•|•|•For we wolves covet but one thing, and without it, we become undone.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]I stare at the black covers of the journal, my fingers trace the edges. I know that I am alone, but I still look around as if to ensure I am, before lifting one of the loose boards of the shelves, slipping the journal under the hollow wood on a shelf I am sure to remember.I cannot walk around with the journal of an old King, but neither can I continue to read those prized pages within the walls of the library. The possibilities of a master catching me in the act were too far great to risk. In truth, catching me reading any book may warrant a master's wrath, as I am meant to clean and only clean.Still, even after understanding all these things, my heart remains greedy and stubborn. I wish to read more. For how can he, Xiirian Adonis Prime, the 8th Night Wolf share a loneliness so similar to mine, if he is a king and I am slave and a Keffer?I had to read more. I must. It was as if th
•|•|•If you are to speak of a matter so delicate in his presence, do so with care. Lest you spark the darkness in him and return the world into it's most wicked of year's.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]I FOLLOW after him, and I realize he is waiting for me in an aisle and soon we're treading rows side by side.Glancing at the stack in his hands, I realize his load is many times heavier than mine and yet there is no strain in his grip, and if anything, he looks lost in thought rather than minding too much about how heavy the books were."Shade," He begins.A shiver crosses my spine at this and I raise an eyebrow at the sudden mention of my name. I am already looking at him, but his gaze is forward."Yes?" I always prefer, my name to my title. I know that I like hearing people say my name, but something about the master saying it makes me feel seen. I acknowledge it is progress. Ever since that talk, he has been careful to say my name. I like it. I like it a lot.He seems to be lost in tho
•|•|•"For what Terrors does the Night Wolf hold? Is it only the night? Or things far worse?"•|•|•[KAYOS]The Night air blows through the strands of my hair. I remain still, a silhouette against the dark. My mind is far gone, deep in my thoughts.I am not angry, disappointed perhaps. I still did not have concrete information about Shade. But It is her voice I heard in the endless. I swear it. However, if she had been there, it is not something she would simply forget. She says her dreams are far from mirroring mine. But her heartbeat heightens when she says so, and her lips quiver. Her eyes refuse to meet mine and her words overlap when she speaks. These are things I do not overlook. When people lie, they often ramble. Shade says friends do not lie. Perhaps she cannot remember her night in the endless. That is the only explanation. For, despite her denial, the feel of her delicate fingers against my forehead is something I cannot forget.I catch a breath at the memory.My heart
•|•|•A new age begins, and the cycle repeats.•|•|•[KAYOS]The Portal creaks with haunting whispers as I walk through. The shadows his my true name, enticing. Their voices are cold and wistful. They pull at my robe, and tug, grazing my feet, until I walk out and the whispers fade behind me, the portal closing.Only one shadow remains glued to my side. Alchest climbs up to my shoulder. I glance at him momentarily, my gaze shifting to our surroundings.It is as I thought. A blood bath.The narrow hallway lined only by torches spans a good length and in it lies the carnage left by the creature. There is no death, however. It seems this creature wasn't out to kill. Instead, there is an array of bodies writhing in pain. Slashes and marks. Aid has come to them, and healers are trying their best to do what they can. It is clear they were caught in prepared, however, it is a lesson well learned.Despite their pain, as soon as my presence is known, groans grow quiet, and shivers across th
•|•|•I have stared at stars, I have prayed to gods, near and far of all circles. But even they haveturned a deaf ear.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]Liston, the guard keen on getting me into trouble, stands before me. Though his face is visiblycalm as one would expect of a guard, there is a warm glimmer in his eyes, and his lips tug upwards,dimming slightly when a set of Guards matches passed.I turn from him, taking sharp breath in before closing the crimson door behind me and I feel hiseyes follow my every movement.When I turn around, I catch his gaze resting on the red door before snapping back to me, and heopens his mouth to say something, but a voice interrupts his speech."I'll take her from here."My gaze lands on Madam Catherine as she walks firmly towards me.For a moment, Liston seems hesitant, but he steps aside, a short bow before the madam.His gaze strays to me one more time, a tightness in his jaw, before taking his leave.I watch his figure disappear in the hallways and
•|•|•She is not a mate, She is a witch.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]Barnabas is right. The sun refuses to shine by the morrow, and the world is dark. And it stays for three days. At least, I think it has been three days. I can not tell. The hours seem endless.Perhaps I could count how many times Madam has awoken us but she has not been to our chambers. The last time I saw her, she had called AMA's true name. Now, guards bang at our doors when it is time to wake. If I am to count to that then it is four.Four days have passed. It feels like a fever. I pump on mindlessly. My thoughts are filled with pages and lonely words. I have not opened Xirrians journal since. It is far too emotional that reading those pages has wedged me into such despair that I can not bring myself to read another page.But even though I do not dare to read, his words have haunted me, night and day. I can not get it out of my head. Perhaps it's because there is nothing I can do to distract myself. I've been lone
