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Post by linnaea on Apr 4, 2010 5:13:42 GMT -5
She scratched her ear, hind leg reaching up and attacking the unseen fleas with vigor. Her eyes colored blue and flawed with brown glimmered listlessly as a yawl tore apart her closed jaws. Linnaea was, to put it bluntly, bored. She smacked her lips and tongue together, ground her teeth, pawed at the ground. What had she thought she would find here atop these mountains; a friend perhaps, her uncle, her father? No, so many had been gone for so long. Were they even still alive anymore? Did they move while she was away, could Deor – her home, her birthplace – be nothing but a fond memory now? She had no idea, her gaze lifted to the cloudy sky above, a shower of rain sprinkling down from there, dotting her pelt with dew, but not strong enough a downpour to leave her soaked. She blinked and squinted, trying to block the spray from burning her vision, and then she looked away from the sky, towards the steppes below. She saw very little there, mostly dirt and stone, there was the occasional crow or various other scavengers. Once she thought she’d seen a goat, but it passed so quickly she decided it was some unknown specter long since dead and it’s body was far past decayed and already buried by the silt and dirt, it had already been claimed back by the earth.
Linnaea sat there for a long time, just staring at the passer-bys, the birds, the insects, the rain. Nothing seemed to move her from her perch, until soon she was standing, sooner she was moving her tired paws and climbing back down the mountain side. Perhaps there would be more life lower down, perhaps she would be lucky enough to find another Varg, or maybe she would find a tree to talk to like she did so often when alone. A wolf had to keep sane somehow, she still got lonely, she wasn’t born into a Kerl’s life, and she had thrown herself into it. But if the trees talked back, well she would need to find someone who was an actual living and speaking something to make sure she wasn’t all lost. |
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Post by ▪ Talar ▪ on Apr 4, 2010 18:48:45 GMT -5
At an altitude of the Earth, mostly on mountains and Plautus, there is always that place where the clouds come to settle and further more becomes an up and down. A blanket of wet clouds find their level around these lands. And Talar happened to be in these clouds. She found them hanging low yesterday at the base of the mountain. So she went up and up till she met the white fog. When the fae was young, she always thought that was where the dead went. In the night they'd hunt on the wolf trail-- The milky way. And in the day They'd come and relax to watch over us in the clouds. I think it's a lie. Talar thought bitterly, yes she believed in the Gods, and Heaven. But she knew that there was no where on earth a live wolf could reach the dead. She spoke in the mist around her, "I came to you, but I cannot smell or see you. I'll have to assume that this is not your hiding spot." She felt almost disappointed as she loped back down the side of the mountain. I've spent too much time from Ge-Rad, but whenever I am there I would find no one but myself. So I search for them out here.
Her pelt felt quite damp from the foggy. And it was starting to sink into her coat giving her a small shiver. Loping clumsily through the trees she was hopeless. The live are just about as hard to find as the dead. She thought and stumbled over a few roots, but didn't care. It only hurt her for a second and she felt fine once again. The mountain was a frontier she'd long-ago accomplished, but still felt the need to be here. Closer to the Gods, still thinking that if she was closer, that maybe they'd pay a bit more of attention to her. A scent came on the wind, and she felt hope at once. Thinking it was Heaven at last, but just realizing she wasn't in the cloud anymore. Talar gave a sigh and loped along once again to the scent. Who knows.. It could be someone interesting... And she gave it a shot, not really caring for a blessing or worrying of hostility. Times just seemed to pass by like that with Talar. wolves were just wolves. |
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Post by linnaea on Apr 5, 2010 1:41:05 GMT -5
The descent was slow going, but Linnaea didn’t care to travel quickly, haste often meant accidents which lead to injuries that were more than just troublesome when you traveled on your own and without a pack. So she moved slowly, her paws sinking slightly into the softened dirt-not-quite-mud, creating divots and evidence of her passing. Her black and white tail hung behind her, neither submissive nor dominant, and her stance mirrored these. Rather she seemed to be rather emotionless with her display, not forward, not reserved, neither happy nor sad. Still, her scent was being pushed backwards, and though she knew quite well the dangers of being so unaware, being alone took the edge of fear away. Plus the Balkan wolves had been missing. Perhaps not in their lands, but outside of them at least, they no longer held sway on the land and it was nature that took hold in their place. No Wolfbane, no Tor, no Fenris, but Linnaea didn’t believe in Gods, she thought fondly of wandering spirits, the dead who still walk the earth. But to her there was no Wolf Trail, no Heaven, only superstitions from those who were too afraid of what might lie after death, too afraid of the Red Meadow.
