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on a sunny afternoon
After a relaxing afternoon dozing under a shady willow tree by a slow-moving stream, you're quite ready to go home. But it seems you've stayed out too long: mist is starting to roll in, and you can hardly see twenty feet ahead of you. Above you the skies have turned murky, and the only thing that you can see through the fog is the glimmering outline of the moon. A movement to your left distracts you from staring at it, however, and you glance that way.
There, under another tree, a creature nudges a young girl. You can just make out the shapes: the creature is about a third of the height of the girl, who struggles to her feet, gripping the creature's back as she rises. A pebble falling into the stream startles you, and you leap - the fog makes everything seem far more sinister - turning half a circle in the air. As you land, you misplace a foot and skid a little way down the bank. Immediately, the creature looks your way: you can see a glimmer of an eye, and, what's even stranger, you can see a blue glow from under its right eye.
Carefully, so as not to disturb them further, you rise to your feet once more; but it's too late: the girl has seen you as well. Now you can see them moving towards you; hear the soft rustle of the grass underfoot as they walk. The eerie glow from under the creature's - now you can see it's a Lupe's - eye makes you uneasy, and you shift nervously, but don't fall over again. You watch them warily, until you can make them out as more than just shapes, lit up by the blue triangle under the Lupe's - shockingly pink - eyes.
Finally they are upon you, but all thoughts of conversation have been dashed. You can't think of a single thing to say. The girl watches you intently, waiting for your reaction to their appearance, but the only thing that's happening - at least, that which you can feel happening - is the colour draining from your face. In an attempt to ease the atmosphere, you smile weakly, your foot playing at the ground.
Surprisingly, the Lupe speaks first.Hello, he whispers, and his tail waves slightly. As if to further prove his offer of friendship he raises a paw, and a grin plays across his face. His paw, it seems, has a trail of dust flying after it. Thinking it'd be the polite thing to do, you take the proffered paw, and shake it. That's no dust: it feels warm to touch, and filters through your fingers before evaporating into nothingness. It fills you with a warm feeling, and your smile becomes fuller.
He's quite harmless, the girl smiles, and you remember that she's there. You tear your eyes from the extraordinary Lupe, and look at the girl, the grin plastered across making you feel suddenly silly, even though she wears one that mirrors your own.We've been watching you, him and I. You took our favourite tree.
Dumbfounded, you start to apologise, but the girl waves a hand.It's nothing, she assures you.Just try not to do it again, otherwise Lunuhr might have to attack next time. As she mentions his name, Lunuhr flicks an ear and looks up at you. You half-expect him to say something, but he stays quiet. Nothing comes from his mouth. Most Lupes would have had something to say by now, but not this one. You register that this isn't the first odd thing about him, but you notice the fog clearing around you, ever-so-slightly.
As your smile falters, you take a step backwards, then another - but you step into something furry. Confused you turn, and, lo and behold, Lunuhr stands behind you, gazing up at you with those pink eyes. The girl steps forwards, mimicking your actions, and holds her hand out.You're here now, stranger, she murmurs, her smile still fixed in place, but now it's cold. You shrink away from her hand, clasping your hands to your chest, and whimper slightly. But she reaches out and takes a hand, and an unfamiliar tug behind your belly button shocks you. You're being moved...
The tugging slowly comes to a stop, but you keep your eyes tightly shut until the girl releases your hand. Even so, you're reluctant to open your eyes. Where might you be? How did you get here? The pressure from behind your legs, where Lunuhr was standing, suddenly disappears, and you fall backwards, landing hard on soft ground. Once more you squeeze your eyes shut, but move your hands around, feeling the ground. It's gentle against your hands, and slightly damp, as if it's dewy grass - from early morning, perhaps, or after.. mist...
You jerk your eyes open, looking around furtively, shifting to see behind you. To your left is a willow tree; to your right is a stream. In front of you stands the girl with her Lupe; she with her arms folded, he with his head down. You look between the two, wondering what game they're playing.H-how -- you start to ask how, what, why; but once again, the girl interrupts you.
