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Post by Shayla on Apr 11, 2007 17:33:19 GMT -5
The night was drawing to a close, and it was probably that all of the GeRad pack would be sleeping within the dens, even the vargs who caught their sleep late would be in there, and it was doubtful that even the early risers would be up and about. The eye of the moon goddess would be low in the sky, but she was shielded from the violence that had occured by the pond dedicated to the deceased Drappa.
A bedraggled and exhausted grey varg struggled to stay on her feet as she forced herself onwards. It had gone past exhaustion now, she was past running, it was now just her and her will-power, and her sheer determination to deliver her message to the rest of her pack.
Shayla's grey pelt was drenched in blood - her own blood. A gash adorned her neck, though luckily, neither her windpipe or her main artery had been severed, though the blood loss, and the loss of blood from the wounds in her left side and on her left leg. She limped now, on three legs, and painstakingly drudged her way forwards.
Shayla had returned from moons exploring other lands, only for her father to tell her of her mother's death, the news of which, Shayla had not dealt with very well, or very smoothly. She had run away, leaving her father on his own, something which she now felt very guilty for doing. She was a terrible daughter, and had been to both her parents. When she had returned, intending on checking out this pond she only found a hoard of Sarnes vargs and Balkar waiting, waiting to wipe out her pack.
One had found her, and she, in all her arrogance and youthful confidence she had thought that she could take him, ha, what a fool she had been. Well she had certainly paid for it.
Wincing as she stumbled on a rock, Shayla just about amanged to keep her balance and stay upright - for she knew if she fell now, that would be it, there would be no getting back up.
Luckily for her, the dens were nearing. Grey eyes, dulled with pain started to relive her "fight" with the black Balkar, amber fleck sparking with pain as she relieved claws tearing at her throat, shredded her side. Shayla whined as she reached the brush that surrounded the dens, limping into them, and collasping as soon as she had passed through the entrance, landing in a heap of bloodied fur with a sharp yelp.
She had done it, she had made it to the dens. A mental image of Cwen flashed into her mind, Shayla shut her eyes, she had not fought well, but she had endured the painful and the tiring run away from the flashing teeth and smiling jaws of the black monstrousity. She had arrived to the dens to raise the alarm so that GeRad might have a chance of survival, instead of getting silently annhilated.
The sleeping forms around her began to stir, some more quickly than others, and Shayla just lay there, her bloodied and completely exhausted form quivering, shock was on the horizon, and she was so close to passing out. She let out a low whine.
"Dad..." She whimpered, her long and bushy tail lying almost lifeless now. Shayla's eyeslids were drooping, she barely had enough willpower left now to keep herself awake, but she had to, she must not pass out.
ooc - yeah, i made a new thread, cause the other one is so huge anyway, and because i felt like it. dont question my logic. ive been cooped up in the spare room for most of today. its driving me insane.
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Post by Shakó on Apr 17, 2007 20:18:23 GMT -5
The night crept on, as the ivory beta slept on without a care in the world. His ivory chest rose and declined in perfect rhythm, with the exception of a few quick successions of spontaneous yipping in his sleep. The bulge of his cornea could be seen moving under his glued ivory lids, a telling sign that the mann was not only dead tired, but also reliving the day’s moments. It was funny, how one day’s activity could be compressed to one night of dreams, or even leading to something surreal. Images swirled in the mann’s mind, as his paws twitched on occasion. His thought drifted to his family- his loving mate, and two cubs. He was a newer father, and was just learning how to raise his cubs- and how much of a handful they really were. “You’re giving me gray fur!” he would often tease them.
Tonight was one of those peaceful nights, yes indeed. He could enjoy the moments of fatherhood- without really experiencing the exhaustion of reliving it. But after what seemed like several hours- something changed, like a shiver down the spine, and the instinctive rise of hackles. Something wasn’t right- something was terribly wrong. The bright blue sky changed to a dark gray, as the clouds covered Fenris’ warm rays. Thunder boomed, as the clouds began to penetrate the earth with what was first thought as rain. The meadow his family was playing in, blooming with lavender flowers, was being doused with something that horridly looked like blood. Everything around the mann became shades of red, as his family and pack mates called out, begging for help. His children screaming, dad, dad… Something wasn’t right.
Suddenly, everything changed. He was now shaking on the cold stone den, somewhat panting. His stomach churned, he felt as though he was going to be sick. The world around him regained it’s colors, however it was very dark. It took Shakó a moment to realize that it was only a dream, a very sick dream at that. But still, the same feeling persisted, the feeling that something was horribly, horribly wrong. To his dread, he heard a weak and feeble voice, something that sounded horribly like… “dad…”
Dizzy, getting to his paws, Shakó felt even worse now, like he was truly going to be sick. Was his mind playing tricks with him? No, he didn’t think so. Walking to the mouth of the cave, his dream became a reality. In front of him, was the bloodied mangled body of an adolescent, of someone’s child. “My Tor!” Shakó breathed loudly. It was Shayla, one of Draeg and Cwen’s cubs.