[SHADE SHADOWS]•|•|• Who else wields magic? Is it only witches?•|•|•A mage Wolf.I study the lines on my open palms, staring at my hands momentarily. My gaze shifts to the pages of the book, picking it up, tracing over Xirrians words, again and again as if they could eat me alive.The dead flower blooms in his hand. My head leans back against the shelf, taking deep breaths in until my heart steadies, and then my eyes lift to the open window watching the rain as the memories flood my mind. Her curse is worse than mine. I feel numb.I do not recollect the first time I found out what I could do. I've always had it. It isn't something that I just figured out. Even after I lost my memories, my power didn't feel abnormal.I thought everyone could do it.Though I don't remember how I discovered I had this power, my memories remind me of the first time AMA did. It was a discovery for her, but for me, although I held no recollection of who I was, or had been, the action was natural an
•|•|•This bond we share, Adeline. No being can break. Neither men nor gods.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]********In the market. *******Xirrian states.*******************My fingers shake even as I write this. I cannot contain the excitement coursing through me. It is relief and emotion much too intricate to simply describe.I found her. I found her—I found her.My beloved. All that I am, all that I wish to be. All that is. I have her in my court this very moment. My wolf, my being, aches to be with her, but I must account for the moment. If only so that it is raw and genuine, and if only to give her space.I confess I feel I have suffocated her already. It is as the Mage Wolf predicted. The market is where I found her. In the cold streets of Thal, in the region of the Ice Wolf. It has been 2 years since my encounter with the mage.It is hard to describe—the emotion...The bond is far stronger than I ever perceived. Ah, it flows through me like a river, laden with all the good thin
•|•|•"What worries you most when you look at him, Gregory? For me, it is that I can not remember the last time he smiled. —Oh, Selene, I can not remember the last time my son smiled."•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]I am quietly cleaning.I think my mind is simply vacant at my discovery. That he does not care as much as I do.Petty things, yes, but it is only because I have a glass heart that I behave this way.I have discovered that it easily cracks. You see it was born alone in a land where souls are birthed in pairs.Sighing, I look down at the books littered on the floor. My ears straining slightly for sounds. Part of me believes the master still lingers. At least I wish to believe so.I swear, I hear whispers sometimes but when I turn there is nothing but a stream of dust in the empty row.Not even Diane's flutters can be heard.I did not mean to scare her off too. But she would return I was sure- even though it feels like it has been nearly a half hour since the dust settled.Falling to
•|•|•"To be bonded to another is a gift, Pup. In truth, there is no greater gift for a wolf, and there never will be."•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]My hand tightens against the ladder as I lean out to slide a book into the slot. It takes a bit of stretch but it fits. My gaze runs through the spines of the neatly packed books on a now dust-free shelf.Dragging the ladder with me to the next empty shelf, I find the easiest way to pack books is to stack them up like a tower near the ladder for easier packing.I do all this whilst in deep thought.If only I could say I think of ways to escape. If Vale has managed to get the red yarn or find a solution to our Night Wolf problem.These thoughts are what should be on the mind of a slave who is planning an escape but no-I think of none of these things. Instead, I think of words, of stories that aren't mine but are painfully familiar. I think of death, of shadows, of colors painted on a canvas. I think of a pair of wolves, the sadness that has la
•|•|•Selfish Beings! All of them! Them and their goddess. May Chaos reign forever, in this life and the next. •|•|•[KAYOS ADREN PRIME]"Are you nervous?" I do not spare Vaeln a look at a remark so ridiculous. My gaze remains glued to the heavy oak double doors closed before us. "I only ask, because you pause..." Vaeln added, leaning toward me slightly, "Usually when one is before a door, they—open it..." he hints.Selene cannot be this cruel that I have to endure this torment, is she?I have no desire to explain to him that I take a moment, for I have to calm my wolf. The realization that the woman that we are to call mate is behind these doors distresses him, for he knows, whatever she is, she is anything but. I turn to him blankly, "This is none of your concern, Vaeln.""True," He grins, "It is more of an interest to be honest. I'm very interested."I stare at him. I do not speak again. He is much too aggravating and inconsequential for me to spare another second of my atten