It was Lunuhr. Her simple explanation offers no consolation, so, with a sigh, she elaborates.He has the ability to shift the mist. It's an odd ability - I don't fully understand it myself - but he seems to use me to do it. It's almost as if I go to sleep for a few seconds; wake up, and the mist has gone. It's unnerving, and it has been since the first time he did it, three years ago.
Whilst she speaks, the Lupe moves around you to stand next to her. He takes a deep breath, as if wanting to start a sentence, but huffs it out, as if cross with himself. The girl speaks again.Lunuhr seems to be some sort of mute, too. He rarely speaks, except when greeting people, or saying goodbye - as far as I've managed to ascertain, anyway. I wouldn't say he's a complete mute - he does speak - but he's close enough for me to label him as one, I think.
You nod your head, understanding.You said -
Once again she interrupts you:Yes..I did say five years, didn't I? He is in fact about six years old, but the first year of his life, he spent with his sister, Lunuhris. They wouldn't talk to me. I'm still not sure why. I don't question it, they were kinda young. Obviously you look confused at the mention of the name; after a pause, the girl continues.Lunuhris is his twin sister. She seems to have control over light.. Amongst other things.
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let me tell you everything
Name: Lunuhr
Real Age: About 850 years (an estimate)
Appears: Ageless, at 6 years
Birthday: August 17th
Gender: Male
Species: Lupe
Painted: Shadow
Ability: Mist control
Speech: Through the mind
Homeland: He can't remember
Current Home: Shukumei
Love: None
Children: None
Siblings: Lunuhris
Parents: None - he was "created
Guardian: Durnfall
Owner: Tawreh
Physical Description
Tall and slender, Lunuhr is more wiry than filled out, although the thick fur that covers his body makes him seem more muscular. His pelt is entirely grey save for the single blue upturned triangle under his right eye, which glows permanently. No-one is quite sure what this does - some think it's a form of hindrance, but he seems to be unaffected by it. His fur lies in a number of directions, hardly seeming to keep to one place, as if it's constantly windswept - but Lunuhr makes no attempt to keep it neat, nor to tamper with it in any way. To set off his appearance, his eyes are a startling pink, seeming ever-brighter thanks to the darkness of his grey fur. They're piercing yet beautiful at the same time.
Mental Assessment
At first Lunuhr might appear as a cautious individual. He is all too aware that he will not live forever, unlike his sister and close companion, Durnfall; therefore he is eager to face each day as it comes, yet be careful about what he does. A lot of the time he spends in quiet thought, thinking about life and the stars, and, more importantly, the moon - he loves the moon and spends every opportunity he can get staring at it. To top it all off, he is a near-mute: he rarely speaks except to greet people. His sister has taught him how to send messages through his mind, but he cannot read the thoughts of others, although very few humans know of this skill - not even his owner does. Lunuhr wishes for the power and grace that his sister has, but he knows that he will never get it.
Powers
Just because Tawreh doesn't think that Lunuhr can move mist without touching her, it's not true. In fact, he can manipulate the mist wherever he goes. Every time a paw touches the ground, a shimmer of mist seeps from under his pawpad. With a gentle breath he can send fog rolling through a forest. His other major power is of thought projection - he can send his thoughts into the minds of selected others, be it to one or one thousand others, as long as he can pinpoint their positions. He cannot read the thoughts of others, however. Many are scared that he might be able to. Finally, Lunuhr is ageless, but not immortal - if killed, he will die, but he preserves the body he was given many hundreds of years ago when he first became ageless.
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the ones you can't choose, but would i want to?
A shadow of a smile crosses Lunuhr's face; he looks up to Tawreh, who placed her hand upon the Lupe's head most affectionately.Of course, because of his powers, Lunuhr is most set apart from other denizens of the world. Yet he does have family, the few that will always stand beside him and support him. Lunuhr lowers his head and looks at you, quirking an eyebrow, a silent laugh in his eyes.
 Tawreh
First up of course, naturally, you have me, his ... well I don't know what you want to call me. I'm Tawreh, but I'm not Lunuhr's owner or anything like that. He and his sister seem to have just "picked" me to live with, and I guess I feel more than a little honoured. Anyway, I'm female, from the UK, and I've been about here for the last what, 8 years or so? I still don't know the extent of Lunuhr's abilities, despite living with him for six years; but I'm sure that with time I'll learn them, and he knows that I'll always be here for him. As cheesy as it sounds, it's true.