Frozen for only a moment, the mann rushed to the fae’s side, nudging her body. She looked almost lifeless now, as dread filled his body. Who did this to her? “Shayla- stay awake! You have to stay awake!” Shakó pleaded. He didn’t know how to address wounds, but he knew enough that he couldn’t let her drift off, not now. “Your'e ok now, you're safe,” he added for comfort. His body slightly trembling, he knew what he had to do, as the ivory beta raised his muzzle to the sky. Hopefully that would be enough to wake up all Ge-Rad. Pressing his nose lightly against Shayla’s coat, he tried to get a scent with no such luck. His ebon nose had been useless since he was a cub. “Shayla, who did this? Can you tell me? Did someone attack you in boundary?” Shakó practically begged, his heart throbbing painfully with the very thought that his family, his whole pack could be in danger, and there could be others like her out there, right now- or worse. “Don't worry, you're dad's on his way,” the ivory mann finished. 'At least, I hope he is.'
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Post by Draeg on Apr 19, 2007 23:37:47 GMT -5
Amber form curled in a tight ball Draeg lay silently amidst the sleeping forms of his fellow packmates, completely oblivious to the chain of events that were taking place just outside his doorstep. Battered muzzle pulled back in a soft smile the amber dragga stare down at the tiny form huddled against his side, shimmering orbs glowing brightly like twin suns beneath his hooded gaze. The weathered dragga had stirred from his torpor a while ago and had been awake for some time now, unwilling to go back to sleep right away he had been content to occupy himself by watching his youngest daughter sleep. She look so peaceful curled against his side, her sides expanding and contracting with each gentle breath. It had been so long since the amber varg had sired another litter that Draeg almost couldn’t remember the last time any of his pups had slept alongside him. He could still remember when he had first found Huts and how she used to snuggle up beside him during the night, resting her head against his shoulder as she try desperately to keep warm. It wasn’t long until she had been preceded by Koan, and then by his first two litters shortly after that. Thinking about his first litter Draeg couldn’t help remembering when Shayla used to curl up with him like that, how she would snuggle up beside him and gnaw on his tail playfully before eventually succumbing to her weariness and drifting off to sleep. However that had been a long time ago, Draeg hadn’t seen any sign of his beloved daughter since he had told her of her mother’s death. Letting out a soft sigh Draeg lay his head down between his paws, as it was he didn’t even know where Shayla had run off to or whether she would ever come back.
His eyes closing the amber varg once again found himself dwelling on the twisted drappa’s untimely death, thinking back to Cwen’s unworldly visit earlier that evening. The images of his dream sequence with Cwen still lingered in his mind, remaining vivid and fresh amongst a sea of countless thoughts and questions. What had seemed like nothing more then a vivid dream at first had proven to be so much more, the hours he had spent conversing with his deceased mate had done more to heal the shattered fragments of his heart then any amount of time could ever do. And while Draeg had indeed awoken to find himself alone save for the company of his daughter and packmates he had found solace in the thought his mate watching over him. Even now as he lie there in quiet of evening her words still rang fresh in his mind, easing the amber dragga’s pain and comforting him.
I have never left your side...I am forever here to guide you through life until the day you join our children and me on the other side.
A random yip rang out throughout the cramped chamber, shattering the delicate silence that had settled upon the densite. Popping an eye open Draeg wince at the erratic sound, pinning his ears against his scalp in annoyance and settling his gaze on the ivory form lying a few feet away from him. Despite his annoyance Draeg couldn’t help suppressing a slight chuckle as he stare at the sleeping form of his loyal beta, it seemed that even in the peaceful torpor of sleep Shako couldn’t escape his newfound responsibilities as father to two impulsive pups. It didn’t take a genius to see that the ivory mann was bushed, with the way his eyes were moving beneath his shimmering lids it was apparent that he was probably busy reliving the events of the previous day. Sides shaking with silent mirth Draeg allow his eyes to close once more, his heart light for the first time in moons.
However the mood was quickly broken as a faint whimper sounded throughout the chamber. Ears perking to the familiar sound Draeg practically leapt to his feet, a chill shooting down his spine as he glance toward the mouth of the den. Shayla? The sound was quickly drown out by the panicked cries of Shako as he disappeared beyond the edge of the den, having risen from his slumber only moments before. Following the white wolf’s example Draeg rushed out to join his beta, letting out a sharp gasp at the sight that lay before him. “Shayla!” She lay sprawled motionless at the mouth of the cavern, eyes flickering as she struggle desperately to remain conscious. Her fur was soaked with blood, the thick crimson fluid oozing out from a vicious gash upon her neck and seeping onto the ground like molasses in winter. It was a horrendous sight for any parent to behold. Pushing past Shako the amber dragga scramble to his daughters side, lowering his head to examine her wounds and licking her shredded neck in a desperate attempt to clean it. While the wound wasn’t overly serious it was obvious that Shayla had lost a lot of blood, beside him Draeg could hear Shako inquiring what had befallen and her urging her to stay awake. From his brief period as healer of Deor Draeg knew that Shako was right and that they had to find a way to keep Shayla awake, whining softly the amber dragga did his best to keep her conscious, gently licking her brow and speaking softly to her. “Shayla, I need you stay awake.”