Linnaea herself had seen plenty of such atrocities, she’d killed many Herla alongside friends, seen friends killed in accidents – in fights, she’d been alive the day her mother had died, waiting with her brother, she’d been there when she and her only sibling had met her father for the first time. She’d been there when her father came back to take her to the den after he’d supposedly taken her brother. And for that she knew and loved Arous, he was long since dead as well, nothing but a memory as the soft voice of her mother.
But she had a proud lineage to carry and continue, daughter of the Dragga and Drappa of Deor, or at least the past Drappa. Perhaps she would find those lands of her home soon, but the memories of wolves were so short, and the land had changed so much it was becoming something near impossible to locate. Even scent trails were far too faint to track. Where had the world gone, she wondered to herself, where had the life gone? Oh it was indeed around, simply in the air, the birds flying, the trees and their buds, but there were no wolves. A sad thing indeed for one who was looking for others, Linnaea was only half looking, and it was fitting that she was half found.
She’d heard the steps before anything else; the wind was against her nose and brought only the smell of damp earth and falling water. She would pause her tread and then turn, slowly, unthreateningly. “Lo and behold, but there is some life left here after all, and I was thinking it was barren as a wasteland.” She said gently, pleasantly as she could, though she must’ve sounded a tad bit off. Lone wolves never held conversations well, their minds didn’t connect with others so well. Or perhaps it was just Linnaea, afflicted with the same disease as her uncle (though if he was diseased she knew not of what or if he was at all) but most likely a milder misfortune. She was not crazed, in any case, not yet at least. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?” |
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Post by ▪ Talar ▪ on Apr 5, 2010 7:37:09 GMT -5
Faith is uncertainly. Faith is the exact opposite of knowing exactly it. People who know too much or worry too much, tend to loose such allies with the Gods. And After a while, the lone thought seemed to drift from the she-wolfs mind. But it kept coming back to annoy her, for she was uncertain, but held her trust as whenever she could. If they are there, why don't the reassure us. It cannot be because they are too busy or just trust us to believe them. For I know not to put my life in their hands just in faith. She growled at her own frustration, trying to let it only be. She'd grown up with religion, it was always there, and the stories of Sita. They just seemed to be so close and real. But they now have begun to fade, and Talar faced death with even more fear than she had before.
Talar took a small breath and stopped immediately. Tracks were formed perfectly in a dry mud-like path. Like it was almost a large sign saying 'I went this way!' She could find from the tracks that the wolf was not running and going at a leisurely pace. Well that could be good, easy to catch up, but something also seemed odd, like she had been in this situation before, and it turned into a trap. Nevertheless did that stop Talar, she went strait on ahead. You see, Talar is a young wolf, foolish, and the inexperienced who'd think that they'd be invincible any day. Talar had only once experienced another's death, but left that place before it would've happened again. She never had the horrid, dark days in the past like most. It was only for she was inexperienced, and for that all of her life she'd managed to avoid dangers and tragedies by having friends, but never having someone so close to that you'd put thought into caring about. Not even her own parents. Talar came this far just barley, and also knowing that even though she'd managed her first few, young years in life, she had much to go. Well if it wasn't cut off short too close.
Talar had finally caught up much now, and heard a voice, but couldn't make out what it was. Though she smelt the wonders of the air telling her it was a fae, and the mood was much relaxed. Talar even edged further and came out to see the brown, black and dust colored she-wolf herself. With a perfect stance that showed nothing but impassiveness.
“To whom do I owe the pleasure?”
