Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Feb 22, 2010 9:11:31 GMT -5
((this is a roleplay based on me and Chloe's old roleplays with our wolves, Chlo and Marco. (and there were many other wolves as well, lolz.) Chlo, if you feel like posting, please do so. ^^ Btw, I think this post turned out AWESOME XDD OH! and it is meant to be read slowly. Just lettin ya know. XD Take your time reading it, mmk? XD))
Tip Tap. Shuffle.
Pit Pat. Tip tap.
Silence. Darkness.
Shuffle. Tap.
"Where is she?"
A whistling breeze.
"She is not here. Not yet."
Tip tap. Tip tap.
Tap.
"It's so dark here."
Shuffle.
"It doesn't have to be."
A cool wind.
"When will the sun shine?"
"When you ask it to."
"But..."
Distant rustling.
"I'm afraid."
"Afraid? Of what?"
Tip tap.
"Of what I will see."
Silence.
"Can't you help me?"
"I can not."
"Then why are you here?"
A whiff of flowers.
"I brought you here."
"And where am I?"
"Where ever you wish to be."
A long pause.
"Home?"
"If that is what you make of it."
Gentle breathing.
"Then home."
"Ah. Good choice. But what is home?"
"What I make of it?"
"Indeed."
Trickling water.
"An island."
"Go on."
"With flowers. And water. With grass as lush as a lion's mane."
"Go on."
"And light."
Flash.
Light.
"So this is it?"
"Home."
"It's missing something."
"She will be here. But not yet."
Distant laughter.
"My friends?"
"Waiting for you."
Silence.
"Thank you."
Silence.
A gentle breeze.
"Yes. This is home."
The rested wolf awoke from his long slumber. He stood and shook the morning's golden dew from his silver pelt, gazing out across the ocean's calming peeks. The sugar sand fell from his cream underbelly, and his paws marvelled in their tiny dunes.
"Home." He repeated out loud, his voice soft and charming. He took his first few steps. They were light and soft, nearly gliding across the sparking sand. He rose his maw and inhaled all the new scents. Flowers, coconuts, the occasional hare. His ears twitched at the sound of whistling song birds and rustling leaves. In the back ground, a temple stood, ruined from age and covered with vines like a widow's web.
And he smiled.
Near the temple, a familiar figure stood, and the wolf was drawn to it. His strides long, his legs powerful as he bounded up to the front of the temple, and approached the smiling wolfess. Her coat was beautiful, white, with an array of greens and creams. Soft brown markings on her paws, and gleaming blue eyes, like the sea. She was the essence of the island.
"Long time no see, Marco Oceanstar." She spoke, her voice dreamy and happy. The silver wolf grinned back at her. "No kidding, Tropica." He looked her over with a sense of discovery and enlightenment. "You've changed." The wolfess smiled, nodding at his compliment. "We have all changed Marco." She whispered. "On the outside, but on the inside as well."
Marco tilted his head in confusion. "I don't feel any different." Tropica smiled. "Oh no? Not even a bit?" Marco glanced down, contemplating. "Well... perhaps..." He pondered for a word, then finally looked back up at his old friend. "Happier." Tropica smiled and nodded. "Happier indeed." She replied.
"This island here..." She glanced around, then locked her gaze back on Marco. "Is yours." Marco tilted his head once more. "Mine?" Tropica smiled and nodded. "Without the kindness in your heart, none of this would be here. None of us... would be here." "Us?" Marco repeated, confused.
As if on cue, the sound of shuffling through sand and tip tapping claws on temple stone surrounded him. Other wolves of all sizes, shapes, and colors.
"Marco." The first wolf stepped up. He was a built wolf, muscular and tall. His fur was also a silver, his eyes a deep blue, and his tail tipped with the same chestnut brown that spotted Marco.
"Father." Marco's eyes lit up as he ran to the other wolf. "You are here too?" The large wolf, named Dimiscus nodded and smiled. "Where we were before, I was not kind to you. I apologize for it here." Marco shook his head, tears gleaming in his eyes as he burried his head in his father's fur. "I only wanted you to be my father." He cried happily. "Now you are, and nothing could make me happier." Dimiscus reached a paw around his son's back. "I am. And will always be."
