Lucius the white wolf

 

BEX

He'd make a fair wolf...*chuckles as she glances up at Sigyn from where she was sketching* What do you think? Already smart, stealthy, and cunning as one. *her lips twitched in a small smile as she went back to drawing*

 

SIGYN

Anything that gives me an excuse to pet him is good enough for me.

 

BEX

*soft laughter echos from where she sits as she nods* Indeed! Though, I'm not sure he'd let anyone 'pet' him. *snickers* Still, an interesting thought.....I wonder....*she trails off, turns a page and starts to draw again*

 

SIGYN

She licked her lips. "Let's just say I'm...good with animals."

 

BEX

*she nearly laughed out loud but caught herself as her mind went dark with that thought. Playfully dark.* Are you now? *she teased and let her eyes fade to golden* That's very...interesting. *growls playfully and giggles*

 

SIGYN

Particularly the male animal~ besides, I doubt he would object to a little...fresh meat

 

BEX

I know I wouldn't. *winks at her, giggling as she continues to draw* He does catch the eye, doesn't he. In either form. Be interesting, to see him as Wolf.

"I'm holding on tight, through darkness and light...

Joy can be fleeting and grief takes time....

I follow the moon.

It seems that my life follows the Moon.

At times it's half empty...

and sometimes it's full."

 //Random post...

She knew where she was, and yet not. This was a place she had been to many times before. Always the same dream, ever since she was 13, and yet, this night, it had changed. Slightly, but it had changed.

She still walked the same hallways, could describe in great detail from every suit of armor that stood guard, to every tapestry and which stories it told upon them. She let her eyes wander the darkened hallway, to rest on each candelabra, each stone carving as she slowly passed by. The eyes of the gargoyles and Dragons carved in stone seemed to watch her as she passed by. Each doorway lightened and then darkened as she passed. Each whispering to her of their secrets that they held inside. But it was not to them she was destined to go, but to the main door at the end of the hall. A massive, oaken and lead riveted monstrosity that held the Great Hall within. Where she ended up every time she dreamed this dream. Following an unknown voice whispering upon the winds to her with each step she took.

The voice was soft, and spoken sweetly, almost like a lover would. But she had no lovers. At times, the voice sounded almost as if in another language, she couldn't understand it. But she knew what it said, "Come to me, I await you."  This dream of hers happened every so often, since she was 13 and every time, she ended in the Great Hall. Tonight it was no different, save one thing.

She entered the Great Hall and the fires were burning in their gigantic fireplaces, so the room was nice and warm. The table was set for two, with so many succulent foods that it made her mouth water. The smells permeated her mind and caused her to shiver inside. HE was close. Only, she didn't know who HE was. She had never seen HIM. only HIS voice, which called out to her every few months in dreams. Dreams that never changed, except tonight. Tonight as she glanced about the room, wondering who had summoned her here, she saw HIM. HE stood just behind her, outlined in shadow so only his outline shown. Something about him made her heart leap in her chest, made it pound as she stared at the shadowed figure before her. She turned away quickly, least she be caught staring and turned back to the table, to the fire but she could feel him move to stand just behind her. Slowly, ever so slowly, a white gloved hand came from behind her, across her left shoulder to gently caress her face, turning her face slowly towards him and she heard his words, still the same, but ever so different, echoed around them as she closed her eyes as passion flooded her at his soft, gentle whisper*

"I have crossed oceans of time to find you. Come to me. I await you!"

*And just as she is about to open her eyes, to glance once upon his face, the dream fades as she shoots up from sleep, rubbing her eyes. But the words still echo in her ears. "Come to me. I await you!"*

 // My dreams last night were weird and a little scary (to me). So I thought it best to type them out. Purge myself of them as it were. No mean comments or harsh criticism please. This is only what I remember from my dreams last night...most of it anyway. I will be writing it in a "RP Format" so as to make writing it easier. Things I keep locked up tightly inside me will be written out and some details in here, REALLY did happen to me in RL....do not judge.

