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Post by nageam on Mar 16, 2006 22:29:57 GMT -5
Soft pads tread across a frozen ground. The young cub was bored, her dappled pelt soaking in the warm sun while being buffeted by a sharp breeze. Auditory sensors were alert, twitching this way and that to detect whatever sounds there might be, in case of an ambush. It seemed that those connected to the dark were drawn to her in some strange way. They just kept appearing out of nowhere, it was rather odd. Nageam had to wonder if maybe there was a particular reason, maybe Wolfbane was trying to coax her to his side by sending the darkness to fetch her, or maybe it was all pure coincidence. Whatever it was, Nageam was not at ease as pups should be.
The white and gray figure was tense, she was pacing back and forth by the riverside, it seemed as though she might be pondering how thin the ice would be (or rather why she kept running into all these Varg who had chosen the darkness). The cub sighed heavily, her head hanging down in both boredom and dismay. Her pale green orbs glistened in the sunlight, almost as if they held tiny stars. Her nose twitched as she sampled the scents around her, most were old, a few were fresh, though none smelled familiar.
Frost glistened on the branches of trees and brush, the sandy clearing beside the river was cold, hardened by last night’s freeze. It was a wonder that it wasn’t colder out. The sky was clear with the acceptation of a few puffy, white clouds, Nageam wondered if they might carry snow, winter was no fun with the little amount of snow that there was now. She liked gloomy days after all, rain, storms, anything other than clear sunny days. It was strange, yes, almost as strange as meeting mostly dark wolves, not only that but mostly black wolves. The dappled she-cub gazed up at the sky, a crooked smile on her face that gave her a rather silly, but thoughtful look.
Now that she thought about it, there seemed to be more to being a Varg of darkness that what was stereo-typed. It seemed that if one wanted badly to be a follower of Wolfbane, they not only had to be willing, but they had to have the dark spirit and moods to go with it. Nageam didn’t think she possessed these qualities, and she wasn’t sure if she were happy about that. She looked down at the frozen river, it was glistening with accumulating dew, it seemed the ice was melting away. Slowly, but maybe by lunch it would be gone completely. The cub relaxed a little and just listened to the woods around her.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 16, 2006 22:55:42 GMT -5
Stepping lightly between the trees Dakota made his way to the rushing river that sounded ahead of him. The sound of the thrashing waters was the first welcome one Dakota had heard in a long time. Relizing once agian just how famished he was he quickened his pace another notch. Looking around him Dakota noticed just how dark the forest seemed. Dispited the glowing sun ahead the black shadows seemed to creep in around him, threatening to pull him in at any moment. Shaking his head lightly Dakota chased the thoughts out of his head and once agian trained his bright emerald eyes in the direction of the river.
Finially coming the to opening where the trees opened into the rocky banks of the river Dakota couldn't keep a relived sigh from escaping his ebony jaws. Reatching the water's edge he dipped his head in and took a few long drinks. As the cool water fillied his mouth and rushed quickly down his throat Dakota felt instant relife. Finally satisfied that he had had his fill Dakota lifted his muzzle out of the waters and finally caught notice of the young white fae pacing on the other side of the rushing river. Water dripped off of his handsome muzzle as he watched her.
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Post by nageam on Mar 16, 2006 23:14:44 GMT -5
Nageam glanced around, she’d heard the waters shifting somewhere across the river. The young cub blinked as she saw the figure of a brute at the other side of the river, clear across the way. Her green eyes met his own oculars. Her head tilted, and her thoughtful look seemed to vanish into a mask of unreadable emotions. She was analyzing the mascu. Now that she was a little older, older than a few weeks before, she tended to be analytic, she tried not to judge others or let her analyzing get in the way, but sometimes she couldn’t help it.
He was handsome, granted, but the cub was far too young to be thinking of mates or even be considering the thought. She simply found that his looks were pleasing to the eyes, not like the Night Hunter she’d met a while back, his body had been grotesque and bulky. This Varg was sleek, and younger than the Balkan had been, yet he was older than her. Her white, gray splattered pelt was tickled by the breeze again, and her auds pressed to her cranium for a moment.
The cub had grown since the few weeks before, her legs were longer, she lost some of her cub fat and become much leaner than before. She was growing into her ears and paws, and her tail was even longer too. She still held quite a few of her puppy quirks, her body grew faster than her personality, it took time for one’s mind to develop after all, one has to be taught in order to change. She smiled a little more, it was nice to have a companion, even if they were on the opposite sides of the defrosting river. Her scent being pushed away from her and toward him, she wasn’t at all worried about it though.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 17, 2006 19:07:10 GMT -5
Watching the young fae's face Dakota could see the emotions and thoughts as they played across her face. The she-wolf seemed young, younger then himself even. Dakota didn't really have much experiance with young varg, he hadn't had any siblings let alone any younger ones. And he himself was too young to have any pups of his own. Silently Dakota thought to himself that he was glad that while this fae was young she wasn't an outright pup.
