[Juniperstar45]

.::..::.Jour.::..::.

Slowly, Jour walked up the firmly packed side of sand dune, his mind was racing with newly obtained thoughts. Gazing out over the tip of the dune, he took one more stride to the top, ears twitching slightly. He sighed seeing the dark sky lighten with the sun crawling over the horizon. He settled in a comfy position, licking his paw delicately and swiping it over his ear a few times, a calming motion. He started to fixate on the sun, after he was fixated not many people can retrieve his thoughts to pull them away from the sun. Fidgeting with his tails he began to wonder why. Is there something significant about this place? Surly not, I don't think anyone besides myself likes the blistering sun... He sighed inwardly. Was this how Belle felt day in and day out? Always on the brink of losing her coolness, his sister was never one to socialize. Jour then contemplated why she accepted Poppi, the newest member of their house, so easily. Her powers that made her special maybe? Was she drawn to the abnormal? He shook his head, his mind lapsing back into silence while he stared at the sun. He shuddered as a gust of wind swept past his motionless body and began to lick his chest fur that was slowly rising with tension. There must be something going on today... Jour thought skeptically.


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[Kallile]

His last though may have proven partially correct. While the still of the dunes around him moved only to the wind, another force was powering through. A small train of sand flew into the air, as if blown by some massive force. This force was slower to round the top of the dune—only to reveal a rather…unimpressive looking force.

The feminine figure skidded to a halt; a wave of sand blocking her from view for a few seconds. Another gust of wind blew her dust cloud away—leaving only Silverstreak sitting on the shaded side of a dune directly opposite to Jour. He seemed to have been unnoticed for the moment—the brash female taking a moment to clear the sand from her eyes and throat. Her pelt nearly meshed with the surroundings--her silver markings and red eyes the only real give aways that she was not a part of the desert herself.

Why, why did I pick Wilt'no today? She thought stubbornly, giving a harsh and forced sneeze to clear her airways again. "Because it will make me better." She answered herself--aloud this time.

[Juniperstar45]

Deep into his speculations, Jour barely noticed the other Lucain who was in the general facility. The sun was rising faster now, as if he willed it to move quicker so that he could stare at his company. He kept his shoulders squared, his body tensed, Who was it who was coming closer to me? Was it someone I knew? Jour squinted his eyes as the thrash of sand burst against through his fur, ruffling his forest green fur to reveal golden colored skin. He caught a whiff of the Lucain, a female for sure, not someone he knew. His tails where waving slightly, they would soon hang limply down the side of the dune when the tiny sandstorm stopped. His resilience towards the sun wavered. Could I dare look away? Would my life shatter before my eyes? I can't... He quickly fought back with his urgencies. But a tingling sensation began to overwhelm his mind and body. Just one look...But he kept up his steadfast position. He cocked his head to one side when he heard a voice. Was she talking to me? Am I going to reply? His questions flowed through his head.

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[Kallile]

There—a flash of twin, swampy looking tails. Demon eyes flashed over to the adjacent dune; the male laying there sticking out sorely against the sea of burnt brown and orange hues. Silv raised her lips partially, eyeing this other Lucain.

“You there,” she called to him in a harsher tone than was typical of a young lady, “just what are you doing?” She wasn’t about to look at the sky—she knew full well that the sun was approaching it’s noon position. This boy, however, apparently did not.

((muse must be sleeping--may fill this out a little more later but press onward!))

[Juniperstar45]

Jour saw the sun flash above his head, finally he could examin his company. He felt acustomed to stare at the sun when it was at it's highest point only until then he would look away. His body went ridged when he heard the females voice. Wow, not what I had expected, voice wise... He though idly, good thing she couldn't read his mind. He turned his head, a soft smile was beginning to touch his lips when he saw the obscured female. She was almost compleatly blended with the sand except for her sliver marking. Her eyes glowed slightly against the backdrop. Interesting...was she talking to me? No one really talked to him, he was and is the type that dosn't fit in. He began to come a little closer to see if his mind was playing tricks with him, nope she was still there. "Greetings," He replied calmly. "I'm Jour lumière, but just call me Jour for short." He clearified. "What am I doning here...I'm not exactly sure, maybe just a reason to get out of the house?" He sounded uncertain, his ear twiched slightly but pulled back against his skull. "Man the wind is howling..." He muttered as he scowled at the sand whipping across his soft face.