*She was lost, she had lost the convoy hours ago and was left to wander in the barren wasteland that was this god awful desert! How long did she wander? How long did the burning thirst plague her body? How long did the suns rays fry her mind, causing all manner of delusions? She wasn't where she was supposed to be. She was far away from the place she was supposed to be going to with her Team. Wasn't she?  The sun was so hot....and she was so thirsty. She had forgotten the battle she had left behind. The sounds explosions made when they hit armored humvees. The sounds the dying made as they cried out for home and mothers! The blood that now stained her hands and uniform, as the one she loved above all else died in her arms. Far away....she stumbled, over a rock and fell, face first into the sand, being to weak and to tired and heartsick to continue. But she made herself crawl the rest of the way up the sanddune, made herself move just that much further. Until she reached the top, and then sheer exhaustion overcame her and she collapsed once more. The last thing she saw, was a figure, astride a horse, in the haze of the deserts mist, coming towards her. No...she thought...not a horse...an ELK! Then everything went black. No more pain, no more thirst. but in the blackness nothing was peaceful as it should be. ghosts lingered.

Next thing she remembers is water! Water being splashed gently on her face and poured over her lips. She suddenly remembered her thirst and opened her eyes, grabbing onto and latching tightly to the hand that fed her water! She snarled softly, almost as an animal would as the hand tried to pull back, not hearing the softly whispered words of "Careful. Easy." as she drank..no gulped the water down, till she made herself cough. Only then, while trying to catch her breath, did she release the hand that held the waterbag and gaze up to see her rescuer. Ice blue eyes met her emerald green ones and for a moment, she was thoroughly confused. He wasn't real...she knew that, but yet, here he was. Sitting before her, with a look of genuine concern upon his features. What was an elf doing in Iraq of all places? That was where she was wasn't it? It was where she had been...wandering lost in memories she avoided like the plague! But no, they were in a forest now. How had that happened?! She whispered words of thanks...before that to...faded out...replaced by an entirely different scene.

Battle! But this time not in the Desert where she started. But in another forest, darker then the one she had been in earlier. She knew she was dreaming,but she  wasn't sure how to waken from it. Some small part of her mind knew this was only a dream...for her dreams at times could be horrible and frightening if the flashbacks from war returned. But this battle was different, instead of guns and rifles, she had swords in her hands and a bow upon her back. She had blood once more upon her hands as she gazed around. Elves and an unknown species lay about the forest. Dead, dying, once more she heard the screams, heard the clanging of sword upon sword. She was running, running towards the battle this time but just before she came upon the remnant of it, she stopped cold. Laying, just off to her left, arrows piercing its hide, lay the Elk. She would never forget that Elk. It had been the one HE had been riding. Her gaze flitted about till she found him, fighting off the unknowns (for in this dream they looked like black masses, no forms). She and a few other elves made their way towards him and their small group fought off the masses, fighting almost back to back. One by one though, their small band was cut down, till it was only she had HIM left. It looked like they might win, as they only had two opponents each, but such was not to be. A sword went through HIM and dropped him so easily. Once he was down, everything stopped. Her sole focus went to HIM to try and stop his bleeding, her tears wet HIS face as she cried, HE simply smiled at her, raised his hand to her cheek and told her he loved her before he died....her screams went unanswered....

as once more she found herself back in that Desert. Her body slowly shutting down, laying upon the hot burning sand where HE had found her. Slowly, her movements stilled...she didn't hear not see the vultures that drew near. Everything had gone black once more.

She sat upright in bed with a cry, not caring that tears rent her face. not caring that she was lightheaded and shaky. She simply grabbed her pillow, hugged it close and cried soundlessly. IT had only been a dream...within a dream....

 "Is there an aphrodisiac more powerful than forbidden fruit hanging just out of reach?"

 In all my lives, I've sought to show,

the things that people never know.

Have you searched, deep in my eyes,

seen my demons and heard their cries?

 Or how about listening to my heart beat,

to hear and feel the well of emotion,  deep.

