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Bold
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*Tests of strength and long roads to recovery have finally passed, and he has set out upon the next path, heading towards something he hardly dares think about for fear he would wake to find it all a dream � love*
The smile on your face
All day long I can hear people talking out loud
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
The smile on your face
(You say it best when you say nothing at all�
The smile on your face
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
The smile on your face
(You say it best when you say nothing at all�
The smile on your face
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When A_E's brother Lopey and his mate Blazey gave birth to pups, Bold found his first close friend in his eldest cousin Wolverine. The pair were very close and grew up together, hunting, roaming, and occasionally fighting others - mostly due to Wolverine's nature. There was never a time Bold would let Wolverine fight alone - and vice-versa. Though Wolverine was the warrior of the pair, Bold's size, strengh, determination, and heart made him a formidable oppernent.
Then came the formationm of the Fire Eagles, the pack Bold's parents were Alphas of. The family moved, with some regret, from Chris's house to claim their own territory, and the Fire Eagles began. The whole family were loyal members of this pack, and it fast became what Bold looked upon as his home.
Since then, Bold is nearly always found with the pack. Earning the ranked spot of a Protector, he takes his job seriously. The Fire Eagles grew - indeed, to the extent they gained an enemy - and Bold grew with them. He was much the same as an adult he had been in his younger years... just slightly wiser and a touch less likely to repeat old mistakes.
The pack brought about a lifechanging situation for Bold. In the wild raging of a feirce storm, the past caught up with him. Another Lupine, on a quest for revenge, attcked Bold's soul, nearly killing him in the process. Bold lay near death's door... a normal Lupe no longer, his blood turned cold, his heart ceasing to beat... his fangs the long weapons of a Vampire. |
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Foxy
When Bold was on one of his roaming trips with Wolverine, the pair stumbled upon a young doglefox. It took only a few kind words of Bold for the larger-than-average doglefox to decide he wanted Bold as his owner. Ever since, Bold was often seen with the playful, endearing, and comical green canine whom Bold named Foxy. Foxy very rarly left Bold's heels, no matter where he went, and Bold was extremely fond of his small companion.
Tragidy struck on the stormy eve that changed Bold's life forever. As the massive, hybrid vampric Lupine called Steel attcked Bold, Foxy bravely retaliated. Steel shook the doglefox off his forepaw with a grimace of pain, throwing him clear. While Foxy recovered, Steel's long fangs caught the nearing unconious Bold in the throat. Steel then released his victom, beleiving he had killed Bold.
We've seen our share of ups and downs
I just want to -
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The Dream
The outside world saw a prone fire Lupe of ebon and ivorn, crimson and orange hues, motionless except for the occasional arduous rising and fall of his injured chest. Jean was pleased to see him breathing again � no matter what the unknown capabilities of the vampric blood and god-knew-what-else Steel had forced into Bold�s veins, nothing in Jean�s experience or instincts as a healer considered the inability to breathe either natural or healthy. A corner of her mind wondered just how nessicary it was for him to breathe, now... her muzzle and forehead were creased with lines of worry for her cousin � and not without good reason. When she changed the dressing on Bold�s chest wound, a gaping, open gash, Jean�s paw could not detect the methodical thumping that she should have. Bold�s heart wasn�t beating. Jean had doubts it ever would again. In her years as Pack Healer, she�d never had to treat anything like this. Not that vamps were a rare occurrence living next-door to the ESLP, but this was more than just vampiric blood affecting her cousin. When Jean focused � though she tried not to, such were her powers that using them had become a second nature � she sensed Bold�s mind. Her empathetic abilities reached across the frames of time and space, indeed with no resistance, and felt Bold�s emotions. They flickered and fell like waves on a stormy ocean, the irrationality of emotions Jean knew belonged to the dreamworld. Bold had survived his ordeal � so far � but he wasn�t having an easy time of things.