"Don't forget me." A second wolfess, as white as pure snow, lightly spotted brown like a snowshoe hare stepped up, her long, elegant tail flowing behind her. He emerald eyes reflected Marco's happiness as he turned to look at her. "Mother."
He ran to her also, weeping with tears of joy. "My last memories of you were when you weened me as a pup... but I will never forget the love you shared for me." He whispered. The wolfess, Sharene, smiled, lick kissing her son. "I passed too quickly my son, but my love for you will never pass."
It was all so much like a dream, a happy, wonderful dream... But it was real. He could smell them, feel them, hear them. Home was the word he used to describe it best, but heaven came as a close alternative.
Marco's head rose from his mother's soft fur at the sound of chuckling behind him. He turned, and his eyes met two happily familar faces. "Karin. Kale." The two smiled and nodded. Both stepped up together. Karin, a most beautiful wolfess, fur as black as night with bright red swirling marks, tipped in silver, with gold gleaming eyes and pinkish nose was the first Marco saught to embrace.
He then turned his attention to the other wolf, whose pelt was equally black, his eyes equally golden. A feather fell from his large ears. "Kale." He smiled at the wolf, who smiled back at him with a silly grin. "Who else?" He asked, as his body was replaced by a tiny black kitten, who rubbed its side against Marco's leg. Marco laughed. "You havn't changed too much, I see."
The kitten returned to Karin's side, and swelled back up to its normal, wolf self. Marco frowned a bit, looking at the two. "What about your mates?" He asked them both. "And your pups?" He asked Karin. The two smiled. "They will come, but not yet. Just as your mate is not ready to leave her place. But she will. Soon." Marco smiled at the idea of finally seeing his love in come time.
"I had only known you two for a short time." He told Karin and Kale. "But I had considered you both great friends." Kale smiled and nodded. "We know. That is why we are here." He glanced around at the island, his eyes lighting up. "Amazing... with all my knowledge of death and love... I never imagined something like this."
Tropica finally spoke up. "This is his creation, Kale." She informed the wolf. "His love for all of us is what brought us here." Marco turned to Tropica and smiled. "All though I have to think that you had some part in it." He told her, recalling her abilities. She grinned and shrugged. "Maybe." Was all she replied.
Marco turned around. Now face to face with him, was somebody he frowned to see there. "Oh no... you too Spader?" The wolf shoved Marco away from him slightly with a shrugg. "Don't feel sorry for me! Feel happy for me!" He said, laughing. His black fur and bright blue tail and paws contrasted greatly against the soft white sand. "Because of you, I can once again be with all my friends and family."
"And Orca?" Marco asked. Spader shrugged. "With her mate, and all her pups." He smiled. "She still has plenty of time to spend with them before coming here." He laughed. "Oh! I'd like you to meet some of my family." Spader said, and Marco agreed. It was weird seeing him without his water boots and helmet-collar on... but it was a good weird.
"This is my best friend, Vo." Spader said as a brown wolf stepped up, his back and tail an even brighter blue than Spader's markings. Vo's fur was wild, but handsome, and Marco noticed Tropica staring at him with fascination, and chuckled. Vo gave Marco a big smile. "Thanks for allowing us to be here. Believe it or not, Spader and Orca weren't the only ones to survive when our pack was destroyed. I survived too. Although... eh... one accident with a giant boulder and... well, that doesn't matter. Its good to see Spader again." Marco nodded, agreeing completly.
Marco noticed a few other wolves behind Spader, all an assortment of browns, blacks, reds and greys, but all having similar bright blue markings, and Marco realized that that must have been a trait passed on from being one of their pack, their family.
He even saw a pup, which made him once more frown. "She's mine." Vo spoke up. "Which is probably why I am so grateful to you." He told Marco, looking back to his young cub. "I would have never have been able to see her without this place... she passed before she was born." Marco looked back and forth between Vo and the pup. They looked almost exactly the same, now that he looked.