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Post by Firefly on Apr 21, 2007 11:34:42 GMT -5
The tan hybrids sides rose in a soft rhythmic rise and fall with each intake of breathe. The sun finally diving into the horizon found the Gerad pack ready to call it a day. Spring was finally here, the scent of musky vegetation and muddy banks fragrance the air and at times made ones nose wrinkle with distaste. Though Tor still teased with the light sprinkling of snow they received a few nights ago, only to have melted in less than a day. But now it was clear that spring was on its merry way.
The hybrid let out a soft yawn, eye lids drooping as exhaustion and the comforting warmth of the chamber crept up on her and wrapped all around her. Fly dozed the sounds of sleeping vargs all around her. By the time she woke night had fallen, cyan orbs blinked sleepily as they found the body of an amber wolf. The she wolf let out a soft sigh. She watched as the male slept, it was far from content and Fly knew that in his sleep his dreams dwell ed on Cwen. A feeling of loneliness snatched her insides making her feel uncomfortable. She could no longer feel jealous, she only felt sympathy for Draeg. A silent whine let her maw open as she turned to look at the stars that were seen from the small entrance to the dens. She was happy to be back happy to return to what she knew as her home, but if she was happy then why did she feel so uncomfortable, why did she feel so lonely?
Fly finally let sleep take over, her eyes falling once again as she fell into a shallow slumber only to be woken by voices and then came Draegs voice. Firefly lifted her head, cyan optics flashed as she saw the beraggled body of one of Draeg's daughters. Firefly couldn't recognize her from her saddened state but after Shako had spoken the name, familiarity electrified Fly's memory. "Shayla!" her voice softly cried in shock. Fly padded to the side of the two males. Female instincts taking over as the hybrid step to the other side of the adolescent. Fly ran her tongue over Shayla's muzzle and forehead, the coppery taste of blood finding the insides of her mouth. The scent of her attacker was not found, perhaps the trait of a dog's scent was not as great as that of a wolf, either way the scent of blood was overwhelming. could it have been a bear? a Rowdy mother with cubs was far more viscous than any human. Or perhaps a Bull Stag in rut, ready and cocky to take on anything in its path.but it didn't seem right,no... Firefly gulped looking up to the two males, "I've seen wounds like these before...I think she was attack...by another wolf" Came the trembling voice of Firefly.
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Post by Shayla on Apr 21, 2007 13:52:58 GMT -5
A voice, a male voice came into her blurry and dazed consciousness. Someone she didn't immediately recognise, definately not something whom she knew well. 'stay awake!' she heard,a dn her grey eyes flickered. she heard one another word too. 'safe' no. She wasn't safe, none of these vargs were safe, pupils contracted and her heart fluttered as she got a sudden burst of urgency and her muscles spasmed as she tried, and failed to stand up - lack of blood to her brain making her thoughts slow and stupid.
Then the scent of her father washed over her, but she did not allow herself to feel calmed by his presence, grey eyes met amber and she whined with an urgency, slightly distracted as yet another wolf came. Firefly. The faemme licking her muzzle and Shayla's face contorted with the touch - but now was not the time for childish actions. She heard more words, attacked by another wolf and nodded. She had to tell them, she probably didn't have that much time left before she fell unconscious.
"Dad," She whined, her voice rasping and taut with pain, "We're under attack!!" She gasped. "Balkar... and Sarnes... by the pond!" Just the thought of all those vile wolves thinking to wipe out GeRad whilst they slept filled her with rage. They were the ones who were cowards, but now they would fight back, now they stood a chance.
A wave of relief rushed over her as she delivered the news she had come to tell, and the rush of adrenaline she had felt just before was ebbing, and the darkness of unconsciousness was approached again - stronger than ever.
"Dad.... I'm sorry I ran...." she whimpered quietly, her eyelids fluttering closed. Her breathing irregular and breath coming in bursts, but as her muscles relaxed and her mind drifted into the complete blackness of unconsciousness, and as she fell unconscious her breathing became shallower, but altogether more regular. She had lost the fight with the Balkar - who, although she did not know it, was no less than the First - and she had lost the fight to remain conscious, but she had managed to make it back to warn her pack.
ooc- woo for rubbish posts.
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Post by Uskiya on Apr 21, 2007 19:55:52 GMT -5
(((rawr, hope I'm not screwing up some order)))
With a growing sense of uneasiness Uskiya decided to take her rounds a little earlier than usual. This proved to get her more involved that she had expected.
As she padded through the woods her nares began to scent the smell of blood. Not herla blood, but blood of a varg. Her auds flattened against her skull and a whimper crept from her muzzle. Lunging forward she raced through the terra, her swift strides taking her closer to the scent of blood that now mixed with the scent of her packmates.
She became increasingly worried as she came closer, a small gather ing of vargs had gathered around a fallen varg. From the looks it was Shayla. Letting out a bark to alert the group she raced into the group. First looking at Shayla, who was now unconsious. "What happened?"
She then turned to Draeg, but her orbs focused back on Shayla, something had to be done. Medicine or something, but Uskiya was beta femme and nurse, not healer. She could do something, but Lydair knew more than she did.
"Draeg, should I try and get something to help her?" Her voice was strong, but she was worried, not just for Shayla, but also for Draeg, he had already lost one of his mates. Luckily Firefly was here.
