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Zeth MelGair · Journeyman Joined: 26 Feb 2007 Posts: 164

The mist swirled around the grey wolf, as it had done for some time now. The only color in this place was the green of his eyes, everything else shades of white and grey. The wolf listened to the ryhtmic lapping of unseen waves on a shoreline that he could never find. It seemed a life time had been spent sitting in this same spot. No matter how long he walked nor in what direction nothing here changed. The wolf was neither hungry or thirsty, which was good for there was nothing here to eat or drink. There was neither night or day in this place, only cycles of boredom broken by ones past as it walked out of the mist to stand and remind one of a life he once had.

It started from his childhood. In the mist his whole life was shown to him time and time again. Each of the people he had killed. each of the lovers he had taken. His mate and his betrayal of her. The lover who betrayed him. His children and grandchildren who he barely got to know. all of his lifes work and what it had cost not only those around him but him, himself.

The Last to come as she always was was a lone female wolf. Her fur had a blue hue to it. As she came closer than any other to him he could feel the cold radiating off of her. She sat on her haunches in front of him as she had done many many times before. She leaned forward her nose pressed to his, Then she was not a wolf any more and he was neither he was a man now laying on his back watching as this blue haired woman leaned in and gave him the coldest kiss. There was a kindness and tenderness in that kiss as everything went cold, and his eyes closed.

the wolf opened his eyes Nothing but the mist was there now. So he would wait for it all to start again. As he waited he took mental note of the things in his life he would change the things he missed. He missed the grass between his claws. The smell of fear, and the thrill of the hunt. He missed his remaining family.

The wolf crossed his fore paws and lay his head down over them. This was not death nor was it life it was far worse. Raising his head up the lone wolf let out a long and sorrowful howl. Hoping that it may peirce the mist and be herd by anybody.
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Merci d'Rue · Babbling Loony Joined: 18 Jan 2006 Posts: 2810

Behind the wolf was a great power emanating from it new and strange..

What gift was this bestowed upon the Melgair family? Another chance...

The Stone had heard his daughters plea..

Merci's wolfish form walked slowly thru the grassy field, the dew sent by the nights kiss. There upon the path she wound her way up and she whispered his name.

Zeth... we have a way... it is time.
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May destiny guide you...

Zari MelGair · Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 8:55 pm Post subject:

Her footprints in the snow were clear. Heavier, deep footprints, though it was obvious she was not trying to be stealthy. Of course, her dark red fur stuck out like a thumb against the pasty white surroundings of fresh fallen snow. Her hunt had been successful. She was full of pixie legs, her dark craving, that had taken her out to the lands of the Illshnar, where the pixies roamed free. Her thoughts were heavy. Children to be born. A paper to write. Things to hunt... Draven to harrass and drive crazy with wedding plans...

She heard it tear across the Valley. A lone, long, distant howl. It was so familiar. She could almost feel the sorrow as the sound hit her tender ears. She thought for a moment, listening to it. She'd heard the howl before, but where was it from?

After a moment, it struck her. That, was a howl she had not heard in quite some time. It was the distinct howl of her Father.

She leaned back her head, rearing back on her hind feet. She let out a long, strong howl in reply, as she crashed back to the earth. Within moments, she tore across the valley, searching out the source.
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Zari Melgair: We are all alts of Merci