Taking a few steps forward all four of his long straight legs now rested in the cool waters of the river. The light breeze was playing with his thick black pelt and made the hairs stand on end. With his blocky head held high in the air and his thick fuzzy ears tipped all the way forward Dakota pulled his long tail up over his back and wagged the end of it gently as a sign of greeting.
While he was doing his best to apper friendly in the back of his mind he kept his scenses ready if the new fae turned out to be unwelcoming. And his green eyes moved rapidly over the area as his body tensed a little in apprehention of any fight. "Hello....", he called loudly over the sounds of the rushing river waters. His voice was deep but smooth and rich. As the white fae's strong scent finally reached his jet black nose Dakota took long deep breaths so that he could fully analyze the scent. His nose wiggled and twitched as he continued to sniff the new visiter. She didn't smell like anything bad...and at the moment he was pretty confident that the new she-wolf was friendly.
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Post by nageam on Mar 18, 2006 0:36:42 GMT -5
A smile played upon the face of the cub, she really did attract Varg with black pelage, she was sure of it now. She liked his eyes though, they seemed almost as deep as her own, though they were richer in color. She dipped her head in a bow, both of greeting and respect for his age. She gave this greeting to all that were older than herself. Her ears pricked at the sound of his voice, it was as any male’s would be, rich and deep. “Good morning,” she responded in her own silky voice, though still in its higher range due to her age.
Her paws shifted on the hard ground, pure white, almost as her face. But as she shifted into a seated position the vast amount of gray that sullied her fur was quite apparent. The darkest being at the tip of her tail, dappling her pelt up toward her face, which happened to be a pure, snowy white. Her ears were tipped lightly with gray.
Since she was young she hadn’t quite grown into the large paws and ears, and her tail was still short, though not as much as it had been. Her eye glistened brightly, she was always glad to meet someone new, she didn’t discriminate. It did seem a little odd that almost all her companions had been the inverted color of herself, though she’d run into one wolf of gold. “What are you doing out so early?” it was a hypocritical thing to ask, since she was also up as the sun was bringing color or the sky, but it seemed appropriate.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 18, 2006 1:21:55 GMT -5
Dakota smiled and bowed his own dark head in return to the she-wolf's polite greeting. With her movments he was surprised to notice that although he thought she bore a pure snow white pelt it was in fact spashed with varying shades of grey. All save for her young face which remained the clean white color that he had thought to cover her whole body. Although the young fae appered to still have some growing to do Dakota thought he could see the possiblities of an slim elegant varg as her age progressed. He was equaly as starttled to see that she too carryed her own set of light green eyes. A trait he had once thought to only see in himself.
Bringing his mind back to the moment at hand he tipped his ears forward to catch her light voice as it travled across the waters. A light playful grin crossed his face as his ears detected the high arc of her words that gave away the secret of just how young she was. "I'm just wandering.", he said in return to her question. "I do my best travleing in the early morning when the air is still cool and dewy. Being as my fur is such a dark color it absorbs alot of the sunlight so I have never been able to handle the heat very well." With each word his sharp white teeth reflected the soft morning sunlight that was now growing stronger with each passing minute. The bright reflections made it almost seem as if he held a little of the sun's bright light right in his broad jaws. "Plus I have always been a sucker for a good sunrise or sunset." he added. " I try to catch them whenever I can, I love to watch Fenris mix the colors in the sky as the bright moon take's over for night's watch." He was surprised by this obmission. Although it wasn't a dark life secret Dakota was always hesitent to share bits of his life with varg he couldn't be sure where trustworthy.
"But what are you doing out so early.", he asked. "Oh and my name is Dakota by the way." The words came out as a soft whisper but the silance surrounding the forest allowed them to echo and expand into the cool morning air.
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Post by nageam on Mar 18, 2006 1:59:00 GMT -5
The she-wolf’s ears twitched, forward then backward, the soft velvet catching the words of the male. Her bright eyes glittered as she lifted her head, sunlight playing with the stars that were captured by her gaze. “I am Nageam. And I have nothing in particular to do today. I enjoy these cool mornings as well, but I also prefer the gloom to bright sunlight. The only time I like clear skies is in the evening.” It wasn’t a big secret, in fact, it wasn’t a secret at all. She had never liked the sun much, not since she’d first left her den. Of course when one has spent much time in the darkness of the wood, one would assume that they would adore the sunlight.
