doctor’s mind that she would heal, but the nature of how such thing had unfolded were proving to have caused far more damages to heal than one could have expected. And none kenned if she would be left with after-effects once she had regained consciousness.

But has new troubling events had started to occur; occurrences the Dominion was still keeping to itself to avoid causing a mass panic across the city, it was, without a doubt, dangerous for the defenceless shewolf to remain out in the open. Anything grave had yet to take place, but the Alpha wouldn’t have risked her life more than it had already been endangered. And thus, it was decided that she would be sent; in utter secrecy, to his Northern West coast pack, in the care of his Beta son Elisedd; second in command to twin sister Aigneis.

And so, as quietly as she had entered Covaire City, she would too leave without a word, leaving her house within the care of her majordomo Rosalita per order of the Dominion. If came a day she was healed and strong once more, she would return without an once doubt to live and fight for a city that, like her father, had become home.

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Self Para // Event: The Iliad

@erebus-richter

@covairealpha

Concerned. As small as one who felt so little could show, and yet, in such instance, all the suffering and madness had been worth this moment. After so many years had passed, it had come to this; a worried gaze upon her and a blood dripping smile upon her lips. For how could one not smile when witnessing such expression upon his face when they were the recipient? O’ how she held but little shame to be guilty of missing the coldness of his fingers against her skin in such instance. And yet now, in this moment, it was his gaze upon her that brought her peace.

When the siege had been announced, the petite shewolf had reached to her guardian and yet, it had been impossible to be found for he had been within a jungle with no way to be reached while training her blue pearls. Though, such did not stopped her as she set out to find those branded traitors by their pairs. One would be foolhardy to trust any words coming out of the mouth of those despicable monsters who thought themselves o’ so noble and virtuous and thus cautious she remained as she looked for them..

But time ran out and screams soon filled the dark streets of the city, an invisible enemy quickly approaching her, until she came face to face with those that would rapidly be referred to as hybrids. Léon’s compulsion upon her shattered mind dismantled; letting the madness take over for she was at her most ferocious and lethal when uncontrolled. Pain found at the hands of those things meant but little to her troubled mind, for they did not hold anything against those who had made and sent them. Hunters would always remain the cruelest.

Days passed, as she killed and killed, until exhaustion became her true enemy and stronger hybrids were placed upon her path. And soon, she found herself encircled by three of them with her back against the city’s wall; tottering before their empty, yet hungry gazes. Her left shoulder had been bitten off, thus her arm dangled at her side; dripping blood still from her fingertips. Her ravaged clothes revealed all her other wounds, and how many were they. And such was when she heard it; her name;

Galadrielle!

O’ such concerned it held, and for but a moment time stood still and she found true happiness within his troubled gaze. How childish and cruel of her to find joy in such instance. And such would be the last she would see; as a keen and acute noise seemed to vibrate all around mere seconds before the wall behind her exploded. Shards of rocks drenched in wolfsbane and vervain tore through her back and spine, before she was buried underneath the falling wall.

Galadrielle!

Then nothing.

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diamondsandash‌:

Melanie wasn’t sure, as she wanted to keep the surprise. Yet Galadrielle had been one of her best clients. Taking her phone out her back pocket, she opened the album with the photos, offering it to the She-wolf. “Feel free to see if anything grabs your fancy. If you might excuse me, I believe a have someone claiming my attention.” The civilian felt the burning man of a shirtless man on her back.

The petite shewolf smiled gracefully as she was handed the phone and yet, her gaze lingered upon it but for a moment before it snapped to the shirtless mongrel. She took a step forth. "Mademoiselle Ashworth, is this men importuning you?" Her gaze remained upon the intruder; a warning that it would be foolhardy to remain here if he was troubling the civilian.

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quint-deross‌:

Quint flinched a little when the other licked him, whining as his ears pressed back against his head. He hesitated before following after the other, staying a little behind as she howled into the sky. Quint’s head was low and tail slightly tucked, still nervous. Quint glanced from the she-wolf to the moon above, whining. I….I dunno. He replied, snorting and shaking his head softly. Last time I was loud it didnt end well…

"I won't let anything happen to you if you tonight." For he was safe at her side. He might not have made the connection yet, but others would ken who she was and the danger of troubling a Dominion's employee. "Take a chance." She howled once more; joyfully so.

