The Ruins/Burial Grounds

[- Child of Cirra -]

OOC :

Isn't it a bit strange that the most literate person in this guild is the one that's constantly ignored?
Perhaps not.
But I'm going to continue to be a b***h about it.
I actually put effort and passion into my posts.
And would you be pissed if you spent ten minutes on this post, and it went ignored?
So. Yeah. As I said.
Eat my 5-inch, size 1 font, overly detailed post.

BIC:




Hellahi stalked silently out of the shelter of the night's shadows. He seemed troubled, no doubt by thoughts of Almirrah. Something about her weakened him critically, and awakened a side of him he thought long buried by endless layers of bitterness. He wasn't sure if he liked this abrupt resurfacing... He rather hated himself for his behavior lately. How long had it been since he had threatened, killed, or raped? How long had it been since he had vented the hatered inside him?
He had met his equal. He had to come to terms with the horrid realization that he wasn't as great as he thought he was. And thus, his motivation had disappeared.
As he stalked the forest paths, he soon stumbled upon the ruins.
Moonlight washed over him, and his hostile exterior was exposed. He found himself feeling oddly self-conscious. His appearance hardly reflected his mood at the moment, and he decided it was time. He was alone, and these ruins promised some scenery he could more convienently enjoy in his other form.
He threw his head back, and embraced the shadows. He went abruptly rigid, and in an instant his body was inveloped in darkness. Its shadowy, serpentine tendrils flicked and twisted in the air, licking at his limbs as they consumed him. In the briefest of moments, the shadow writhed and snaked, then disappated. A dark, misty fog lingered, and in place of the wolf now stood a tall, elegant man. As the fog evanesced, one could see that he was beautiful rather than handsome, with milky pale skin and a soft face. What remained of the wolf was his still blood-red eyes, his ridged silvery horns, his long flowing tail, and the unnerving aura of bitterness. He was dressed plainly, but elegantly, in a flowing multi-layered black skirt decorated around the waist with a band of silvery disc-like chimes. He was barefoot, as well as shirtless. His hair was pulled back in a neat tail that rested on the back of his neck. In one fluid movement, he reached back and let the tail loose. His charcoal-black hair spilled over his back, concealing horrific stitched wounds that appeared as if wings had been forcibly torn out.
He was Hellahi, the long lost.
He stared at his hands (which bore curiously long nails) thoughtfully, almost regretablly. He hadn't taken this form in what seemed like ages. It still didn't seem right... but... His whole world was changing. Why not his form? At least... just for now.
He turned his head, the multitude of rings and chains decorating his pointed ears chiming with the movement. The ruins, as he came to find, were quite beautiful. The entrance to a small labyrinth caught his attention, and he decided to continue his lonely stroll.
Weaving slowly, gracefully, through the labyrinth, he appeared to glide rather than walk. His earrings and the discs on his skirt sent a haunting kind of music chiming through the air with every step he took. He seemed a dark, lonely spirit, with his elegant skirt flowing behind him like a great wispy shadow. Instead of malicious and brutal, he seemed oddly dignified. Almost as if he held the answers to all life's mysteries, and beyond. Almost as if he were ageless in his knowledge.
Almost as if he were a long-lost spirit, denied by even Hell, and sent to earth to suffer a bitter eternity.
Every so often, he would raise a hand to trail across the vine-covered walls of the labyrinth. He seemed to be caressing it assuringly as he passed, as if it were a lonely sort of thing that needed comfort. He respected these walls, admired this labyrinth, and felt a strange connection within.
And so he walked, serenely and enigmatically, blissfully unaware of the world around him.
Time passed quickly.
The labyrinth's attitude toward Hellahi slowly began to change as he further communed with it. Something, it realized, was wrong with this being. Though his touch was inviting and kind, there was a further sense of evil about him that was more than unsettling. It began to resent him as he trailed his long, delicate fingers along its walls.
The vines that so corrupted the smooth stone walls, however, seemed to invite Hellahi's touch. The leaves tickled his palm and licked at his fingers as he passed. The vines shared his desire to find, corrupt, and destroy. They praised him, and rejoiced as they were blessed with his touch.
Realizing the kindred bond between him and the spiteful plants, Hellahi graced them with a soft, beautiful smile, and continued on.
The moon, however, was indifferent to his presence. As infinite was her age, so was her mercy. She had seen many evils in her extensive life, and treated him no better or worse than any other creature. Her soft light reached him as it did any other, and made Hellahi's skin appear flawless. His pale skin shared a fraction of her glow. Had she cared to look at him, she would no doubt find him a most radiant, beautiful being.
He drifted like a ghostly apparition, stunning and mysterious, until the labyrinth discarded him back into the open. He found himself surrounded by ruins. A breeze welcomed him into the clearing and continued to blow softly, as if it were delighted by the chiming Hellahi's belt and earrings sent throughout the open air. He smiled. Nature was being kind to him.
Or perhaps Lady Wind was just easily amused...
He glided over to a low stone wall and sat upon it. He brought one knee up on which to rest his arm, and let the other leg dangle off the wall. His exposed ankle, one could see, was finely decorated with silver anklets of many bands and chains, just as his wrists were.
He was a vain creature... but rightfully so.
He sat, basking in the moonlight, feeling oddly revered... and quite content with himself.

