[P] Nomad's Way
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The iron beast had been traveling for too long. Monstrous paws were wary and his joints tired. At the beginning of his trek about Khrusos, White’s stride was strong and meaningful, that of a king’s. In the midst is was more of a proud strut, a little less royal. And now, his corpulent skull hung leveled with his shoulder blades, a bit of weight had dropped from the king’s ribs, and the beast’s gait was less than enthusiastic. Golden eyes set upon the field of sunflowers, beginning their mighty blooms in the birth of spring. He would be delighted for some shade between the stalks, and the slight shelter they would provide for a tired nomad. Chipped ears rotated toward the sight, a bit of excitement coursed through his veins only internally, but nothing could be seen outwardly. At the mere sight of the sunflower field, White Timber’s pace picked up ever so slightly, though his posture did not straighten or rise.


A blackened nose broke through the first of the plant stalks, nuzzling his way in as they bent and swayed to the mercy of White Timber’s large bulk. Though they refused his trek, they bowed out of his path, until the once mighty king found decent solitude within the confines of the flowers. He was not satisfied just yet however, and moved to use the last bit of his energy to yank individual sunflowers from the soil. He created a large enough space for himself, and used the plants as bedding beneath him, piling them up just so. When finished, and certain it was sufficient and up to his liking, White Timber made one pivoting circle before lying on the makeshift bed. Lethal jaws parted in a long yawn, disclosing menacing bridgework in its wake. The king was exhausted, but he was satisfied that he had seen every part of this territory that he could, at least once. His mental map was full and now, White Timber could give Quest what he desired. After a full day’s and night’s rest, however.


It was not long before his eyes began to feel heavy. His chin fell to crossed forepaws, and an exasperated groan seeped from the man’s chest and diaphragm. Slumber would be upon him soon, and as he began to snooze he could only hope internally that his mind would not make him dream of the stale thoughts of his once beloved.



”words”



Aleera
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Something she thought she lost long ago came back from the dead. Unannounced. Unexpected. But never unwelcome. There was nothing in this world that would take away the hurt that dogged her every step when it came to the thoughts and memories of her family. Of those taken from her too soon. However, if there was anything that could ease that pain it was the white female that now had become common place as the Dragon’s side. Her fear of what happened to the young pup she knew back then had been a dragon unto itself. Buried deep within the burned woman, guarding her deepest treasures. There had not been a time since her form was marred by these scars of failure that she believed anyone would truly wish to be to her as Luce had explained. Aleera knew it was a dangerous path - to allow her to remain with her. She had no home. No pack. Not an ounce of security other than what she could provide for herself and in the end - this journey of revenge would inevitably end in two graves. Told that, Luce didn’t care. She insisted upon remaining with Aleera for it was the burned Empress who had been the first friend she had and now, much of their relationship could be regarded as...a sort of mother - daughter type of situation.

No, Luce didn’t come from her family but it had been the alabaster girl - just a child - who saved Aleera as she lay dying almost directly after the events that saw her home tumbling into dust. She had seen the great monster at her lowest, the very events that made her into the beast of hunting consumption that she was. But at the time it wasn’t just Aleera who had been hurting. Luce had her own demons to deal with and to protect the only friend she had ever had she left Aleera without a word of goodbye. They had talked about it many times. How it had played out and how it should have been. Even if Aleera died, the bastards who hurt Luce would burn in hell with her. Better the Empress’ life than an innocent child’s agony. Yet the ivory woman was made of things stronger than Aleera. She dealt with what she was made to go through and grew stronger for it. Now she was a thriving young woman who had long left those who hurt her behind, hopefully in a shallow grave. Be it luck, or fate that brought them together again did not matter. They had agreed now to stay together an help one another. Aleera’s goal now Luce’s...But the Dragon could not help but feel as though that was selfish.

Monstrous paws brought her over the landscape in complete quiet. All the world who saw her coming knew to the flee these days - for she had indeed become the thing she had been titled in her youth. Now of considerable mass more than those she had seen, along with the various other mutations, it was unlikely anything would wish to mess with her now. Of course to assume Aleera was happy with these changes was to be dead wrong. She cared nothing for these spikes. These twisted horns. The strangeness of her eyes or the patchy scales that lay on her form now. Whatever it was in Khrusos that made the changes in them all so drastic could go straight to hell for all she cared. Few times since the Dragon and Luce had been reunited did they part ways, but sometimes it could not be helped. Not when she insisted on being of help in one way or another. Most of the time it was to send the woman off to go hunt for herself while Aleera continued on with the premise that they would meet up again shortly after. This was one of those days, leaving the lumbering creature on her own - but not for long as a familiar scent ran through her nose.

It had been some time since she came across White Timber. For a short time she had believed he may have left the land altogether - uncaring for any changes that might befall him. Aleera didn’t blame the steely brute if he did. She would leave too if she were able. Yet, her demon still lurked in this land and so she was honor bound to remain and continue her search. Sunflowers soon rolled up to meet the dark woman, newly bloomed thanks to the spring season now fully in swing. Walking the edges of their flower bed Aleera came to a stop only when she found several pushed over and broken, as though something large made its way through here very recently. His scent was heavy right here, which urged the burned Empress to take a few steps within the closely compact flowers. ”White Timber?”