Bold pounced at Chris�s feet, finding a grin of delight on his face as she bent down to stroke her hand gently over his ebon head, scratching lightly behind his ears and making his thick tail sway. �You�re getting bigger, boy, you know that? You�re bigger than any of the other pups � I think you�re going to look a lot like Eagle when you grow up!� Bold licked her hands, tail waving faster. She was a human teenager, rebellious and independent, but fair, and kinder than many. She was Bold�s human, his whole families' human, and not one of them wouldn�t have given their life for her. Lopey would still be wandering the streets without Blazey, A_E would still be in the pound and never have met Flamey, their pups never born and Blazey and Lopey�s unborn pups never had a chance at life � if it had not been for Chris. Bold could feel nothing but pure affection for the human who had done nothing more than ensure that those in need of her help had gotten it. Bold was in a void of nameless colours, swirled madly together around him. He watched the scene play before him and felt himself smiling, though when he looked down at his forepaws they shifted and blended into swirls of colour as if threatening to become part of the tornado of foreign rainbow. Looking up as the last images faded, Bold�s smile turned into a thoughtful expression. His youngest sister Dreamer had told him that all dreams had meaning. Why then Chris? Well, she was the one responsible for saving his father and therefore, for Bold being born. Perhaps that was it, Bold thought. The void took on a green-brown hint until the colours swirled together with intent into another scene�
Bold leapt a fallen log with ease. He was big now, approaching his mother in size and still growing. Full of the joy of youth, he turned and let out a proud, carefree bark. A young Wolverine responded with a gruffer, deeper, but no less spirited note. He was half as big as his cousin, the eldest of Blazey and Lopey�s pups, born yellow but painted skunk early, and back then, going by a different name.
The void with it's non-colour was back. Well, Wolverine had been his closest friend in their youth. Bold suddenly regretted not spending more time with him lately. Despite his wariness and tough nature, Wolverine was mated and with pups now half-grown. He had a few good friends � Chance, Satin, Shultz. It was more than Bold had. He could call none his best friend, and as for a mate� well. Dropping his muzzle and ignoring the rush of colours below it, Bold felt a stab of loneliness. Of course he had his family, but Wolverine was the one he was closest to, and Wolverine had his own life to lead. And where was he? The void crashed down into a tangle of dark tunnels as the thought passed, dumping Bold in the middle of them. There was no light, but Bold�s illusory paws did not touch the ground, likewise did his nonexistent eyes need light to see.
He had been with relatives, exploring just outside the newfound territory of the newly-formed Fire Eagle Lupe Pack. They had run into four Lupes, two males and two females, a red, a blue, a yellow � and a green. Oh, it was she who had Bold�s eyes. Her words held him spellbound; her sparkling eyes doubled his heartbeat when they turned � as they often did � towards him. But it was her smile that took his breath away. He was sure that was what had given her her name: Dazzle. She was dazzling all right, especially to the young adult Fire Lupe. The conversation lasted for an hour, but the friendly bantering of the two families was nothing compared to what passed, so quickly yet so strongly, between Bold and that dazzling Lupine femme. Both sides noticed and both sides teased.
Bold�s muzzle dropped further until, if it had been able, it would have touched the stone floor below him. �Dazzle � why didn�t you come back?� He murmured in misery, depression sinking in further. Dazzle's disappearance had hurt him more than anyone knew. Had that been his chance, his one shot, which he�d messed up? Could it have been that easy, a chance meeting on a sunny day when he was only a few months an adult?
Not quite an adult, Bold waited patiently by the Den�s entrance. It was a lucky find, this Den, the Fire Eagles within days of being formed this time. Bold realized this scene had slid backwards � this was a few months or so before he met Dazzle. He watched as the imaged flicked before him.
Bold managed a faint smile as the dark rock tunnels set in again. A happier memory, at least. The first time he had met Satin and Snowy� time had changed Satin greatly. Bold knew him now as the Delta male of the Fire Eagles, a decent Lupe still, loyal if a little withdrawn, and lacking nothing in courage. He was Wolverine's closest friend. And Snowy, of course� time had seen her change from a pretty little pup into a truly beautiful adult. Though Bold knew she�d suffered because of it � many male Lupes had thought the same but not seen past that pelt, when she was young. Such thoughts cuased the hair along Bold's neck and spine to bristle. Life had not been any easier on Snowy than on her father, and the last time Bold had seen her, trouble had rested in those deep jade eyes. He felt another stab of regret. She lived a long way off now, with her pack, her mate, and her pups, whom were probably fully grown themselves, by now. She visited her father often, and he had always made time to seek her out and greet her when she arrived or departed Fire Eagle territory. She communicated through telepathy, which made sense to Bold considering her muteness and the power he suspected she had in such areas as the mind.