"She hasn't stopped asking when her mommy will be here though." Vo said with a smile. "I can't teach her how to be patient." Marco laughed. Though looking at the pup made him a little sad that he wasn't there long enough to look his own pups in the face. Tropica came up behind him, giving him a friendly pat with her tail.
"You probably think this is heaven Marco... but its not." She smiled. "Its a second chance. For all of us. A new world." Marco cocked his head, more confused by this than anything. "Its... not heaven?" Tropica laughed and shook her head. "There is no heaven for us. When we die, we become memories, which bounce around the earth. Some of us take places in nature... the trees, the grass, the flowers... so that we can be with the ones we love. But there is no heaven for us."
Marco glanced down at the sand beneath his paws. Tropica decided to explain a little further. "With your love, and devotion towards all of us, and towards your mate... you have created a pack that can not be touched. A world with one wolf pack, one family. A second earth, Marco. This is not an after life. This is ANOTHER life. One you created so that we may live without the hassles of other packs, or evil souls. And that is why it is happier here. There is no hate, no evil. Through the trees, the plants, the water, the very ground... there is only love."
And then Marco understood. Looking around at all the wolves there; his parents, Tropica, Spader, Karin, Kale, and all of Spader's friends and family... these were all wolves that he cared deeply about. As an alpha wolf, Marco always wished that he could protect his pack, and now he had. He guarenteed them a safe place, where they could love each other without worries.
"Just one more thing to do." Tropica told Marco, who turned wth a raised brow. "Like what?" He asked, and Tropica laughed. "A name. This place needs a name." Marco agreed, and after much consideration, he finally picked out the perfect name. "Chlo's Island. Because without her, none of this would exist."
The others nodded happily in agreement with his desicion. Tropica gave Marco a freidnly lick kiss. "If you were not such a great friend, I would have wished I had known you were this lovely earlier." She laughed, then retieted into the temple, the den, with the others, leaving Marco alone to do as he wished.
Marco padded over to the edge of the island, looking out across the magnificent sea. HIS sea. He sat down in the sand, the water rushing all around him, and he smiled. "All this, Chlo." He spoke into the wind. "I did for you. Please, take your time, but do not keep me from waiting too long, ok?" He said, chuckling. "I have so much to show you. So much time to make up." He smiled, his tail curling around his soaked paws.
"I'll wait as long as it takes, my love."
Pit Pat. Tip tap.
Silence. Darkness.
Shuffle. Tap.
"Where is she?"
A whistling breeze.
"She is not here. Not yet."
Tip tap. Tip tap.
Tap.
"It's so dark here."
Shuffle.
"It doesn't have to be."
A cool wind.
"When will the sun shine?"
"When you ask it to."
"But..."
Distant rustling.
"I'm afraid."
"Afraid? Of what?"
Tip tap.
"Of what I will see."
Silence.
"Can't you help me?"
"I can not."
"Then why are you here?"
A whiff of flowers.
"I brought you here."
"And where am I?"
"Where ever you wish to be."
A long pause.
"Home?"
"If that is what you make of it."
Gentle breathing.
"Then home."
"Ah. Good choice. But what is home?"
"What I make of it?"
"Indeed."
Trickling water.
"An island."
"Go on."
"With flowers. And water. With grass as lush as a lion's mane."
"Go on."
"And light."
Flash.
Light.
"So this is it?"
"Home."
"It's missing something."
"She will be here. But not yet."
Distant laughter.
"My friends?"
"Waiting for you."
Silence.
"Thank you."
Silence.
A gentle breeze.
"Yes. This is home."
The rested wolf awoke from his long slumber. He stood and shook the morning's golden dew from his silver pelt, gazing out across the ocean's calming peeks. The sugar sand fell from his cream underbelly, and his paws marvelled in their tiny dunes.
"Home." He repeated out loud, his voice soft and charming. He took his first few steps. They were light and soft, nearly gliding across the sparking sand. He rose his maw and inhaled all the new scents. Flowers, coconuts, the occasional hare. His ears twitched at the sound of whistling song birds and rustling leaves. In the back ground, a temple stood, ruined from age and covered with vines like a widow's web.
And he smiled.