 

[applz]

aww dont feel that way <3
i love reading your posts. its always nice to read the work of a literate person.. and yea i would be a bit pissed too.
-reads-
ah! Hellahi is such a sex goddd.. lol

Almirrah wandered about what seemed to be the ever twisting pathways of this familiar labyrinth of ruins she had ventured through many times during the long nights. The moon hung still in the tainted sky, casting its glowing light upon all of Almirrah's surroundings as she walked with her eyes closed lightly, allowing her paws to take her through the ruins as if she knew the area by heart.
This night was unusually silent, and the air felt undisturbed around her- as if there were no breeze to run its chaos through the still air. This barely troubled her however, for she had other things on her mind. She thought about the new wolf she had recently met the previous night- he who goes by the name Hellahi- and of the few new young wolves she met during her journey through the lands. She wondered where they may be, and mostly..
..she wondered whether she may meet Hellahi again.
It is foolish though, to have feelings for another.. especially someone who is not of your kind she told herself. But did she have feelings for him? She opened her eyes and looked ahead of her into the darkness, thinking to herself. Her feelings were puzzled, and they seemed to be tormenting her as much as the past has. She fell to her side, sustained against the cushioning of damp moss that grew on a ruin beside her. She slid down until her body met with the ground, and remained there.
The ancient walls that surrounded her embraced her body with shadow, and the only glow that could be seen here were that of her narrow yellow eyes.

 

[Loup de la Soleil]