Talar nodded her head, tail relaxed and with much of her figure, almost mimicking the other wolf's. "A languid fool who has traveled too far from her home, Ge-Rad." She replied, her eyes sharp and happy all at the same time, and she laughed like it was her own joke. And she still felt the weight of her semi-wet coat pull her chest down, "And who may be my hostess? And what brings her to these high lands claimed by the ghosts?" Talar replied with a slight bow of her head, she knew to be plighter. For she could smell the Alli pack of Deor only faintly on the she-wolf's coat. as if this wolf had been away from home for quite a long time. Talar understood just this, and it was if the wolves of Transylvania weren't getting killed off but almost disappearing off into the mist and forever gone without a trace. Soon they'd be just stories, then myths, finally legends and of course how every story ends... Forgotten. Talar's teal eyes suddenly went dull and full of disappointmeant.
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Post by linnaea on Apr 6, 2010 20:23:43 GMT -5
A bitter smile tugged at Linnaea’s lips, her eyes looked tired, she could understand this other Varg’s feelings quite easily. There was sympathy in her voice, in her face, as she spoke to this companion, still so young in her mind. “Just a ghost of the lands, roaming the emptiness, somewhat like you it seems.” Unlike the other she didn’t laugh. “But formalities aside, I am known as Linnaea, lost heir to Deor.” But the smell of that pack was long gone from her pelt, replaced by the scent of dirt, of the trees, of the rain. Almost like she didn’t exist anymore herself, and rightly so she’d been gone so long, even though her body was not ghostly silver, though she was covered in mud, and the ink, and snow. She flicked her overo tail, once and moved her glance from the sad fae before her to the sad day below.
Her eyes of the world watched carefully the goings on below, as if she was searching for something. “Days like this are so gloomy, but it’s just after winter so rightly so. See there, it looks like there’s still some snow.” She indicated with her nose to a patch hidden by a dead tree, it sat at the base, muddy and filthy looking, as the branches and trunk covered it and protected it by twisting and reaching out grotesquely. Like jagged and pointy fingers reaching from twisted arms and torso with no head to speak of but the spirals that weaved out into twigs and other limbs, it’s roots firmly in the ground, and yet still poking from the other side of the cliff it sat on, as if searching for something to hold onto before it might fall. “Days like this I feel most grounded, unlike when it’s sunny and blue.” She paused. “It’s almost like you’d fall up into the sky on those days.”
She was amusing herself more than the other wolf, if she looked the body would be there to remind her, but they both seemed to be so far off in their own worlds. She in her loneliness, the other in her searching
//please don't metagame, it's been at least two years since linnaea has last been in her birthpack, the smell won't still be there. also you might want to try to connect your post more, read it out loud to yourself to see if what you've written actually works together because they are often hard to understand. |
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Post by ▪ Talar ▪ on Apr 8, 2010 19:44:27 GMT -5
Talar saw the smile go up greatly on the Fae's maw before she spoke. She could recall in the still air how their intentions were quite similar, but they themselves were yet so different. "It's a pleasure Linnaea. You may call me Talar, just... Ge-Radian." It took her a time to answer, it was hard to speak her place when she didn't quite have one yet. But she kept hope that one day her pack would awaken from it's winter sleep and she could find her rank to help her pack mates. Now she just felt like this little pack of hers could have some memories to share and love to spread. Her optimism changed over this short period of time once she thought of Ge-Rad. a place she knew she should spend her time in more, more than she did out here.
The sandy fae nodded in agreement, the winter bringing much loss. For it was not only her who had noticed that, "Indeed it is, as summer takes it's sleep. I feel much the same, just as if my long walks out of the boarders have turned into a distraction. I guess we all feel it, the need to fly away once the first signs of cold come." Talar spoke impassively once more and almost grew to understand Linnaea just a bit, and gave her own view in response. For a moment Talar felt a little asleep in her own dream, but didn't feel the guilt, for this new she-wolf was too, "Tell me, what lead you astray to be lost heir of Deor? Speak if you don't mind me asking." Talar had always felt pity for herself too much, and she loved to hear others history. For if they had a good life up to this point, she felt envy and longing, but also happiness for them. And if their past was much more dreadful than her's, she indeed would feel sorry, but also be glad to know that there was always someone out there who had it worse. It made her feel lucky in these ways. Not to say... I'm also quite a curious one. She began to herself. She knew lives were fading at this very second, all of the lera and putnar around her loosing the need to carry on, having nothing left to take for their own, nothing to grasp them to reality. The just disappeared with the flurries of snow, not to be seen again.