“It is very nice to meet you,” she paused gathering and straightening her thoughts. “Have you been in this land long? Where do you hail from?” Her tail wagged in glee, she really was happy to have some company, but it would be rather strange to talk from across the river all day. She pondered whether to cross or not, and if she did, how would she get over the thinning ice safely?
The dappled figure shifts again, but instead of moving into the sunlight, she shied away from it, her eyes soon becoming dulled by the shadows of the bare and naked trees. She glanced around at the ground, scarred by thick tree roots. She could hear the music of winter birds, she could even hear the melody of the wind as it sang through the drumming branches. It was truly a magnificent morning, despite Fenris in all his glory.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 18, 2006 2:32:42 GMT -5
"Nageam...", he whispered testing out the feel of the name on in his own mouth. "Thats a nice name, very unique." The white varg was in fact his first encounter with another wolf in a long time, and he wanted the conversation to last a little longer. Pacing back and forth quickly on the sandy river bank he tried to think of what what the best route to the other side. "Oh heck with it" he whipered. Backing up a few steps he ran head long at the river and catapulted his dark heavy body into the ice cold waters of the rushing river. Crashing through the thin layer of ice Dakota was quickly swep under the waters, his big paws lightly toughinh the rocky bottom below.
Finally finding his strength he pushed up on the river bottom with all the force he could muster and his head popped up above the water's surface. Pumping his strong legs in long fluid strokes he pushed his body closer and closer to the opposite side of the river. When he reatched the strip of land Dakota used his last bit of effort to quickly scramble out of the clear waters. Laying there for a few seconds he straightened his thoughts out and scolded himself for once agian doing something that could have resulted in a messy situation. Then standing up he shook his body violently sending sparkaling dropplets of water flying into the air. Looking back at the river Dakota couldn't help but laugh at his own reflection, his jet colored pelt now stood out in wet clumps all over his body and his ears were flopping off the side of his head, the thick black velvet inside compleatly soaked.
Noticing that he was now much further down the bank than he had started he proceded to walk slowly twards Nargeam as he finished answering her questions. "Yes, I have been in these parts since my birth. But I don't have a pack, I am alone. A Kerl as they say. " The light was shining brightly in his eyes now, and despite the fact that he had almost drowned himself the frozen swim had filled him with renewed energy. "And its nice to meet you to." he added with a smile
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Post by nageam on Mar 18, 2006 2:52:20 GMT -5
Nageam thought she was going to have a heart attack when Dakota plunged into the water. She leapt immediately to her feet and while at the ice, praying for him to make it out alive. She was quite relieved to find him padding up towards her from a ways down the bank of the river. The dappled cub gave a hefty sigh of relief as she noted how insane this masculine wolf was. “If you can believe that Nageam is my sister’s name backwards, then I suppose that it is unique.” she commented, trying to act as though she hadn’t been about to dive in after him. After all, a wolf’s soul is lost when drown in water.
“I come from a place called Bulgaria. Its south of here, and it’s lush forests are now inhabited by Man.” Nageam commented, evening the playing field. Their conversation wasn’t going far, but it was there to some amount.
The woods suddenly came to life as she sun broke through the branches, coveting the dappled wolf and the black wolf with sunlight. Nageam shut her eyes, the sun had been shockingly bright as it emerged from an intruding cloud. When her pale-green eyes opened, her pupils were sharp, black specks lost in an endless green. She smiled lightly, her reaction to the sun had been rather humorous to herself.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 18, 2006 19:32:51 GMT -5
Reatching the young wolf Dakota smiled lightly as she spoke. "So your sister's name is Meagan?", he asked. "Your parents had an odd nameing tenique....but I still like it. It doesn't sound common, you can really stand out with it."
"Mmm..", was all that sound that came out of Dakota's mouth. At the moment he couldn't think of what to say and wondered if he has made a mistake in crossing the river without even one intellegent topic on his mind. But then agian if he had been acting intellegently in the first place he wouldn't have crossed the river in the manner that he did. "I haven't really had many encounters with Man.", he finally said. "I have seen them from afar but not up close or anything. I have come in contact with their hunting dogs however." Dakota's deep voice had suddenly become laced with bitterness as he spoke of the tame animals that worked for humans. He despised them for no other reason other then he just couldn't understand why they would leave the forest for a life of captivaty. And further more why they would try and force others to take the same path.
Squinting as the sun suddenly blazed over the top of the trees Dakota watched Nageam's pupil shrink and almost dissapear into the light green pools that made up her eyes. Already feeling his fur start to heat up he moved a few steps over into a shadyer spot of the embankment and smiled. The fae had almost seemed hurt by the sun's warmth, but when here eyes had opened agian and the light smile appered on her face Dakota couldn't help but laugh.
