Setting West

Aulë

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4 y/o medium Male
© Rare
W
est he had gone, drawn to the rhythm of the sky, a child of its expanse even though he had left its embrace behind for the love of another. Each night, Aulë basked in the low lights of distant stars, their brilliance but a fraction of what he had known, and yet, it comforted him. He loved the world, loved its many mysteries he was slowly getting to experience by his own will, but it was impossible to forget what laid beyond that horizon; vastness of darkness interrupted by the most wonderous of events. Worlds coming into being just as another fell, the cycles of life happening on a cosmic scale no one here on this particular rock could ever understand. It was strange, to witness the finite moments that existed here, so different from gazing from afar, seeing an entire planet end as little more than a single creature. It was this feeling that had driven him to forsake the stars, to fall; for to see so many lives as insignificant to the whole had startled him in a way he had realized until he dared to look closer. Now looking up between the cradling branches, he found the sensation odd, a dull ache in his chest missing what he had left behind, but, also appreciating the sheer scope, inside looking out, rather than within. 

It was a odd perception, to look up and see no darkness, only a great awning of blue expanse, pastel brushes of cloud and the sheer brightness of a lone star; the sun. The day and night cycle had taken time to get used to, finding himself turning to restful wakefulness in the day to await the return of the darkness. Sunset bled the sky an interesting shade of fire as his body unwound from its bed of moss, stretching each limb with delicate, clumsy movements. One set of toes, then another, pausing long enough to kick his tail out from its bussel at his thighs, pulled up where he had laid his head upon it.

The darkness of the east slowly rested out its fingers over the dome of the heavens as he stepped out from the hollowed log, a soft misty light outlining his small form as with each passing moment, his own nebula grew stronger. That too, had been another thing to get used to, seeing himself a mere flicker of his own illuminance. At first, he had panicked, thinking himself fading before he had a chance to even see the world. Aulë knew that the creatures that dwelt here in this land did not live as stars, but surely their vessels didn't perish so quickly? It was only with the falling of that first night, when an inner aura seemed to grow from within, that he settled. Now, he paid little heed to the slow transition from his more solid form to that of stardust, his tail growing into gleaming strands and light, cloud-like in texture, as he walked down the steep slopes, drawn to the sound of water ahead. He hadn't dared draw too close when he had first arrived, the sun well in its perch over the trees. Daytime was a time when most of the wolves here went about their routine he had soon discovered, and chose instead to keep to the dark. Their sounds still far too bright for ears that had begun to grow accustomed to a different sort of voice.
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Dhru'Vasha

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5 y/o large Female
Spirit, Female Bird of Paradise
© SilentSeeker
Dhru’Vasha Esther

 
Time's like this called to her. An unknown symphony to other's sung a tune of soft melodies to perked ears.

 Night.

A beautiful darkness. Canvas of blues blended perfectly with the skies black display only shown brighter when each star awoke. Arising to stand beside the moon in welcome. It was this that brought Dhru'Vasha to rise from her settlement 'mongst the river. The cliffs had been a perfect place to play. Free her mind of thoughts and replace them with a comfortable silence. The sun no longer holding a place above. Its reflection off the ocean's surface gone from sight. Leaving nothing but a glorious visual of calm waters. 

Nothing more left for Dhru to find reason to stay.

For that, she came here. Finding herself lapping at the cool waters and filling a thirst she didn't realize was there. A path of flowers from delicate paws leading to a bed of them created for the comforts of her own body. She slumbered here. Sleeping in a peaceful state of mind. The occasional twitch from Spirit as she fluffed her feathers. Clearly having a dream of taking flight. The sight made her giggle soundlessly. Followed by a sigh to push past sealed lips. 

Perfection did not do this area justice. 

As she stood, muscles loosening from the small amount of tenseness to the bones beneath, she stretched. One by one easing away the feeling. Without waking her familiar, Dhru closed the small distance between herself and the river. Drinking once more from the surface. 
"Speaking"

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Aulë

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4 y/o medium Male
© Rare
A
t the edge where the darkness of the wood gave way to the gleaming surface of crystal waters, Aulë appeared little more than a spirit born of moonlight, marbled by dust and light, that glow from within that thrived even in the waking dawn, when the sun above consumed his own presence. Neither wolf, nor star, but a mixture of the two, sharing in footsteps as he wandered across the expanse of the land he had chosen. It had taken getting used to, part of him mourning the loss of his sense of self; for what was a star who did not shine? Even now, a whimsical fantasy of painted illusions, he was a mere ghost of what he had once been. His choice was made, and while there was no regrets within him to make his heart wary, Aulë could not help the sickness of lonliness from setting in.

Lonely in the heavens, and lonely upon the earth, he had wandered without truly finding a place to settle. His soul felt as though it lived on a tether, broken, without anchor or purpose, left to drift until eventually, it came back down to earth once more. It seemed an odd way to live, yet, he found each day a lesson, each unveiling a new mystery he had not known had existed before. So often his attention had turned to the lives of wolves drawn beneath his light, that he often forgot to appreciate the land. To feel the wind in his fur, to feel the damp earth beneath his feet, the rain against his back; it was all new, sensations that left him trembling, an emotion he could not yet seem to fathom. 

Even now, as he came to step down before the edge of the lake, the great expanse a flattened mirror to cradle the moon, he found himself hesitant to step upon the sand, to touch his nose to its cold, cold surface. He remembered the dark there, in the waters embrace, and while he knew it did not move as though living, part of him still... feared it. That... was a wholly new reality. Peering down, the waters dark, he watched as the dim light set small, precious stones gleaming, before he reached down, his toes tucked demurely beneath his belly, kept warm as he drank deep. This too, was strange, his body shivering at the cold, feeling it pool, then blossom beneath his fur. Lifting his head, he sneezed, before pausing, breathing in an unfamiliar scent, permeating into the air. The sort of warm scent that only came to being from another living thing.
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Dhru'Vasha

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5 y/o large Female
Spirit, Female Bird of Paradise
© SilentSeeker
Dhru’Vasha Esther

No longer holding a need to drink, she fell away from the lake’s edge. Giving space. Her attention easily falling onto the skies above.

The night was her home. Despite the variety of colors, she’d been born to décor her coat, Dhru always wished to match the paint of darkness. Blacks. Blues. Purples. As a pup, it would anger her to look upon her fur. Having taken years to get accustomed to the light greens and bright blues. Her mother would try to make her see the beauty in it. Taking her to the nearest lake. Each time far different than the other.

A memory popped in. The visual so vivid it felt real. She could see the outline of her mother. Generations of colorations shown through the thickness of her fur. Deep sets of soft star white eyes gazing down at her. ’Dhru`Vasha… Never forsake that you are indeed beautiful. You are your mother’s child. With the gift of your father’s eyes. Look at yourself. Any male would be more then proud then to call you his mate. Do not forget that. `

She could not hold back the smile which grazed her lips once more. This time filled with a mourning sadness. Despite all that had happened between, Dhru loved her mother. And till this day it never changed.

As she sighed, inhaling back the need to cry, a scent caught her attention. Drawing her away from old memories to the reality of life. She was not alone. But, where were they?
"Speaking"

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