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 Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 8:13 pm
Foxglove was busy batting at his mothers hair when Dritan finally woke up, but before he could notice and pounce his poor sleepy sibling, Lyf had scooped up the other baby and had him cradeled in her free arm. "Good morning love, did you sleep well?" She purred, nuzzling her babies forehead softly and sweetly, giving him a gentle kiss. Lyf's brilliant crimson eyes were almost as radiant rubies, luminous and soothing in shape and hue. She exhuded a scent that filled the senses with pleasant emotion and healing peace, erasing all worry and doubt. Her brow furrowed lightly as she felt a sharp tug from Dritan's brother and turned her head to free the hair Foxglove had managed to capture and chew upon. "Come now, I'm not that tasty." She lifted the arm balancing Foxglove which pulled him away from her shoulder, her face once more alight with kindness and care as Foxglove slumped over the crook of her arm, defeated.
The babies ears perked, his nose twitched and his tail bristled as he smelled something familiar and turned his head over one shoulder to root out the mysterious presence. Suddenly he spotted Dritan and became a ball of happy, loving energy which his mother coralled by placing him on the floor so he could leap about and scamper excitedly. Dritan was awake that mean't playtime! Mischief! Intrigue! And.. other amazing things! He skittered about the marble floor like an exciteable cat before zooming to flop in-between his mothers ankles, lifting himself up on his hind legs and wrapping his paws about her leg in an anticipatory hug.
Lyf couldn't hold back her sweet laughter as she watched her son practically come out of his fur in excitement, he certainly was energetic. Perhaps she should have named him after something more mischievious. He certainly had an impish streak. She brushed back her and shifted her gaze to Dritan, giving his belly a light tickle. "Do you want me to put you down. You know what's waiting for you down there." She smirked cutely, raising a slender brow to show she understood exactly what Dritan was in for. That was one of the things that made Lyf different from most mothers, she was easy to connect with her childrens problems and dillema's yet knew them intelligent enough to not treat them like mindless drool machines, well, in certain matters. In more serious aspects of life she was still their mother and did what needed to be done to ensure their well-being.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 3:53 pm
A small yawn escaped the young God's mouth as he was scooped up into his mother's arms. Using his small paws, he tried to rub the sleep away. He wasn't a lazy child, no. But growing took a lot of energy out of him so frequent naps always seemed to help.
Dritan turned his head to watch Foxglove scamper about on the floor before deciding to cling to their mother's leg. Of course, out of his siblings Dritan was probably the most patient and a bit more laid back. You had to be. Especially when interacting with Foxglove. There was just no end to his brother's energy and free spirit it seemed.
He turned to look at his mother. Watching at her eyebrow raised and reaching up with a paw to bat at it. Red eyes blinking a couple times in curiosity as he tried to raise his own. Only instead of just one both eyebrows seemed to raise. The baby making a face as his attempt was unsuccessful. But he'd learn. He let out a small sigh before giving a little wiggle of his body. A small sign of wanting to be put down. Well, maybe not wanting to. But he figured eventually he'd have to be put down. And then Foxglove would be all over him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 1:33 pm
Lyf smiled, proud of her sons attempt to raise his eyebrow, he was just so adorable! She closed one eye as he batted at her and wrinkled her nose sweetly. "All right then, if your sure." She snuggled him close, nuzzling his cheek for a moment before she set him gently upon the floor and stood. She needed to mix a new poultice she'd been fiddling with for a few weeks now, a real a** kicker. But she hadn't had time, the babies had been so small up until lately. Now it seemed nothing could stop them from growing. She looked down at her children with affection, noting how exceptionally beautiful they were and giving a fond sigh. Oh how she loved being a mother. Love, love, loved it. She wanted more. Babies everywhere! Good thing she was the Goddess, she would have gone mad begging for more children. But as the head of the household she could have as many as she pleased, whenever she pleased. Ah, life was good. She giggled and headed for the herb drying room, leaving the door open wide so she could listen for her children should something happen. And with two boys there was bound to be mischief. At least the girls were still asleep.