Crumbling walls and shattered ruins rose around the lone she-wolf as she wandered through its lost alleyways. As the warm glow of the sun finally faded upon the horizon, twilight descended as Neira wandered through the trees like a soundless spectre. The night.... It's been so long since I noticed it's actual presence.... Ever since her pack had slowly faded from her grasp, taken by winter's cold tendrils she seemed to cling desperately to her memories as if remembering everything as it had been would make the present seem more bearable. Lost in a fog of misgiving Neira had wandered for years on end, searching for a purpose....
Since the day her mother died --murdered by the pack when they discovered her daughter's gift-- Neira had denied her heritage, denied her birthright, the Change.... She was not like other wolves, or even the Cursed Ones; she was able to change through sheer willpower, a blessing transcended from the Ancient Magicks. It was an effortless slip between forms, one flowing into another and melding. These ruins held traces from the Ancient Magicks; she felt it in the very stones beneath her paws. It sent an odd metallic taste to her mouth and a faint perfume like soft white rose petals drifted on the air, reminding her of that day she had first changed.... The scent of roses seemed to be a trigger for the Change; it was like the Moon for Weres.
An unstoppable urge swept over her in a wave of pleasure, the sudden sensation sending even more chills up her spine like a cold wind prickling her skin. The white fur covering her body began to shimmer and glow as it receded and soft, pale skin took its place. Her black forepaws lengthened, toes turning into fingers with sharp claw-like nails at the tip while her forearm remained black as if she'd dipped them in ink. Her rear legs grew long and slender, with toned muscles and her feet ending in a paw-like form yet still suitable for upright walking. Her black-tipped tail was still present, and her ears hadn't changed even if her face had taken the appearance of a young woman. Her long, fiery-red hair spilled down over her shoulders and down her back in waves. Neira stared at her newly-formed hands as if they were daggers she'd just plunged into an innocent's heart; these, these things are the reason her mother was dead. Her knees buckled and gave way as she fell with a light whoosh as the thick carpet of leaves and moss enveloped her thighs. How could she have changed? She'd sworn to never do it again and yet here she was in the form she so despised; she'd once again been unable to control the Call of the Change. A tear fell and landed on her bosom, running down between her breasts as she silently began to weep. At least my Changed form isn't so crude as to leave me naked.... she thought through her empty sorrow. Her crimson dress, tied at her waist by a sash of the same color flowed out around her like a pool of blood. Her cream halter top seemed to sculpt her upper body into a pleasingly full form even though it didn't make any difference to her. Everything about her human-like form was strange and foreign to her, whether it was shapely or not, it made her feel as if there was a sort of veil around her that let anyone but her see her beauty. Among the pack she was just another pretty face in her Changed form; she felt like all the kindness she'd spilled forth was just a ruse to feel like she could fit in with the others, but inside her mind was clouded over with doubt as if it couldn't be true. She couldn't ever truely feel like an equal to any of the other wolves.
A flash of pain brought her back to herself as she realized she'd been touching a rose, stroking its pearly, white petals as she fell into the depths of its soul. Her hand had drifted downward slowly until she pricked her finger on a large thorn at the base of the shrub. A small drop of blood blossomed on the tip of her finger.
The strange powers she'd inherited came from an old Fae that had fallen deeply in love with a regal she-wolf; in exchange for his devotion she bore his children, passing on a strange and powerful ability which would lie dormant inside their ancestors for many generations to come. The secret to bringing forth this power was for a strong enough soul to be born into the lineage of their pack. Neira had unknowingly been born this soul. Why it was she who had become a Changeling and not her stronger-willed brother, is still a mystery....
The powers of the Ancients swirling around her compelled Neira to stand and she rose to feet firmly now, a change of mind sweeping through her as the power seeped into her very being. She felt as if a weight had ascended from her breast and she took a single, deep breath, filling her head with the scent of blood and roses. As she exhaled the breath suddenly rushed out of her and darkness folded in. It was as if an abyss had opened beneath her, swallowing her whole and leaving her without any senses except for sight. She fell slowly, as if time itself had slowed her fall as she landed with a slight rush of air and the leaves around her rose in a spiral column as the wind lifted them into the air to toss them around in an instant of a gale. A small bell sounded and as if from above and the wind suddenly died, the air going still and the leaves all fluttered back down to earth as Neira was left motionless, still unable to move and unable to stop staring at the blank space in the sky where she had just seen the most unbelievable thing appear....  

[applz]

Unable to sleep, Almirrah simply lay alone- swallowed by shadow. Her thin sides rose and fell in a slow, patient rythm as she breathed the night air, the scents of damp moss and traces of dirt and foliage scattered throughout the ruins filling her dark nostrils. The tuft of long dark hair fell down the side of her face, sheilding the crucifix-shaped scar over her eye. Her long bat-like ears rested upon her head, twitching ever so slightly at any sudden sounds. Her fangs pierced her gums slightly- the faint pain easing her hunger. She had not had a decent meal for several nights except for the small supply of blood from rodents- which she occasionally had the strength to hunt down. Her lack of feeding caused her to grow weaker, and she was aware that she would have to feed soon if she wished to survive. But she did not find the interest to hunt this night.
The next night.. perhaps she thought to herself as her fangs pierced her gums again, forcing a small amount of blood to trickle from the small wounds and throughout her mouth. She spat at the ground, her dark blood swirling through her saliva. Her own blood wouldnt satisfy her.. she knew of that.
Almirrah's senses awakened when she caught the scents of other beings not too far off. Her ears shot up, pointing themselves towards the sky. She listened for several moments wondering if perhaps these beings would choose to speak.. but was unsure whether she heard any voices. Her curiosity grew within her again, lifting her to her 'feet'- her hunger almost disappearing over this new thought of company. She walked quickly, her nocturnal vision allowing her to clearly see the many pathways in these ruins. The scents grew stronger as she walked, her head kept low and yet at the same time straining to catch scents in the air above her.
She stopped, an ornate fallen pillar laying in her path. She leapt onto it and walked upon the ruins, feeling quite unstable as she made her way over fallen walls, debri and great cracks in the ancient architecture. Her long tail seemed to float just above the ruins she walked upon, as if to avoid becoming caught in the many crevices. She continued to follow the scents- which were stronger here where the wind blew them about- wondering who she may find.. and whether or not the beings would be friendly about her presence.

