<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Beyond the piers, perched upon a boulder sat a youthful appearence, features adourned with lavender and sea green. "Fur" was a pecular sea green, emitting a somewhat groomed appearence. Misty green optics were transfixxed, staring blankly at the murky wavepools puddled beneath her. Feathery lavender wings were tucked tight, wavy lavender hair shone green highlights in reflection. Trimmed green claws were retracted, mild fangs hidden from visibility. "Who'm I kinding?" tear held back, identical eyes flooding. "I'm a freak..." she knew by heart that she was alone, no friends to comfort her wrong deeds. Heart sank as vivid memories flashed through her mind. Her father, waving merrily, and her mother, smiling down at her. They, together as a family, were happy. But she'd never forget the night the accident occured; the bloodshed river. So many, many dragons alike her, sentenced to death because of an accident. No realitives to cry by her side, no other siblings to weep the pan with her... just them. The few she'd seen in her dreams. The ones from the other side-- the already deaceased. More tears filled her eyes; flinging a pebble into the shallow waters, she sat up, wiping away the salty drops.</span>
{*BladeWing walks over to so where that crying was coming from because he could not help him self from over hearing the females pain other here love ones that she lost he so he slow sites beside her in silence and softly asks*}......are you ok.......it looks like you could use a friend or just someone to talk to {*in his most caring and sincere voice he can possibly say it in*}
Starled, she wiped the taers from her face. "T-thanks ," she murmured. "But I'm okay." { His voice is sincere, and I guess I can appericiate that } she thought, siting up. "I'm Qoleu, " her voice was not active. "Qoleu Myn. "
<span style='font-family:Arial'>Vixen Warjhoa emerged from the surounding fauna. She heared tears coming from somewhere, she had seen them. Her seer eye showed her all. She seen the pendragon and her thoughts, her pain. It was awful. She needed to find this pendragon, to comfort her. It would get better, but not yet. She swiftly moved along the ground, then she saw her. A male sat there, comforting her. Vixen smiled at the sight, someone else would care. But of corse, it was in her vision. She approched the two, her fur shining in the sun. "S'cuse me, but I heared cryin' and I wondered if I could help".</span>
{*the male replied*}- I’m BladeWing –{*the male turns to look at her to talk to the female but as he does so he sees another dragon out of the corner of his eye but he continues to talk to the hurt female*}- so tell me what happened it sometimes helps to talk about your problems it works for me sometime-{*but the male is still very aware of the other pendragon in the distance keeping an eye on her and an ear to Qoleu Myns' reply*)
<span style='color:green'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Times'>Sighed, wiping away a single tear. "Every since I found my parents were-- um, dead...," exhaled, her icy breath looming away in the brisk breeze. "I've noticed strange things-- things that aren't real, aren't alive. Things that left our world long, long ago. And I-- I think I can talk..." she looked up at Bladewing. "To the dead."</span></span></span>
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>*stabs computer* It won't let me use verdana.... *sigh*</td></tr></table> Skipped a smooth black pebble into the shallow wading pools, wings quivered in the breeze. { Why I am so cold? } she thought, trembling. { No matter what position I resume, I feel as if the cold has possesed me... } her feathery lavender wings expanded, wrapping around the pup's body. </span></span>
Vixen nodded, she understood more now. She walked towards the two pendragons. "I feel your pain, your sorrow, I am much like you young seer, you make think it is a curse, but the moment you were born you were destined for this...to become a great" she said approaching the child. She placed her paw on her shoulder, taking in her destiny. "You have a great path ahead of you..."
"Really?" her misty green eyes lit up, eager to hear more. She wanted to say 'like fortunes?', but knew indeed that was a sign of pure green. "But besides, it's not the fact that I AM a, what did you call it?" she paused. "A seer? Anyway, it's just it started happening when I found my parents were deceased. I thought that was, pecular..." another batch of tears were forming as she looked away. I didn't mean to draw so much attention, she thought to herself. I hope I'm not acting like a hatchling or a pup, she looked off into the shallow pools again, small marine creatures looming in it's murky waves. qoleu had never known about the pendragon society. She knew nothing about the 'graders' or 'the rapine'. She knew nothing about the differences of the female and male abilities (ex: shape shifting, mind reading, etc;). She knew nothing about the academy, plant and animal liffe, or about the world around her. She was clueless to her life; she remembered nothing except her name (and possibly her sir name) and the fact that she could communicate with the dead, the deaceased, and the crossed over.
You have an incredible gift but that cost was to high, I believe that those who experienced a great loss or tragedy that that start to see things different and because this gift was given to you at this time you thing are seeing thing {*his yellow eyes are now fixed upon Qoleu with a look of wonder*) and you might start to feel more of a connection to Fronima because of it.
[/B]" sighed, now able to control her tears. ""I... I... I didn't think that it was worth it. "I wouldn't of given my parents up for anything... and the cost; dark deseaced pendragons, other pup's nightmares, other pendragon's hopes and failures... I see all of it..." Sighed, "I'm assigned to read misery."
Vixen smiled. "My parents were murdered by the rapine when I was very young, I discovered I had the same power as you at that time". "It may seem like a curse at first, but you see deeper into light and shadow, the dead and the living..." "Best of luck to you young seer, one day you will be strong enough to visit your parents in Fronima, like I have" she said "maybe we will meet again". She smiled once more. She had shown this girl what she was about to become. Vixen turned and began walking into the horizon.
<span style='color:red'>You hear that if you can master the new gift or as you see it a curse you will be able to see your parents the way you remember them and they will stay like that for all eternity and it will be like the good old days for you{*BladeWing starts to rube the females back slightly*} and in time you will be able to help other pendragons like your self in the same predicament as you, so that they are not alone and confused in the dark like you were.</span>
"I don't specialize as a natural seer," she looked down upon the sandy soil, pebbles quaking with the rough tide spashing against her feet. "I don't intend to." Green spashed hair dangled afront her green opticals, brushing away lavender highlights against her silky pelt. A curse of sight, I lift of death, A spell of talk, and spirits' lift. Forgotten ways and broken paths are being followed by gone aftermath.