Foxglove released his mothers leg and immediately hunkered down on all fours, his chin pressed to the floor and his eyes big, orbital saucers, brimming with energy and excitement. His tail, fluffy and, at the moment, resembling a bottlebrush, swayed across the floor then up and over his head. Landing in-between his ears and blocking his vision for a moment. He swiftly batted it away then pounced after his brother, so increddibly happy to see him. With Foxglove every nap was an eternity and once he got up he acted as though he hadn't seen his brothers or sisters in years, even if his nap was only five minutes long. That boundless energy was like a mutation of his mothers energy. While she was always upbeat and energetic, she was hardly about to come out of her skin with excess. Foxglove had that excess, but he was naturally adorable, like his siblings, so it was easy to overlook. He hop, skipped and landed right on his brother, giving his ear a bite and curling his tail around him, snuggling close. A couple of excited yips and he was purring happily, ready to play. The plus of his energy was that it was always directed towards love, he loved his brother, his sisters, his parents and pretty much everyone like it was going out of fashion. Good thing it never truly would be, love was always in.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 9:23 pm
The sun rose slowly over the Temple of Healing; weak rays wrapping across the curved figure of a lone mortal female. Two tails swishing lightly, the Regular moved through the garden, inspecting each herb and plant carefully before she would pick a piece here and there, putting it into her basket. The sun has completely risen before she was done and she moved on quiet steps into the marble temple, passing through the waiting room and beyond to a little workshop where she could begin to work her raw herbs into something to be used for healing. Alka smiled softly as she placed her basket on the marble bench top, face turning towards the window as she was momentarily lost in thought.
It had been months now since she had left her little cottage behind and she had worked diligently at the temple, doing her best to learn everything that Lyf had to teach. On her free time she painted or took walks in the woods. The days sped past as now she had purpose that she was working towards and it was hard to keep track of everything that had happened. She had always been the kind of girl to feel content with life in all its forms; even her bad says had always been met with a nod of understanding. So Alka was confused as to why she felt so restless. Despite the warm welcome from the Goddess and her family, she felt strangely alone.
During the day Alka would busy herself in healing the minor wounds of those who came to the temple, but at night she barely slept, too caught up in her own thoughts. Something was missing but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. As she began pounding the herbs into a paste with a mortar and pestle Alka mused on this conundrum. Her restlessness was always worst on the full moon night. Was there some connection? Stop being silly, Alka chided herself as she poured in some water and a hint of a bright green, rather mysterious liquid Lyf had made. The concoction became a sticky goopy mess and when Alka tried a bit of it on the tip of her tongue; it had a strong, tang and seemed to melt away into your mouth within seconds.
Just like with cooking or painting, the more love you put into your healing potions, the better they would be. This was a simple one, designed for sore throats and stomach aches. If she helped enough of her fellow Faekats feel better, then maybe that ache in her heart would finally go away. Alka put a smile on her face as she transferred the mixture into a glass bowl, but it soon dropped away as her mind caught her once more. She stared deep into the bowl as if it would give her all the mysteries of the universe. Suddenly she wished she had somebody there to talk to, somebody to distract her, somebody to keep her company.
How pitiful she was.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 10:03 pm
The warm morning breeze rolled in through the open front doors which the goddess, as a matter of preference just as much as for professional reasons, kept open wide to allow in as much fresh air as she could manage. She disliked a stuffy home as much as any sane Faekat but especially in her line of work. Being all cooped up did nothing for an ill creature. Breathing in their own sickness would certainly only make matters worse. The tapestries rippled upon the wall like water, dancing lifelike and strikingly against the clean, white marble. The fountain in the main lobby gurgled lazily, having done its job by lulling Foxglove into a deep sleep. He lay sprawled out on a bench in the lobby. He’d been up all night tending to a small group of young Kats who had been in the wrong part of Hemlock at the wrong time. Luckily nothing serious had transpired except for a bit of hexing and some sore boils. He snored softly, his head hanging off the edge of the bench and his legs arched. He wasn’t about to wake anytime soon, unless he was needed anyway.
