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Flight [Phantom] Oct 7, 2017 11:34:36 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 11:34:36 GMT -6

Only a sliver of moon hung in the sky above her head. It curved, skewed like a crooked nail against an expanse of imperfect black. Stars flickered like diamonds for as far as Muse could see, reminding her of how the sound of rain makes as it hits leaves. Stars looked like that sound; bright and pure, but fleeting. She had paused only to catch her breath and let the ach dull from the pads of her paws. The sand beneath her was cold without the sun’s warmth to take in, and the dunes were dark with lack of moonlight. Her soft, cream-colored was camouflage against the landscape; it was the perfect night to slip across the sand unseen, to flee her captors in Kairos.

Her heterochromic gaze flashed in the dark as she ran, granting her the sight she needed to traverse the unfamiliar landscape. It was quiet enough that no colors were obstructing her focus. There was only the steady intake of breath in her lungs and blood roaring in her skull. Everything within her moved with a steady beat, throbbing in time with her loping gait, as if her body were a clock ticking down to the moment she would be free.

He must be close now. The thought fluttered in her mind like a trapped bird. She had to believe that Phantom was here in this desert. If he wasn’t… Muse shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment as the worry shivered through her. I can’t think like that. I need to keep moving forward.

It was Castalia who had told the cream-colored femme there was an Ananke wolf here, a wolf who was looking for the female with the dual-colored gaze. When Casi had told her, she knew who it was almost immediately. The two-toned brute from the sinkhole back home—the Eye of Fenris it was called. She remembered his quiet kindness, the way he had shown interest in her despite her strangely colored eyes… and she remembered his color. His voice had been like molten metal, the same exact silver of his eyes. She had never met a wolf who’s voice was the same color as their eyes, and she had yet to meet a wolf like that since.

And he’s looking for me. That alone fueled Muse as she darted across Kairos territory. She was desperate for freedom, desperate for relief, desperate to meet the brute who had searched so long for a female he had only met once.

The border came without warning. The scent of the pack here was strong, a clear warning to trespassers. And me, Muse thought with alarm. But then she was over the scent markers and entering a desolate land where steam permeated the air and choked her with fumes. She looked around, lost and confused, panicked that a Kairos wolf would follow her out into the geysers.

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tags: @phantom
muse: good
notes: I hope it’s alright that I’m getting this up now! I’m using liquid time to have this thread set after Muse’s thread with Castalia.

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Flight [Phantom] Nov 2, 2017 1:56:14 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 1:56:14 GMT -6

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Anxiety was useless. There was nothing left for him to do except wait, and so that was what he would do, but the restlessness sent jitters up and down his body. Anxiety was useless, he knew this, but he felt it regardless. His exterior was as cool as ever, but his mind raced with fears and troubles, each one worse than the last one he’d banished. Every muscle in his body was taught and uncomfortable, desperate to be put to use, but they couldn’t be. It was the powerlessness that was sending him loopy; he’d always had full control over his own life, but now it was not his own life that he thought about.

Phantom was a selfish brute, deep down. He’d spent so long alone that caring about others was taking some getting used to. He cared about his whole pack, and he imagined he would have done the same if any of them had been kidnapped by Kairos, but there was some that held a special place in his heart. Nimue was one of them – the leader had believed in him when nobody else had, she’d given him a purpose and a place in her pack. She trusted him enough to put him in charge of her warriors, and for that he would never be able to thank her enough.

His warriors, the ones he knew at least, were also important to him. Even those who irked him, he was responsible for them and thus he cared for them. He knew he could not command an army who didn’t trust him, just as he knew he couldn’t command an army of wolves he didn’t care for. It would be wrong to do so otherwise; he needed to value their lives in order to know the weight of putting them at risk.

Of course, Muse also held a special place in his heart. The she-wolf had barely spoken to him, but he’d felt her absence stronger than most. There was something so very special about her, he could not put his finger on it, but he’d be damned before he left her condemned to a life of slavery. In truth, he’d hoped that she’d joined Kairos willingly, and that she would be happy there, because the alternative was too horrifying to face. It wasn’t that Kairos were Ananke’s allies that vexed him, it was the fact that they were willing to strip the fellow wolves of their freedom and force them into a life they did not want. He could not stomach the fact that this happened to anyone, let alone Muse.

After his run in with the brute and the girl, Phantom had taken to pacing across R’imdar. It was close enough to the ocean that he would come across Muse if she crossed by sea, but also central to the rest of Kairos’ borders in case she crossed anywhere else. That was, if she were crossing at all. That relied on the pale female knowing Muse, knowing that he was referring to her, and having the perception to tell her that he was waiting for her. He supposed it would also require Muse to make it past Kairos’ patrols, but he had faith that if she were desperate enough, she would make it.

And she proved him right.

Her scent was a beacon, and when it lit up, he turned toward it with an exhalation of breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding in. Phantom set off immediately, jogging in the direction of her smell, his heart hammering against his chest but his mind forcing him to stay level-headed.

