And So The Gods Will Speak. (Enigma)

Title: And So The Gods Will Speak.
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Calypsis - March 26, 2008 07:57 PM (GMT)

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The great Akari Mountains. It had been a long time since the multi-colored form of Calypsis had graced the mountain range. The journey was a hard one. There were all sorts of steep slopes, sharp drop offs, and in general difficult terrain, but Calypsis always felt that the mountains had a sort of special aura. She was accustomed to listening to and picking up the energy from everything around her but here, on the mountains it seemed to seep from the earth. It seemed that with every step she took, she could feel the energy, the lives of every plant, animal, and mineral around her, hemorrhage into her very core. It was truly an extraordinary thing to be a part of, this massive exchange of natural electricity. 
The trip certainly took a tole on the thin form of the wolf. She wasn't completely out of shape, but she most certainly wasn't the most athletic of wolves. Calypsis's calling was knowledge, not strength. Her spirit guide, the tiny chipmunk Aison, was, as always, wide-eyed and alert. He was at his usual perch between the brightly colored ears of his wolf charge. The tiny creature would never be able to make this journey alone, or if he could, it would take months. His tiny legs would never be able to cross the ground that the long, lean legs of a wolf could easily put behind them. He was quiet for now. They both were. This wasn't a speaking time. Out of the corner of her eye, Calypsis confirmed what her nose had already told her. A small, fluffy brown rabbit darted away from the predator. It was no matter. Even though her stomach could easily have handled the food, Calypsis, if only out of sheer principle, would never kill on these mountains. Plenty of others did, it wasn't really a tradition, it was just Calypsis. This was a place that was for the gods. 

All around the wolf, green was the dominant color, a brilliant emerald, shining green. There was an uncountable number of streams and springs here in the higher elevations of the mountains and so the vast majority of the ground was covered in a thick, soft carpet of moss. Beautiful as it was, that was one of the things that made the journey all the more difficult. The wolf was in no hurry though, she wasn't on her way to anywhere, she would stop when the earth so called her to do so. All around her, trees sprung up and there were wild herbs and shrubs and berries everywhere. And then there was a whisper in her ear. Do you feel it? It is here. I can tell. You should stop. This certainly wasn't a bad spot to stop. To the wolf's left, the trees opened wide and off of a cliff spilled a fantastic waterfall. The waters cascaded down spraying a fine mist as the hit the water below. The waterfall wasn't tall, maybe 50 feet, but it was nothing short of spectacular. 

The waters emptied into a wide, shallow pool before cascading down a series of miniature rapids, mere inches high, and into one of the many mountain streams. Calypsis headed the advice of her guardian and changed her course. Her paws danced along the minuscule shoreline, mingling with the sand and rocks for a moment. There was definitely something in the air. The silence was all around them, but a chorus of forest noises sprang up to the pair's ears. Calypsis waded slowly into the cool waters of the pond. The water whisked around her fur, the currents and ripples tugging gently at the fur on her legs. It felt as if she was immersing herself in a pool of liquid energy. Everything from the forest was soaking into the water around her as she moved farther and farther into the pool. The water was still shallow, only half way up her sides, but it lapped gently at her fur. She was near enough to the waterfall now that the mist was catching on the fur of her face and creating little droplets on the ends of her fur. The wolf was completely intoxicated with the life all around her and was completely oblivious to all the things that were going on outside of her tiny world. It was the rush of the supernatural...
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Gypsay - March 27, 2008 09:40 PM (GMT)

[dohtml]<blockquote><blockquote>Calypsis could call it age as to why the little silk fox did not pause to pay attention to the spirits of the mountain. Who needed those, she was here and now, and nothing but the creatures alive and well deserved her attention. Besides, she was in a hurry, a hurry to climb up those mountains just to say she could. Besides there was probably some cool caves or interesting dips and drops that she could explore. Even though she was uncaring though toward the spirit of the mountain, she couldn’t but feel her own breathe being taken away by the beauty as she stopped numerous times to stare in complete awe at the spring mountain side. Perhaps it were the gods that most claimed lived here trying to fix her tainted, uncaring, teenage soul. Gypsay Eve had been many places, and even thought she would not admit it, she really had been touched by certain areas. It was not necessarily her fault her ill feelings toward things that did not reward her, she was untrusting and wary of all those she met, it was just hwo she was raised. Btu her mother could have done a better job in the area of respect.
 

