06-02-2018, 05:04 AM
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There's really just one thing that we have in common
NONE OF US WILL BE MISSED
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
NONE OF US WILL BE MISSED
Whisper played the roll of a child impeccably well. In all manners of speaking she was a child. In body, in mind. While other parts of herself were more refined, honed and dangerous. Whisper was a pup, a child shown the brutal face of the world and the corruptible just. Above all she was still a child. Still small and innocent, and it was just irony that when she finally manifested back into the physical plane it would be as a child. She was different from her origonal body though, canines longer than usual and wingless. Whisper had her wings since she was four moons old, she learned how to fly as a nobody, gliding over sand dunes until she was near soundless. Her adolescent filled with making it trackless. Her older years too busy ripping them out trying to get them back-- Whispers wings were a representation that she was free. A childish illusion that she clung to when she was despairing. Then again, it wasn't here that needed thoese wings anymore. In all essences Whisper was freer without them. She saw those pair of feathered limbs as what they were. Something necessary for someone else. She didn't need them anymore. Now, flightless, smaller. She had little defense against the loner lands as she faced through it, little ways to protect herself from the rouges that saw a small child as a snack. But it was fine- whisper may look like a kid but she wasn't was she? No.
Whisper had grown up in a very sandy area, where thin toed felines and birds could easily be swept off their feet, but here was where her form was different. Her fur was blacker, her eyes a clearer blue- four instead of two. Her feet were... claws. Still covered in fur, but less the pawed feet of canines and dragon feet, each toe extending into sharp hardened points with nerve endings. It made her feel more steady in her walking. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to swim- without the slight webbing in her orional's form. In her other's form. But then again- she would probably cross that bridge when she got there. There was no other real differance. The scars were the same. One just under her throat, three across her chest, various small ticks across each wrist joint, a gash on the back of the leg. They looked months old, but then again, whisper's form only looked months old itself. five, if she had to guess.
It made traveling harder, but whisper was commuted to it, to becoming something of a nomad for a while. Traveling until she found somewhere to settle. It made the treks longer to get anywhere substantial, settlements and civilizations. It also gave her more time to try and test her own bodies abilities, to familiarize herself with gravity and physical things with her own mind and how open it was, how large and expansive- how full how dangerous. Hushed echoes of insanity crept from every corner of her own mind. Safe places no longer open to her, but a voice. A voice and a body- she was free, and she wasn't alone. If she ever needed to she could run back to her mother. To someone who would understand her. She would have to admit- the mother-daughter relationship was a clever rouse. A good cover story, so far she hadn't had to explain anything mother brushing off inquiries with nerves, shushing the child that Whisper portrayed. It was suffocating and controlling, but Whisper and her mother worked well together. Shearing a mind tended to do that- they had the same thoughts. It was just slightly irritating when put into practice. Hence the reason she was so quick to leave home. Quick to run from her mother's influence.
It wasn't much running away as it was exploring. What? she was curious, she was still the bumbleing little pupy she seemed to be, but there was a determined lilt to her eyes. Through the rough edges of territories that were hostile, and now on the edges of a swamp of all things. She had a mentor once, a white wolf that was quick to smile, and yes- mother looked the part, but Argus wasn't Sorrowl. Sorrowl was a nomad, and whisper had always wondered the appeal to it. What was the point of moving so often? Settling down getting comfortable, only to move? She shook her head softly. Stopping along the edges of the border. Well, there was only really one way to see the appeal, was to live it. First stop: Tanglewood.
❝Hello?❞ Whsiper called out, not hearing anyone, but she could be wrong, there always could be someone around the corner, and she had a voice that carried when she wanted to. ❝My name's Whsiper! I came to join, this is the tanglewood, right?❞ Whsiper fell back into her excitable nature, letting the puppy everyone immediately saw be the first impression anyone would get of her. Just a go lucky puppy, right? In all manner of speaking, she was just a puppy anyway.
Whisper had grown up in a very sandy area, where thin toed felines and birds could easily be swept off their feet, but here was where her form was different. Her fur was blacker, her eyes a clearer blue- four instead of two. Her feet were... claws. Still covered in fur, but less the pawed feet of canines and dragon feet, each toe extending into sharp hardened points with nerve endings. It made her feel more steady in her walking. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to swim- without the slight webbing in her orional's form. In her other's form. But then again- she would probably cross that bridge when she got there. There was no other real differance. The scars were the same. One just under her throat, three across her chest, various small ticks across each wrist joint, a gash on the back of the leg. They looked months old, but then again, whisper's form only looked months old itself. five, if she had to guess.
It made traveling harder, but whisper was commuted to it, to becoming something of a nomad for a while. Traveling until she found somewhere to settle. It made the treks longer to get anywhere substantial, settlements and civilizations. It also gave her more time to try and test her own bodies abilities, to familiarize herself with gravity and physical things with her own mind and how open it was, how large and expansive- how full how dangerous. Hushed echoes of insanity crept from every corner of her own mind. Safe places no longer open to her, but a voice. A voice and a body- she was free, and she wasn't alone. If she ever needed to she could run back to her mother. To someone who would understand her. She would have to admit- the mother-daughter relationship was a clever rouse. A good cover story, so far she hadn't had to explain anything mother brushing off inquiries with nerves, shushing the child that Whisper portrayed. It was suffocating and controlling, but Whisper and her mother worked well together. Shearing a mind tended to do that- they had the same thoughts. It was just slightly irritating when put into practice. Hence the reason she was so quick to leave home. Quick to run from her mother's influence.
It wasn't much running away as it was exploring. What? she was curious, she was still the bumbleing little pupy she seemed to be, but there was a determined lilt to her eyes. Through the rough edges of territories that were hostile, and now on the edges of a swamp of all things. She had a mentor once, a white wolf that was quick to smile, and yes- mother looked the part, but Argus wasn't Sorrowl. Sorrowl was a nomad, and whisper had always wondered the appeal to it. What was the point of moving so often? Settling down getting comfortable, only to move? She shook her head softly. Stopping along the edges of the border. Well, there was only really one way to see the appeal, was to live it. First stop: Tanglewood.
❝Hello?❞ Whsiper called out, not hearing anyone, but she could be wrong, there always could be someone around the corner, and she had a voice that carried when she wanted to. ❝My name's Whsiper! I came to join, this is the tanglewood, right?❞ Whsiper fell back into her excitable nature, letting the puppy everyone immediately saw be the first impression anyone would get of her. Just a go lucky puppy, right? In all manner of speaking, she was just a puppy anyway.