The goddess had been watching Alka almost all morning. She’d noticed the females’ behavior shift over time from being gloriously and unabashedly happy to happy still but more reserved. More often lately it seemed she was lost in her own world, distant and thoughtful with perhaps just a touch of, was it sadness? Alka was hardly ever on a downer, she was just too ‘glass half full’ for that sort of behavior. But then again everyone was sad at least once in a while. The females work hadn’t suffered due to it. She was still exceptionally talented at mixing herbs and tending Faekats in need, for that Lyf had promoted her to the highest rank she could offer. Alka was a Healer but she was also a Priestess in Lyf’s temple for the time she was here. Once she left she’d always have a place in the temple and in Lyf’s home but the goddess knew the female wouldn’t stay forever. It wasn’t in her fate. There was much more waiting for the little Faekat than even she herself knew. Lyf saw it. Especially with that bird hanging around.
The crow had arrived around the time Alka had and yet it stayed to the forest, rarely hanging about the temple. It felt compelled to be in the area and watch the little female Regular, following her often when she went to forage. Yet as ominous as it appeared it never attacked, never seemed violent or angry, it merely watched from afar. Like a guardian in a realm others could not reach. Lucky for it Lyf allowed its presence in her domain for reasons she felt no need to divulge. Soft pawsteps echoed down the hallway as the goddess of Healing left her personal chambers to stand in the doorway just behind her most prized pupil and even, for she could happily say it, dear friend. Watching her for a moments time the deity quirked a brow and offered a slow, caring smile. “Alka, Alka, Alka. My dear child, your hands work at your task with such focus but I can clearly see how far your mind is from the herbs at your clawtips. What troubles you so?” Her voice was smooth as silk and sent waves of pleasant vibes into the nerves of all who could hear. She crossed her arms across her chest, leaning her weight on one hip and regarding the Regular with her ruby hued eyes.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 11:44 pm
As if her prayers had been answered, Lyf appeared in the doorway and Alka pushed her mind back into the present. It would do nobody any good for her to linger in her own sudden sense of not belonging and she certainly didn't want Lyf to worry. She moved to face the Goddess; love and respect on her features. She gave a bright, welcoming smile to the Goddess. Lyf's presence was like a balm on her troubled soul.
The words caused her to pause and Alka shook her head slowly, smile becoming something softer as she gave a little sigh.
“I don't quite know.” She answered honestly. While she didn't like to burden others with her problems, Lyf was somebody she would trust with her very soul. Alka could no more deny to answer such a direct question, then she could harm a innocent beast. “It is though I'm lost. I feel like I'm missing something inside me.” Alka fought with a frown. “Forgive me Lyf, it is truly wonderful here and I have learnt so much. Everyone means so much to me... I don't know why I would feel this way and... I feel ashamed.”
Alka looked at the Goddess with a sense of hopelessness. At least it felt better to let it out; to explain her odd moments of sadness. For many weeks she'd been holding it in, wanting to keep it to herself and muddle through. But it had been too long. “I should be so happy.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 12:01 pm
The Goddess listened with endless patience and only the utmost concern for the mortal before her. Alka had proven time and time again why she deserved care, why she deserved to be in the place she was now and in the position of respect she held. There was not a selfish bone in the females’ body and as humble as she was there was no questioning her motives for anything she did. Lyf approached slowly and raised a hand, placing it sideways against her forehead, as though checking for fever, but that was the last thing she was checking for. Those ruby eyes softened as she looked Alka in the face and smiled warmly. “Listen to me, my child, and listen close for what you seek lies hidden deeply from you.” She closed her eyes for a moment in thought before they slid open again and she inhaled softly.
