Light Show (open)

[☼ Latte ☼]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2n054cy.jpg] The first light of dawn was slowly erupting from the horizon in a showy display of fiery hues. Long orange and yellow tendrils stretched their long, soft arms over the lands caressing each tender piece of foliage, each solid stone, and everything that happened to be in-between with a mother's embrace. The only sign of the phenomena happening just outside of the ancient forest's boundaries was the almost paranormal feel setting in the atmosphere. The thick fog shimmered like an uncountable amount of diamond shards floating magically through the canopy of pine needles. Small rainbows began to dance upon the forest floor, occasionally pirouetting upon aged and peeling bark as the light shone through the prism display above. Most wandering the lands would just begin waking in the next coming hour, having slept away the darkness. The juvenile was often pleased with her odd habits when she was awarded the chance to witness this beautiful morning display nearly daily. Every sun rise offered something new, dependent on which part of the island she decided to watch the sleepy sun take it's first breath of the day. Latte found it most intriguing to view the darkness slowly creep over the lands as the sun would set, and then miraculously be scorched to an oblivion when day would come again. Some may become tired of such a scene, yet this young fae was able to see the beauty in it all. The beauty was much more appealing then the strange nightmares that would set in if she had allowed herself to fall into a deep slumber. Therefore only short naps were ever taken, just enough to keep her alive. Many may wonder about her strange sleeping rituals, yet the oddest habits of hers were yet to be discovered by an outsider. They being so odd she would refuse to allow any other to witness her obsessive behavior. It was strange and rather new...the nightmares, and obsessive ways. They were frightening to young Latte, never mind those who may have to witness them. White paws clashed with her dark surroundings as they fell upon the dried, deceased foliage below her athletic frame. Over sized auditories stood watch over her blocky skull while weaving between the tall trees. The occasional ray of sun would break it's way through the covering overhead, splashing upon her bi-colored coat, which in returned offered it's own dulled down light show. Mahogany optics darted this way and that, as if she were watching for some hidden predator, yet those who knew the fae would realize it was the explosion building within her soul. With such a lack of sleep, how could any have such an abundance of energy? Now all she needed was a victim.

[º Kahlua º]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,399,true][atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/KahluaMid.png] That quiet, just before the sun's brilliant face broke the horizon to send its warm tendrils stretching out across the land always found the copper toned fae on the hunt. There were bellies to keep full within her pack, and it was her job to fill them. It was the sole focus of her life these days, which she had to admit were far better then what she endured before. But still the nightmares plagued her, throwing her back into the cages of her past. Despite everything her fear of being alone nearly overwhelmed her until she'd finally given in to the need to seek a place among the Henka. Since that day she hadn't spoken, though all knew she could. Instead of joining the others she'd skirt around them avoiding contact, avoiding conversation. The criss crossed bands of twisted scars scattered across her back only spoke of part of her story. Other scars that lay beneath the surface of flesh and fur told even more. But that was not her only reasons, no she honestly never learned how to interact with other canines. From the time she'd been taken, to young, from her mothers side, to the day she'd finally found herself on her own she'd never been permitted to socialize. Beaten for backing, beaten for singing, beaten for breathing, such had been the norm of her life until she'd been thrown into a lab. Mentally she flinched from that portion of her life, forcing her focus to return to the here and now. This morning found the lean compact frame of the mid-sized stocky fae in lands where her beloved sun did not often reach. Though it could be felt through the thick swirling mists, tasted on the air, like elusive rainbows. She'd seen a rainbow once, when the Beater left the barn door cracked open after a storm. It had been the most beautiful sight she'd ever had the privilege of looking upon. It had been that image captured within her mind that she'd fallen back on time and again when life seemed to much to bear. She'd seen hundreds of wonders since she was given freedom, and still each she treasured as much as the last. A sound, in the fog brought her movements and thoughts to an abrupt halt. A black painted muzzle lifted while those nostrils worked, drawing deep the scents on the air. To the humans her breed was considered primitive, inclined toward Independence and following their wilder instincts. With senses a step sharper then the average canine Kahlua's amber black eyes scanned the dense fog, even while those stiff large radar's perched atop her skull pivoted this way and that in an effort to pinpoint the source of that elusive sound she'd caught moments before?

[☼ Latte ☼]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2n054cy.jpg] The first impression if one were to encounter the fae at this moment would surely be an extremely alert, nervous animal. Perhaps she were a criminal on the run. Did she betray her pack? Kill a member? Maybe she was a cannibal? First impressions were not always what one should judge another upon. The erect auds that danced upon her skull might have well been deaf, and the shifting balls within their sockets blind. For this female did not notice any of her surroundings. Uncaring, clumsy steps were taken as she maneuvered through the forest in a fog of her own. For all she knew the visibility between the enormous pines was clear, like that of a perfectly polished crystal. It was an easy facade to pull off to those around her, that of an energetic alert youngster. Chances were none knew of the skeletons rattling their bones within her mind's closet, slowly picking away at the lock she kept fastened upon the door. In fact, Latte wasn't even aware of what lurked within the depths of her being. She believed it was a box of nightmares that she was petrified of. Hated dreams that she kept stored as far back as possible. Triangular soldiers swiveled instinctively toward a nearly invisible noise. The minuscule sound of stealthy paws upon the dead needles that littered the forest floor. In a trance like state lengthy limbs followed in the same direction, pulling the bulldog from her direct path home. Through the dense fog she navigated with ease, her senses drawing her toward the source of the slight sounds of disturbance within the forest. It was as if she and the object of her new mission were lined with ferrous metals drawing Latte forward with the force of a magnet. The small, athletic frame pierced through the curtain of fog and into a safe viewing distance of her goal, the huntress of the Henka. It was at almost the same instance that wrinkles etched themselves deep within her canvas, creasing above her brow in a curious fashion. A wedge shaped skull fell off balance, catching itself in a questioning posture as mahogany hues stared at the tawny canine before her. Questions flitted across her features, not relating to the presence of the other female, but rather on how she got from the border of the forest to this spot that was set so deep within it's boundaries. Just another memory, another questioning thought to stuff through the one way door of that hidden closet. A long, whip like appendage began to shift left to right slowly at first, and then gaining speed. The tail seemed to reach lightening fast speeds as it's force ricocheted to her black spotted bottom causing it to also wriggle in excitement. A friend! A silent pack mate, but a friend nonetheless. As the wave of excitement splashed through her body with the force of a tsunami, a blocked set of jaws parted allowing a red carpet to loll from their clutches. It was the older fae's call now. Chances were she was going to be rushed by the pitbull dog nonetheless.