But no one notices, hears or sees,

the person that I am, deep inside of me.

I hide that part down deep inside,

And there it stays, trapped for all time.

the smile I wear is true, but can you see?

just the person I long to be?

I have turned away from my once darkened path,

why are still some afraid of me?

you think your whispers are not heard,

you think your stares don't show?

but my senses are much keener then yours,

there is nothing that I don't miss,

nothing that I do not know.

until a Light shined in my path, brilliant and bright,

it saved me from wandering in darkness,

it saved me from that plight.

for love  so strong and can endure, even the test of time,

and with that said, my dearest love,

I'm glad you came and saw ME, deep inside,

and I'm glad that you are mine.

~~written by ME!~~

 I should come with a warning label. I think it might look something like this:

WARNING! extremely accident prone. Do NOT leave unsupervised for ANY reason. Hybrid has insatiable curiosity that will lead to falls, trips, bumps, brusies, scrapes, broken bones, concussions or even DEATH! keep aware that hybrid is a wild spirit and often goes wandering as a wolf and may return with bites, scrapes missing fur or even limbs, from constantly sticking her nose into things. Treat with lots of love and tender care, for she doesn't mean to drive you crazy, make you go early grey or lose your mind. She simply is a curious creature and totally spontaneous. Treat her kindly and she will never bite or growl at you. Love her and she will return said love deeply. Be loyal and she will move mountains for you.

This has been a warning printed by the Imlardis foundation. Thank you for reading.

 The day dawned slowly, and she had been up since before sunup. Unable to sleep, she silently stole her way down into the lower halls of her home. Into a smaller room just off the main hallway, a room used for music among other things. She sat herself at the piano, cracked her fingers and then, softly at first, began to play. She was much better at the violin then the piano, but her ear could decipher any music with just a few times of listening to it.It was one of her greater joys, music. For it gave outlet to emotions she would rather hold in. The song she played was one of her favorites, she had learned it years ago. She kept the tune soft, but anyone who happened by would hear. Everyone was still asleep, or just waking, so she thought it safe to play for a bit.*

 *It had been an interesting day, so she had set out into the woods with her violin. She needed to relax a bit and wanted to play a bit as well. She knew she had to be careful now, leaving the gates, but she would only be gone a few minuets. Finding the perfect spot, just outside the gates of Rivendell, she stopped, closed her eyes and listened to the sounds around her. She then put bow to string and began to play, listening to nature as she did so.*

 *It was a night for wandering, a night in which she couldn't sit still. Dressing lightly, she grabbed her violin and rushed out of the city limits. The moon was bright and the night sounds surrounded her as she made her way deeper into the heart of the gardens, far enough away from the citys heart not to hear it, but close enough still to not be into the wilds just yet. She stood there, surrounded by flora and fauna of the gardens, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the night, and slowly she put her violin to her shoulder and began to play. It started off slow, but it picked up speed. It was a song of passion, desire, rejoicing at life as she felt the wolf push to the forefront. She let her fingers fly upon the strings and just gave herself over to it. Something she enjoyed, the freedom the music gave her.*

Head Cannons for My Character!

 HC#1- Rebecca has a passion for writing. She keeps little notepads around her house, just in case something comes to her so she can write it down and not forget it. She loves poems and such, and has written enough to fill 4 small books.

 

HC#2- She loves...and I mean LOVES to read! Anything she can get her hands on. History, Myths of the World, Adventures, a little Romance every now and then...everything! She has a room in her home set aside for just books, which is where she spends most of her time.

 

HC#3- She loves kids. Doesn't have any of her own...yet, but she has helped take care of the pack 'pups' and watched other peoples kids before. She adores them, and would help and defend them if needed. She is very patient with them, and doesn't mind the things they can get into. Always encouraging as well as caring with them. (this one has changed...as she now has three children of her own. Rhaegal, Allya and Armand)

 

HC#4- She is a very very VERY Loyal friend. One who speaks only truth, or tries to as she absolutely HATES lies. She takes the bonds of friendship/family very seriously and would do anything for the ones that she calls friends/family. Once in her close but small circle, you are in it for life and she will protect, defend, and stand up for those if need be. Patient, Kind, and Caring, on a deep level, it might be hard to believe that one can be forgiving as she, but it's true.