“If you so wish to seek this ‘piece’ of which you speak, for yes, there is a piece, you will be placed gravely in danger. There is so very much you do not know and so very much that could destroy you along the way. At the end of the road will lay a choice.” The fountains gurgle faded in the distance as the Goddess spoke, her eyes alight in a kind of steady glow and her voice echoed almost whisper-like in her mind, her features calm and tranquil yet serious. The wind picked up, stirring the tines of her hair which rustled about her tanned shoulders peacefully. “One will lead you to happiness but at a cost I’m not certain you can bear and the other will lead you back the way you came and with nothing but the same sense of longing you so sensed before. If a third choice exists, I foresee nothing but hardship in its wake.”
Her hand slipped back and a look of concern waged war on her beautiful face. “Listen to me and listen closely my dear one. If you wish to quiet this restlessness inside of you then you must go and go quickly to face it. Otherwise you can live a safe, happy life either here, in the mortal realm or somewhere between both worlds. I cannot tell you more, it is not my responsibility to hold your fate, even if I would so love to make this all work out to your advantage. Think on it carefully, oh so carefully, and come to me in my chambers when you have made your decision.” She offered Alka a smile and a faint nod before she turned to leave the room. Yet before she did she stopped, one hand on the doorframe, her body tensed as if hesitating and without turning she spoke. “If I thought for one moment this was a thing you could live life without facing then I would have said nothing to you about it. Yet his longing for your presence is so strong even I have felt it from time to time.. what a curious bird.”
She vanished down the hall, back into her chambers her mind working out the riddles placed before her. Oh what she wouldn’t give for a good, old fashioned healing job right now. Healing emotions wasn’t exactly something she did often. With a soft giggle she lit a fire which sparked every hue of amber, red, gold and yellow one could imagine and danced as if fueled by the spirit of movement herself. Poor Alka. If only her heart didn’t pull her so towards this path she could remain unawares of the darkness which so desired her company and the creature waiting within who held such a curious bond with her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 4:33 pm
Alka stared up into those kind ruby eyes and suddenly felt close to tears. She fought them back as she listened to the Goddess, her body held still and waiting. A chill ran down her spine as she clung onto each word that was spoken; knowing that in this very moment she was at a crossroads. She did not feel so foolish now that she knew that there was indeed something within her that she was missing and instead Alka felt terribly troubled. It was necessary for her to make a choice and in the process she could be destroyed by it.
The female did not say a word until Lyf had finished and was moving towards the doorway; only then did she mutter a soft ‘thankyou’. Once she was alone Alka wrapped her arms around her body, staring unseeingly at the abandoned bowl of healing gel. It took a long minute before she roused herself enough to retrieve a glass bottle to pour the mixture into. She stoppered it and cleaned down the bench, keeping herself busy to stop from breaking out into uncontrollable shivering.
Alka left the room and began to wander the hallways. If only she could stay here forever and be content. But now that Lyf had given her chance to find that missing piece, she knew she couldn’t turn away from it. She had to know. A part of her was even excited by the prospect. It had been tearing her apart and now to be able to finally understand what it was she longed for; she needed it, no matter the cost.
Or did she? Could she just not continue on how things had been? Surely after a time the longing would ease. Perhaps she could even return to her cottage and the peace of the forest would be all she needed. Alka smiled softly. Oh she knew that wasn’t true. No, she needed to discover the truth.
In her wandering she entered the lobby, after one quick look around she left again, found a blanket and returned to gently drape it over Foxglove’s sleeping form. She gave him a fond smile, remembering him as just a small mischievous baby when she had first arrived. A thought suddenly struck her; the last words Lyf had spoken, the meaning of which had taken so long to sink in. Yet his longing for your presence is so strong. A blush appeared on her cheeks and her tails gave a surprised flicker. Who? Somebody her heart wanted to see again so very much.
She left Foxglove after gently brushing her fingers through his hair and slowly made her way down the long hall to Lyf’s room. Alka stood in the doorway; hand clasped before her and gave the Goddess a loving smile. “I must know. I must seek that lost piece.” There was a determination growing inside. Even if this was the beginning of her end, she needed to know the truth. No matter what the cost.
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