He had met a few in his years. Wildfire he remembered quite clearly, he had met with her and heard her tragic tale of her son and first mate, promised to help her get her pup back if he could. He had tried, searching far and wide for news without luck. Later news of her was that she had become mate to a Lupe he knew of, if had not met � his brother Friendly had a mate called Tinsel, and some of Tinsel�s siblings joined the Fire Eagles with her. Moth, one of the elder of these siblings, was Wildfire�s mate. They had pups too, now.
The darkness returned and Bold�s head hung again. What had he done wrong? His brothers and Tinsel and Swift, Wolverine, Griff and Psy, Snowy, Wildfire and Moth, even Shultz had mates of their own. Many of them, families. Bold curled up miserably, unable to fight the feeling any longer, despair filling him, flooding him. He was alone. He might have the odd friend back in a world that had faded, and left nothing but out-of-this-world voids and endless tunnels he could not escape from. But here, trapped here with visions playing before him, there was nothing and no one. Would there ever be again? What if he never got out of here, never got the second chance? Would a Lupess ever return his love, share joys and sorrows with him, lean on his shoulder for or to give support, bear their own pups together?
It was dark, but not lightless. It was the dark of night on the highest peak of the Wilderness Mountain Range, Eagle Peak. The name was fitting for the occasion. The midnight blue of the sky was dotted with stars, lighting the way for the three Lupines making their way to the rocky summit of the mountain, highest point for miles around. A_E led the way, picking the safest route for his brother and son. Lopey�s golden eyes turned to check on Bold bringing up the rear, smiling at the young Lupe. Bold smiled back at his uncle, excitement bristling through his fur. This was going to be a night for memories... Bold felt unexpected tears come into his eyes. He remembered that night, his feelings, so strongly. It had meant so much to him. What had happened to that feeling, that had filled and overflowed him when he first voiced that howl? He was not left to ponder it.
The walls did not shift and blend together this time. Bold knew at once, this was no �next scene�; he was still in the maze. Simply, down one of the tunnels, a Lupess appeared. Bold lifted his head, staring in disbelief. He was not alone down here! And what was more, he knew the slightly below-average sized Lupess, her ebon coat ablaze with flame, refined and collected as she smiled back at him.
�Mav! Mav, I thought there wasn�t another living soul down here!� Bold exclaimed, laughing in his relief, bounding towards her. �Where did you come from � and more important, how do we get out?!� He screamed aloud as the demon, seemingly comprised of shadow, advanced towards him. He lashed out with a paw, but the demon went grey and his paw when through the shadow-beast. It reached towards him with its talons, speaking threatening words Bold could not understand. He howled in horror and backed away, but there was suddenly nowhere to run to. How do you run from your own mind, from what runs within your own blood? Steel snickered. "Gotcha good, didn't I? I swore to kill you, because you were there, you helped kill my brother. But I think this is more fun. Oh, don't despair, little Boldy-brave-boy. I'll still kill you, death will be your punishment. But hey, I'll let you suffer first. Enjoy yourself - and watch that demon. Nasty-looking thing. Think of me when you find the bodies of your flamed friend, your cousin and his skunk shadow, won't you?." Brute laughed, sneering at him. "Your pack will fall, Bold. Your father is a fool to think he can stand against the might of the Evil Shadowed Lupes, and he will pay. Your siblings, your family, and all that you care about will die, when the red mood rises. That is the time we will take your pack, with the Lupine Terrors and out new Bleeding Moon allies running beside us. Make no mistake, your pack will perish..." Bold struggled against the demon. It had a metallically hint over the living shadow, and it was strong, so strong. Bold felt his own strength ebbing away, things blurring before his eyes - then his mind started to forget and darkness took over.