 Lunuhris
Naturally his sister Lunuhris needs a mention here. These two have a relationship unlike that of any others I've ever known. As far as I am aware, they tell each other everything, but they don't seem to talk whilst doing it - which is the strangest thing. If I didn't know any better I'd assume they communicated through their minds, but I don't know. Anyway, on more than one occasion, Lunuhr has made it more than clear that he would do anything for his sister - not short of giving his life, either. I think that's the kind of dedication that only comes with a life time of trust, and I almost envy the relationship these two have.
 Durnfall
And the last in our little "family" is Durnfall, the one that was sent to protect Lunuhris. Oddly enough, Lunuhr looks at Durnfall as a brother, and treats him like one, too. Sometimes they're inseparable, other times, they don't want anything to do with each other. These two have a bizarre relationship, but that could be to do with a personality clash - Lunuhr's far more laid back, whilst Durnfall has a, um, more "fiery" personality. If you know Durnfall you'll understand that a little better, but it's not my place to explain it here.
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the ones you can choose
 Tazz
The first of Lunuhr's friends is actually one that I introduced him to. Tazz is an adorable little Droolik who likes to hang around with Lunuhr, although he doesn't go quite so far as to follow him on excursions outside of the house - for some reason, he seems to be afraid of outdoors. That doesn't stop him from being fiercely loyal to his "owner", though, and you can find them together at home just as often as you can find Lunuhr and Lunuhris together. I don't know if that's something that Lunuhr manages to do to others - he seems to inspire a never-ending loyalty, which is odd, but it most certainly can't be a bad thing.
 Exha
Exha, from what I've heard, is simply unlike any other creature Lunuhr has had the luck to come across. When he's not with his sister, I often find him just.. lazing around with Exha. My understanding is that they are the closest and very best of friends, and the amount of time they spend together really seems to agree with that. Whenever things get too much for Lunuhr, he finds his way to Exha. I know she shares his passion for music, and it's strange to watch them, because she's such a chatterbox; he just listens. It's as if she can read his mind though, because she quite happily responds. Watching them is so interesting: they almost work in harmony. I think Exha is Lunuhr's one true friend, and he'll never find a replacement for her.
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my one, my only
Lunuhris... Tawreh looks down at Lunuhr, whose eyes have lit up and his ears lifted at the sound of his sister's name. She's been mentioned a few times now, hasn't she? But I don't think I could tell you just what she means to Lunuhr. I don't think anybody could, apart from him.
But I do know that they were sent here together. I heard it said that one cannot exist without the other, but Lunuhris tells me that's not true - it would be difficult, but one could live without the other. I do know that they came to me at the same time - exactly the same; they walked in synch, I couldn't tell you which I laid eyes upon first. From the start, they insisted they were treated the same way, but you can tell just by looking at them that they are two completely different entities.
To look at Lunuhr you see a scruffy, unkempt creature, who doesn't care about himself; but Lunuhris is completely the opposite. And yet you can tell why this is the case. Lunuhr would happily give his life up for Lunuhris, because she is that dear to him. Only with her is he truly, truly happy. They spend many a lazy day by the river, just enjoying each others' company. Tawreh looks back up at you again, searches your face for recognition, familiarity. I don't suppose you know that feeling, do you? I've been told there are few who have a bond as deep as that, let alone with a sibling as opposed to a partner or a lover. Her hand begins to play with the loose fur on the top of Lunuhr's head until he pulls away, stands and shakes his fur out. She watches as he stretches, then extends a hand to you, the same hand that had been scratching at Lunuhr's head.
Nervously, watching where Lunuhr walks, you reach up and take her hand; expecting that uncomfortable tug in the back of your stomach again, you're surprised not to feel it, and instead you just feel warmth spreading through your body again. There is still a trace of the Lupe's warmth on Tawreh's fingers, and she's offered it to you. Gratefully, you smile at her, and she grins back. Not everything here is out of the ordinary, you know. That warmth, that's what it feels to Lunuhris when she's near her brother, she says. Just a warmth that comes from someone that she trusts implicitly. I sure think it'd be great to have someone trust me that deeply. More than great. Sadly, now, she smiles, and you both turn to watch Lunuhr wandering away, tail waving behind him. Maybe we should follow him? you suggest, and Tawreh nods.