The night was dark and deep, but so were his depths, and so he’d always been comfortable when the sun set, perhaps even more so than when it was high in the sky. Above him, the moon hung suspended in a slim crescent, gleaming as silver as his eyes. The cracked earth that surrounded him was as pale as her fur, and, he imagined, just as warm. He imagined her in his mind, her bright eyes full of life, and his pace quickened.

It felt wrong to head toward the border, but he needed to find her as soon as he could. She appeared sooner than he could have hoped, just a speck between two geysers in the vast landscape, but a speck nonetheless. He wanted to call out to her, to howl with relief, but they both needed to remain quiet until they were well clear of Kairos – their lives would depend on it.

Phantom’s blood roared in his ears, every hair on his back raised, as the two finally met in the middle.

He swallowed the anxiety down, inspecting her quickly for any signs of physical injury. She looked tired and frail, and the light in her eyes seemed dimmed, but other than that, and of course and mental deterioration, she looked okay. He let a frown worry its way onto his brow, his skin tingling with relief and adrenaline. “Muse,” he breathed, his gaze quickly flickering behind her to make sure her captors were not giving chase, before it returned to her heterochromatic eyes. “You made it,” he noted formally. “Are you okay?”

The words came out more rushed than he’d hoped, eager for them both to be on their way, and because he was not entirely sure how their reunion would play out. What she expected of him, Phantom hadn’t a clue, but he wanted her safely out of harm’s way before they spoke in depth.

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Tags: @muse
Notes: aaahhh finally

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Flight [Phantom] Nov 6, 2017 10:40:01 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 10:40:01 GMT -6

The moonlight was not enough to guide her, not exactly. Instead, she let instinct rule her body and fuel her limps in a swift lope as she fled the border. The night was uneasily quiet, and the scope of what she was doing seemed amplified in her mind. The only thing that made noise in the flat landscape was the hiss of the geysers. A plume of steam and water shot upwards to her left, and she felt her body jolt out of rhythm as she startled. The phenomenon was ghostly in the dark, and much too loud in the usual stillness of the dark. Her duel gaze swept over the horizon, flashing yellow as they granted her the ability to see despite the lack of light.

It was hitting her now, the scope of what she had done. She had come from a pack that was an ally of Kairos, but that had not stopped the brutes that took her from treating her as if she had no choice over her own life. It did not matter who had stripped her freedom, only that her time within their ranks had changed her, maybe even hardened her. Now, she was going to take control of her life, and return to Ananke where she belonged. Or, she thought, perhaps I will keep walking until I reach somewhere new, and start again.

It was a thought, but a fleeting one at best. She didn’t want to be on the run. There was nothing the cream-colored femme wanted more than to return home, to Ananke, where she belonged. It was the only place she had been able to call home once her parents died. And now, with Phantom possibly waiting to find her and guide her back, the scent of home was practically there—a ghostly memory of scent in her nose.

She closed her eyes for a moment and slowed, passing through two geysers—each one steaming only a few steps away from her flanks. The phantom Ananke scent was still there in her mind. Actually… it was growing stronger as she padded forward.

Her eyes—one a vivid seafoam, the other a bold orange—opened as a brute trotted towards her. He was still indistinguishable, the dark and the distance too much for Muse to make him out clearly, but it was his smell that had permeated her senses. Phantom…? It had been well over a year since she last met the brute with two faces, but as she quickened forward and his form became more solid on the horizon, there was no mistaking it. Phantom was here.

She knew it was silly, but tears pricked her eyes as they came together. It was a mixture of pure relief, exhaustion, and joy that rose in her chest, pushing against her heart and causing the wetness to leak from each corner of her heterchromic eyes. His pelt, split in one half of silver and white, the other of a dark ebony, was just as she remembered him.

Quietly, her name fell from his lips—the name that he had once called beautiful. And it was the same molten silver color she remembered. Thick as honey and sharp as the color of his irises, the color of his voice enveloped her. It was all she could do to stand before him and not let the emotions of their reunion distract her. After everything that had raged within her the past few months, the reality of her escape had her sensitive and vulnerable to emotion. Luckily, Phantom was formal enough, and his simple words grounded her. ”You made it. Are you okay?”

”Yes,” she breathed, keeping her voice at a hush. The relief was making her tired limbs weak already, but she knew there was still danger. They were barely out of Kairos territory, and the cream-colored femme had a suspicion that a certain brute would go looking for her once he discovered she had fled. ”Phantom, let’s hurry. Please, I’m… frightened.” It was true—Muse could hear her blood thumping in her ears as her heart pumped furiously. They could talk as they moved, and she could learn how he came to find her. How the brute with the voice flecked with stardust had come to care about her.