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Post by nageam on Mar 18, 2006 20:16:26 GMT -5
“Well, my sisters died shortly after I was born, I suppose that they wanted to remember Maegan, but… I could be wrong, I never had much of a chance to ask my parents many questions. We had to leave Bulgaria when the Humans began to hunt us.” Nageam commented, almost in a light hearted manner, she’d gotten passed the feeling of loss long ago when her father had been taken, along with half of her pack, by humans. She had to wonder: If humans are such glorious putnar, then why do then hunt their brethren and not herla?
The cub’s ears twitched at the sound of his laughing, she tilted her head, wondering if he found her reaction as funny as she had. “What’re you laughing at,” she said, in a mocking manner of someone really pushy and rude. Her nose wrinkled slightly to better bring out her feigned personality, of course her wagging tail and coy smile gave way to the truth: she was joking around.
She was still standing upright, a lasting effect from when Dakota had jumped onto the malting ice of the river. Her paws had been repositioned so they were her body width apart. She was having quite the time with Dakota, so far she’d gone from pleasantly curious, to boarder heart attack, to joking. That was quite the change from her usual mood swings, of course they normally came on smaller scales too.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 22, 2006 23:45:30 GMT -5
Down casting his emerald orbs for a moment Dakota thought about what Nageam had just said. Though he had never had any siblings he knew what it felt like to lose members of you family. Shaking his head he relized that he would probaly never forget how it had felt to suddenly lose his whole pack in one fatel swoop. "I'm sorry you had to experiance that", he finally said. "I know what its like to lose those close to you."
Watching the dappled fae's change with every word she said. "You should have seen yourself.", he said. "As soon as the sun the way your face looked and how you snaped your eyes shut so fast it almost seemed as if the sun's light was hurting you." Watching the she-wolf's small tail swing lightly Dakota felt his spirits begin to rise even higher. The fae was bringing out his good mood, something that only showed itself to a select few varg. For some reason this young varg had him at all smiles. Standing up himself Dakota threw his large black head into the air and gave a few short excited howls, just to show how happy he was. All his voice echoed into the grey-blue sky Dakota saw his spirits soaring with them.
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Post by nageam on Mar 23, 2006 22:20:14 GMT -5
“Oh? So my pain is your enjoyment?” Nageam crouched down, her rump remaining in the air as her tail made her body shake slightly with it’s pace. She dug her small claws into the ground and with a great yip, heaved herself forward in a playful, and very badly mustered, pounce. She wasn’t so fit that she could give a hefty pounce that a playful, well maintained pup could. She’d been through quite a bit in the time that she’d been here, after all, and prey was scarce during winter.
The cub nipped at Dakota’s nose, not close enough to bite, but close enough to initiate play. She was a pup after all, and enjoyed to romp and roll. Besides, what better way to make friends then to wrestle in the sandy bank of a river? What could compete with any kind of play at all? Nageam didn’t know, but she knew that now wasn’t the time to dwell on sorrows of the past. It was time to live, and to let live. It was time to rejoice in the life that they had.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Mar 24, 2006 20:14:21 GMT -5
Laughing deeply agian Dakota nodded his black head. "Yes.", he said. His bright green eyes caught the shining rays of sun as his moving head moved in and out of the shadows. Catching him by surprise Nageam's playful yet clumsy pounce made his smile wildly. His velvet lips pulled back two gleaming white rows of teeth. Each paired with a shining set of long fangs.
Bending down into his own "play bow" Dakota wagged his great bushy tail in the air and let his lean body easly follow the swaying rythme of its side to side motion. Then taking one large snow shoe like paw quickly pushed the dappled fae to one side. In a playful manner of course. Then he proceded to pounce around in short spunky jumps and barked playful yips at Negeam. "C'mon!", he said in a deep raspy voice. 'You arn't going to let that little swat stop you are you?" Dakota knew that the she-wolf hadn't planed on letting him get away with it. But what was the harm in a little teasing if it helped to move along a possible friendship.
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Post by nageam on Mar 24, 2006 20:34:19 GMT -5
Nageam rolled with his swipe, she laughed as she gathered herself back to her feet and gave a rather high-pitch growl. Her fur bristled and she charged forward, pouncing at him again. This wouldn’t just be good for wasting energy, but it would train her for later days, when she would be older and possibly in need of protecting her territory. Her large paws were set in front of her, talons carefully adverted by her soft wolven knuckles.
“Hah! Gotcha!” She yipped as she came down for the landing, her tail almost seeming to propel the cub forward. Of course she was assuming that he wouldn’t do anything to move or dodge, even if he probably would. But she was only having fun after all, there was no need to worry about actually doing any damage. This was merely two friends playing by the river.
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