 

HC#5- Trained since birth by her mother and several different 'Masters", she is a highly skilled Assassin! Not something she likes about herself, but she had no choice, growing up. She bears the scars of her upbringing and knows how to efficiently take life as well as how to prolong it...or torture. She has long since turned away from that path, but the knowledge, as well as the 'ghosts' of that life are still there

 

HC#6- She is a skilled wood carver. A passion she does only for those who mean something to her. It is not a gift she likes to brag about for she thinks her work could always be better. But she has the artists eye and her work comes out looking the way she wants it to 9 times out of 10, but it takes focus.

 

HC#7- Though she is a skilled and highly trained assassin, and had a really bad upbringing, she has a very very DEEP compassion for Life! When she loves, she loves with everything she has! To long had her life been dark, she now seeks to fill it with light. Hers, as well as everyone elses she comes into contact with. She has a deep capacity to love, to care for others, and that is what she holds to. She gives, helps, with no thought of reward or expectation.

 

HC#8- She loves to draw! She has a little side room off her house where she does all her drawings and paintings. Some for fun and some from memory. She has hundreds of such pictures scattered about that room. Of people (she has met or long since dead), of Places, of animals and nature. Always striving to be better at what she does, she does not/has not let anyone see this room or her work. Not yet...

 

HC#9- She can turn into a wolf at WILL! No, she is NOT a werewolf, as werewolves turn every full moon and can not control their shifts. She can control herself and enjoys running as a wolf. She does not hurt people, she only hunts in wolf form to feed herself on her runs.

 

HC#10- She has terrible nightmares! Nightmares of her mother being murdered, of the things she was forced to do when younger. She sleeps, but only lightly and sometimes not at all, staying up to write or to draw. It helps release the tension that eats her up inside at times. The nightmares have started to subside somewhat, but she still wakes up covered in a cold sweat and crying every once in a while. Her past is not a happy one....even though she strives to make her future bright.

 

HC#11- She spends most of her time outdoors. She loves the peace it brings, the forest and the animals in it. There, she can recenter herself, bring things back into focus. She loves to watch the stars at night as well, spends whole nights just laying in the grass and watching the stars.

 

HC#12- She has the Poets gift of description! When she spent time with the Pack, or even with a certain elf, she used to describe for them, in detail what she saw around them. Like, if she and her friends were sitting out at night, they would ask her to describe the stars, the night sky and she would do it in such detail that they could actually 'see' it, every little piece in vivid detail. She has helped many friends and pack members 'see' things in their lives and it gives her joy to help when she can.

 

HC#13- She is very good at keeping secrets. You confide in her, she keeps it. She has a past that demanded it of her, so she knows how.

 

HC#14- She has a kinky side. Her darkness fuels it but it is all her. Pleasure is pain, pain is pleasure type thing. Though having a high tolerance, she is VERY selective who she allows to do such things with her, IF AT ALL! This is a side not many know about and few have ever engaged with her in. Kinda a secret. (Opps lol) She is a Switch....as she can be the Dominate one when it calls for it but will only ‘sub’ for the right person.

 

HC#15- She has never learned to lie. Being brought up the way she was, she learned that lies had no purpose and to do so brought pain. Though she doesn’t know how, she can tell when others do as their scents change and burns her nose and lies smell like sulfur. The closest she can get to telling a lie is to refrain from mentioning.

SWEET ILLUSION | June 15, 2016 | 5:25 p.m.

Words are spoken,

Emotions Fly,

Promises Broken,

Angels Cry,

Shattered Dreams,

Broken hearts,

Fragile Spirit

Torn Apart,

Empty Words,

Windless Breath,

Shallow thoughts,

Living Death,

Nothing but

A cruel Illuison,

My world's broken

Sweet Illusion! 