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((It's totally fine, I'm just pumped with candy right now!   ))

[Kallile]

Silverstreak paced towards him slowly, almost menacingly. Someone staring at the sun—strange creature. Though she loved a challenge, she was not about to risk loosing her sight to some burning gas orb. Tails lashed again as he spoke freely to her, seeming not at all taken aback by her tone or prescence. This…angered her slightly. Feeling out of her element of control—but perhaps that could be turned around.

“Jour.” She repeated blandly, just practicing the name. “Odd time of day to find someone else out in the desert. A bit of a glutton for punishment as well?”

It was easy to tell what she was talking about—the noon sun was beating down on the shadeless land and causing the temperature around them to skyrocket. Silver herself was dancing from paw to paw on the hot sands—slowly though. Pain made one stronger—she would ease herself into standing statue still on these same sands.

“Name’s Silverstreak.” She said, a playful and still somehow menacing grin on her face. “Fancy to know where I got the name from?”

[Juniperstar45]

He looked around for a moment, trying to figure out if the wind had finally stopped. It swept past him again, but more subtly. He quickly whipped his eyes to get any traces of sand away. Easing up his strain in his shoulders just a tiny bit, he turned back to the female. Was it really that strange to be in a desert? Yes, I bet it would be...but punishment? He sighed inwardly and stared back up at the sun. "Punishment?" He repeated her words scornfully, "No, I don't believe it's punishment for being out here." Jour's ear twitched as his paws protested against the boiling sand. "Alright well the rest of my body doesn’t like it..." He admitted sheepishly with a sigh. Silverstreak eh? That's a nice name... He could tell by her voice that she doesn’t appreciate compliments as much as females should, so he bit his tongue. "Sure Silverstreak," Again he protested his urge to give her a comment, "I'd love to hear your story." He smiled a little. Would she care to here my tale? He wondered vacantly.

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[Kallile]

“The desert isn’t a wise place to be standing out in the open. Especially not at midday. Unless, of course, you’re just out here to challenge your own body.” She said, stalking ever closer to the swampy hued male. Perhaps…she could give him a chance. Perhaps.

The female smirked, making a circle around Jour that began wide and ended with her dangerously close to Jour’s ear. She snickered, then whispered to him, “Because when I pick someone to challenge, all they ever see is the silver streaks on my fur as I run circles around them.”

She took a few danced steps sideways, just out of reach. Toying and testing. Was this one worth her time? He was interesting enough to look at, but would he be much fun? “I don’t suppose you have anything behind your name, do you now Jour?”

[Juniperstar45]

He squinted back up into the sunlight, "Yes, maybe I am out here to test my own strengths...or maybe just an excuse to get away from my sister. I knew I could see the sun the best here." He saw her coming closer, this frightened him just the tiniest bit. He watched her circle around him. Was I going to become pray soon too? He shivered. She was menacing for sure. He looked back up at the sun, "You challenge others? To what may I ask?" He looked back at her, he liked games so to speak. His ear twitched with her question. Wouldn't that be just ironic if she could read thoughts? No, not possible...It was probably just the expression on my face He let that comfort him. "Well, my name means 'Day light'. That's not very creative I know!" He laughed at his name, it meant so much to him. "As you probably have seen I'm not very ordinary, the sun, it's sort of my life." Jour looked at her face to see her reaction. Would she laugh at me just like everyone else? Thought I was crazy and that all the sunlight will one day kill me? Never! He vowed in his head.

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[Kallile]

“Siblings—the biggest challenge of willpower if you ask me.” Silv scoffed, forcing all four paws to remain touching the sand. Her ears pulled back with every burning sensation—but she would not lift her feet. “I have four myself; all of which I’ve managed to ditch.”

She narrowed ruby eyes, regarding him as if she were looking at an interesting piece of art or a new toy which was almost too amazing to actually play with. It was how she looked at everyone—like a project she was getting ready to undertake. She was deciding what the day might hold if he was really worth her time. “To whatever they deem themselves best at. I turn down no physical challenge.”

She curled her tails like a cat; tilting her head as she continued to examine him. “An interesting idea.” She said. “That why I found you staring at it then?”