 

[- Child of Cirra -]

applz

aww dont feel that way <3
i love reading your posts. its always nice work of a literate person.. and yea i would be a bit pissed too.
-reads-
ah! Hellahi is such a sex goddd.. lol

OOC :
Aw, thanks... X]
<3

AHAHA. A sex god.
Fo sheezy.
XD


BIC :



His eyes narrowed as he tilted his head upward, momentarily observing the being.
In an instant, his eyes widened in glinted pleasantly. His lips parted as he gave a gentle grin.
He knew that shadow.
It moved with an unmistakable, sinuous grace...
...and its beholder bore an even more unmistakable scent.
Almirrah.
He whispered softly in her mind, reaching out not with the typical maddening, painful probing, but with a gentle, almost caressing sensation.
If not his form, doubtlessly she would remember his voice.
(Oh, the vain, pompous creature he was.)
He laughed, and the low, pleasantly amused sound unintentionally reached his target's consciousness as well. The touch of it upon her mind was soothing, flowing...
...and unbelievablly seductive.
Hellahi's smile was genuine, as was the friendliness of his narrowed eyes. He had not thought to find her here, and doing so was a rather nice surprise indeed. She had left too soon, the last they'd met... and, though he had thouroughly enjoyed her company, he regretted not being able to explore her further.
Thinking to play further with the femme's mind, Hellahi waved an elegant hand through the air.
And the winds did his bidding.
A breeze blew his hair about him in wispy tendrils, and sent the melodic sounds of his chiming attire Almirrah's way. The corruptive ivy leaves rustled playfully. The relentless grass blades swayed invitingly.
Nearby flowers wilted. Surrounding trees seemed to shudder. The labyrinth sighed with exhaustion.
The innocent land never took well to Hellahi's manipulation.
Nevertheless, the natural harmony beckoned Almirrah, and the breeze almost literally whispered her name as it brought the brute's scent with it.
So caught up in his playful magics, Hellahi failed to consider what would happen if Almirrah saw him as he was.
She was a vampire. Though such things mattered little to him.
No matter how beautiful, how seductive he was, he was still a lycan...
...and the situation had dire potential to turn disasterous.

 

[applz]

Almirrah felt the air travel towards her, its wind embracing her in a rather strange way as if it had been enchanted- or perhaps toyed with. She lifted her forepaw as if to sheild part of herself from the wind- her sensitive eyes squinted slightly- but something caught her attention.
With the presence of this wind came the familiar scent of a being. And just then she heard a familiar voice in her head.. and she knew then who had spoken to her. She placed her forepaw down upon the ruin she had been standing on and her nostrils became filled with Hellahi's scent. His scent excited her.. a feeling she had not witnessed for several centuries. Her excitement made her grow nervous and even strangely embarassed, and she leapt from her perch to land upon the ground terrain, engulfed by shadow- hopefully hidden from view. Why did the very thought of him.. his scent.. his presence.. why did it affect her so? She had spent most of her life as a vampire avoiding and feeling almost immune to such emotions- such actions. These experiences.. feelings.. had become so new to her recently, and she was not sure whether or not she should accept them just yet- if not at all. Her past had not been pleasing- tainted with murder, pain, failure, rejection, and betrayal- yet her life since such times had improved, and she feared these recovered emotions threatened it.
However, she inched her way out of the shadows, looking about carefully. She knew Hellahi was close by.. and she was sure that he had seen her somehow.
Get up and stop acting like a fool
The voice rang in her head, and she shut her eyes to its voice.. her own voice. This voice had been an abnormal 'sense' she had inherited when her curse had first been bestowed upon her. It acted like a living conscience- and it helped her survive her first few days as a vampire.. as well as somewhat guiding her through several tough times.
Following what the voice had told her, she rose to her full height.. feeling as if she were stronger. Her hunger ceased momentarily, and she began to walk in the moonlight, Hellahi's scent growing stronger with each step.

