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[Eclipse]

ta-da.

It was going to be different this time. Different. Way.. Different. She could change things right? It had been her fault last time, her own stupid fault. If she actually tired, she could succeed, right? Right. That had to be true, she couldn't take another day, nay, moment living such a monotonous life.

Slender limbs bringing her lithe short frame across the rocky surfaces, the patches of grass atop the cliffs few and far between. Her pads cried out for a rest from the rough terrain. She had chosen the "harder" path for a reason. Warriors where what were expected in this day in age. She was far from tolerant of any forms of pain, any forms of torture, any discomfort. She was used to having things easy for her, and she knew this was going to have to change. Even if it was such a trivial thing, as working a little harder to get to the top of a cliff, it was a start, wasn't it? At least in her mind it was.

Elliptical chasms swerving about, her entire lithe frame acting as if she was moved by the direction her gaze was set. Slender limbs churning under the bulk of her body, as she stealthily picked her way up the cliff, aiming her multi-toned body towards the edge. She wasn't about to pul some fool move like flinging herself over, into the depths, oh no. She was just out, set her mind upon seeing over the edge, seeing out and beyond the waves.

Young body, poised against a foreground of rocks and grass, and contrasted by the background of startling blue sky. Only a handful of gray-white clouds interrupted the mass of blue this day. As her black, brown and other earthly hued body came to a stop at long last, her slender neck arched higher, snout thrown up into the breeze, chasms sliding closed. Oh yes, this time it would be different

[Elistra]

|OOC| ... + Lift your voice + ...

... + I want to hear you sing + ... |IC|

The tension of the past was stirring again in Elistra’s mind. Everyday as she walked along the shores of Silmordus beaches, she would cast her gaze to Evalik; the island country where she knows their current King, Rogue War was most likely waiting for a chance to attack Silmordus. It had been going on for years, centuries, traced down to generations of centuries before her own birth. She was but one figure in the legend of Silmordus, but she would attempt to make a difference and be not one figure, but a legend of the legend itself. Flicking her angular ears forwards, the beautiful, young three year old Queen of Silmordus was taking her daily walk along the Navance Cliffs. The ocean wind was blowing in her direction, buffeting her pelt and making her usually sleek looking frame fluff out to almost twice its side. She was already big, especially for a female, standing at two feet five inches high from shoulder to where her feet were planted firmly on the ground. Elistra was a warrior female, and everyone that saw that, new that about her. The Queen of Silmordus could play the stakes of the Evalik King quite equally.

Grimly, the silver white female altered her body and twined her way expertly up one of the cliffs. Slender, long limbs took everything in stride with ease, her body in shape and used to such hikes. Turning her ocean blue eyes, ringed with emerald and flecked with amber-hazel to the sky, the she-wolf, a Lumoraun believer, was wishing that the moon goddess would come out soon to play. Elistra was Luna’s favorite child, the two playing with one another in the dead of night. Elistra got her wisdom, her beauty, her radiance and all the secrets she knew from Luna. She owed the Moon Goddess more than she could account for. With a longing look she sighed and knew night would not come for a few more hours. It did not matter, she would continue to explore Silmordus and see if any of her fellow wolves were around. It had been awhile since she had seen another wolf in Silmordus. The Kingdom’s had all seemed to be wiped clear of inhabitants after the huge wars that took place, but wolves were reappearing once more and soon all the kingdoms would be well-populated. She only wondered if that would mean war was in the distance for them all.

Coming to the top, Elistra paused and flexed her limbs. Her eyes looked out over the ocean calmly, knowingly, and within those hazel flecks of her multicolored eyes lay many secrets that only she knew. Stifling a yawn, the Queen turned to proceed on her path but was stopped by the appearance of another wolf, a young timber wolf about her own age and much smaller in stature. She was also almost the complete opposite in color of Elistra who was silver white being black. Elistra flicked an ear forwards for a moment and studied the Silmordus merchant before she quietly made her way towards her. ”Bonjour.” She called out in a thick French accent, the name given to the accent that Silmordus wolves spoke with. Elistra drew up to stand besides the smaller she-wolf, her eyes focused on her with no emotion on her facial expression except for one, appropriate sign of curiosity in who this was. So, Elistra had been correct, wolves were once again returning to fill up the one depleted kingdoms. The days were coming and with bright eyes, Elistra was witnessing history being made, and recorded for future generations.

