the music of the night ! [open]

[THANATOS !]

What a beautiful, beautiful night! Even Thanatos felt his spirit lift as the sun sunk below the fields, the velvety black spreading across the sky, the full face of the moon casting a pale light upon the tall undulating grasses of the fields. It was quite humid, seeing as it just rained a few hours earlier, making the air muggy and deliciously warm. Stars twinkled in the velvet sky, swathed across the darkness like millions of little lights, the moon's children. The green grass glowed silver in the stark light and swayed as if there was some noiseless symphony playing the sweetest of nocturnes. In a way, nature DID have its own little symphonic measure. Nightingales twittered, crickets chirped, the soft wind ruffled the foliage, and the fireflies lit up the dim blackness one little flash at a time. It's as if they were living stars. The night itself had an enchanting tone to it, magical and ethereal. Thanatos sat under one of the only trees in the field, his handsome face completely serene, his gray eyes light and glimmering with relaxation.

It was times like these, when he was completely alone, he could completely let go and just relax. No ghosts to pester him, no...other wolves to deal with. Just him and the darkness, complete solitude. How he loved it! His tail flickered as the warm wind ruffled his gray toned fur, making him inhale deeply with pleasure. Nothing could mess this up, NOTHING. Except for...oh, dammit. Thanatos's face fell, his blackening eyes narrowing in the direction of the shimmering spirit just a few feet away from him. What the hell did she want now? It was the same friggin' spirit that had kept following him for days upon days. If she would have been alive, Thanatos believed that he might have fallen in love with her. He could see her beauty through her ghostly pallor. The sadness in her eyes made his heart break, made even worse by the fact that he could do nothing to help her. In a way, he DID love her. He couldn't help it. She needed him, and in a way, he needed her. She needed him in the way that she was lonely, forever wandering the earth. He needed her in the exact same way. He was lonely, not that he would admit it. Ever since he lost his sister so long ago, a deep loneliness was instilled in him, as if he lost a part of himself.

The ghost, even though he didn't know her name, filled that void. Sort of. It was a shame she was...well, dead. Nevertheless, he looked past her state of being and loved her anyway. Yes, it was incredibly stupid, and Thanatos was certainly not dim in any sense of the word. But, he couldn't help it. The ghost was terribly pretty and the fact that she relied on him made him even more drawn to her. Oh, man, this was so terribly stupid. The ghostly femme was visible to him, her body in full form in front of him, translucent and ridiculously beautiful. She smiled a small smile at him, her head tilting to the side in childish curiosity.

"Thanatos. Fancy meeting you here, hm?" Her voice was as twinkling as the stars, her pretty little face brightening in the moonlight. Thanatos couldn't help but smile at her, although he was a little annoyed that she disrupted his peace. The wraith laughed softly, adding to the music of the night. Thanatos felt himself smile even wider at the sound of her gossamer tones. Why, why, why did she have to be dead? Thanatos dipped his head to her and got to his paws, a mocking tone in his voice.

"Ah, yes. You have your way of finding me wherever I go." He laughed, shaking his slim head. Yes, it was true.. No matter where he went, she always found him without fail.

"What's your name?" He asked suddenly, stepping closer to him. The female threw her head back in a laugh, the smoky tendrils around her legs swirling around her pretty face. Her translucent body came closer to him, making his fur bristle with chills and happiness. It was so strange, a ghost had never came closer to him as she did now. It was scary, frightening, exhilarating.

"Aimilae, sir." She said sweetly, before swinging her head around to the moon. "Beautiful night, isn't it?"

Thanatos heaved a sighed, padding to Aimilae's side. He stared up at the moon with her, stealing occasional glances at her flickering figure. He was so stupid for loving her. So stupid. All good things came to an end, he knew that. He just didn't want them to end any time soon.

ooc: anyone may join! and yes, he is in love with his ghost stalker. weird boy.