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quint-deross‌:

Quint barked out loudly when the other wolf threw the stick, the omega sprinting after it. He stumbled a little and tumbles across the ground but happily picked himself back up and snatched up the stick. He trotted back happily with his tail high and ears forward, dropping it at the other wolf’s feet and looking up at her eagerly. A distant howl made Quint tense up, looking past the she-wolf to the woods. He wasnt quite comfortable with other wolves just yet…and the idea of strangers coming closer to him and the other made him anxious.

Such instance, brought her back to simpler days; a time where thoughts were put within her mind, leaving her with far more freedom than this cage of glass. O' how those days had been joyous ones. She would have smiled to the pup had she been in her shell form. And yet, when he tensed up, she licked the side of his snout. Galadrielle signalled him to follow her lead and howled to the moon once. "We howl as greeting and to pay our gratitude to the moon. Try it. It is quite liberating."

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covairesokami‌:

One more day of work, but he was actually only going to be at the stall for short bits of time today. Most people already had a crown, so there was minimal coverage at his table, allowing himself and his staff to enjoy more of the festival.

Hayato was on his way away from his stall to the east side. He’d of loved to participate in a few fights, but he was a vendor and he wasn’t going to risk losing himself if he fought human prisoners. They would be dragged away dead, and that wasn’t something he needed to get in trouble for. So he wanted to let loose less violently. The writhing bodies was a sight to behold, but his gaze fell onthe shewolf dancing to some rythym he didn’t really hear himself. “Greetings Galadrielle. Enjoying yourself?”

His voice pierced through the crowd's cheers and the loud music. She opened her eyes; grazing up to him, before a bow of her head was given. "Bonjour Hayato. It is quite a lovely festival. I shall trust to hope you have been celebrating her name too?" Galadrielle was not a believer of Ostara, for she only truly believed in the Fates. She would never really worship another than the Moirai themselves; yet, she could still honour one goddess that brought forth Spring.

It was the strangest of thing to see Hayato, for she would have never imagined him in such instance. Would he dance? Or be a mere observer?

Ode to Ostara // any bonfire (closed)

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diamondsandash·:

“For today, yes. To keep the kiosk with a sense of novelty, every day of the festival I would bring new pieces. Each one unique as they been purposefully been made for exclusively the Ostara festival.”

Galadrielle favoured the less extravagant pieces, thus why she had selected that set, and why she found herself curious to see the new pieces to come. “May one boldly request to see pictures of the ones that are not on display yet if you have photos?” She asked politely. Such would give her time to bring forth the money for all her purchases if she were to select more than he one set she already had.

Gems under the Sun

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quint-deross‌:

Quint wanted to give her her space, feeling like she would get tensed up around him (after all he hasent been the kindest to her). He moved to walk away but it suddenly hit him. Her scent…..He looked back at her, brow furrowed and eyes dancing with confusion. She…she smelled just like the shewolf from the last full moon. The same who threatened him, and apologized. Quint was just standing still, not realizing how awkward he looked just staring at Galadrielle as his mind spun.

When realisation came upon his face, the petite shewolf continued to dance for a moment; and yet, she came closer dancing around him. The gesture was far more different then when she had first done it. Now, it was no longer menacing, but in fact, playful and seductive in some ways. “Shall you not play with me pup?” Her melodious soft voice inquired as she pulled away from him once more.

Ode to Ostara // any bonfire (closed)

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seth-abrams‌:

Seth was having the time of his life. Everyday of the festival was like a endless high for him, and he never wanted to come down. He had tried out all the bonfires, watching countless fights, observing and participating in the giant orgy, and dancing until the early hours of the morning. He wanted to spend the last day just dancing and having fun before he had to go back to reality. When he spotted the shewolf, he noted how joyous she seemed. He approached her with a smile and began dancing with her. 

The petite shewolf paid but little attention to those dancing closer to her; and yet, when a familiar scent approached her and seemingly danced with her, her gaze rose up. “Bonjour Seth. Merry Ostara Festival to you.” She did not ken if such was a proper form of greeting for the festival, but she had heard many times before, thus assumed it was appropriate.