HAving come in later than the others, Uskiya didn't know why Shayla had been attacked, nor did she know the attack that Ge-rad was under. She slowly padded over to Shayla, Firefly trying to revive her. Looking closely she could see the seriousness of the wounds.
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Post by Draeg on Apr 22, 2007 14:28:56 GMT -5
Her urgent whine catching his attention Draeg pulled away from the bleeding femme, allowing her a little space and giving Shayla room to speak. However before she could his attention shifted as another varg entered the scene, glancing over his shoulder the amber varg caught sight of the tanned form of Firefly approaching the collective trio. Looking at her Draeg couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt tug at his heart, he knew that it was hard being his mate, particularly when spent most of his time mourning over a mate that Firefly had always felt threatened by. Part of him wanted to reach out to the tan femme and hold her tightly to him, to comfort her and apologize for neglecting her once again. However with the possible threat of an attack within the borders told him that now was not the time for guilt, and so he remain there; rooted firmly to his daughter’s side. Still he cast Firefly a grateful look as he watched her approach the downed femora and begin tending to her wounds. She would make a good Drappa, regardless of what she might say or think. “Thank you.” Draeg murmured softly, sparing her a quick lick.
The air was filled with the stench of blood, drowning out the scent of Shayla’s attacker and just about everything else that might have proven useful as to determining what had befallen barely conscious fae. Taking a moment to inspect her wounds again Draeg pull his lips back in a slight snarl, whoever had done this would pay for hurting his precious Shayla. Firefly’s frightened observation caught his attention, another wolf? But who and where? Had Shayla been attacked outside of Ge-Rad or had the attack taken place on her return trip coming home? “Are you sure?” he asked her, only to have Shayla confirm the tan femme’s suspicions a moment later.
Fangs flashing menacingly in the shimmering starlight Draeg look passed his daughter’s decrepit form, amber gaze settling on the glistening surface that lay out in the distance like a polished mirror glimmering in the night. Clenching his teeth he felt a low growl escape his muzzle, breaking off into sharp hiss as it whizzed through his fangs. “Zukozu.” Somehow that little bitch had to be behind all of this, Draeg knew it. He should have listen to Ayasha and killed her when he had the chance but damn his nature it just wasn’t in him to do so, how he had wanted to believe that Sarnes would be better off under Shunke’s rule. He should’ve known better than to trust the spawn of Serg. This was the second time the Night Hunters and the marsh pack had attempted a joint assault on Ge-Rad, the first time they had managed to driven them off before without any real effort but Ge-Rad lacked the numbers it had back then. The amber dragga would have act fast if he hoped to drive out the invading parties and protect his family, throwing his head back he parted his lips and let loose a booming howl that seemed to echo throughout the packland. “GE-RAD! RALLY!”
Whirling around he turned to Shako, calmly instructing the ivory beta what to do. “Shako, wake up the others. Tell them what’s going on and get them out here as fast as you can!” Having instructed Shako on what to do Draeg turn his attention back down toward Shayla, whining softly as she struggled through her apology and licking her forehead comfortingly. “Shush. You don’t have to apologize Shayla, I know you didn’t mean it.” he cooed softly, nuzzling her. “What happened, happened. We both have a habit of saying things we don’t mean and then regretting it later, you get that from my side of the family. Just ask your aunt Mayan. Don’t worry about it, now save your strength.” As she blacked out her breathing steadied although it was a great deal shallower then before. Letting out another whine Draeg stroke her face with his paw, fixing her ears and tilting her head to the side in a more comfortable position. He whirled as something charged through the brush, baring his fangs and snarling menacingly as he prepare to attack. However upon seeing that it was only Uskiya he relaxed, watching as the beta femme moved to examine Shayla before addressing him. “It’s an invasion, Sarnes and the Balkar tried to ambush us within our own territory. We’re under attack!” he answered, explaining the situation to the pack nurse. Upon hearing her suggestion the amber wolf nodded gratefully. “Do what you can, I want you to stay here and keep an on her and the pups.” Pinning his ears he turn to Firefly. “Ketama, could you please help Uskiya get Shayla into the den?”
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Yelæ
Sikla
Fire-kissed Sikla of Ge-Rad
*-Loving Shak? with all her heart-* Proud Mother of Two
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Post by Yelæ on Apr 22, 2007 15:16:21 GMT -5
Motherhood for the Sikla was going quite nicely so far. However, the she-Varg was slightly more lethargic than normal, and every day she found herself welcoming sleep a lot more easier than usual, slipping off into her dreams a lot quicker. Her white form was pressed up against her mate, and her sleeping cubs were warm inside the arc that her slender body made, her silver-tipped tail wrapped protectively over both cubs.
In fact, Yelae's strength was so consumed that she failed to wake when the warm form of Shako removed himself from her, and the blood that hung in the air failed to awaken her nose. In fact, even the voices the appeared suddenly in the night fell to deaf ears. Her robin-red chest, back to its usual vibrance, rose steadily up and down, for the dreams that now filled her head were, for once, calm and collected.
Some time passed as the group of Vargs grew, their attention focused upon Shayla, and Yelae slept on, her body moving slightly to form a tighter arc around her cubs. Her dreams had discontinued, and the tension that clung into the air caused the dormant senses within the Sikla to stir slightly. Instinct told the sleeping fae to protect her cubs.