Near the temple, a familiar figure stood, and the wolf was drawn to it. His strides long, his legs powerful as he bounded up to the front of the temple, and approached the smiling wolfess. Her coat was beautiful, white, with an array of greens and creams. Soft brown markings on her paws, and gleaming blue eyes, like the sea. She was the essence of the island.
"Long time no see, Marco Oceanstar." She spoke, her voice dreamy and happy. The silver wolf grinned back at her. "No kidding, Tropica." He looked her over with a sense of discovery and enlightenment. "You've changed." The wolfess smiled, nodding at his compliment. "We have all changed Marco." She whispered. "On the outside, but on the inside as well."
Marco tilted his head in confusion. "I don't feel any different." Tropica smiled. "Oh no? Not even a bit?" Marco glanced down, contemplating. "Well... perhaps..." He pondered for a word, then finally looked back up at his old friend. "Happier." Tropica smiled and nodded. "Happier indeed." She replied.
"This island here..." She glanced around, then locked her gaze back on Marco. "Is yours." Marco tilted his head once more. "Mine?" Tropica smiled and nodded. "Without the kindness in your heart, none of this would be here. None of us... would be here." "Us?" Marco repeated, confused.
As if on cue, the sound of shuffling through sand and tip tapping claws on temple stone surrounded him. Other wolves of all sizes, shapes, and colors.
"Marco." The first wolf stepped up. He was a built wolf, muscular and tall. His fur was also a silver, his eyes a deep blue, and his tail tipped with the same chestnut brown that spotted Marco.
"Father." Marco's eyes lit up as he ran to the other wolf. "You are here too?" The large wolf, named Dimiscus nodded and smiled. "Where we were before, I was not kind to you. I apologize for it here." Marco shook his head, tears gleaming in his eyes as he burried his head in his father's fur. "I only wanted you to be my father." He cried happily. "Now you are, and nothing could make me happier." Dimiscus reached a paw around his son's back. "I am. And will always be."
"Don't forget me." A second wolfess, as white as pure snow, lightly spotted brown like a snowshoe hare stepped up, her long, elegant tail flowing behind her. He emerald eyes reflected Marco's happiness as he turned to look at her. "Mother."
He ran to her also, weeping with tears of joy. "My last memories of you were when you weened me as a pup... but I will never forget the love you shared for me." He whispered. The wolfess, Sharene, smiled, lick kissing her son. "I passed too quickly my son, but my love for you will never pass."
It was all so much like a dream, a happy, wonderful dream... But it was real. He could smell them, feel them, hear them. Home was the word he used to describe it best, but heaven came as a close alternative.
Marco's head rose from his mother's soft fur at the sound of chuckling behind him. He turned, and his eyes met two happily familar faces. "Karin. Kale." The two smiled and nodded. Both stepped up together. Karin, a most beautiful wolfess, fur as black as night with bright red swirling marks, tipped in silver, with gold gleaming eyes and pinkish nose was the first Marco saught to embrace.
He then turned his attention to the other wolf, whose pelt was equally black, his eyes equally golden. A feather fell from his large ears. "Kale." He smiled at the wolf, who smiled back at him with a silly grin. "Who else?" He asked, as his body was replaced by a tiny black kitten, who rubbed its side against Marco's leg. Marco laughed. "You havn't changed too much, I see."
The kitten returned to Karin's side, and swelled back up to its normal, wolf self. Marco frowned a bit, looking at the two. "What about your mates?" He asked them both. "And your pups?" He asked Karin. The two smiled. "They will come, but not yet. Just as your mate is not ready to leave her place. But she will. Soon." Marco smiled at the idea of finally seeing his love in come time.
"I had only known you two for a short time." He told Karin and Kale. "But I had considered you both great friends." Kale smiled and nodded. "We know. That is why we are here." He glanced around at the island, his eyes lighting up. "Amazing... with all my knowledge of death and love... I never imagined something like this."
Tropica finally spoke up. "This is his creation, Kale." She informed the wolf. "His love for all of us is what brought us here." Marco turned to Tropica and smiled. "All though I have to think that you had some part in it." He told her, recalling her abilities. She grinned and shrugged. "Maybe." Was all she replied.