 

[- Child of Cirra -]

Pleased, as he was certain Almirrah made her way to greet him, he smiled and tossed his head, flipping some stray tendrils of his glossy black hair from his face.
And in that instant, he caught himself.
He paused, considering his form, and frowned.
And he was having so much fun.
Reluctantly, he embraced the shadows. As soon as they had enveloped him, they retreated back to their rightful place, leaving a now wolfen Hellahi surrounded by a thin black mist. As he had shifted from human to wolf, the pains of his lupine body crippled him briefly as agony washed over him like a giant wave. His forelegs stung with infection and festering wounds. His spine writhed within him, protesting the small space it was provided, and he arched his back in pain.
It was all quite agonizing... but it would subside quickly enough.
He had Lauda and Djala to thank for that, now, didn't he?
He clenched his jaw, baring his teeth in a pained parody of a smile, as he endured the pain. As it faded, Almirrah's scent seemed to draw closer.
Ah, there she was.
He couldn't quite see her, no... but he could sense her.
Hellahi shook off any visible signs of discomfort and, as he sat regally atop the elevated stone wall, he appeared as gentle as the breeze that had initially beckoned Almirrah... but considerablly less beauteous and alluring. This, he regretted silently. He was ever prettier as a human, and he feared Almirrah would never see him as such.
At this thought he repressed a frown, and his tail flicked disdainfully.
Without further thought or action, he spoke out to the night air.
"My lady hides herself in shadow. And why, I wonder?"
He smiled softly, charmingly.
"Do come out, Almirrah. Your presence is enlightening amidst these dull spaces."

 

[Loup de la Soleil]

Feeling slowly returned to her fingers and toes as the night embraced her again and the memories of her past faded from her vision. Her head throbbed from the sudden ferocity of the vision. She knew he was looking for her, but where could he be and why did he want to find her? Her eyes quickly darted to the dark trees, he'd always loved the night but it wasn't her time of day, she liked the day and the warmth of the sun on her fur not the chill moonbeams. She rolled onto her side and her head swam for a second before her vision cleared.
The rose. It was inches from the tip of her nose as she reached out and touched its frail petals. At the brush of her fingertips the pearly drops spilled from their pedestal and the petals fluttered to the ground sending their intoxicating scent into her nostrils again. No. I will not change back, I must face the Change for once. Neira pulled herself up and stumbled a bit on her new legs. They were so long and slender; it was not at all like walking with four sturdy paws. She steadied herself, placing a hand on the wall for balance and rose to her full height.
Might as well see what I can do.... Neira cruched down and sprang up onto a tree branch above her, catching it as she landed and swinging herself over to the ten-foot wall opposite her previous position. Breathing out with a heavy sigh she stood atop the wall and looked about her.
A voice carried on the wind and her eyes flashed over to the source of the noise. A good hundred yards to her right there were two other beings, their scents tinted with a wolfy smell. She could feel that they radiated strange destinct auras that she didn't recognize. Demonic, no doubt.... The voice had been low and guteral, so at least one male was over there. The old saying, 'curiousity killed the cat' played into her mind as she thought that intruding where there were large males was not the best idea. 'Perhaps they're friendly.... or not.' Neira crept soundlessly towards the source of the voice. The scent of a she-wolf mixed with blood hit her as she got nearer.
Suddenly the clouds which had previously hidden her from view parted and moonlight spilled over the ruins, illuminating everything, including her perched form atop the wall. The she wolf lifted her head, meeting Neira's eyes instantly. The male looked up as well, a strange presence radiating out from him; it felt as if something was bashing against her consciousness, trying to get into her mind. At that instant she realized that she was still in her Changeling form. 'Ah, crap....'