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How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Leading you down into my core� Where I�ve become so numb Without a soul My spirit sleeping somewhere cold Until you find it there and lead it back home�
(Wake me up)
Now that I know what I�m without
(Wake me up)
Frozen inside
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
(Wake me up)
(Bring me to life)
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Nightmare's End
*The sun was rising. The moon had gone full circuit three times since the current occupants first entered the den nestled at the base of Hawk Hill. While a maroon-pelted Lupess, a small pure ivory femme, and a rangy skunk male all of Lupine species frequently came and went, the last Lupine inhabitant of the cave had not moved for the three months. *The femme is lithe and lovely, unmarred by the horrors of her own past and darkened mind. Carried upon ivorn paws--the azure flames died down to mere embers along her pads and tailtip--the tattooed lupess gives a nod of silent greeting to Cougar before slipping past him and joining the femmes she has known most of her life. She is settled unobtrusively away from them, plume wrapped about her slim frame, her personal mark brilliant along her cheek. It was this tattoo--or, rather, what it stood for--that brought her here today. The mark of the mind...if only her alpha had known how far that meaning stretched.* -=Morning=- *She addresses each in turn, smiling slightly; Dreamer was a little easier to reach with her mindspeech, and she could feel the slightest touch of reciprocal thought--something that happens with a select few, a sort of wash of mind powers. She turns her gaze to Bold, her eyes darkening, her singly-pierced ears folding back to her skull* *Snowy had, in truth, always been fond of Bold...there had been a time, long ago, when she had a small crush on him; she regarded him as both a friend and an elder, and knew she owed him in part for the saving of her father's life--she owed all of the pack for this. And now, to see him like this--destroyed, broken, fallen--was pulling at heartstrings she did not know were intact. Focusing her eyes upon him, she tentatively sends out her mind, probing his thoughts--trying to see what, if anything, she could do.* *Jean smiles, lifting a paw in a quick wave. By the small stream bubbling up from some underground source, she was mixing herbs and plants. Trying yet another remedy out for Bold* ~Good morning Snowy~ *Dreamer greets softly, managing a small smile. She was genuinely pleased to see Snowy� but worry for her brother was clouding her thoughts, and he wasn�t getting any better. Dreamer�s soft blue gaze turned to Bold once more. Padding to his side, she placed down the object she held in her paw � a small, pale yellow rose � by his head. Gently smoothing the fur on his forehead, she stared down at him � and felt his unconscious mind lift again. Though she did not posses Jean�s powers, and nothing near Lopey�s, Dreamer did boast something unusual � the ability to watch another�s mind while it slept, see what they saw in the world of dreams... and nightmares*
Bold opened his deep, dark brown eyes. He was weary, he never did sleep well here. �Here� was the shrub-shrouded meadow he had emerged into after Mav had led him back to the light. His only shade was a medium-sized, nondescript tree of no particular species which bore no flower or fruit, naught but small, solid dark-green leaves.
Whenever Bold tried to travel to the border of plants, the meadow-grass invisibly receded before his flamed paws and the shrubs grew no closer. Inevitably, Bold had no choice but to return to the solitary tree and await the colourless sunset. -He pressed close, felt the warmth of her fur against his, her cheek pressed into his neck. With a sudden lovely smile she pulled back, her features hidden and misted. Her words were so soft they might have been passed off as a whisper of wind in the treetops, and yet the voice was so tender, spoken with more inner strength than could ever be comprehended. �I love you� Fiercely he hugged her to him, as if he never wished to let go. He did so slowly, almost seeming surprised she was still standing there in front of him, as if he�d expected her to disappear. Raising a large paw, he touched her face, so gently, and she lifted her muzzle to touch the tip of his. �I love you too�-
It came and was gone within a heartbeat he no longer felt - but behind it if left Bold filled with enough raw emotion to let him roar aloud at the demon before him. Snarling, Bold threw himself backwards, filled with an inner rage and power that shocked him. He felt the demon�s pawings towards his heart slide from his flesh, then his own paw was swinging in a wide arc, claws extended and facing the demon, bringing his body into a low crouch before powerful hindlegs dug sharply into the terra� and leapt, adding force to the blow. *Snowy was catching parts of this, the majority of the dream as conveyed through emotion and disjointed images. Her frame stiffens, flames slowly creeping up her limbs, engulfing the four blue marks on her inner forepaw, sliding up her maw and licking at her personal mark. She is in a strange limbo between consciousness and Bold's mind, and that part of her own mind--something alien and yet familiar--knew much of what would happen before she or Bold did. The knowledge of the demon's nature floods through her mind, mingling deeply with old memories she, too, had never felt. This was all familiar...so very, very familiar. Her ears sweep forward, and even as Bold has his final revelation she jerks back to full consciousness, her mind reeling. The burns...she would look for the burns.* *That distinct muzzle, the soft pattern of fur, pricked ears, rounded eyes� oh, they were warped and shadowed, but there. The demon soul-seek was, or had been, one of his own species. Bold did not sleep the remainder of that night, nor did he pace the next day�s sunlight hours away. Oblivious to the meadow around him, Bold became lost in his own mind. The emotions that had inspired him to strike the demon had not left him � indeed, it intensified and left filled Bold with a relentless determination. Tonight, it would end.
