The Poisons in the Dosage [Open]

[``Persephone;]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=fafaf5] ~~~ Awaking, ebony female slowly opened her eyes to be welcomed by the rabid brightness the sun shone at her delicate orbs. She winced slightly and shut her eyes with the feeling of exhaust overcoming her despite the several hours of sleep she was able to obtain. It was the same thing every morning with Persephone: Get as much sleep as you can so you aren't to tired during the day, yet she still felt like she hadn't gotten the slightest bit of relaxation when she awoke. This time her mind urged her to open her eyes and wake up with the sense that something was not right. Did she remember where she had fallen asleep? Ruminating back was somewhat of a task for the drowsy wolfess, but it soon hit her. She had fallen asleep on the beach near a pile of stones, so she thought. She forced her eyes to open and craned her neck upward to scan over the horizon only to be met with the sight of more and more shapes made of stone and the realization that she was covered in snow. The newly fallen snow over her backside failed to capture her attention, however, and utter confusion struck. Where exactly was she? Again she pondered over the hazy memories that last night left her and didn't seem to remember an entire "valley" of large stone-like figures. Audits twisted atop her skull and she became extremely wary of her surroundings. Cautiously Persephone rose, her optics never tearing from the sight of the stone figures. Topaz jewels elaborately studied the figures, noticing their rough and grainy texture that could leave a gross looking scrape if rubbed against the skin. Icicles hung beautifully from the edge of the tops and snow sat peacefully in its place among individual windowsills and other flat areas among the stone. Persephone's tail twitched anxiously while see finally tore her gaze away and tested the air with her sensitive nose. It smelled of ice-if that had a smell-and dirt, accompanied by the feeling of moisture flooding her nostrils. There were no wolves here. There were no animals. She allowed her guard to loosen and she calmed in a series of stages. She then shook the loose snow from her pelt and took careful steps toward the stone figure she had been staring at, leaving behind a trail of paw prints neatly embossed in the microscopic ice crystals. Closer inspection of the wall of stone came to reveal that this wasn't one single mass of stone, but multiple rectangular shaped stones put together. Persephone tilted her head to the side in curiosity and touched the wall with her front left paw. "What is this...?" her mind inquired. Her paw fell and returned to its default position on the ground. This being unknown to Persephone, the "stone figures" were what was left of human dens. Never in her life had she come across something like this and their crude build only seemed to fascinate her in a way, like a child seeing fireworks for the first time. This was once a village that humans rummaged through day after day to carry out their daily needs and wants. It was now a historical ruin left for the creatures of nature to explore with wonder similar to Persephone's own. ~~~ Header and table by ``Persephone; Wolf by weawake @ Flickr

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[appios ']

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=000000] ~~~ walks. talks.

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thinks.

"Imagine a place you can always escape to, an island that goes to nowhere."


It was later in his sanity. He now no longer cared, and he said things off the top of his mind. The only ones he was sane around were his commanders/leaders, and even then, he had a bit of...an odd touch. He was moody-er now-- prone to all of a sudden laughing out loud at things that were not funny at all. Such as a carcass. When he was asked why he did that, he simply said that he felt prone and asked to do so. So he did it. It was this reason the male was slightly odd. He had his base personality, oh, yes. Blunt, uncaring, obeying, loyal, brute. But now those questions added things, and, after taking a good long look at his reflection, he decided to just let go. He wasn't changing anything-- he was simply becoming what he must.

Or that was what he said to himself.

His thoughts, once ordered and neat, were now chaotic-- flying everywhere. It was only around higher-ups that the male regained control from the chaos. The chaos that seemed to fly around and bite at him. The thoughts that now reigned in his mind-- the questions were the king, and prodded him to do the things he did. He was a prisoner in his own body, but...he might like it. If asked, and if you knew how he slowly slipped down the hole that took weeks to do so, he would say that he hated it. He abhorred it. But at the same time he loved it...submitting himself to something other then leaders. Submitting himself, to himself.

An odd thing, to be sure. But true, and very real. The times that he sat himself to try to wrestle the king's of his mind off their thrones were few, and far in between. To everyone else, he seemed the same. Except for the brief laughs that he had around a carcass, he was assumed to be at the peak of his physical, mental, and emotional health. And indeed, he wanted to believe that. But there were times that he abhorred himself and it. It merely depended. He saw the lies that he told himself when he looked into a river. He wanted to change, but how? These were the only emotions he could find he could display with ease.