Ode to Ostara // any bonfire (closed)

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israelskelton‌:

At this rate, Israel didn’t care if he crossed the line with his words. The city may have taken his voice but that wouldn’t silence him. He refused to let the city grind him down into the dirt. They could try though. Who said they’re poorly hidden? Or even insults? I’m just speaking my mind at this point. I mean why the hell not? This city has taken pretty much everything else from me. Fuck it. 

And those with my mind? Wow, that makes me feel like a fucking dime a dozen. Thanks. As for dinner, I’d probably ruin your appetite at this rate, Gale. But you would be correct in both assumptions. The only thing is I have a reason unlike half the scum here. I’m only here because I did what I thought was right.

The petite shewolf sighed in blatant disappointment; finding herself to be bored with this meaningless back and forth. Done she was with all the creatures of this city that thought themselves smart and yet acted like beasts.

She stood up calmly; reclaiming the notepad and pencil from the prisoner. “Your ego is blasphemous. And while one might find valour in your bravado, or righteousness, I find your fixation to call blatant rudeness, speaking your mind, appalling. I am not the city. Bring your jejune fights and grand speeches to the guards. When you can have a conversation and speak your mind politely, I shall sit with you once more. You have an amazing mind, do not let the cage you live in turn you into the animal they think you are Israel Skelton.”

Mute boy & Paper girl // (closed)

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The petite shewolf purred joyfully as she was twirled around; nuzzling him under the chin when temporary closeness permitted it. For one who was always polite not to touch another without permission, or a clear intent to provoke; she seemed quite set on touching the medic’s skin at any given chance. The more they dance, the deeper became the shade of amber within her irises and the more it seemed pheromones were pouring out of her toward him. “I did not ken one could dance in such manner.” She complimented. 

He could put his pain to the background, for now at least. Making his way into the fray as Gale twirled around, he weaved in and out of other wolves who had gotten out of her way out of respect before he caught her hand and twirled her into the circle of his arms. “Well then lets keep you with a familiar face at least for a little bit, hm? My break isn’t long but I’ll stay with you.”

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quint-deross‌:

Quint couldn’t help but let out a very dog like bark as he ran to chase the bone, bounding after it. Quint pounced on it and quickly picked it up, running back to the she-wolf and dropping it at her feet. It was a simple game…but it was much better than hunting or wrestling to the wolf.

She sat as he ran after his lifeless and rigid prey. One could not fault another for favouring the simple things, for while she seemed to basked in luxury; it was her training that had made her seemingly attracted to such, when she cared but little for it. The pup came back; with an excitement that had amplified since the moment they had talked. She picked up the branch, threw it in the air and hit it hard with her tail as if playing tennis; sending it flying away once more.

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quint-deross‌:

Quint was trying to go out of his way to be a little more confident, to go out of his comfort zone….and the music section of the bonfires seemed like the best place, and safest, to be. The wolf just swayed a little to the music, a little tensed but relaxing. He saw the petite mistress dancing and, for the first time, didnt get anxious or fearful around her. He felt that was a good thing…at least for now.

Her gaze met his for a moment; and yet while animosity could have been expected, none was found; for the pup was still unaware they had played together once. Dancing nearby the other, was but mere formalities. But such thing, she would not reveal to him as she continued to dance; would he dare to approach a creature he detested so much?

Ode to Ostara // any bonfire (closed)

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The petite shewolf was lost within the crowd; swinging her hips to the music. At times, music had been actual melody, others, it had been the moans and groans around her, bodies being broken as they fought against one another, or the sounds of feasters barely chewing their food. Seven days of joy all around her had become quite contagious, and thus, she found herself in a good mood; seemingly unshakeable. 

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diamondsandash‌:

“This Festival has been quite the prosperous opportunity for me. A payment later today would be preferable, and I can reserve the ring for you for 36 hours.” Melanie had a few products in reserve already, and even a few commission to work after the festival was done .

“Such are good tidings to hearken to; I ken with certitude new customers shall come to your doors. I shall have the money in the next hour. Would you happen to have other pieces that have yet to be put on display?”

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