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Post by linnaea on Apr 29, 2010 15:01:21 GMT -5
“It is good to meet you as well, Talar of Ge-Rad. Once when I was a pup we would’ve been allied through our homes.” If things had changed then surely the alliance between Ge-Rad and Deor was gone, or perhaps such alliances still existed, and it was just a matter of reconnecting them.
“Now that’s a question, isn’t it? I met a Kerl in my youth, and when your father is away as much as mine was, with no mother to speak of you find your replacements on the way.” She paused, thoughtfully. “He taught me to hunt on my own, properly and with regard for the world around us. In the loneliness I found as a Kerl, I also found family and an understanding of the one I left behind. Of course, I left without telling my dad, so I thought I should someday come back and let him know I’m not dead.” Linnaea smiled lazily. She wore her past on her pelt, open for the world to see, for who would care if she dropped off the face of the planet unless she wove her thread through the passing fancies that she found, through fleeting friendships, through family? “What of you Talar, what brings you so far from your home? If memory serves Ge-Rad is a ways away from the mountains.”
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Post by ▪ Talar ▪ on May 2, 2010 9:04:00 GMT -5
Talar listened with a solemn look on her face. It was strange not to agree with Linnaea, a life in the pack you sometimes time feel ignored and possibly unloved or ignored by your friends and family. Talar felt this too, the only difference was that she wasn’t born in Ge-Rad. Once Talar had joined, she felt it no different than being a kerl. One of the few changes she felt was just the ability to roam Ge-Radian lands and not get her pelt torn off. Yes, she had friends in Ge-Rad, but she still ventured out as if looking for something more. But what am I looking for?... She had wondered only moments after Linnaea was finished. Talar twisted her head in the direction of her home, “Saying ‘someday’ usually outputs to never.” Talar spoke, almost as if it were more of a fact than observation. Talar knew she was younger than this fae, and it was almost disrespectful to say things back like a know-it-all. But Talar went on, a little choked up in her throat, “If I were you, I would take that chance to see your father… me I wish I had that possibility. I can never see my own father again. Family is so fragile. Before you know it, they all wither away.” The fae's sandy head was low, but she wasn't looking for sympathy, maybe just understanding.
Talar then sighed genuinely at Linnaea’s question, because she didn’t know the answer. Could Linnaea even know? “Yes, quite a ways away. I adore Ge-Rad, but there is always something that pulls me out of its boarders. I don’t know what, but it’s like my nose is trying to lead me somewhere. But I only lead into trouble.” Talar shook her head not making eye contact with the she-wolf near her. She felt almost bad for Linnaea, for how do you answer to a problem like Talars? “I wonder when my restlessness of a pup’s will finally go away.” She went on again, and even though her words sometimes didn’t make sense together, the message was as clear as glass. And like every other adolescent, Talar wanted to grow up. |
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Post by linnaea on May 2, 2010 16:16:07 GMT -5
“Maybe, but they’re with you forever.” Linnaea added, scratching an itch on her side, lifting her left forepaw to accommodate the movement. Perhaps she had just been a Kerl for so long that she was going batty, but she could almost swear that her mother and brother came to her in the late hours of the evening. Sometimes they were disfigured and horrifying messes, other times they were as she remembered them, albeit rather fuzzy. “Family I mean, they never really leave you, even if their dead. Their memories live on in you. That’s how I think of my mother and brother.” Oh the haunting that she’d had when she left! At least at first, it was horrible, but once she got used to seeing her family in such broken bodies she became desensitized and it became much easier. To look at them was like to look at something rare and beautiful now-days, since they were gone. But she heard their voices in the wind, Lucivar’s gentle voice cooing at her wriggling form, her brother prodding at all her imperfections.