Turning her dying blue eyes from the bright pink petals of some flower, she turned to looked up the mountain side. She was also quick like Calypsis, darting too and fro enjoying her time and watching her footing. She was quick even if she was half blind, and unable to see some dark holes. Her nose and impeccable hearing helped her there for the most part. As she ventured farther and farther up, she tripped once or twice and slowed her pace as to not tumble to her death. Gypsay was not afraid of heights, and perhaps it was because she couldn’t’ quite make-out just how high she was. Perhaps then she would be more afraid. Her nose paused once again to investigate a rabbit trail, and feeling her stomach roll over hungrily, she began to drip at the mouth. But, along with the young rabbits scent, eth teenaged vibrant gold fox with eth black socks caught another scent. Two actually, one of a wolf, female and sweet smelling, and the second from a wood creature, a chipmunk or squirrel, but they were so close she wondered if the wolf had eaten it. Turning her elegantly set and beautiful head down to the stony ground she sniffed deeply. Well, she did not smell blood, so perhaps the wolf had not eaten the chipmunk….but they were so close, the smells, it was odd. Squinting her horrible light blue eyes, the trickster lifted her elegant head again and began to trot toward the wolves smell. Along with not being afraid of heights, she was rarely afraid of other animals. Life wasn’t worth being afraid all the time.

 

Gypsay was quite a sight. Having been affected by the virus at a young age, her coat had lost all red color and instead turned a vibrant gold color. It was quite mystifying, and her eyes were so strange for a fox, not a normal black or dark brown, but a bright blue that was beautiful and haunting all at the same time. She was a very beautiful creature, if not incredibly sassy. And so, the leggy beautiful fox slunk along, following the wolves scent to a water smell. The noises of the waterfall entered her ears and she was instantly filled with joy. She loved water, which was odd for a fox, most supposed. She hated fire or rain or snow, but sitting water, oh it thrilled her bones. Rushing to the lake side she stared as hard as she could around the large pool. Oh, even if she did not respect the mountain gods, she could respect beauty. Taking in the waters sweet scent she momentarily ignored the multi colored wolfess (she was easy to spot, thank goodness) and rushed to a large pile of rocks that were pool side. climbing with agility and ease (but slipping once or twice from excitement) the young energetic golden fox stood with her tail and head high ready for her dive. Fair wolfess of bright rainbow colors, do not be alarmed. I am just going to take a dip, on this side of the lake and with that, she smiled a beautiful smile and dove head first into the lake water. Oh, it was refreshing after her long trek, and fun too. Swimming along she paddled slowly around, her own shorter legs unable to reach the bottom of the lake floor. Surfacing, the Fox gasped for air and sniffed deeply, unable to see with bad eyesight and water in her eyes now. </blockquote></blockquote>[/dohtml]

Calypsis - March 31, 2008 05:16 PM (GMT)

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Calypsis's eyes slipped closed. The small creature on her back was not particularly fond of water, if only because his small size made him prone to drowning in any depth, and so, had quietly positioned himself between the ears of his charge, the highest point on her body. He was still. The mist soaked his tiny body, but he could feel everything Calypsis felt, if not more. The lady wolf was a shaman by trade, but she was still young. Her teacher had been a highly respected wolf, renowned for her herbal remedies and her spiritual knowledge. Calypsis had learned her secrets, but there was only so much that could be taught, the rest had to be felt, learned, done. The wolf was always learning. Aison, the tiny chipmunk was always at her side guiding her towards the spirits. She was so thankful for him. 
Listen Calypsis. They will speak. There are many spirits here. They live in the earth. This is their home and they will tell you its stories. You must respect it. They will teach you her secrets but you must use them responsibly. If we only take, we will end up like the humans. They did not respect the earth, only tried to own it. You cannot own the earth wolf, it is a being and you can own no other being. The chipmunk spoke quietly in her ear. His eyes had closed as well. Both were immersed. They were waiting, listening for the whispers that would slowly emerge from the sound of the forest. But inevitably, the trace was broken. It was not the words that did so. Neither creature had, truthfully, even heard or seen the other creature approach them. 
But both wolf and chipmunk were jolted out of their thoughts by a loud splash. The spray did not reach the two standing in the center of the pond, but the ripples brushed at the sides of the wolf. Calypsis's ears shot forward, her head snapping around to catch sight of whatever had caused this noise. Seconds later, the golden head of a canine relative broke the now ripply surface of the lake. A fox. Calypsis wasn't used to seeing them. It seemed that most were scared of their larger cousins, the wolves. Rightfully so though, some wolves, in desperate times, would eat foxes if they could catch nothing else. Such was not the case with Calypsis though. Either way, this tiny creature didn't seem the least bit afraid of the wolf as she paddled around the pond. Be kind Calypsis... 
Aison trailed off at the end and Calypsis replied with her eyes still fixed on the swimming creature.
"I will be Aison. She looks young. She didn't know. Who can fault her for that?" The wolf took her paws from her spot, breaking the last link to the spirits she was hoping to learn from today. Perhaps another time. She took up a slow trot, closing the small distance between the wolf and her fox sister. She lowered her head, craning it forward and sniffing the air cautiously."What is your name little one? Where did you come from?"
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