•|•|•How does one know this is their bonded, AMA? Is it only by scent? Am I therefore doomed to never find love?•|•|•[KAYOS ADREN PRIME]I stare at her as if a ghost. Curled beside me like a dream, the only word fit to describe this vision of her.Quiet as she sleeps, I am struck motionless, simply watching. Immobile at the weight of her presence. Her scent is sweeter than the flowers that the endless grows to calm me, so much so, even they seem to tilt in a feeble attempt to touch the light coils of her hair, despite the non-existent breeze. It knows. The endless knows. She is something altogether different.Hearing her voice was one thing, but seeing her in all her beauty, in these fields of peace is —ethereal. I can not blink for I fear that if I do, I risk losing a second of all that is her. I am breathless at the thought, breathless at the pure desperation in the notion. I have kept away from her for four days, told myself I must see her soon, but in truth, I have been h
•|•|•This bond we share, Adeline. No being can break. Neither men nor gods.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]********In the market. *******Xirrian states.*******************My fingers shake even as I write this. I cannot contain the excitement coursing through me. It is relief and emotion much too intricate to simply describe.I found her. I found her—I found her.My beloved. All that I am, all that I wish to be. All that is. I have her in my court this very moment. My wolf, my being, aches to be with her, but I must account for the moment. If only so that it is raw and genuine, and if only to give her space.I confess I feel I have suffocated her already. It is as the Mage Wolf predicted. The market is where I found her. In the cold streets of Thal, in the region of the Ice Wolf. It has been 2 years since my encounter with the mage.It is hard to describe—the emotion...The bond is far stronger than I ever perceived. Ah, it flows through me like a river, laden with all the good thin
[SHADE SHADOWS]•|•|• Who else wields magic? Is it only witches?•|•|•A mage Wolf.I study the lines on my open palms, staring at my hands momentarily. My gaze shifts to the pages of the book, picking it up, tracing over Xirrians words, again and again as if they could eat me alive.The dead flower blooms in his hand. My head leans back against the shelf, taking deep breaths in until my heart steadies, and then my eyes lift to the open window watching the rain as the memories flood my mind. Her curse is worse than mine. I feel numb.I do not recollect the first time I found out what I could do. I've always had it. It isn't something that I just figured out. Even after I lost my memories, my power didn't feel abnormal.I thought everyone could do it.Though I don't remember how I discovered I had this power, my memories remind me of the first time AMA did. It was a discovery for her, but for me, although I held no recollection of who I was, or had been, the action was natural an
•|•|•She is not a mate, She is a witch.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]Barnabas is right. The sun refuses to shine by the morrow, and the world is dark. And it stays for three days. At least, I think it has been three days. I can not tell. The hours seem endless.Perhaps I could count how many times Madam has awoken us but she has not been to our chambers. The last time I saw her, she had called AMA's true name. Now, guards bang at our doors when it is time to wake. If I am to count to that then it is four.Four days have passed. It feels like a fever. I pump on mindlessly. My thoughts are filled with pages and lonely words. I have not opened Xirrians journal since. It is far too emotional that reading those pages has wedged me into such despair that I can not bring myself to read another page.But even though I do not dare to read, his words have haunted me, night and day. I can not get it out of my head. Perhaps it's because there is nothing I can do to distract myself. I've been lone
•|•|•I have stared at stars, I have prayed to gods, near and far of all circles. But even they haveturned a deaf ear.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]Liston, the guard keen on getting me into trouble, stands before me. Though his face is visiblycalm as one would expect of a guard, there is a warm glimmer in his eyes, and his lips tug upwards,dimming slightly when a set of Guards matches passed.I turn from him, taking sharp breath in before closing the crimson door behind me and I feel hiseyes follow my every movement.When I turn around, I catch his gaze resting on the red door before snapping back to me, and heopens his mouth to say something, but a voice interrupts his speech."I'll take her from here."My gaze lands on Madam Catherine as she walks firmly towards me.For a moment, Liston seems hesitant, but he steps aside, a short bow before the madam.His gaze strays to me one more time, a tightness in his jaw, before taking his leave.I watch his figure disappear in the hallways and
•|•|•A new age begins, and the cycle repeats.•|•|•[KAYOS]The Portal creaks with haunting whispers as I walk through. The shadows his my true name, enticing. Their voices are cold and wistful. They pull at my robe, and tug, grazing my feet, until I walk out and the whispers fade behind me, the portal closing.Only one shadow remains glued to my side. Alchest climbs up to my shoulder. I glance at him momentarily, my gaze shifting to our surroundings.It is as I thought. A blood bath.The narrow hallway lined only by torches spans a good length and in it lies the carnage left by the creature. There is no death, however. It seems this creature wasn't out to kill. Instead, there is an array of bodies writhing in pain. Slashes and marks. Aid has come to them, and healers are trying their best to do what they can. It is clear they were caught in prepared, however, it is a lesson well learned.Despite their pain, as soon as my presence is known, groans grow quiet, and shivers across th