Old meetings{Nocte}

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[atrb=bgcolor,#000000] Gabryl's transparent form flowed in the night at the crystal falls. He was on top of the water, or at least appeared to be, as mist collected across the surface. Moon shining brightly the water wolf concentrated, he was working on being able to use his magic. A thin blue light outlined him, and the water began to move back and forth. He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to move it faster. As it bent to his will, he was able to gather one foot of him, but it dropped as he let out a breath, simply from the memory of breathing. His silver eyes looked about, well, at least he was making progress. Who was he kidding? Gabryl was a water wolf, dead, a ghost, who belonged to Waru. Now he was here, he could barely do anything and he hated it, nothing was worse then a mad ghost though, he had killed many before. The only way now though was to figure out HOW to do it on command. And, use his magic. Where as magic was the only thing that could touch him. walking "Speaking"

[Capricorn♑]

Nocte trudged up to the crystal falls, cursing under her breath. No crazy, violent wanders had been available to drink blood from today. Castor allowed that, and the sergeant of Sensuret was determined to regain her power after the gods had disappeared, removing years of copied spells. Nocte was trying to get back off her paws again, and was unhappy, stuck with only five spells obtained from her servants back at the castle. They were the reason she wasn't a bloodthirsty disaster, and although Nocte's servants were just servants, she was grateful for their blood.

She let out a sigh, allowing the cold air to fill her lungs and then leave them. She could have so many of these nights. Nocte could, for so long, enjoy the cool night air from the crystal falls. Suddenly, she saw a figure, clearly one who had been there before. It was a wolf, a ghost wolf, from the looks of it- he wasn't quite solid, or normal. Recognition flooded Nocte's mind as she realized that this wolf was familiar- a wolf she had known long ago.

"Gabryl?" She asked loudly, her eyes widening. What was he doing here? Shouldn't he be in the heavens? Was he one of those soul-eating foreign spirits? Nocte hadn't known him for extremely long, but she still remembered the Waru beta.

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[atrb=bgcolor,#000000] Gabryl's large head turned to look at the wolf who had called out his name. Who would know him? Who would have lived long enough to know his name, his face, and his form. The brute narrowed his eyes and then realized that it was Nocte. A female he had never entirely spoken to in the years of waru, but she hadn't aged one day. How was that, was she a zombie? Gabryl longed to be a zombie that was for sure. "Nocte, what the hell are you doing here?" Gabryl yelled straight back at her, as he floated over closer, even though it looked as if he was waving through the water. The mist followed in suit. "You should be dead, unless I've finally lost my mind and I'm seeing things." He snorted out. Feeling empty as always as he looked her over. Her fur was the same, yup, but somehow he felt as if her jaws were hiding something rather deadly, something very scary. That uneasy feeling raised his suspicion as he raised an eyebrow at her. Was she an illusion? walking "Speaking"

[Capricorn♑]

"Nocte, what the hell are you doing here?" Gabryl came closer. "You should be dead, unless I've finally lost my mind and I'm seeing things."

Of course, Nocte had expected this kind of greeting from Gabryl. They hadn't directly spoken, but they were packmates at one point, and they had known each other. Gabryl wasn't the kind of wolf to go, Oh hey, a wolf who's lived long enough to remember when I was in the Waru pack! Either way, the twun was amused, and she was more than happy to explain- almost flaunt the fact that she was immortal. Yet, she couldn't forget that back in the days of Waru, twuns were hated. Did ghosts really learn a lot of news being dead?

"My pack is on the lower portion of Lake Aria." Nocte paused, looking around, remembering the transformation. How painful it was, how she didn't want any of it, or what came after. "I was looking to see if there was any crazy loners I could drink blood from. Yeah, some crazy Waru pack member told me to go kill a twun. Turns out, that twun was pretty pissed off and blamed Waru for his mate dying, and tried to kill me. I killed him, but became a twun myself. Therefore, I'm immortal." Nocte was trembling visibly. She didn't want to remember to much of it. The scene was flashing before her eyes- she had been scared. One of the few moments when she actually seemed scared, of both another and herself.

She looked down at herself to see scales. Nocte lifted a paw, and sniffed it- her second form. Thank goodness that hadn't been about a present issue, otherwise the twun would have probably been on a rampage in second form. And then, there was the factor that she couldn't hurt Gabryl, since he appeared to be a ghost. Nocte remembered the practice with the born twuns, being careful not to remember anything too bad, and reverted back to her first form, gasping when it finally happened.

"Sorry if I freaked you out. Get over it. Now what the hell are you doing here?"

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[atrb=bgcolor,#000000] As he listened he nearly laughed. So she had been sent on a mission and became an immortal blood sucker, well wasn't that fun. Gabryl like all the rest of his pack mates had hated Twun's, now they seemed to be more accepted into their world, because of the born twun's that was. So in reality, the turned twun's should thank the born one's for giving them a place in the world. Gabryl watched her, before flicking his head back mildly at her very last question. His story wasn't as fascinating of course. "Well my story may not be as equally fascinating as yours, but as you can see I'm a ghost. Apparently even the gods hold grudges, they yelled at me for the war, and banished me here, took me awhile to figure out how to have a semi-physical form, so now I'm working on getting my magic back." Gabryl explained in a mild manner. These days he wasn't as he was back then, he didn't regret anything, just since the old gods vanished and there were new one's now he wasn't as easily entertained as he used to be. "Lucky you though, all you have to worry about is eating people and avoiding having your vitals tore out and you'll live forever. I'm afraid I'll eventually forget what I look like and grow a fish tail." He snorted. He had seen plenty of strange spirits because they had forgotten what they looked like before they had died. Gabryl was not looking forward to that time, the time where he would actually grow a fish tail. He hated fish, not as much as fire, but still. For being one who used water, fish was something he did not enjoy eating, or hunting. walking "Speaking"