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If it was not the sound of Aleera’s approach that gave her away, then it was the perfume she gave off. White Timber was familiar with all of it, and while he felt a pang of elation deep within he was not going to rise from his half slumber to meet her, for he was far too exhausted. But alas, the woman’s hissing vocals slithered to his ears, and it would seem she stopped to entertain him. He could never shoo away her presence, and so, the once-king’s golden eyes peeled open once more, looking in the direction of his good friend and ally. But what they lay upon was not something he was expecting, and so his reaction twisted from relaxed to almost concerned. His brows furrowed tightly, his jaggedly cropped ears rotated in reverse and lay flat upon a spacious cerebrum. His eyes, though tired, glossed over with a ferocious curiosity. Silver lips pulled into a grimace of sorts, though it was not as though he was disgusted. Instead, he was just...well, shocked to say the very least.

Words would not come just yet, he had far too much to ponder over, to let his mind churn, before he could utter a single syllable. Auric lenses took to scanning her figure as much as they could through the stalks and lingering flowers, which were now a sheer nuisance to the iron beast seeing how he was trying to interact with a dear friend. A dear friend who had clearly undergone many drastic changes. From twisted, mighty horns to patches of scales about the Empress, to the inclination that her height had even grown as well, White Timber’s eyes did not stray from the woman’s phsyique. She may have felt a little uneasy by now, or perhaps thought that his expression meant he was angered or worse, but it was all blank within, his mind merely filled with question marks.

Since it seemed her bulk even increased, the iron beast rose upon exhausted, almost noodle-feeling limbs. Oh he just had to test this, he could not possible be overgrown? None could surpass the king’s mighty stature - or at least, that was what was in his head. It always had been. He had always been one of the largest, and while others occasionally came eye to eye with the man, they never towered over him. His heart even began to race a bit, anxiety swelling in his veins and overcoming his insides. Could it be? It can not be. But was it? Oh god please do not let it be. As he stood, and compared their sizes, he could feel his heart sink. Nay, it shattered, broke, pumped in overdrive. How could this be? This land and its damned mutations, its horrible magic. It took its toll on his friend, having transformed her into what she always was deemed, a dragon, almost by all standards, save for a pair of wings.

Seeing that she was larger than he now, his jaws fell ajar, an exasperated ruff/huff expelled from the man’s chest, and he fell back in a seated position in disbelief. Well, it really was not disbelief. More of disappointment, and agony. Immense, pure, agony. Though he did not blame her for any of this, for how could she have controlled it? His old self wanted to come knocking. Wanted to ring out in his brain. She could have done something, but instead, she out-did you. Now you must make her suffer. White quickly silenced this old vision of himself. That part was but a ghost of him now. Resin and others had softened him beyond repair. The Monster King he was no longer. Instead, they should call him the Fluff King, for that was all he was filled with these days. Fluff and depression. His golden eyes fell from her form and glued to ivory paws, paws that once seemed so large, now looked so miniscule. He felt as though she shrunk him now, down a few sizes. Oh GOD the torment he felt now. His mind reeled with it.

White Timber had almost forgotten that she was here to visit him. And so, he removed the harsh expression from his finely chiseled countenance, let his ears pull forward, and let his eyes befall the Empress’s orange lenses.

”It’s so good to see you, Aleera.”

It was all he could muster.



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They had not seen in each other in nearly an entire season. Now that she thought about it that was a short amount of time to be cursed with these changes. Only a few months time and she had been transformed from an ugly marred wolf, to an ugly marred wolf that appeared to have some sort of ancestry steeped in reptiles. As she neared him, finding that steely frame housed within the stalks of the great flowers she witnessed him move and turned auric lenses upon her. Perhaps she should not be surprised by the look that ran over his face, nor the way in which White Timber seemed at a loss for words merely by looking upon her - because for the most part he appeared untouched. Lucky bastard. He was likely tired, thus his bed made in these flowers, but even so her voice - her presence enough to rouse him from his slumber. Slowly, the silver brute pulled himself upward to his feet - not a word in his throat but the look on his face making every thought rather apparent to Aleera. He simply found it hard to believe she had changed so much in such a short amount of time. So did she, as he could probably imagine.

The height difference between them now was...odd. At least for Aleera. She had never been the small sort. No, in fact she was one of the rare females that carried herself much like that of a male and had always matched White Timber in terms of physicality. Now she had surpassed him. Was this a good thing? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Being larger meant she had more power to dominate her foes but it often came at the cost of agility and speed. As for the rest of the Dragon...She would like nothing more for them all to fall off her so she could go back to being a regular wolf. Or as, normal as someone like her could get anyway. There was a long stretch of silence where in White Timber merely took in all that had been done to her before words seemed to finally fall from his lips once he removed the harsh expression from his visage. ”It’s so good to see you, Aleera.” The Dragon’s head now adorned with a jagged bone crown canted slightly, her one good eye focusing on him entirely. ”You are a terrible liar.” She began, though the corners of her mouth were pulled back into a slight smile. Things rarely pulled out of the dark woman and manageable by a select few.

”You can say it. I look worse than ever.” It was an obvious truth. Of course, Aleera hadn’t been considered beautiful for a very long time now...But her ugliness was never quite this bad. At least she looked the part she was - now what was she? A monster both inside and out. If it was only her changing in this way she may have blamed the demons who lurked inside her head or who made the world around her so foul - tainting everything they touched. But it wasn’t just her. It was many within Khrusos and not even just the wolves. Like the land itself was cursed or infected - forcing those that lived on it to become cursed as well. ”It is good to see you are relatively unchanged.” Remarked the Dragon as she moved her head just slightly, as though inspecting the other for any change. ”...Why haven’t you been eating?” She could tell he had not, and that was unacceptable.


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