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[Wyvern]

[On and on the world goes on] Wyvern needs better quotes. Hover for translations or ask Wyvern to speak english Icly [There's no point on dwelling on] A long sigh escaped the lying male's jaws. How long had he slepted? It seemed to have been ages. After a long and slow hike up and around the beach and overhanging cliffs, he had stretched out on the long lush spring grass to watch and listen to the steady pounding of the waves below. Like his namesake- a type of dragon- Wyvern adored wide open spaces that brought him close to the sky. At the outskirts of Silmordus where he had spent much of his life, clearings such as this were rare. As a matter of fact, he had never seen the ocean or touched its salty waters before until he actually entered the great packlands of Silmordus. Anyways, lying there with the powerful gusts of wind whistling sharply, Wyvern had been lulled into a deep sleep. His chestnut eyes peeked out from under his eyelids relunctantly. The sky was still bright so he hadn't dozed off for too long. Wyvern's pulled his eggshell coloured limbs under him, considering standing up and find something else to take up all this free time he had. A pleasant change from the jumpy life of a rogue. Wyvern's dark pink tongue slipped out as he pulled his forepaws closer for a thorough cleaning. Was it wrong for a guy to try and keep himself cleansed? He didn't think so. Hygene was important and it served as a very calming habit as well. Once Wyvern was content with the parts he could reach without flexing his body he yawned widely. "Je dois trouver quelque chose à faire, mais quoi?" his hushed lyrics smoothly played its way out into the open. French had always been the language that left his lips, not because he did not able to do so with anglais, its just that french was the tongue he grew up with. It was his father's and his mother's mother tongue as well. It was one of the few pieces he still had of them, of his mother, bless her soul. French the language of lovers, he had loved that title given to the words that escaped his mouth everytime he opened them as a puppy. And even now he still does. Wyvern grumbled when he lifted his weight from the ground where a clean imprint lay. A chortle echoed in his throat, then he cast his gaze away and down the length of the ledge. The two toned male squinted his already narrow eyes to make out the shapes of a dark canine, and perhaps an ivory one. "Playmates pour Wyvern?" a jeer spread across his muzzle like a contagious plague. Muscle wrapped appendages stretched, first the front than the rear before his hind paws kicked off and sent him towards the two figures at a light jog. His dark orbs twinkled with joy when he was close enough to detect the feminin scents that were thrusted into his face by the wind. "Bonjour, bonjour, bonjour, mes amies!" His track had shifted so it left the dangerous fall farter away so he stopped behind the two. His stanced replayed the message that he was still only in midstride when with a flick of his banner he lowered his lifted paw to plant it firmly in the soil. "Hé. Désolés. Je me corrige." He no longer had his wry little sneer but a charming grin. "Vous êtes mes belles amies," He gave the two females a quick wink, flaunting his 'charming' side without fail. The point that one of the she-wolves was the reine had not been interpreted yet, which might explain his flirtatious behavior, though not necessarily excuse him. "Je m'excuse, vous devez penser: qui est cet étrange mais élégant loup?" Wyvern cerntainly had no modesty. His own silky pelt held the combined colours of the two femmes. A creamy white and the tarnished charcoal tones. Also the coming of spring had led him to shed his winter coat, exposing brighter patches of brown on his limbs. "Je m'appelle Wyvern Perçu," he dipped his cranium to the ground, "À vos service." Being a fluent speaker of french, his words were vivid and light, with warmth envelloping each softened syllable. (If you can tell the diference think of Quebec french and not Paris/France) With his neck still arched towards the terre, he tipped his snout up so that he could make eye contact with the others. "Peux-je avoir les noms de les demoiselles devant moi?" [Those long gone] "The dragon speaks" The dragon moves. The dragon ponders. "The dragon hears.".

[Elistra]

|ooc: LOL. While I understood everything your wolf said, it'd be best to not use actual French seeing the majority of the people won't understand you. Write in English and insert French every so often, easy words to decipher. That okay? O.o|

[Wyvern]

Ooc| well I found a coding that allows me to show the translation when you hover your mouse over the words, even if not exactly how Wyvern says it because some stuff can't translate nor sound very well in english as much as french. If that's okay with you Impy.

And for important stuff, Wyvern will speak in english because he thinks lowly of... many and to him english is a lowly language compared to french.

[Elistra]

|ooc: LOL that's not what I really meant. I meant, your wolf really IS speaking French but in the post write it in English for the other roleplayer's to understand. Does that make any sense? O.o. It's like pretend. Every wolf in Silmordus speaks French, but in order to understand the roleplayers write English but the fellow roleplayers know that IC that charrie is really speaking French.|