Marco turned around. Now face to face with him, was somebody he frowned to see there. "Oh no... you too Spader?" The wolf shoved Marco away from him slightly with a shrugg. "Don't feel sorry for me! Feel happy for me!" He said, laughing. His black fur and bright blue tail and paws contrasted greatly against the soft white sand. "Because of you, I can once again be with all my friends and family."
"And Orca?" Marco asked. Spader shrugged. "With her mate, and all her pups." He smiled. "She still has plenty of time to spend with them before coming here." He laughed. "Oh! I'd like you to meet some of my family." Spader said, and Marco agreed. It was weird seeing him without his water boots and helmet-collar on... but it was a good weird.
"This is my best friend, Vo." Spader said as a brown wolf stepped up, his back and tail an even brighter blue than Spader's markings. Vo's fur was wild, but handsome, and Marco noticed Tropica staring at him with fascination, and chuckled. Vo gave Marco a big smile. "Thanks for allowing us to be here. Believe it or not, Spader and Orca weren't the only ones to survive when our pack was destroyed. I survived too. Although... eh... one accident with a giant boulder and... well, that doesn't matter. Its good to see Spader again." Marco nodded, agreeing completly.
Marco noticed a few other wolves behind Spader, all an assortment of browns, blacks, reds and greys, but all having similar bright blue markings, and Marco realized that that must have been a trait passed on from being one of their pack, their family.
He even saw a pup, which made him once more frown. "She's mine." Vo spoke up. "Which is probably why I am so grateful to you." He told Marco, looking back to his young cub. "I would have never have been able to see her without this place... she passed before she was born." Marco looked back and forth between Vo and the pup. They looked almost exactly the same, now that he looked.
"She hasn't stopped asking when her mommy will be here though." Vo said with a smile. "I can't teach her how to be patient." Marco laughed. Though looking at the pup made him a little sad that he wasn't there long enough to look his own pups in the face. Tropica came up behind him, giving him a friendly pat with her tail.
"You probably think this is heaven Marco... but its not." She smiled. "Its a second chance. For all of us. A new world." Marco cocked his head, more confused by this than anything. "Its... not heaven?" Tropica laughed and shook her head. "There is no heaven for us. When we die, we become memories, which bounce around the earth. Some of us take places in nature... the trees, the grass, the flowers... so that we can be with the ones we love. But there is no heaven for us."
Marco glanced down at the sand beneath his paws. Tropica decided to explain a little further. "With your love, and devotion towards all of us, and towards your mate... you have created a pack that can not be touched. A world with one wolf pack, one family. A second earth, Marco. This is not an after life. This is ANOTHER life. One you created so that we may live without the hassles of other packs, or evil souls. And that is why it is happier here. There is no hate, no evil. Through the trees, the plants, the water, the very ground... there is only love."
And then Marco understood. Looking around at all the wolves there; his parents, Tropica, Spader, Karin, Kale, and all of Spader's friends and family... these were all wolves that he cared deeply about. As an alpha wolf, Marco always wished that he could protect his pack, and now he had. He guarenteed them a safe place, where they could love each other without worries.
"Just one more thing to do." Tropica told Marco, who turned wth a raised brow. "Like what?" He asked, and Tropica laughed. "A name. This place needs a name." Marco agreed, and after much consideration, he finally picked out the perfect name. "Chlo's Island. Because without her, none of this would exist."
The others nodded happily in agreement with his desicion. Tropica gave Marco a freidnly lick kiss. "If you were not such a great friend, I would have wished I had known you were this lovely earlier." She laughed, then retieted into the temple, the den, with the others, leaving Marco alone to do as he wished.
Marco padded over to the edge of the island, looking out across the magnificent sea. HIS sea. He sat down in the sand, the water rushing all around him, and he smiled. "All this, Chlo." He spoke into the wind. "I did for you. Please, take your time, but do not keep me from waiting too long, ok?" He said, chuckling. "I have so much to show you. So much time to make up." He smiled, his tail curling around his soaked paws.
"I'll wait as long as it takes, my love."