A loud boom of a howl suddenly filled the air, blasting her ears back to reality. Her trade-mark blue-green orbs opened simultaneously, slightly wild in fright and confusion. And then everthing else hit her. The scent of blood caressed her nose, and her hackles stood on end.
"An...attack?" Yelae stated quiety to herself as she heard her dragga speak to the others. Her head rose, and her body pressed tightly against her cubs, unsure of what to do. Her body quivered slightly as she somewhat eavesdropped on the others, not wanting to be thrown into this mess. She needed to stay here to protect her cubs, and yet she had the odd feeling of protecting her pack, despite her Sikla ranking...
That is, if she could manage that.
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Kairi
Sikla
-= K A I R I =-
.:Watch me fall down, Get back up off the ground:.
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Post by Kairi on Apr 22, 2007 16:32:06 GMT -5
Thunder clashed above her head as the red form curled herself up more tightly. Rain would be on its way soon and the Warrioress found it necessary to abandon her makeshift bed for the night to find a better shelter for the night. Kai was a born kerl, though childhood memories washed over her to remember the greater days of pack life. These days she found herself living for a pack she wished death upon. But through its haughty winter she found herself closer than she was before. Many times she contemplated on leaving for a better place, but she found her feet planted onto the meadows of the Ge rad. And through her realization she still could not let go of the burning spite that energized her every time she saw the amber dragga. No it would be imprinted on her way of living until the day she died.
She was loyal to the pack, and loyal to the betas. But not to Draeg. Emerald eyes blinked as the lithe and tall warrior rose to her feet. The scent of blood though unsuspectingly catching her unguarded. Kairi growled, ears twitching as she paced forwards.
Her swift feet found themselves perched upon Ge rads main den entrance. there a bloodied body of an adolescent lay. Kairi looked up to see both the alphas and the betas conversing. So she was attacked by a wolf eh, and by the looks of it it were by the northbound packs. Kairi looked to draeg, tonight could be his last night. She thought. Her expression was emotionless. She would know where the night hunters and their allies would be, all she needed to do was to follow the trail of sticky blood. She also knew where the Ge rad dens were, where by now all the ge rad wolves would be huddled close together. Pink tongue ran over her lips. With one last look she turned around and fled. Now Ge rad was Kairi to meet with these night hunters?
Paws slipped on the mud as her muzzle was lowered to follow the trail. A droplet of rain fell onto her muzzle as she spotted the den where Yelae had first gave birth to her cubs. Remembering that she no longer used this den Kairi paused, giving a growl as more droplets began to fall.
And through the dark she drove back, reaching the den she walked past the whole conversation as if she cared not for what they were discussing, infact she even managed to fit in a glare directed to the amber dragga as his howl thundered. Tail up in the air she padded to the back of the den and nestled herself comfortably beside Yelae. Her form exhausted yet her blue green eyes bloated with the sudden howl and realization of what was to come. Calm and comfortingly Kairi licked Yelea's muzzle, her body quivering as the warrioress pressed her own red form against albino-robin. She found an urge inside her to protect her brother's mate and cubs ever since the day she slipped into the whelping den. This explanation was still unknown to the red hued warrioress
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Post by Mayan on Apr 22, 2007 21:01:03 GMT -5
((Hey guys. I'm in the process of joining Ge-Rad and I thought I would like to post here, considering Mayan's history with both Sarnes and Ge-Rad. I've okayed it with Draeg, but if anyone has any objection, I can pull out.))
Mayan lay on the cold, dewy grass, head resting on her paws, snoring gently. Her daughters had always told her she snored, but she never believed them. The wetness beneath her body didn't bother her; she was used to sleeping in the open. Mayan didn't feel she could go into the pack's cave yet, as she was still not a full member. Besides, the sun was coming up, and morning would dry her fur. Also, after so long alone at the Vale, and the mental isolation of Sarnes, she wasn't sure if she could face so many warm bodies all crowded around her. Her dreams were fairly uneventful, though there was an interesting one about a rabbit who climbed a tree and threw acorns at her nose.
Still suffering from the acorn dream, she awoke and rubbed her nose ruefully. Stupid rabbit. She sniffed and sneezed, then had a long, luxurious stretch. Blinking her bloodred eyes to clear the dew from them, she looked up toward the main pack cave. There seemed to be far too many vargs up and about for so early. Curious, she padded closer. All of them seemed rather agitated, even Draeg, shifting and moving as they huddled around something on the ground. Mayan was beginning to grow alarmed as she trotted nearer. Suddenly, Draeg raised his head and let out a booming howl that made her ears ring. His voice was filled with so much gravity and anger that she became truly scared. She ran toward the huddle, managing to catch just a glimpse of what everyone was focused on before the shifting group blocked her vision again. It was a young varg, lying maimed and bleeding on the rock. Draeg was instructing Uskiya to move the young varg into the den just as Mayan arrived.