[Ƨatƴr.]

S A T Y R !!

Lovely little Nixie had been so afraid of the dark, nothing like her shadowy sister, and it had taken a lot of persuasion for her to follow him out into the starlight what seemed like so many years ago. Midnight had taken her parents, killed them under a moon just as full as this one, hanging overhead like an ornament in the sky. It had been cooler, around late autumn, so the insects and birds had not lifted such a beautiful cadence into the late night air. She said it was so dark that she couldn't even see their bodies in the dusk.

But he had taken her under a crescent moon the following summer, where the stars were bright in the sky, and had howled with her at the heavens, their songs rising on eerie wings like nocturne eagles. They tumbled together in the meadow, collapsing at the bottom of a slope, laughing and heating up the night air. Maybe that was the night he had asked her to be his mate. Maybe.

Presently Satyr strode through the gorgeous fields, paws hitting the grass softly and stirring the life of the area. A pair of crickets crisscrossed his path, and a firefly landed on his green pelt, which was touched to eerie silver by the slanted moonlight. He shook his coat out and watched the insect blink in front of his nose, where he nudged it out of the air and continued to pad along. He wondered how many blades of grass were here, and how long and deep their roots stretched. Did the roots of the beautiful tree far out ahead of him feel the trembling of the grass through its own roots, tangled under the earth? Every vibration rang through the molecules of the air, connecting all life, touching every living cell and atom.

He arched his head with elegance that seemed contradictory to his unkempt, almost disproportional appearance, his goat horns slicing the air as he stretched and rolled his massive shoulders. His mind was unusually clear tonight, clear enough for someone to believe the words that poured from his sly lips. The insanity that ate away at his brain like a cancer had faded under the power of the lunar orb and the multitude of stars. In this way, he smiled delicately at all the fond memories that that these late hours brought, but his olive eyes were dark with recognition of the sins he had committed before the dawn came.

The green loner was closer to the tree now, and as he picked up his stilt-like legs and crossed the grass, a voice drifted over to his ears. He could smell, even through the humid air, that it was a male wolf from that forest pack territory. Their names did not mean much to him. His old packs had functioned without a name, at least as far as he remembered. He shook his head to clear it again. But, as he could only smell the singular wolf, he wondered if he was just talking to himself. Maybe it didn't matter. He came closer to the grey-shaded wolf, and stood just at the edge of where the tree's branches spread, a reasonable enough distance.

"I apologize if I'm interrupting anything," Satyr said softly. He remained standing as he looked up at the huge moon wistfully. Some wolves freaked out if they looked over and saw him, unaware of his presence, so he found it best to speak first. He closed his eyes for a moment and flattened his ears against his head as he breathed in the moist night air. "Been a while since I was out walking under a moon like this," he mused, mostly to himself. If the stranger did not respond, he would leave it at that, but some liked the conversation. "My girl used to be frightened of full moons, as if they were some evil eye. It's amazing how something can be such a beautiful phenomenon to some, and such an omen to another."

[D I S C O T E K A]

D I S C O T E K A`

I make the beat go boom. Boom. Boom

♫ Utterly disgusted. She had a new pack member that was vain just as the rest of the pack was. She hated it, and personally sick of how every potential Flyana pack thought they were beautiful. Then when she would say that they were vain, they said it was pride. Pride and vain were very much different, and obviously did not understand the concept. She was angry. Every damned Flyanta had the same damned thought. She was tired of it. So, she decided to leave the territory for a day. Get away from the vain bitches. Calm down, Discoteka. She was getting ahead of herself again. She wanted to get away, so she had to think. Maybe she could meet some other pack members, from Goranzo or Tytanus. No, not Tytanus. Too strong and really difficult to deal with. She wouldn't mind meeting Goranzo. They were intelligent wolves. Their conversations and depth of understanding was incredible. At times, she was jealous. She had to deal with wolves that were way to vain and placed way too much pride in themselves.