Maybe he should start over? Leave the pack, and go find another? But that was ridiculous. He had grown up here. He had family (if they didn't look the part), and friends (of whom were avoiding him because of his being a jerk), and a rank here. A mere grunt, but still. He would be scoffed if he went to Valkyr, and the Fjordsong would be too peaceful for his liking. He belonged here, so, therefore, he would suck up his luck, and try to find someone that could entertain him/be his friend to distract him from such harsh/dark thoughts. But where would one simply find a friend?

Finding himself in the marsh in an unclaimed land, he walked to around three inches up his leg, and stared down at himself. It seemed even more empty then before, if that could ever happen. What had happened since that time when he had looked at his reflection before? Nothing did. He merely got worse.


"A new destination, of your own creation, just waiting 'till you choose to go there."

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Header Manip and table by ``Persephone;
Wolf photograph taken by Woxys @ Deviantart.com

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[``Persephone;]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=fafaf5] ~~~ Fascination took the place of cautiousness as soon as Persephone noticed that there was something off, like there was more to this wall than her eyes were permitting her to see. Her breath came out in shallow, visible wisps that faded into the frigid air before her and her ears twisted atop her cranium a second time to make sure all was silent with her surroundings. Not a crack, shuffle, or step met with her eardrums for a few passing moments so she finally came to the conclusion that she was still alone in this strange ruin. Only the wind whistled carelessly in her audits with the stinging sensation of it passing caressing her face. So what was this sense that there was more to discover prodding her senses so anxiously? Persephone only felt the only way to get rid of it would be to find out. Round and round she circled the large stone figure in search of anything odd or particular. Nothing. The shadowy fae merely found herself back in the same place she had started in: at the front of the den. Topaz pools looked over the stone figure curiously with the mere intention of finding something different within the embedded patten of rectangular rock. Eureka! She found it! Underneath the extensive layers of packed in snow she could see where the patten stopped and wood started. Now it was a wood/stone figure? She was dumbstruck. There weren't any of these back in the mountains where she was from that was for sure. Persephone nudge the abundant pile of snow with her nose to measure the thickness and realized that digging through this hill to clear the way would be simple. She began her work immediately, flinging feeble ice crystals behind her in a somewhat light frenzy. Eventually she came to a point where it was possible for her to touch the wood-structure. Paws cleared the surrounding area and Persephone felt proud of herself for carrying out a meager task without finding some way to make it a negative thing. She tenderly nudged the wood with her narrow snout to see if it would budge, but nothing gave way. It looked as if ice outlined the edges of this wood shape, causing it to stick. Doing what she thought would help, she clawed and licked at the ice until it was melted enough to allow her entrance as she realized that this was more than just a stone figure. It was a den of some sort, but what animal would this belong to? She forcefully manage to move the wood piece but instead of it falling flat it swung, much to her surprise. Inside this stone figure was something Persephone herself would have never been able to imagine. More wood posed as the floor beneath her feet as she carefully made her way inside and some other kind of stone she had never seen before made the walls. A gaping hole in the unidentified rock walls revealed the outside world and allowed the sunlight to pour through the open entrance. The inside smelled oddly of dust and filth, leaving her feeling a tad disgusted. Persephone continued her mini-adventure with her movements sly and her paranoia urging her to leave. Curiosity seemed to catch the better of her, however. Her claws clicked against the wood and her tail twitched nervously while she ran her eyes over forgotten trinkets and tarnished cloth that hung from the walls and littered the floor. Shattered glass lay flat in one corner of the room accompanied by a frame. In another lay sewing utensils long abandon. Persephone advanced toward the corner, puzzled by the item that had suddenly caught her eye. Sunlight shone off of a shiny button and the amazed femme picked it up with her mouth with no idea what it could possibly be. This place sure was a treasure hole alright! Persephone's treasure exploration abruptly came to a halt when her senses picked up the sound of rustling outside of the stone figure den. Fear gripped her heart and her mouth opened slightly, dropping the shiny button back onto the ground. Quick as a cheetah she bolted outside and into plain view with her fur bristling and her tail sticking straight out behind her. Her ears flattened to the side bitterly and the slicing feel of the cold ice underneath her paws brought her back to reality. To the side, she saw, was a doleful looking male who was lupine, like herself. He was staring deeply into what appeared to be a puddle and must have been buried in his thoughts if he hadn't noticed her scent floating around this place. Persephone's first instinct was to become hostile and run as fast as she could away from this stranger, but how could she when he meant her no harm-yet. " That puddle must be mighty interesting for you to be staring at it so hard."

[/b] she finally spoke after a few awkward moments. She bit her tongue, realizing that might not have been the best way to begin a conversation.