[Juniperstar45]

He nodded, "Yes, though I only have one she is as hard as eight combined!" He grimaced at his thoughts. He saw his sister, Belle, glaring at him and her parting words, "Just go Jour, leave me..." then she leapt out the window. He shook his head violently trying to shake off his disturbing memory. He then studied the way she moved, he saw the pain in her eyes when she stood still. He wanted to remind her to move but then he would become a hypocrite because he was in a lot of pain from standing there as well. Swaying his tails he replied, "Neat, and has anyone ever beat you?" His eyes gleamed with playfulness for a moment, but then it vanished. He regained his cool mask and began to answer her other question, "Yes, I can not live without it. It's childish, very childish I know but say, to put it in perspective for you, you meet the coolest, nicest lucain ever." He began, "Now let's say that you are best friends with that lucain and you would never let anyone else near that lucain because they make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, or so to speak." He smiled wryly, "That would be mid afternoon by the time you feel all nice inside. Then one happy day you find this lucain is not waiting for you like the lucain normally does. You feel anxiety burn inside of you but you press onward with the day. Later that night you find the lucain being beat up by a gang in the streets. Already to late, you find that the lucain is-" He coughed once to hide his emotions, "has passed. Now how would that make you feel? That is the way I feel every night." Once again he studied her face, she had to have kept up right?  

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[Kallile]

“Even if they beat me—and no one has to date—I would stop at nothing to better myself to the point of beating them at their own game.” Her words and gaze were rather cold at the idea of being defeated. The mere proposal of it was maddening.

Silver raised a brow to him, listening to every word as if it were a gem she was watching the sparkle of. A more mental challenge, hmm?  She found the conclusion to it to be a little more…disappointing. “The moral of that story is only that you have a rather ‘undead’ friend. The sun rises every morning. You’re an odd sort—keeping such close kinship with something you know must disappear daily.”

She eyes narrowed a little more playfully at the idea that sprung into her head next. “Perhaps that means you are at your worst at night? If that’s so—what’s your game, Jour? I don’t wish to let the brightest hours of the day slip by without finding out who you really are inside…”

[Juniperstar45]

He calmly replied, "That's very interesting. I've never meet anyone who would do such a thing." Jour looked back up at the sun, the sand curling around his stiff body. It writhed violently around his tails as he waved them, "Yes, you could say that I guess. But really hasn't anything crossed your path that has been so dear to you but you can only have it for a short while?" He questioned, confused. And here I thought everyone was so dull in this life, that only I had some sort of purpose to fulfill Chuckling he began to get the gist of what she was getting at. She wants to know more? How...intriguing? Breathing deeply, Jour answered, "Well, yes of course night is my weakest hour. But I do seem to blend in very well!" He gestured to his glossy mossy colored pelt. It shimmered slightly in the sun, it was something he picked up from staying outside all day. "My game, eh?" He had to think about that for a long while. It puzzled him, how could he not know his own game? His own amazing ability that no one else had? He shook his head stubbornly, the stopper in his mind was weighing down on him heavily. "I, er, don't really know..." His golden eyes glinted, "But maybe I could try and find out?" This idea seemed to click. Yes, I really have never 'adventured' per say outside of the suns limits

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((Aw poor Jour dosn't know his game, how sad!   ))

[Kallile]

Likewise, Silver had never met anyone who would opt to stare at the sun and tempt blindness all day—but she wasn’t about to take that as the challenge. She needed her sight for other, more physically pushing challenges and she would not loose her sight out of a staring contest. Pushing that from her mind, she sat and observed the slightly younger male.

“No game? How sad…” She mused, fangs flashing with this clean slate of a creature before her. Oh, the possibilities one held if they thought they had no challenge in them. So night was his weaker hour—what with it being mid-day, however, Silver highly doubted her ability to make small talk until dusk.

“Then let’s test what kind of stamina your sun gives you—wrestle me.”

[Juniperstar45]

He felt the wind thrash at him again, his heart soared with a sudden freeness it brought to him. There were no clouds here, nothing to obscure the sun. His home was practically a torture chamber to him, always damp, always cloudy, always cold. Not that he minded the cold so much as no light in the sky. If only I didn't feel responsible for Belle, and poor little Poppi, then maybe I could of had a life like this lucain, like Silverstreak. Being a leader, being a nomad, anything! That would be better then nothing...He smiled up at the sun, "Yup, I'm pretty boring. I wish I could have done something, spectacular, thrilling!" His golden eyes danced with sadness and then oddly to anxiousness. Jour then began to pace, "I could have been something amazing, I had everything to BE amazing...but Belle and now Poppi..." Voicing his thoughts, he grinned sheepishly, "My two sisters, they're a bit of a draw back when it comes to wanting to be something other then a protector." He shook his head sadly, "Looks like dreams can never really happen to a freak like me." But quickly he changed his attitude, "I once dreamed I would be a pack leader, I had the fiercest group right on my flanks and I protected and fought for land. I was a bit territorial back then..." Jour shook his head madly, trying to disrupt his reverie. But Silverstreak’s next statement took him by surprise. Quickly, his wide grin showed off all his glistening white teeth, "You want to play? Alrighty Silverstreak, your on!"

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