He tried to recall the flash, the memory, the faces of the two Lupines. They twisted and drifted around his mind, vague figures without much detail. It was the male whose image became clearer first. Red and orange flames spread over sleek ebon. Bold studied his own flamed forepaws. Was it him? He concentrated hard on the hazy image. The fire Lupe seemed to radiate some deep inner power, dignity, trustworthiness, and an immeasurable nobility. No, it was not him, Bold realized, the hint of a smile twitching on his lips. It was his father. He nodded, smiling fully � that was it. Which meant the female he loved was his mother � now Bold pieced this together, he could catch the faint traces of ivory fur and hints of flame. *Dreamer jerked backwards, having been watching the whole thing. With a sob, she seized Bold�s paw, desperately barking his name and calling to him* ~Bold, no, don�t let it win! Please Bold!~ *Helplessly, she stared pleadingly at Jean and Snowy, begging them* ~Help him, please, oh please help him, he�s going to die..~ *Jean was at her two cousin�s sides, staring down at Bold carefully. With her innate mind � not nearly as powerful as the mute femme beside her, but still strong in her own way � she focused and felt Bold�s strength ebbing away, his fear and misery and longing to live* ~He is fading�~ *She said softly, unable to believe it. Closing her eyes, she concentrated harder than she ever had, trying, trying� to no avail. She could not reach his mind, could not lend him strength, or bring him back. He was going to die and she was helpless! Tears filled her eyes, but remembering again Snowy next to her, Jean turned and addressed the blue-flamed Lupess* ~Snowy� is there something, anything, you can do? Can you reach him?~ *Snowy had fallen back from him, both physically and mentally, in horror and exhaustion. The flames were vibrant along her frame now, however, threatening to consume her body as they so often did when she was distressed. But not all of her mind had been taken from Bold's dreams, and as the second demon appears in her vision, a part of her jerks to full waking. When Cyphiro had died in her mind, something of hers had been taken, replaced with his mind, his memories, his knowledge. And now, after so long of being hidden in the darkest recesses of her thoughts, this shadowy ghost of Cyphiro rises upward and charges. It is impossible, so very illogical...but as Bold fades, another figure appears, leaping, claws extended, acid-white maw curled back, fangs bared. The eyes, once a lovely pale gold, are blank now, and his frame radiates emptiness--but he knocks into the demon attacker, ripping teeth into the same shadowy material as he is now made of. Snowy's frame collapses to the earth, shaking; this was more power than she had ever used by herself...when she had called to her Father, drawing him from death's door, he had come somewhat more easily--and then she had had Ulryk. Now she was alone, terribly alone...except, perhaps, for a whispering comfort in the earth itself, earth touched and governed by the shield. Her mind twists, part of her fighting within Cyphiro's ghost, falling blank as she watches and feels all that's going on.
But she is far within Bold's mind, further even than she had been in Cyphiro's...and if Bold were to die....
*With a harsh roar the second demon dropped Bold. He hit the ground silently, death�s cloud misting over his deep eyes. The demon extended a long talon, glaring at Cyphiro, then swipes the other away from him with about as much effort is used to pick Bold up. Growling in some guttural form of language, the demon shook its shadowy head a solitary time. Swinging back to face Bold, frowns etched heavily over it. Lifting a taloned hand and holding it outright to Cyphiro, in the symbol to stop � he bent over Bold. Breath was coming in ragged gasps and back in the cave Jean desperately tried to calm him. The emotions of death from her cousin suddenly washed over her in a great wave, catching her unaware, and Jean fell back gasping. Dreamer stared form Snowy to Bold, pleading silently� oh N�tura give them strength, please let them both be alright� Bold opened his eyes a second time. The untouchable meadow was still there, the new demon who had appeared as if from nowhere� but the second demon was gone. Disappeared. Chest heaving from fear and exhaustion, Bold tried to stand and failed. He looked around, eyeing the other with uttermost finality. This was it. He could feel his own strength slipping, as he could feel the trickle of blood down his neck. A broken sigh escaped him, paw stretched out to nothing* ~I� I didn�t want to die here~ *The whimper was the voice of a newborn pup, nothing of Bold�s former strength and life but the faintest shadow to be heard* *Snowy had collapsed, her flames rolling over her frame, coiling about her fur wildly. Her eyes roll up partially in her head and she seems to shudder--but the earth beneath her seems to grow warmer, with something of an aura of strength, and she seems to draw from it.