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Wolf by weawake @ Flickr

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[appios ']

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=000000] ~~~ walks. talks.

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thinks.

That puddle must be mighty interesting for you to be staring at it so hard.

Appios slowly shifted his eyes to the sound of an approaching wolf-- the dullness clearly stated in their coal bits. Why would this female be here where nothing-ness was? Where humans used to live, but then died? What wolf in their right mind would want to stay here? "It's not the puddle I'm staring at.

[/i]" The male replied in a near-monotone voice; his eyes looking over the dark-coated female wolf. He was staring hard at himself, and wondering how he could have felt any pride in killing other wolves. When he had a choice, he would have picked to kill, for that was the easier one. Not offer them a chance to live at your expense.

Sliding his eyes just as slowly back toward the puddle, he realized that, once more, his true emotions were hidden behind a wall that he himself could not break. One that he couldn't tear down, even though he had built it himself. It was the perfect stronghold-- one that, in his supposed weakness, would never crumble. Would he never succeed in breaking past the locks that he had built for himself? Would he never succeed in breaking past this near-pathetic weakness of his?

But that was just it. If he broke the weakness, that he wouldn't break the wall, which was there to break the weakness itself! Make sure that he didn't get any second chances in his choice to remain indifferent to the world. He still had sarcasm, bluntness...but they were tainted by bitterness. Bitterness that came from his inability to display any empathy for others-- no friendliness.

The loneliness was evident in his eyes before he had turned back to the puddle. He wanted to see and feel every emotion possible, but this one he wanted to avoid. It seemed like an endless void-- never filled with the mere concept of work. That was what he would like; a mere friend to help him get past these walls of his. Was it way too much for anyone to give? Was he not qualified to receive it?

All he needed was a friend. Was that a terrible thing to ask? Or, better yet, the how to on how to be a friend. He had no idea, and had no plan on asking anyone, for fear of a sarcastic answer. Maybe this female could tell him how.

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[``Persephone;]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=fafaf5] ~~~ Persephone had a choice to make: Stay with this male or go back to the stone den and continue her ransacking. With an emotionless reply to her rather drab and blunt outburst she didn't feel obliged to stay any longer, but there was a pull at her heart strings that she couldn't seem to understand. This male, although he looked perfectly fine sitting there by himself, had an aura that told a different story. The fae then realized that there was something they both had in common, and that was loneliness. Ever since Persephone had been exiled from her own pack the pang of loneliness made its home inside of her heart and would constantly prod at the back of her mind, ceasing peaceful thoughts and carefree feelings. Wolves were naturally social creatures and it took daily social interaction between a wolf and a pack for them to feel like they "belonged", so what was one without a pack or a family? A loner, rouge, whatever. That was what Persephone was and had been for months now. She was once the kind angel that gracefully lead her pack through vulgar hardships, now turned wicked and dubious by her sisters betrayal and the "smack in the face" that was life. Yellow pools looked over the brute as his gaze returned to the puddle and she took note how black and empty his eyes appeared. To her, they expressed a certain darkness, like onyx. Onyx was a rather pitch black rock and it looked as if this wolf had two of the same sized minerals dug into his eye sockets. They contrasted greatly against the snow white pelt of the lupine and of course, she noticed them first thing when he tore his gaze from the puddle to look at her. Persephone tested the air carefully with her nose, to reveal whether or not this stranger belonged to a pack. His scent had been off a bit, since he was after all in unclaimed territory, but her senses informed her that this was, indeed, a pack wolf. The scent of other wolves gave that away easily. Her tail twitched nervously and she began to debate over staying. It wasn't like her to even consider wasting her time on a stranger that meant nothing to her, but she was lonely, as was he. She sighed and came to the conclusion that it would be best to test her luck on this fellow. "Not the puddle you say?"

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Persephone edged a tad bit closer and left her guard up as she sat down on her haunches, tail swinging a bit and tossing up snow behind her.
" If not the puddle, then what? If you don't mind me asking that is..."[/b]
Ebony female gritted her teeth inside the confinement of her closed maw as she wondered why she even cared. Eventually in life, she came up with a set of "laws" that she assumed would get her by in life. One of those laws was that you couldn't trust anyone but yourself, the second was don't bother with anyone else unless they need you. The first "law" was colliding with the second, and that was beginning to create quite the uproar in Persephone's mind.



OOC-I'm very sorry for the wait, i don't usually take this long to reply. its been a busy weekend >>


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Wolf by weawake @ Flickr

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