“Growth comes in time, and time often isn’t quick. I once wanted to grow and to be an adult. But noses, they’re for tracking, and only to be followed when you know what you’re after. It’s the heart that you follow blindly – though that sometimes leads to more danger than any scent could hope to.” She looked thoughtful or otherwise partially crazed. There was a far-off look in her eyes as if she were remembering something from a long time ago; rightfully so as she was getting up in years what with being almost five. She thought about settling down sometimes, finding a pack or making one, having pups. With her luck she was probably barren by now. She grinned suddenly. “Maybe we just need some real men.” |
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Post by ▪ Talar ▪ on May 11, 2010 7:13:53 GMT -5
"Just Maybe. Faith helps me believe that they roam the wolf trail." She spoke, her words like fluids gently streaming down a hillside. Talar understood what Linnaea was saying, but she had to argue. "Wouldn't it be better to see them alive though... Yes I comply that they are always with us in memories and sort, but shall your last few words to them end in forgiveness? Do they know that you still love them by being out here. Dead or Alive." Then the sandy-fae let out breath of air like it had been holding her back. Small Lera made noise behind her as they woke up from their sleep. It was the only thing that broke the silence in between the two varg.
"What happened to them?... I mean your mother and brother, if you don't mind me asking." Curiosity drove this out of her mouth. And Talar couldn't help but be one to nose in another business. She liked listening to stories, and she like to just know things. Random knowledge that could possibly be a little bit of advice. For right now, that's what Talar needed the most. She felt lost inside her own dragging thoughts. Talar looked at Linnaea's far-off gaze, it almost made her shiver with those empty eyes. Talar knew what the she-wolf was getting at, but Talar was one to fidget with things, and always needed to keep busy, but she couldn't do that with a pack that seemed out of existence. The sandy-fae just nodded her head lightly and laughed at Linnaea's last comment, "Agreeable!"
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Post by linnaea on May 14, 2010 17:02:56 GMT -5
Linnaea scoffed, snorting out a laugh. “What apologies need I make to my family? We’ve done no wrongs to each other. Your family will know you love them regardless of whether you’ve left home or not. Think about it. Really think about it. When one doesn’t leave in anger, but for growth, there is no ill will between a parent and their children.” She scratched another itch on her side. “Are you so young that you don’t realize our parents have eyes? And what if I’d died? You think it would make a difference if I returned then? I do not as I would not be here. I see no point in your argument.” Her brow quirked, raising in her skepticism, whether it was the mindset of the faithless or just the possibly crazed Fae it was yet to be determined. “If you cannot reach your destination, why fret on the consequences, they are not yours once you’re blood has been spilled or your heart has stopped.”
But she paused. What had happened to her mother? Her distant eyes changed, looking dead and very obviously not all there, and she was quiet for a long time… The occurrences of so long ago dredging forward from deep within her mind, but what indeed had happened? Linnaea didn’t even really know. Images appeared in her mind, her mother’s soft voice filled her ears. Hush child, I’m going to find your father, you’ll meet him soon. Then the warmth was gone. Then her brother was talking, his relentless teasing, but they loved each other as siblings should, and treasured the company. Father will like me best. I will be a strong Dragga and will take over in his place. You’ll be our Sikla since you have no name! His laughter faded and soon he was gone too. And her father… He was absent most of her life sure, but she’d had much time with him when younger, she had known him as a mother and a father. I shall call you Linnaea.
Her mouth was parted, and perhaps Talar should be worried about the tri-hued fae, her eyes staring fixedly in front of her, body still, seemingly so far away. “I do not remember.” She said then, recovering from the moment, blinking away the insanity ebbing in her mind. What happened? She wondered herself, but she’d simply know her mother and brother to be dead. She had no idea her darling uncle had killed Lucivar in cold blood, and how could she know that Arous was murdered by her father’s own careful teeth for looking like the monster that killed their mom. And how could she blame him as he cared for her when growing up, and how could she hate him when he left for so long, and that she could not say goodbye before leaving to learn and grow outside of a pack that wanted little to do with her? None of it was important, though the thoughts screamed and cried in the back of her mind. “But it is no longer important. They are gone, but always with me. Always in my dreams and they still care for me. So it is fine.”
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