♫ Soon, she found herself in the fields of the neutral lands. She smiled. It was such a beautiful place that she could took it all in, on one breath. She spotted two brutes conversing with each other. She blinked and took in the sight. The one brute had a sky and ebony pelt. The other brute, oddly had a green pelt. It was something she had never seen before. A brute with a green pelt. It was a lovely green along that line as well. She inhaled deeply, and propelled herself forward toward the pair. When she was in reasonable distance of them, she stopped and sat down. "Hello," she purred. Her voice came out like ice and sounded seductive. Why the hell had she done that? She wasn't in the mood to be flirtatious. Well, it was too late the iciness had already flown from her mouth into beautiful lyrics to lust. Damn it. It was almost like a impulse that she couldn't control. She caught the moon out of the corner of her eye, and was immediately drawn to it. It was a pale ivory color that brightened the sky with such luminosity; it made her want to cry. Beauty was something that couldn't be put into words, at least, that's how she viewed it.

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[kreios]

. K R E I O S .

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:: I'm gonna hop in too if you all don't mind. If this is too many just say so and I'll pop right back out ::


Slung low, belly skimming the moistened ground, the wolf crept forward ever so slightly. The last of the surviving water droplets, safe among the blades of grass that had shaded them from the sun, were plucked from their home clinging now instead, to the soft, creamy fur of the wolf's underbelly. The night had fallen several hours ago and the moon now took it's place in the sky, blazing nearly as brightly as the sun had. Regardless, the darkness was no challenge for any wolf, they had impeccable vision. Still, for other creatures, for example, the tiny field mouse hopping about 10 feet or so in front of the pursuing wolf, the darkness brought a perceived cover, some protection from their pursuers. The miniature ball of fur has no idea that a much larger ball of fur, fully equip with a set of much larger, sharper teeth had taken an interest in his nightly foraging and had now been following him silently for about 15 minutes.

The wolf had an interest in the intricacies of life. He liked to watch the little things go by. This diminutive rodent for example, to any other wolf it was brown, at best, brown mixed with a little black. But this wolf, this wolf knew that on it's throat was a small patch of white fur and both it's ears actually only had a very thin covering of fur and the creatures black skin showed through much more easily. It obviously preferred fresh grains to older ones as well because although there was a plethora of grains scattering the ground, thanks to that rainfall, the creature chose to pull down stalks of grass and eat the pods right off of the plant. It was times like these that he started to get attached to his meals. It was an unusual trait for a wolf. Not to say that wolves in general were simply blood lusted killers eating everything in their path, he had just never come across another wolf that had ever made any mention of the thought. Even still, it was the way of the world. One dies, another lives. One dies, another lives. The thought rang through the chocolate colored wolf's mind, so much so that his dinner plans put a little distance between the two. It had to happen.

With a blink the wolf snapped his thoughts back to the task at hand. Surviving. In silence he crept forward. Only a few feet now. The tiny animals jaws moved in rapid succession grinding up his own dinner. One dies, another lives. Another foot forward. The mouse's ears twitched but he continued chewing. The wolf's legs coiled behind him, lowering to the ground in anticipation of a spring. Another second. The mouse shifted, turning it's attention to another seed laden plant. The wolf sprang forward. There were only a few feet between them and the mouse only had time to change directions. It was all in vain though. The wolf had stalked him for long enough, he had gotten close enough, and now, finally, he stood, a creamy body rising from the darkness of the ground, almost shining in the bright moonlight. In his jaws, the limp body of a tiny field mouse, and the end of at least one line of field mouse genetics. With a deep breath of the sweet spring air, the wolf lowered his hind legs to the ground, letting his tail flop out behind him. It was dinner time. He had thought, while he was stalking, he had heard some voices a little ways off but had dismissed it. Now, it was more obvious. Still, he would remain here and enjoy his dinner. He never had been one for much conversation..

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