 

[applz]

His voice rang in her ears, and Almirrah stopped for a moment to actually make out what had been said.. rather than listening to it as if it were a melodious tune in the night. She looked to where the voice had come from, her eyes tracing over the contours of the ruins around her. At last, she came upon the familiar shape of Hellahi- sitting upon an ancient wall- and her lips curled slightly into a smile.
Almirrah stepped out of the shadows obediently, her pale-yellow eyes gazing at his form- like two narrow moons. She felt a warm relief now that she had seen him again.
'Good evening' she said kindly, her teeth bared in a friendly grin. She moved her forepaws closer together as she stood in the moonlight, her long tail wrapping itself about her legs.
She had been quite shy around Hellahi before- an action she disliked greatly- and had decided to act more like herself this night.. although she was aware that she felt much less powerful in his presence. Her vampiric fangs were not visible amongst her bared teeth, but she closed her mouth anyway and simply looked to Hellahi with her head slightly tilted to her right side- her tuft of hair gently draped over the scar seen on the left side of her face.
As she stood there, awaiting his reply, she thought of the other scents that began to fill the air greedily. More wolves.

 

[Slighter]

Seleinis wandered around the Ruins, being his usual self, trotting around the grassy road. There was a nice breeze out this day, enough to lure this 'old brute' has his friends would call him out of hiding.
"Uhm...." he grunted, his eyes looking around carefully has his sniff the air and let out a soft bark and walked over to a dying tree and laid himself in the shade, curling into a ball and closing his eyes.


((Havn't roleplayed in a while, Ima need to prcatice some.))

 

[xXLady_IntegraXx]

Seilene walked in and out of the ruins that litered the path. While Phir followed her, complaining about every little thing she could think of. Seilene laughed lightly at the she wolf, flicking her tail on her nose which irratated her even more. Seilene didn't ket it bother her for she was happy to be back to her favorite spot. Catching a weird smell, she began to walk in the direction it was coming from, trying to figure out what it was while semi listening to Phir's rant on the ruins and what she was thinking of them. Climbing up on a crumbling wall to get a better view, Seilene scanned the horizen with flickering blue eyes. A small breeze blew her black and white tinted fur lightly tickling her nose causing her to sneeze softly. Phir came to her side, but not on top of the wall. Looking up at her with a curious look, she huffed in annoyance at her cheerful attitude.

 

[Nutella Mocha]

Inte<3
Sorry for the long post, I got into it.
Been way to long since I've role-played Hero.
8D

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A sound of a tail thumping against a fallen stone wall could be heard, and the twitching tail belonged to no other than the big brute, Hero.

It had been too long.

His golden eyes looked about, taking in the sights before him. He had been around, mostly at the Lagoon or Lake though, searching for Sora. She hadn't been around, and not only was he worried about the crimson fea, he was bored without her constant nagging and smiling and always making him do stuff. But she had disappeared one day, without a goodbye, or anything and she was gone, like the rest of the gang and the brute was left by himself, to drown in his thoughts and past. Him being not too fond of crowds and meeting other wolves didn't help the situation either, lately he had been rather irritable and usually snapped at any that approached his way.

He felt himself stiffen and his hair stood and ruffled, a deep growl emitting from his chest. That only made him the more irritable. Plus, remembering the gang and constantly being reminded that he was alone once again didn't help the mood any better. What had happened anyways? Why just all of a sudden they split to their separate ways with no contact at all? Maybe it wasn't intentional, but he was wandering if he was the only one being effected by it.

Letting out an inaudible sigh the large brute stood up, shaking his body off, relaxing his stiff muscles. Jumping off the fallen and moss covered wall, Hero left his throne and walked about the ruins, letting the cool air tingle his senses. Made him feel awake and aware, the ruins were rather peaceful, despite what the other wolves said about it. The brute licked his chops quickly and raised his maw to the sky and took a powerful breath, letting the smells around him be recognized.

He felt himself freeze at one scent.

It was familiar, too familiar. Turning to the way the scent came from he took another breath, trying to think of who it belonged too. He didn't think about it too long before he felt himself take off, running towards it, dodging walls and jumping over stones and other fallen walls. He quickly turned around one corner and slammed his front paws down, skidding to a stop. Raising his head he peered at the fea and he felt himself get excited immediately. His eyes flashed with familiarity and warmth and he jumped to the wall next to the fea.