Apparently the young one-Shayla-had been attacked by other wolves. Just for a brief second, Mayan caught a whif of rank marsh mud and she froze. Hadn't she heard Draeg say something about an ambush by Sarnes and the Balkar? The wind had been in her ears as she ran so she couldn't be sure. But of course they would do something like this. There had been a failed attack on Ge-Rad before when she was Beta of Sarnes, and she had refused to participate. Could they be trying again? Suddenly, Mayan felt like digging a hole in the rock below her and climbing in. She wanted to cower and hide, for the pack she had been a part of, nay, part leader of, was now attacking her new home and her friends. Wait. No. That wasn't her anymore. She wouldn't hide, she would prove that she was loyal to this pack and this pack alone. Only then could she be a true member of Ge-Rad. If it meant facing her old packmates, then so be it.
She sat up straighter and joined the growing group. "Is there anything I can do?" She spoke only just loud enough to be heard. Perhaps she would be given a task, perhaps not. If she was only assigned to stay out of the way, she would do that to the utmost of her ability. If she was not given a task, she would find something useful to do. Her scarlet eyes flicked between each of the worried faces in the circle, looking for answers and clues. She wished she had the whole story, but through that she would probably have to wait until this ended, one way or another.
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Koan
Sikla
Broken Sword of Ge-Rad
~Why do we care whether a fallen demon outshines leigons thought bright?~
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Post by Koan on Apr 23, 2007 13:12:33 GMT -5
The steel-hued warrior lay, sleeping soundlessly in the dens. His body had been raveged only two weeks before; amazingly, the battle-blade wolf was already healing. His battered, punished body was so used to being wounded that it healed a tad more swiftly then most other Varg. Already, the deep wounds torn into him by the bear were merely deep red scabs, and his hindpaw had only been slightly gashed, allowing him free range of movement in only the short time he had been recovering. Since returning to the pack's territory, the exhausted blade colored wolf had lain in a stupor, barely able to respond to his father and packmates nursing and voices.
Indeed, Koan needed his rest. In his dreams, he once more saw his precious, precious Huts, and his equally precious Lydair, both of them fading into darkness, soft memories of a part of his life he was, perhaps, leaving forever. He would never again take a mate, he thought, never again allow himself the pain, the failure of losing those most dear to him. No more families; now he would protect what he had left; his half siblings and his father. He let his dreams shift away, to a part of his life, he thought, was perhaps the best. He was a pup again, gamboling by the river, a stern, barking Draeg nearby and Huts pouncing him into the mud near the banks. In his dream, he knew that soon, Draeg would seize the pair of them by the neck scruff, and, with mock sterness that betrayed his nature, dunk them both in the river to get all the caked mud off. Then, he would catch a hare or two, and they would eat, then curl together, a safe, tiny family in this world of endless afternoon.
The wolf heard, in his dream, a tiny, mewling voice enter his head. He could hear a voice calling "Dad, Dad." The broken sword opened his exhausted, fevered amber orbs, and stared. He saw Draeg, Mayan, and a few other pack members milling about, around a shape that Koan could not see. The aching frame strugled to it's feet, and Koan hobbled over to the circle, growling sleepily. "What? What happened? What's everyone looking a-" Koan froze, staring down at his little half sister. True, she was no longer quite so young as before..but to him she still seemed as small as ever.
"Damnit!" he snarled softly. "Listen, no one move her, she might have something wrong inside her." The wolf was frantically trying to remember what his dear mate had told him so long ago about herbs; he'd joked then that he was getting beaten up so much, he should at least know how to heal himself, she had taken him seriously..., then it struck him. "I need to get some Bloodmoss. It soothes pain and stops bloodflow. Don't move her, unless the healer says to, I'll be right back." with that, the steel colored wolf hobbled out, thinking frantically. Don't die, Shay. Just don't.
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Kehré
Cub
Ge-Rad's Warrior in Training
.:Keeper of her mother's eyes:. [br]-Product of a taboo- [br] Question of Location
Posts: 27
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Post by Kehré on Apr 25, 2007 17:39:31 GMT -5
Curled up between the warm bodies, the she cub slept on, her own ivory chest moving in it’s own pace. Beside her, her multihued brother slept as well, as both cubs rested against their red breasted ivory mother and blanketed from the cold by her silver tipped tail. It was early to bed, early to rise for the young fae, and her eight hours of sleep were almost up. Soon she would arise along side Fenris, and chase the birds that flocked the grounds to get the worms. But as of now, nothing could disturb her slumber. Not the yips of her father, or the occasional growl or bark from another sleeping body. As long as she was warm as she slept, Kehré was dead to the world, so to speak.
His dreams alternating as quickly as rain would fall from the sky, the little cub all the sudden felt a cold draft, and a howl in the near distance. It took her a moment to realize that it was no longer the dream world she was living in, but the reality of the night. The atmosphere seemed to thicken with panic as the young fae exposed her blue green oculars to the world, still only to find her mother’s warm ivory pelt. Her mother had only became more alert, but her body was rigid with what felt like confusion, or fear. “Momma, what happened?” Kehré asked uncertainly, sitting up a little to see over her mother’s bushy tail.
Sniffling a little, Kehré caught the scent of something unfamiliar, something that left a bad taste in her mouth; almost like an omen. Her large ivory and silver auds perked, catching the voices of her backmates. She recognized some, her father’s, Uskiya’s, Draeg’s, and Firefly’s… but not too many others. At the age of almost two months old, Kehré still hadn’t memorized the whole pack. But is wasn’t just that, there were a few vocals, Kehré was sure she still hadn’t heard at all. “Momma,” Kehré said again, pressing against Yelae’s warm belly, “what are they doing? What’s happening?” she pleaded, uncertain what to think. The only thing that soothed the cub for now was those by her at present; her mother, brother, and crimson hued aunt Kairi, who Kehré saw snuggle beside her mother and brother.