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tags: @phantom
muse: EXCELLENT
notes: Finally together <3

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Flight [Phantom] Dec 17, 2017 15:07:00 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2017 15:07:00 GMT -6

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The emotion that tore apart his insides threatened to break onto the surface of his face, but he held it, ruthlessly, below the waters. Each second that it remained there it grew more frantic and breathless, but it would remain there until they were free of this place. In Muse’s bright eyes he saw the same feelings spill forth, and he wished he could find a way to comfort her. In his youth it had been his job to care for pups, and he’d been damned good at it. The amount of shed tears he’d wiped away were countless, but though he searched desperately inside himself for that same ability, he came away empty-handed. Time had changed him severely – too severely.

The brute’s silver eyes darted about behind her as she responded to him in a rushed whisper, each moment that they were in the open another moment longer for them to be caught. His limbs itched desperately, wishing he could teleport them to the safety of Aveline in a moment, but their journey would take long days. When they arrived back, he expected Nimue to have something to say to him, though what exactly, he wasn’t sure. Their leader could hardly fault him for rescuing a member of the pack, but no leader wanted any more tension between themselves and their allies. Kairos was a fearsome foe, and when they decided they wanted something, he expected that they simply took it while everyone sat around, idle and struck dumb – but no longer. He refused to play that part, not for any ally. The entirety of Kairos would have to go through him before they took another soul he knew captive.

“Of course,” he assented with a nod, his gaze returning abruptly to hers. The fear in them was palpable, and it damned near broke his heart, but he turned from her without another word and began their eastward journey at as fast a pace as his weary legs could carry him, expecting that she would follow suit. Phantom’s body was still in good shape, but it wasn’t what it had once been, and the months of exhaustion threatened to break him now, at this crucial stage. It would have been impossible had Muse not been at his side to fuel his haste.

The pair continued in almost complete silence save for their hurried breaths, and it wasn’t until they were well into North Ignier that Phantom spoke once again. Thus far, he could see no evidence of their being followed, though he’d kept to the southernmost borders of the lands to be sure. Ina’mos loomed far in the north, as sure and as inescapable as the sky above it. “You will be home and safe soon enough, Muse,” he commented, his pace slowly ever so slightly so that he could speak without losing his breath. “Aveline has missed you I’m sure.” His heart beat heavily against his chest as he spoke, and after a short pause, he found it incredibly arduous to force out the next words, and he struggled against both wind and reason to utter them. “As have I.”

The theatrics should be saved for when they were home, he knew that, but if he held them down any longer he was sure he would choke on them.

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Tags: @muse
Notes: rip

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Flight [Phantom] Jan 15, 2018 18:24:11 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 18:24:11 GMT -6

As the stars twinkled overhead, the brute with the duel-colored pelt and the femme with the duel-colored eyes were reunited. Phantom’s right side almost glowed in the darkness, each silvery white strand of his pelt illuminated in the light of the crescent moon. Muse stayed close to this side of him as they moved like ghosts over the sand. Fear kept her quiet and focused, even as her mind struggled to grasp the reality that had descended upon her. She was finally, truly leaving Kairos. They were already retreating from the pack’s territory, their maws pointed to a distant Ananke. It fueled Muse’s limbs as she kept a steady pace with her partner. Beside her, Phantom’s labored breath came in bright, opaque silver bursts around the edges of her vision—the sound was a variation of his usual molten color. She could see he was tired. Perhaps they should rest when they were far enough from Ale’ina.

Gradually, the landscape morphed from the dry, cracked geysers of R’imdar to the gentle, sprawling grass of North Igneir. As her paws flashed over the soft blades growing over the old ruin of cooled lava, Muse felt immediate relief wash over her. Being in North Igneir meant they were just one more territory closer to home. That single word—home—had gone undefined for so much of Muse’s life, she had hardly realized it had gained solid meaning. Home was less of a place, then the wolves she chose to run with of her own free will. Her heterochromic eyes looked sideways, to where Phantom moved alongside her in silence, and she sighed in relief.

This. This was coming home.

When Phantom spoke, she slowed to match his pace, the slight adjustment coming naturally to her, as if she had fled beside him a thousand times before. “Aveline has missed you I’m sure,”
he said to her. His voice bloomed, silver as molten metal at the outskirts of her eyesight. “As have I.” His words nearly made her stumble. The low branches of a sapling brushed against her side as she looked at him, but she ignored it. He had missed her. In all the time she had been gone—through her trials on the Southern Isles, to her entrapment in the desert, Phantom had thought of her. For a moment, she felt guilty for not having him on her mind… but she had never forgotten him. How could see forget the brute with the voice the same color as his eyes?

”Phantom…” Her throat suddenly contracted, the words trapped in their cell of flesh and bone. She could only manage one stupid, underwhelming sentence. ”You came for me. I was gone for so long, and you came for me.” She slowed even more, pausing as her legs began to tremble. She shook her head, embarrassed at the twin pricks of tears that were welling in her eyes. Her left eye spilled over, the glistening path cutting its way down her cheek. ”I never forgot about you,” she breathed. The emotion swelling in her chest breached, and she let the tears fall as she stood looking at the brute who rescued her.

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tags: @phantom
muse: decent
notes: I loved your post and I’m sorry that mine is borderline garbage *waaaaaa*