Cyphiro, or what could be Cyphiro, is standing in the corner of this dream world, head bowed, coughing up blood; an ear flicks back against his lithe skull, and he looks at Bold. Acid-white maw opened to speak, words escape him--but they are in Snowy's effeminate mindspeech* *Disbelieving, not daring to hope, Bold turns his head, staring at Cyphiro�s figure. The faint recognition dawns, and the voice � oh, could anything be any sweeter to his ears � he knew that voice. Twisting his large form, muscles wasting away and ribs starting to show under the thinning fur, he tried to rise to his paws, managing a faint, faint grin as they failed him once more* ~Snowy� oh Snowy, it�s� good� to�~ *He started to cough himself, great racking breaths which shook his whole body* ~You�~ *Panic suddenly spread over his face, realizing, realizing who the figure she had taken was and exactly what she must be doing to reach him* ~Snowy, you have to get out! It�ll trap you!~ *He tried to drag himself over, pitifully, to Snowy* ~Please� go back�~ I can't do that." *her voice is simple, resonating from Cyphiro's strong frame in an odd manner* "I simply cannot. They're missing you, out there. They're worried." *A waver, a step forward* "It's been a long time, Bold...it's time we got home. Together." *His eyes remained open through great force, trying another smile towards her* ~Time� it had been far too long. Snowy�~ *Pausing to cough again, he looks back up and meets her eyes, battered form heaving to his paws with a sudden, fierce burst of strength. That emotion flowed through him, proud and strong in an echo of his life, the emotion that had caused him to strike the demon for first time. His muscles shook, ears flopping to either side of his skull � and standing tall, he took the few steps over to Snowy�s form* ~Perhaps� it was not my mother and father~ *He murmured, fighting waves of darkness as they crept up on him. But no, there was something else, something new, that emotion was back and filling him with fresh hope* ~I really wasn�t looking forward to dying here~ *With a crocked weary grin, he let his head hang a little* ~I hate to ask it� do you know the way home?~ *She approaches at last, touching her alien maw to Bold's shoulder; there is an amused, indisposed expression on Cyphiro, and a dark chuckle that is distinctly not Snowy. It's a miracle she, too, has not been driven mad...* "Come, Bold...I think I might just have an idea." *Cyphiro's ambling form slinks toward the tree, moving effortlessly across the earth--earth that is slowly breaking up in its solidity, slowly becoming misty and dreamlike. His form begins to fade, drifting into the mass of surreal images...and after a moment, he is gone. Snowy's frame twitches, and she inhales sharply, a painful gasp. Her paw twitches, and the flames die immediately, leaving her an ivory void, marked only by her tattoos*
*With a sharp intake of breath, horror transforming his face, Bold leapt forwards, grabbing desperately at Snowy, protests dying on his lips� with Cyphiro�s form, she stood a chance in the realm between life and death. In her form� no. Bold would not see her harmed, not after she had come for him, rescued him, saved his very soul* ~Snowy, close your eyes. Let go of my mind. We are going home. We are going home. We are-~ *He wrapped both his forepaws around her, squeezed his own eyes closed� and silently pushed down his vampiric side, the side of him that had kept him residing here. It had controlled him, kept him here by force� he would never let it win over him again. The Soul-seek had wanted him for a reason. He HAD a soul, and by the raging fire he would fight for it!
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Love Snowy has been a part of Bold�s life since he was a young adult, and although they could not have been called close in younger years they were friends, aware of one another and wishing each other well as they set about their lives. When Bold feared for his soul, Snowy was the only one who could reach him, and bring him home� and a bond was formed between the two, catching Bold unaware. Love had risen up and surprised him, and all the loyalty and care he has shown to others in the past will be magnified tenfold when he and Snowy are together.
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