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Post by Shakó on Apr 25, 2007 18:41:33 GMT -5
The large ivory beta stepped back as the amber Dragga rushed to his daughter’s side, his features filled with distraught and fear. But it wasn’t just his features that caught shako’s attention, but his form as a whole. True, the passing of Cwen was quite recent, and he knew that Draeg must had took it hard, but he never imagined he would look so- dead on his paws. True, Shakó hadn’t’ seen Draeg since the incident, for he rarely left his cubs and mate, and was always asleep before Draeg entered the den. Still, his once handsome amber mixed pelt was now unkempt and almost looked like at one time it was balding. Shakó looked back at the form in front of his paws, his ears pinned against his cranium. If Shayla were lost to this, this repulsive crime, he dreaded the reaction of his alpha.
Now more pack members were arriving at the scene, each as baffled as the next. It seemed to hit the pack hard. One, a beige fae, who supposedly was to join Ge-Rad soon, was almost amongst the crowed, along with the tattered gray male Shakó knew as Koan. The two had their scuffle upon first meeting, for it seemed to Koan that the blood that ran through Shako’s veins was bad, specifically biased upon the fact that his sister said her loyalties to Sarnes. Shakó wondered silently if the gun gray male would accept this beige fae, since she was said to have come from Sarnes’ lines. If he chose not to, Shakó didn’t blame him. He didn’t exactly trust her either, and he doubter he ever would.
"We're under attack!!" Shayla gasped. "Balkar... and Sarnes... by the pond!" The words stopped Shakó dead in his tracks, his body froze, his heart seemed to hammer in his ear. They were under attack…not only by the Balkar, but by Sarnes… Shakó didn’t think that they would dare come here ever again, but once again, he was proven wrong. He thought he would never have to see her again, his sister, the one he loved so dearly. She was all he ever had in the times he became lost, like he was the only one she ever had. He thought Shunké was just joining a pack, a family- and as long as she was happy, so was he. But it turns out, he was very wrong. Her pack, was more like a cult- for the wicked and the damned. She had proven herself to be just as dangerous as the others were. In his eyes, she was no longer his sister- she was considered an enemy, just as well as the rest. And to make matters worse, rumor was she was the new Drappa. It sickened the mann. But the real question was, could he do it? Could he truly have the heart to face her again, that sunset eyed fae? “I could,” he said to himself, as images of his family, his mate, his cubs, Kairi and the rest of his pack mates popped into his head. “For them.”
His attention snapped to the blazing Dragga in front of him, as Draeg demeanor became respectably vicious. “Right,” Shakó responded to his orders, as he turned to head back into the den. There wasn’t much he could do there anyways, he held no knowledge of the fine art of healing. “Ge-Rad, wake up!” the mann shouted in the den unnecessarily. It seemed that practically everyone was already awake. “There’s been an attack, an ambush, from both Sarnes and the Balkar!” the male reported still, in a semi loud voice. “Everyone, keep your guard! Anyone unwilling or unable to withstand a possible attack, stay here and keep guard!” Shakó announced on Draeg’s orders.
Before slipping out to rejoin Draeg, the man slipped in to Yelae, Kenjo, and Kehré. He was quite pleased to see Kairi curled around the three in a protective demeanor, for it brought a sense of comfort to him. “Keep watch of them, Kairi,” he said gently to his sister, touching her nose with his own. “I’ll be back, stay safe. You’ll be all right,” the mann added, this time too all four of them. Giving his cubs and mate a quick lick on the head and nuzzling Yelae, Shakó then turned heel towards the mouth of the den, regaining his poise beside Draeg, his heart hammering. “Draeg, the pond, we have to head them off!” The male whined, thinking about the safety of the ones in the den. He knew Shayla meant everything to the mann, but he had others to think about as well. Not to mention, his last born, Sorcha. She was just as young and vulnerable as Kenjo and Kehré. “I don’t meant to be bossy, but we need all the power we can get. Uskiya and some of the others will be able to care and protect Shayla.” He wanted to bring to attention that Draeg really couldn’t do anything for Shayla right now, that some of the other vargs were more experience in the field of health than himself or Draeg, but just couldn’t. It may or may not be the wisest thing to say right now.
//Sorry, I don't think that was the best.//
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Kaemon
Sikla
Trouble-making adolecent of Ge-Rad
?Mischief Maker with a Chewing Fetish? [br]*Fallen for the emrald-eyed fae*
Posts: 111
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Post by Kaemon on Apr 25, 2007 19:48:56 GMT -5
A smaller ball of tan-ish reddish stable fur lay in the back of the den, dreaming of things that one could only dream about. It was quite peaceful, actually, an escape from the day’s escapades. But the more he thought about it, the more he would dream about one particular fae. An ebon fae, with bright emerald eyes so breathtaking only some could only dream about. Not only has Kaemon dreamed about this particular fae, but he found himself thinking more and more about it, as if she put a spell on him, even though he knew that was absurd. The better his day was, the more time he spent with or around he. He was glad she was back, Ayasha.