Wolf Run | June 13, 2016 | 5:35 p.m.

 Look into the eyes of wolves, you'll find no comfort there,

they watch you as you try to escape, they stand and stop and stare.

Their spirit is as wild and free as anything could be,

they mock the time the earth doth gives, and feasts on what we can't see.

they run with swiftness, fast and strong, their hearts know no fear,

they dance to lifes sweet song, one only they can hear.

their teeth are sharp and deadly, fear their mornful howl,

for wolves are stealthy and accurate, when hunting, on the prowl.

they move through the woods like ghosts, creatures of the night,

feasting, snarling, snapping, eating whatever doesn't escape their bite!

So hear the song of wolf cry, mournful, yet strong and brave,

and feel the fear rush upon you, for it it YOU they crave!

 

She was never afraid of the darkness...

 

pretty much!

When I die,

 

neither here nor there,
nor anywhere,
can compare to my bonnie fair.
Neither Stay nor Go,
nor Come as you are,
Can reach you when you're oh so far.
What I had, What I gained,
I left behind, and now feel no pain.
That's a lie, I whisper to myself,
To stop the questions,
To stop the looks,
To stop the stares,
I would go most anywhere.
Long do I seek,
To make right what was wronged,
To take back words of rash thought,
To make the 'weak', strong.
I tell myself, that life is good,
that to smile and nod,
is something, do, yes, I should.
But no one sees behind my dark dark eyes,
no one sees my tears, nor hears my cries.
I walk in darkness, like the night,
but I am not such a beautiful sight.
With pale skin, and dark dark hair,
with eyes like lanterns blowing in the wind,
With fangs, razor sharp, and scars that criss cross,
They tell the story of me, and my loss.
I am a ghost, pure and true,
and no one knows me, not even you, who think they do.
Look behind the dark and the pain,
will I ever be myself again?
and not this charade that I put on,
for people to see when comes the dawn.
I am myself, and can not change.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
So take me as I am, scars and all,
hear you now, my silent call?
Can you walk the path I tread,
where mostly dark, and fear and dead,
but fear not when I walk with you,
for though I am different, myself, is always true.
So neither here, nor there,
nor anywhere...
can someone come, and hear my prayer?
Walk with me when times get rough,
see the me I hide behind my walls,
and I swear, you, will never again fall,
to the mercy that is life,
Never again tastes its strife.
Life is valuable, it lingers,
even at the end,
but this will linger still, and never ever come again.
so catch it quick, and hold it close,
This moment swiftly flies, and even good things must end.
but not this feeling deep in me,
it forever and always...will BE!
~~Written by ME!~~
((something I am working on...will add more later.))

If you are lucky enough to find a weirdo

 

You got killer in your eyes

 I liked the quote...added to it. 🙂

"You got killer in your eyes girl.....I don't see it."

To which I replied: "look deeper!"

I let him see the true nature of my beast...deep into my eyes where the hell fire burned. He saw and for the first and last time in his life, he felt fear...he saw...as I ripped out his throat!

 Was watching a vid on here earlier, about sign language, and it got me to thinking about the time I was in Germany, visiting a friend. We were on the train, going to Austria for the day, and there was this homeless man who sat one seat from us. Now, I know German, passably well but not fluent. I can get by and I know sign language barely...again, I know enough to get by since one of my best friends was deaf growing up. But this guy, moved over and started up a 'conversation' with me and my friend. I look back and find it sorta funny, because, like I said, I know German and sign language only passably...yet I understood everything that man said to us, while my friend, who IS German and understands the language better then me, didn't. *laughs softly* I had to translate everything the homeless guy was saying to my friend. It was a good conversation, and he got off at the next stop, but I found it odd...that I understood what he was saying, while my friend who spoke his language, didn't.

Guess you got to learn to really watch someone to get their meaning, to see what they say, not just with their words, but their eyes and hands and body expressions as well.....and I am good at that! 😃 That was a good day!

