Introspective.xx (CEN GASP)

[Creamiie]

The rain streams down in long ribbons, sleeking down, drenching me in warm, springtime wet. Ordinary weather, soaking an ordinary wolf. I mean that in all irony- the most ordinary thing about me is the obvious oddity of wings. Soft, cream, red-tipped feathers that blend with my soft, cream, red-tipped pelt. The red tip being a singularity on my tail, of course. Peltwise. Blue eyes, a pretty enough if unexceptional looking fae- except for those wings.
How wrong you would be to take things at face-value.

One I was merely what I seemed- bitter at the world, twisted, flying wolf with a pretty face. Got into trouble, got changed. Was as coldly, brilliantly beautiful as a crystal-encased flame, unchanging as...more unchanging than anything, my internal fury and bitterness revealed as an unlikely exhibition of manifesting powers of pyrokinesis.

Grimacing over the cliffedge, I hunch my shoulders, feeling a strange ache inside. I was accustomed- used to be accustomed- to thirst. Hideous, burning thirst. Biting an immortal had changed me, most strangely. I retained much of my powers, my flames were as volatile as ever but....I looked as of old. I bled. I breathed- though I still did not need to do so. I was an strange, lonely hybrid, lost and unsure. Azrael had since vanished, leaving me without anchor, adrift in a sea of confusion. I had found myself without need to drink -blood that is. I could now eat wolf food, with a wolf appetite. But this ache was slowly, slowly gathering, crawling up my throat...beginning. I feared it. I was oh, so afraid of becoming worse than even before. I'd enough on my conscience. I don't even know what I am!

I growled, but it was a weak, pitiable, thin thing of misery. It seemed like I was rumbling my own sorry name, gifting the very word with self-pity, fear and fury.
"L'Ailee."

[Centeris2]

"I know your name already." The voice came from the distance, shrouded by the rain until the gray female stepped closer and could be distinguished as Shamira. Her grumpy face and swollen belly was a give away should L'Ailee's memory be faulty, but a vampire with a feeble mind wouldn't last long. Shamira had gone through a similar change, though due to the pregnancy and not the supernatural. Ignoring the fact that the pups inside her womb where supernatural of course. Both females had been able to eat something resembling a normal wolf's diet. However, this seemed to be ending for both. Shamira was eventually going to give birth, though when it would be is unknown, perhaps it also needed a nudge from Disdemona, and L'Ailee seemed to be reverting back to her normal vampiric self. Normal used very loosely.

Shamira gave a huff for a laugh, marveling at their positions. It seemed that most of their pack had vanished, AshEye and Tacitus had disappeared along with Whisper, LePhay, and Ilyphon. The loss of her brother was what hit Shamira the hardest, not that he was dead just... missing. He could have at least said good bye. But knowing AshEye, chances are he was swept up in her momentous energy and had followed her across the world.
"Heh, an oddity among oddities, you and I. Of course, they all seem to be missing." The female had stopped by this point, sitting a bit uncomfortably with the intention of speaking or at least being with another.

"Have you seen any of them?"

[Creamiie]

And ear flicked back a second before the voice came. My instincts were sharp as ever, even if my mental health was verging on a shaky edge. Even mad I'd probably survive. What was the damn point of it all?
I turned my head, wondering who was idiot enough to approach- but I wasn't like the others. So likely whatever instinctual nudge wolves got to avoid them no longer applied to me. Did it?
The answer wasn't forthcoming as the speaker was the one of the few I knew that were just as -or more, but current self-pity forbade the thought- screwed up as I was.
I watched Shamira approach, appreciating her ill-humour more than I would anywolf stupid enough to come near wreathed in smiles and happiness. "And I yours. Though I take your point."

I don't bother to smile- baring my fangs would come off as a threat any way I tried just now. The continuing shower flattens my fur to my body and reveals me as thinner than I ought to be. Shamira looks thin too- apart from that huge belly, which I swear by the seasons ought to gone by now. She sits and I look at her for a moment before extending a wing so the feathers brush her shoulders gently. The small gesture is all I can do to apologise for not seeking any of the out. If I had known she wasn't with the others...
Well, I don't know. I might've done something. Then again, I might not've.
"Just the oddities aren't we then. Without them." I sighed, my thoughts sloping down again as they touch to Azrael. That rat-b*stard. Where'd he go? "I haven't seen any of them for a very long time."
I turn my head away again, stare into the grey of the world unfolding below the cliff. "How long have you been alone?"

[Centeris2]

The touch of the wing was a simple gesture, but contact was welcome. Shamira might not have been the most affectionate wolf, but touch is able to convey a great deal in place of speech and trying to form feelings into words. So the brush was received well though there was little outward indication of it. But L'Ailee would understand that no doubt. It was good to be with others who understood. Or just others at all. How long had she been alone? She had no idea, time was such a strange thing to her, a bizarre concept she could not comphrend because there was nothing to mark the time, nothing different in her days to distingiush one from the next. Made time pass unbearably slow and within a blink.

"I do not know. I've lost track of the suns." That's right, there were two, it made for some interesting day situations where they are rising and setting at the same time, it was hard to get use to. And the moons added to the confusion, they all had their different orbits, some were full during the day and others came out at night. It was a complex system Shamira would no doubt end up analyzing as she sought something interesting to do in her days.

"I hope these pups are born soon, or whatever these gods forsaken kreatens are. At least it'll be a change, something interesting to do." A single mother, an immortal mother but a single one nonetheless. Would caring for them be difficult? Or would it be easy? Ugh, pups, those will be interesting all right, damn it Disdemona stop poking people. It causes problems for them when there is little activity, makes role playing boring because there aren't people around to complain to and be confused by a vampire popping out babies!

[Creamiie]

I gaze down the cliffside; watching rivulets of water undermine the stone and clay, sending a freed stone bouncing gaily down with a wet chinking sound. Shamira’s comment affords little more than a grunt of acknowledgement at the bizarreness of this world’s unfamiliar solar system. Glancing up idly, I catch the bigger sun flaring at midday, while the smaller one slid shyly away to dim that edge of the horizon.
It reminded me, not for the first time, that this was a strange and new place, even now. It also made me wonder- and this was for the first time- what had happened to The Blackbird. Perhaps the stupid –she had to censor her own thoughts- bugger had made it through- but she doubted it. Especially the second time. And he deserved everything he got.
Her second lot of words tumbled out with annoyance, touched bitter, and I twisted to look at her properly, frowning. “Perhaps there is something needed to be done first? It’s not normal, any of this, after all.”