His father was back, again, but Kaemon didn’t know for how long. That didn’t matter right now, however, he was just happy the mann he called his hero was alive, even if he wasn’t well. It was ironic too, for his mother had shown up not too long ago, only to disappear again. Kaemon didn’t know what went through that head of hers anymore, for she looked sick, and probably a little sick in the mind too. He couldn’t have imagined what she went though, what either one of them went though. Still, it was weird, seeing his parents again. They weren’t as big as he remembered them.
A howl made the mann’s ears twitch, but it wasn’t enough to completely wake him up. When Kaemon wanted to sleep, he slept. And everyone knew it too, for when he slept, he snored. Some would be embarrassed, ashamed maybe. But not Kaemon, he was hardly embarrassed about anything, and had yet to be ashamed. He was proud of himself, his body, his blood- even if it was mixed. Technically, he was a mongrel, a pup birthed from a hybrid fae. This might have hit his sister a little, but Kaemon never thought twice on it. He was who he was, and he would always be proud of his lineage.
A booming voice made the mann jump, someone yelling at him to get up. “I’m up, I’m up already!” Kaemon yelled to no one particular, mostly out of instinct as he lept to his paws. But the sight unfolding upon his chocolate eyes was something out of the ordinary. Panicked, everyone was. Looking around, Kaemon could see it was his uncle Shakó who was yelling, and according to him, there was an attack by both Sarnes and the Balkar. Kaemon quivered, what could this mean? He knew they were bad packs, but what was going on?
Most of the vargs were crowded around the mouth of the den- and only then did Kaemon care to smell it- blood. Fresh blood. Someone was attacked. Padding forward, Kaemon caught sight of the poor smuck who lay bleeding on the ground- it was Shayla. His heart panged, how could this have happened? What could I do? His thoughts wondered, could he help out and fight? Or should he just stay here, and protect those who needed it? Half of him wanted to say here, with Ayasha, and protect the families. But warrior pounded in his blood, and he had a strong urge to fight. “Dad,” Kaemon muttered, catching sight of the gray scared male. “What should I do?”
//oye, sorry, that was a little crappy too.//
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Koan
Sikla
Broken Sword of Ge-Rad
~Why do we care whether a fallen demon outshines leigons thought bright?~
Posts: 246
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Post by Koan on Apr 26, 2007 13:03:57 GMT -5
The steel-gray wolf sprinted as quickly as his injured legs would allow. Fortunately for he, he had known when he was leaving where bloodmoss grew on Ge-radian pack land, and had gotten to it without any incident. As he hobbled his way back into the den, he set the bitter, sticky moss on the ground. He listened to their incompetent Beta bray like a fae in labor, snorting to himself as he mentally plotted his overthrow.
Shako. The one wolf in Ge-rad he couldn't stand. Despite himself, despite the gravity and daner of the entire situation, the Broken Sword of Ge-rad could not bring himself to tolerate the Beta male. He felt, in some corner of his mind, jealous, as if Draeg's affection had been stolen by the ivory male, and it angered him the his father had chosen this incompetent fool as his second in command. Koan reached down, lifting the bloodmoss back into his mouth and gently setting it down next to Shayla. Gentling his muzzle, he tore it into smaller pieces, laying it across the gashes on her side, placing a greater deal over the wounds in her neck, which made even the scarred warrior flinch, and over her injured legs. He had done all he knew how. The bloodmoss could absorb incredible amounts of blood, forced the blood to clot, and most importantly, would reduce the pain, hopefully keeping her out of shock. All these were terms the male remembered from Lydair, the cobault queen of his heart.
Turning his muzzle, he spotted a young male with tan fur. His amber eyes widened with shock, and he gave a small whine of disbelief. "Kaemon..." the blade-hued wolf stepped foward, and nuzzled the son he had so long ago left fiercely, snuffling in his sons scent; a soft, gentle scent, sweet, hinted with a spice the male couldn't quite identify. Had the wolf been human, he could've identified the spice's scent as that of a sweet clove.
The warrior heard his pup; even if Kaemon were no longer a pup, he was his pup; and he growled low in his throat.
"You'll stay here. Protect Shayla." Truning his head, he stared at Shako, challange in his gaze muffled by his urge to protect this treasure from his past. "I know I haven't been a very good father until now, Kaemon. I promise, I'll change that. You have to live, and obey me now; we have far too much catching up to do, and it will have to wait until this is done. So live for me son, and stay safe." With that, he swallowed back his pride and pain and proudly walked over to the Beta's side. "Shako. Calm down. The Balkar thrive on fear, the more fear there is, the more dissention, the more communication breaks down, and the easier it is for them to tear apart a pack. If we panic, we will be tearing ourselves apart; the Night Hunters will hardly need to use strategy to down a divided pack." He raised his tail proudly, and growled low in his throat. "I may have been gone, but I've learned something about us: We are Vargs, wolves. Our strength comes from unity, and no where in this land have I seen a closer pack then ours. We...no, I will not allow this to divide us. We remain calm, and we keep ourselves as united as we ever have been, and these beast will be no match for us."
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