Happiness fAlls To fatE.[Dusk]

[[D]uvessa]

I have to block out thoughts of you...

There was something about sunrise, the way the bright golden rays danced across the water to meet the empty aquamarine vaults that stared so blankly at it's beauty. Greenish lights spilled across her copper-coloured pelt, her milky white forelimbs were pulled close to her warm underbelly. Paws were placed neatly between her rear limbs, her rump upon the Earth and her golden tassel tucked around her left side. Never before in Harlequin's life had she seen such a large body of water, not since joining Chase and his band of canines. It was beautiful the way it flowed, how calm it could be and yet, how deadly when angered. For now, the faint swishing of the water rushing to shore, the scent of salt in the air was soothing. It was different, but it helped as she preformed her daily ritual, mourning."Sommeil, mon soleil." The words rumbled from gently vibrating vocals and to the sound of her own voice she startled. Auds flicked and lowered as her empty eyes seemed to dart about looking for some one. Or perhaps something. Slowly the soft bluish eyes worked their way back to the rising sun, who's bright smiling face beamed down at her. A low growl worked it's way past her charred lips, a verbal display of her hate and irritation. The thought that anyone or anything on this Earth could be happy while those that killed her Harkin still drew breath angered her. Everyone had to be miserable, everything had to end and die and feel pain so long as Quin was alive to miss her dearest Harkin. She'd make sure of it. Muscles rippled beneath her bright summer coat as she lifted her slender frame from the Earth. Milky paws sunk slightly into the soft warm sand which worked its way between the silky strands of pale fur so that it might stow away there. Her body curled, a twirl motion as the young fae turned to leave. So soon.

So I don't lose my head.

[Spectre]

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[atrb=background,http://i509.photobucket.com/albums/s333/Busstuck_McGee/postingtablebackground-2-1-1-1-1-4.jpg] The waiting was the worst. Paralyzed with slight fear, the pale wolf had crouched amongst the lofty trees and other vegetation. Waiting and waiting. Hours of the tedious, motionless state. Concealed from the outside world, with its bright and glaring features. Hiding from the unknown she refused to admit she had no knowledge of. Dusk had been up since dawn. Softly, light crept into the dark of the sky, marring Luna’s exotic visage. All that dwelled in the world became faded with this dazzling, deadly light. Many of her cousins, the exuberant ferns and the dainty lilies, the lush hibiscus and the wispy grasses, shrank from this brilliance, equally disturbed by its power. So she hid among her cousins from dawn until morning, when she finally ventured out onto the sands of the shores. Dusk plodded along the sandy shoreline, dragging her paws along the slick, mucky surface of the muddied sand. Ahead, she spotted a lone silhouette, unmoving. What was it? A canine or just an oddly crafted boulder? Warily, she approached and was finally able to determine that it was indeed a canine – a dog nonetheless. The dog before here, mere yards away, had a pallid tremor to her pelt. Her fur was a ghostly white, blanched and washed out. But Dusk could tell it used to be a regal gold color. Now, all that remained of her former self was this shell of a creature. A lilting whisper hung in the air. Edging forward, she could finally distinguish words originating from this sorrowful canine. But these were chants of another tongue, one Dusk knew little about. After much chewing on these words, she grasped an underlying meaning in them. ‘Sleep, dear Sola’ they whispered. At this, she bristled with anger. ”’Sola’?!” she spat out loud. ”You dogs worship Sola? No wonder you’re in such a pitiful state.” Enraged, she proceeded to advance aggressively towards this canine.

[[D]uvessa]

Il faut croire que mon sommeil...

There was a presence that lingered, but Quin couldn't be bothered to look away. This was all she had left of him, nothing would take it away, not a moment of it. Eyes remained glued to the brightly coloured horizon, it's colours reminded her of them. Today it even seemed brighter, perhaps he did still watch her. A happiness began to flood her heart at the very thought of him. The faint sounds of someone approaching didn't seem to phase her, in fact it wasn't until a feminine voice cut through the silence. Her voice was piercing, her tone harsh, and her words did little more than irritate. Then again, everything irritated Harlequin. Like knives the aimed to pierce her heart, but they bent against the brick walls she had constructed around the most sensitive of her organs.

”’Sola’?!... You dogs worship Sola? No wonder you’re in such a pitiful state.”

Auds flicked back and pressed against the vibrant reddish fur that covered her thick skull. Normally she'd have just turned and attacked but this time there were two reasons she did not. Her mind searched every memory it held, but still there was nothing of Sola. Perhaps she knew of Harkin, perhaps she remember the fearless warrior. Maybe she helped destroy her family. In an instant she was on her paws and with a neat, graceful twirl she turned to face the multi-coloured wolfess. There was tension, but at this moment there was little hostility from the bi-coloured canine.

A voice echoed, rang in Quin's ears 'How dare she interrupt this?'. Was it not bad enough her kind had stolen everything? Now she came to Harlequin here, to strip of her what little peace of mind she had left? Her upper lip twitched, but not a word rolled off her forked tongue, not in anger or anything else. Piercing eyes focused on their target, this moment was sacred to her. No blood could be spilled whiled her love smiled down at her, not even the blood of a wolf.

Est en ch'ville avec le soleil.

[Spectre]

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[atrb=background,http://i509.photobucket.com/albums/s333/Busstuck_McGee/postingtablebackground-2-1-1-1-1-4.jpg] Pride was one of the major points in being a Hu’li wolf. Dusk herself was immensely proud of her heritage. They had their ever-remarkable wisdom in the spiritual. Their connections to the celestial were strongly linked. They had… power. And as was the inevitable, their fair share in enemies. Unfortunately, it appeared that Dusk had made yet another of those enemies. The pale dog flicked her perked ears back, flattening them to the sides of her scarlet tinged muzzle. Dusk’s haughty eyes took in the strained expression of the canine, the momentary anger that flitted across. She was acutely aware that she had been intruding on something… special… but resolutely didn’t care. Wary, burnished eyes watched as the dog straightened up and trotted before her. And sat, motionless. With the lupine equivalent of the raising of one’s eyebrows, Dusk waited for her to strike. A frown brushed across Dusk’s delicate features. Was this dog planning to remain mute? Hesitating for a space of a few seconds, she clarified, hissing, ”Sola… the sun.” As an additional emphasis, she gestured towards the heavens. There, a sphere of blinding light streaked out the muted background of faint star specks. A lazy breeze had swept the clouds aside in bunches. It was as though a curtain were being drawn from the ghastly scene. Her callous, grating voice silencing the day, she continued with, ”You perceive your kind’s malice up above. That is what your ancestors have done, prying us from our rightful land. It is all written in the stars. Never to be forgotten, never to be forgiven,” she finished solemnly. As the chilling heat ruffled the fur blanketing her raised hackles, she gave a tilt to her muzzle. In a politer tone, she inquired, ”Now what have you been doing this delightless day?”