As We Reunite...open

[Frost]

Frostpool sniffed her familiar territory with great happiness. She hadn't been here in a long while. Koran was her home, and she'd forever be loyal to the pack. But, a time of great sadness had swept over everybody, including her, for the Koran alpha had been murdered.

Of course, she had never met him in wolf, but she had heard many tales of his true power. She felt as if she had known him, even though, again, she didn't. As she walked slowly back into the Koran territory, her thoughts wondered to times of ease and happiness.

She found she was suddenly tired, but tried to ignore it. The price she got for ignoring her tiredness was pain. Her muscles burned and she was god-awefully thirsty, too. She hadn't done this much walking since she was a pup.

Frost decided that she was going to ease out of her pain by laying down and resting. She found a lone tree with shade and laid down at its base. A fly flitted around her nose and she sneezed. She laughed haughtily as she hadn't in a long, long time.

She laid her white head down and closed her blue eyes. Dreams of not long ago visited her.

ooc: figured id get a little more active since i am a koranian...

[Sabla]

Sabla trotted through her packlands, eyes darting nervously from tree to tree. Koran was no longer safe like it used to be, no longer worry free, but under attack. The Balkar had infiltrated the intamacy of the packlands, even murdering the Dragga in cold blood. Now the pack was on high alert. Danger could be lurking from every corner, every shadow.

Sabla shivered, nerves on end and eyes alert. She had quickly grown accostumed to patrolling the pack, keeping peace, watching for danger. She stuck her nose to the air, tasting the scents in the air. A varg.

Her hackles rose. She wasted no time in identifying who it was, even though she smelt Koranian, in times like these, she only trusted her eyes. Her muscles quivered slightly as she moved through the underbrush. She leapt out, a livid growl rumbling the very leaves.

Sabla stumbled upon a young fae very loyal to Koran, who had laid slumbering under a tree. Stopping short and breathing out a huff of wasted energy, she smiled on the now-woken fae. Then shook her head, growling, "You probably shouldn't expose yourself like this." Sabla looked to the surroundings, her eyes cold. "At least not alone, without someone to watch your back to make sure nothing's chewing on it." She smiled wryly.

[Frost]

Frost jumped up at the sight of another wolf. She saw a multi-colored varg approach her. Frost felt appreciation for the other varg's offer. Frost smiled back and replied.

"Why, thank you....Sorry, what's your name? I don't know many vargs from Koran except Shadowwolf...That's pitiful." Frost laughed and smiled at the other fae. She was obvously Koranian, for she had the air of a Koranian...She also smelled like one.

Frost glanced around the forest, for she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. All of Koran probably felt like this these days. Every time Frost closed her eyes for more than a minute, she imagined two monstrous Balkarians ambushing the now dead alpha, Kadin. She shivered at the thought.

"I have a feeling that soon we'll all have our backs getting chewed on. And truthfully, I'm really scared. I've never fought...well, okay, not physically, at least. And the thought of bear-sized, ruthless, murderful, merciless monsters coming to kill us all, doesn't really help. Hopefully, we pull through and defeat the evil ones Frosts' own description of the Balkar made her shiver.

She was really, really nervous about the upcoming war. She was going to help scout, and so she knew that if the Balkar saw her or any of the others scouts, they would probably be the first fatalities. In her mind, Frost had accepted this, for she was extremely loyal to Koran. But, her body didn't. She started shaking uncontrollably.

If she did die in the war, she hoped the gods would have open enough hearts and would let her go to varg heaven. She shook even more at the thought of going to the Meadow and staying there or not passing on or even worse...Hell. But what did she have to worry about? She had been a good varg, actually, all her life. So far, she'd never even inflicted harm on another varg. She may have thought nasty thoughts, but doesnt' somevarg every once in while?

And she would be fighting for what she believes in, not commiting betrayal or whatever. She sighed and tried to make her body stop shaking. She had never met this other varg before, and she didn't want to make a bad first impression.

[Sabla]

As the little one started to shake, Sabla's heart quivered for the fae. She licked her ear with sympathy, reassuring with a smile. "What are you talking about?" she said casually, "Just watch your back, keep a sharp eye out, and stick to your instincts." Sabla nudged her gently. "You'll be okay. And Koran will always be at your back and in your heart. Just believe in yourself and everything else will fall into place."

She raised her crown back to its lofty height, a warm smile that sent a glowing aura from the auburn fae. "My name's Sabla. I've wandered the Koranian lands for many seasons, first joining when I was a young pup. I was the pack's Jester, spreading laughs and a contagious good spirit."

Her smile faded slightly and she shook her head. "Ahh, but these times have slowly turned dark, and even a good-humored varg must be called to fight. That's why I'm patrolling, waiting for the pack to be called to duty."

She swished her tail, bushy and black-tipped, as if dipped in ink of a dark night. Her auds swiveled around, listening to the world around as her green eyes witheld the fae. Her heart throbbed dully, something she had been fighting within herself. The blood of the young that pulsed within her in a different way. The instinct to teach and protect a new life.

She ached for her love and mate, an ebony varg named Tarmalo who resided in Koran. But in the past winter, while Sabla was away to her own homelands, Tarmalo had mysteriously disappeared on her return. She hadn't seen him since. Sabla would have searched the whole world over for him. But with the new Balkarian war brewing, Koran was in no situation to be short of any varg. Especially an older, more experienced varg.

Sabla shook it off, sighing. Ghostly memories and thoughts could only haunt the mind. "I'm sorry, what was your name?"

[Frost]

"Why thank you, Sabla. I realize what you say is true. My name is Frostpool. But, you can call me Frost. I hope to become a scout when Koran needs it. But, time will tell." Frost dipped her head slightly in respect and shook herself, so that she would stop trembling. She brought her muzzle to the air and sniffed. She could smell rain in the air.

Frost sighed heavily and started pacing. She knew it was rude to do in front of company, but she was nervous. Her nerves hadn't stopped bothering her ever since the news had reached the pack of Kadin's death. Frost's hair had been standing on end, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

But, she tried her best to shove these thoughts aside and smile at the other fae. She thought it interesting that she was meeting Koran's jester because she thought of her as a great warrior. But, these thoughts strayed and she thought sullenly of the coming times. Transylvania, it seemed, had turned into sadness for every varg. But, Frost was only still young, and she didn't know much about her home.

But, time and friends would change that. Or at least, Frost hoped.

[Sabla]

//fyi: Wolves yawn when they're nervous. And sorry it's so short, I didn't want to run into god-moding. //

Sabla watched with dismay as Frost continued to tremble, even after attempting to shake off her fear. The fae paced, yawning nervously. She was so young, just a pup. No pup should have to face the cruel, heavy burden of war, much less take a part of it.

A pup should live a carefree life, whose only concern should be which prey to pounce on. Or exploring the world, getting their paws dirty, sticking their nose in places they shouldn't, getting into a little trouble, being a mischeivious little cub that terrorizes the adults to no end.

A warmness flooded in her heart as Frost fidgeted. An idea formed in her mind. Some of the jester still resided in her.

"Here Frostpool, walk with me." Sabla snorted, dismissing the dreary talk of war as an idea formed in her head.

[Frost]

"Sure, Sabla. I could use a walk right now. That should untense me." Frost laughed lightly as she noticed something in Sabla that she had not seen before. Frost could tell that Sabla had an idea brewing up.

Frost hoped nothing too bad would come out of it and started to walk a little bit ahead before thinking. She turned back, remembering that Sabla was supposed to be leading the way. She smiled sheepishly and waited for the other magnificent fae to do something.

ack...crappy post and sorry it took so long...lols