 

Leah G.: Nice I also deal with foreign language and sign language almost on a daily basis

Bex: I just find it funny, that my friend didn't understand a word the guy was saying and she speaks the language....she kept looking at me..."What is he saying?" and the guy is speaking german and sign.

 Crimson Tides, Rolling hills,

Darkened meadows, Shining halls,

Facing monsters or facing Gods,

All I would cross to stand by your side.

Making deals with Death, Fighting with the Demon,

Comforting our Darkness, Sheltering the Light,

All this I would face to protect you, to keep you with me.

You mean more to me then mere words,

I wish I could tell you just how much, but words would do no justice to feelings so deep.

You are perfect, to me, in every way.

It makes my heart race, seeing you and spending time with you just makes my day.

My heart beats your name, it calls softly if you listen,

It beats only for you, and you alone.

My Darling, you have bewitched me and with you I am whole.

I will walk by your side till time fades, you and me, we linger.

You are my everything, my heart, my world.

To you, I will always be true,

now, till time ends, I love you!

~~Written by ME!~~

 You are my Sun, my Moon, my Stars,

I love the way you look at me,when bantering with each other, or when you think I do not notice.

Your strength, gentle yet strong, I can feel it when you hold me,

from your side, I will never, ever leave.

Your hands, soft, gentle, sets my blood to race, whether in a gentle caress of a tender embrace.

I love the way your emerald green eyes reflect into mine,

open and bright, I see the YOU inside and it only makes me love you more!

I love the way you kiss me, lips supple and sweet,

you take my breathe away, my heart you will always keep.

My Glorious God, I love everything about you,

and to you, I will always, always be true!

For in my heart beats yours, and in yours beats mine,

Now and forever, till the end of time!

~~Written by ME!~~

 

He is my best friend, my hearts desire...

He sees the good in me, as I see the good in him.

Time spent with him, is time well spent,

and always leaves me craving more.

Bantering back and forth, Annoying each other, or being sweet,

He loves his little wolf, and his little wolf, loves him!

~~Written by ME~~

*A few notes on Aya/Rebecca*

 Aya is a usually outspoken, hybrid. Yet for all her bravo, she is incredibly shy, even though she doesn't act it! She has walls up in place to protect her from the life she has so far led.She is very good at blending into the background, watching and listening, for that is really how she learns a persons true heart. People will show you who they are if you take the time to watch and learn. She is a HOPELESS Romantic, yet likes to take the TIME required to get to know someone she is interested in, rather then just jump into something. It's the little things she savors. Little gestures like a smile cast in her direction from someone she likes, a walk in the woods, time spent, in general. Yet, she is patient,not picky, patient, in getting to know people. Her heart she guards more fiercely then she guards her family and friends! She has the capacity to love, and love deep but she is slow going so understand that part about her.

 She is caring, honest and loyal to a fault. Once a friend or family member of hers, she will protect/serve till the end. She has served Kings and Gods alike as their advisers, listening to them vent or guarding their secrets and lives. She is a warrior in the Elven Realm and uses her skills for those duties as well. A silent protector, she moves swiftly without making a sound and can dispatch enemies quietly. (This she has done, but she takes NO pleasure in killing!) She makes a good friend, for what she does, she does cause she cares.

She has a little wicked streak! Though she strives to find the light, she is at times very Dark. Changing to wolf at will, she loves to run and hunt, but at times her Demon takes over and she forgets herself and those she loves. Only someone who cares for her, family, a close friend, can call her back out of this wild time. (she loves the wolf, hates the demon) She can be, at times, a terrible flirt...or come off as one. She loves to banter with family and friends. Loves to test her wits against another as well. So if she comes off as flirting, she is probably just having fun, or means it, you have only to ask.

She loves the outdoors and reading and has seen many things in her long life. Being an elf hybrid does have its advantages, but then, it has its downfalls as well. She is wise for one so 'young'. (she will be 3773 this may! 😉 ) and gives excellent advice, though has a hard time following her own, as is the usual way.

She is just a caring, fun loving, loyal, mysterious, deep, playful, smart, honest Hybrid!