Blindly searching

[Magenta]

The sun was slowly rising over the water's edge and the soft padding of a wolf was in the same rhythem as the waves pounding onto the sandy beach. Her snow white fur dazeled as the sun hit it and the yellow-golden rings were shining magnifiganly as the sun rais fell upon them. Her breathing was steady as she raced across the long shoreline, searchinbg around as she went, she'd lost someone of great importance to her, yet had no idea where to look and now was simply one of the times she went off an her random runs.

Her blue eyes where bolting around infront of her, looking from one place to another, and everytime she went up a hill she imagined seeing her mothers face on the other side, then one could see the dissappointment in her stride when she saw nothing, but she kept going, never stopping, never resting, not untill later would she go back to her packs lands, and be safe once more, but she never let the thought go into her mind that there might be dangers out here, just other wolves, most of which she knew, or wished, would help her in her search.
One might think she was rather nieve to think this, but it was all she knew, it just didn't make sence to fight, to fear, and she never once expected that someone would attack her for no reason.

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[Sentinel Cyreus]

A r c h m a g e & S p e l l c a s t e r

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The two were playing in the air. Spellcaster with his quick, white and red wings, Archmage with her dragonish ones. Black and white and red fur darted everywhere across the beach, using telepathy to note each others whereabouts and actions. Archmage saw her minion brother come into sight and so she faked a crash. She was hungry, and Spellcaster always let her drink a little bit if she pretended to be hurt. Her plan worked. As always. Archmage could read Spellcaster like an open book.
“What happened?” Spellcaster’s voice broke his way into her calming mind and she jumped slightly. “Huge eagle, came outta nowhere and dashed me”. Spellcaster frowned sluggishly. “Are you hurt, doll?” Archmage grinned inwardly. “Slightly, Spell. Slightly. I can’t move my wing. I think I broke it” Archmage’s voice was girly and whiny, not overpowering as always. Spell grinned and gladly offered his neck to the vampire. Archmage searched for the vein before slowly biting into his neck. He fell slightly, crumpled. But as soon as it started Archmage was finished. She struggled up and began helping Spellcaster up. The two began loping along the beach with litter strewed everywhere. White, black, white, red, red, white.
The two reached the places where no human could ever manage, but winged wolves could manage it no problem. Spellcaster growled and looked around to make sure the coast was clear, just to check. He would never forgive himself if his lady Archmage walked into a dangerous infested place. Archmage’s beautiful white paws touched the ground and she walked- no, sauntered- like she was floating down to where the other wolf was standing. Spellcaster flew ahead and landed in a flurry of black and white feathers, landed in front of the young guardian. Even this little tyke could not imagine what Spellcaster and Archmage’s ages were, or what they had been through.
Archmage chuckled at Spellcaster’s defensive pose and growled at him to step down. He did so, ever so gladly. “Hrmph. What have we here? A guardian who isn’t even a smidge to us” Archmage said, in the coldest tone you would’ve thought possible. Raising a paw Archmage tried to knock the wolf down as if she was a stone. Spellcaster was instantly there to guard his love if anything happen.
“Archmage, why bother with her?” Spellcaster inquired, not even caring about the girl who was in front. He was tempted; to show his mistress that he would take risks. But no point. Archmage sneered as he danced around the tiny thing, her bear-eagle form making huge shadows in the sand. “Because I am thirsty still, and Guardian blood is sweet” She cackled and withdrew into the coming mist, and Spellcaster did the same, only to reappear right in front of her. Two very different entities. Spellcaster would be insulted if he was considered a different mind to Archmage’s.
“Arch, love, seriously, we could to better things” He whispered to her. Archmage smiled. She had always wanted a pup but Spellcaster was always careful to avoid that happening. She growled slightly and shook her head. “No Spell. I have always wanted to drink a guardian’s blood and that is what I will do. Foolish pet. Honestly. Two against one. Very fair, isn’t it?” Archmage snickered and moved into action, with Spellcaster right behind, lest the guardian wolf attack.

And if your heart stops beating

I'll be here wondering
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[Magenta]

Dawn stopped as she heard the wolf fling overhead, then smiled at the wolf standing in front of her, then as the other wolf, obviously the one in charge swung her paw, Dawn made little attempt to dodge, only lowering her head to avoid the paw completely. "Thirsty huh, well, you'll need to go inland, you can't drink sea water." dawn said, looking out to the ocean, she knew they weren't paying much attention to her, so she did the same. Her snow white fur blew as the wind shifted and picked up speed, her attention was laying far from here, in the strange aimless thoughts of a child, such thoughts as, why, every time at the shore, when a wave hits ground, does the wind blow that much stronger, then fade until the next wave, are the wind and air the same, do they work together, or is it mere coincidence?

She was snapped back to reality when she heard the female wolf speeck once more. "Sweet, huh, i would have never guessed." Dawn said, looking to the wolf referred to as Arch. "and tell me, if you've always wanted to try it, then how do you know what it tastes like?" she asked, snickering a bit afterwards. She heard the wolf say something about two on one being fair, and that made no sence to her, especialy in this case, she was the smallest here, she didn't need size, and it never crossed her mind before that size might help you, well, only in making others fear you, and there as that word again, fear, that emotion had no use, no reason for being, all it caused was conflict, so why did people still choose to feel it, unles one couldn't decide, fear could save you, but only from something worth fearing, like those strange two legged beings she'd seen, but those she didn't fear, she simply found them strange and cept her distance, no, Dawn knew not the meaning of the word fear, thus the only reason why she felt reason to reject it, to say it had no meaning, to believe that it didn't truly exist.

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