"Seilene..." He growled, softly, "It has... been way too long." He murmured, not knowing really what to say, but his emotions were flowing off him like waves. This was it, the time where the gang could be reunited again? He didn't let his hopes get too high, but it was certainly in the back of his mind. His eyes flickered to the other fea below them, but she didn't seem too familiar to him, so her presence was soon forgotten {not in a bad way} and was back to the Seilene, the fea that was his friend.

 

[xXLady_IntegraXx]

Seilene's attention had been taken off the scent for seeing it was only a small rabbit that hopped on by. Shaking off some dust from her black coat that had found a place to bed from the breeze. She had gamzed down at Phir when a familiar scent caught her nose slightly, turning her muzzle towards the scent's direction she noticed a large wolf bounding in her direction. Realizing who it was she smiled happily until he was next to her on the wall, then once he had finished his sentenced she quickly changed into her hume form and glomped him crying out, "Hero!"
Her actions were far to clumsy causing both herself and Hero tumble off the wall in a heep next to Phir who jumped in shock at the whole incident. Phir moved away mumbling various things under her breath allowing the two to reunite, but with Phir's amber eyes closely watching over Seilene. Seilene sat up and rubbed her head as she looked down at Hero, "How have you been?! It's been forever!" She only realized that he had already said that after she had nearly yelled it out at him. She covered her mouth with her hands, hoping he wouldn't get mad at the repeat. Though it would be nice to see the old Hero's reactions once again she thought as she looked him over. Placing a hand on his chest she got a concerned look upon her face, "You haven't done anything crazy while I was gone have you? No injuries to be seen hm?"

 

[Nutella Mocha]

He was caught in surprise at the sudden embrace, but realized they were falling over. Shifting into his human form he switched the two bodies so he hit the ground and she landed on him. Even though he was a cold hearted p***k he was still was a gentleman at times, and had decent manners when he wanted to display them. He started to mumble something, unable to help himself, as he dusted himself off, she was too hyper for her own good.

He looked at her, and skimmed her body quickly, making sure she had no injuries from their short fall. Holding his hand out he helped her up. His brows furrowed at her repeat, but he wouldn't allow himself to be grumpy, it was time to reunite. He felt her pat his chest and chuckled at her question.

"Besides getting into several bad fights with only a couple scars to be proof, I don't think I've done anything too crazy. Sora has been keeping me in check...." His voice softened slightly at the mention of Sora and frowned for a moment, looking away. He was still worried about his crimson friend. He shook his head slightly and looked back at her, reaching his arm over and wrapping them around her shoulders, pulling her into a quick but friendly one-sided hug. He allowed himself to be soft at this moment. Releasing her, his eyes feel on the other fea for a moment, watching her. Looking back at Seilene his cool features came back, "Ive been well though, I guess I can say that." He allowed himself to roll his shoulders as if he was shrugging. "How have you been? Anything grand happen to you since the gang separated?"

 

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Seilene eyed his moments as she listened to his reply. Placing her hands behind herself she swayed lightly thinking of her own reply before she went spouting things out again. Blinking a couple times as he semi hugged her, she couldn't help but grin at him. Seilene tried to read his thoughts through his movement, but found it harder then it use to be. Finally nodding she gave her reply, "At least you are well though I wish you didn't have any new scar upon your body, it can't be helped. You are who you are." Hearing Sora's name made Seilene look down in thought, "I saw her at the lakeside not to long ago, she seems well which is nice, but I have tried to find more of our old friends, but it has been an upsetting search for I haven't found anyone but Suyuri and my newest buddy here." She gave a small nod towards Phir who just sat there in her white wolf form watching and not really listening for she didn't care much. She got an upset look on her face, but it passed quickly not wanting Hero to get upset as well, "All I know is Ankur has died, you know the silent one krad had been attached to..and " she had to think for a moment before placing a finger to her lower lip, "You know the cat she had with her...she's gone for all I know and Krad has gone missing." She looked to him with a small smile, "Sulkrai went off to find him cause I was worried for him." Seilene leaned against the wall to shift weight off her right ankle which she lifted up and moved it in a circle to losen it up, "Do you know or heard anything Hero?" Saying his name made her smile for she had been away for so long even saying his name made her happy as she looked up to him.