Let's.
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the mystic orb in the sky
As you follow the Lupe you begin to notice that it's not just misty, it's a lot darker than you realised before. The night has taken on a new crispness and the clouds above are beginning to clear, the sky becoming slowly littered with stars and there - the moon. In awe, you stop and gaze up at it, at just the same time that Lunuhr does. His tail flicks slowly, his eyes close and he takes a deep breath, which he exhales slowly.
Behind you, Tawreh approaches quietly. She lays a hand on your shoulder and begins to whisper to you, so she doesn't disturb Lunuhr. For some reason, both he and his sister - are you beginning to understand how similar and close these two are? - take energy or something from the moon. I don't quite get it myself, but I have come to notice that around the time of the full moon they're a lot more energetic. Well, she stifles a giggle, energetic in the sense that they get up and go a lot more; Lunuhr doesn't seem to do the whole "run and jump and play" routine, so maybe it's not the right word for it.
Indeed, as you watch Lunuhr with his head raised, you notice the blue triangle under his eye glowing steadily. The mist swirled around his feet, gathering and moving across his body, across the meadow, and all around you. You begin to quake with fear, but then remember the warmth you felt earlier, and relax; and it just brushes past you as Lunuhr's eyes snap open and he turns back towards you and Tawreh. His eyes are a more vibrant pink, the blue under his eye glows more brightly, but he seems just the same otherwise. Calmly, he trots back towards you both, and as he comes, the mist clears.
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the place i'm glad to call home
Lunuhr spends an almost inordinate amount of time out of the house, says Tawreh as she links her arm through yours and guides you away from where you have just stood. Once again, you tense at the touch of an unfamiliar hand, but then you relax as you realise she's just doing it out of friendliness. And what's the harm in being warm back? But for the most part, he does spend a lot of time in one place - or rather, a land. It's somewhere called Shukumei, or, as he tells me, "Your Fate". It sounds an interesting place to me. I would certainly like to visit some day, but he tells me the guardian dragons keep the place clear of humans.
Here she laughs, Guardian dragons! To be honest, Shukumei sounds more like a product of a child's imagination, with mountains, grasslands, lava pits and snowfall all in one place. It sounds stupidly surreal to me. But she shakes her head, and looks down at Lunuhr, who is now keeping pace besides you. But he speaks of it with such passion, as does Lunuhris, that I'm fairly certain it's not a place they've dreamed up. And they come home much happier, so who am I to disagree? I'm sure they refer to it as their home from home, their sanctuary.
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one by one, taking over the world
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links back, and links out
Sadly, Tawreh unlinks her arm from yours, and idly swings both of hers by her sides. Lunuhr has stopped as well, and now stands in front of you both. I guess it's time for us to say goodbye, then, smiles Tawreh, a little shyly. I hope you enjoyed your stay, and that Lunuhr didn't weird you out ... too much. Nervously, she laughs, and then sticks a hand out, which you take in your own and shake with a little more confidence than anything else you've done today. It was nice to meet you. I hope you'll come around again! Why not take a little souvenir with you? Just.. to remind you of this place.
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on a misty evening
As you let go of Tawreh's hand and pick a souvenir, she glances at Lunuhr. Taking his cue, he stands and shakes himself just like any normal dog would; then he comes up to you once more and leans heavily against your legs. Tawreh grasps your arm one last time, and you feel that tugging sensation behind your stomach, making you want to be sick. Your vision is foggy, you can't see a thing - you don't even know which way is up -
When all of a sudden, you jerk into wakefulness. You're sitting under your tree again, blinking rapidly. The stream still gurgles just beyond your feet. In fact, it feels just as if you've woken from a very detailed dream. The sun has set now, and mist has really settled in around the banks of the river. Maybe it's time you head home.
Frowning and still blinking, you raise a hand to rub at your sleepy eyes, only to realise that you're still clutching at that souvenir. Was it really a dream? you wonder, as the mist forms a face, and dissipates.
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Character, art and content (c) Tawreh 2003-2009
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