Smile, We'll Go Out In Style {P-Dakota}

[Koiji. ♫]

OoC;; Sorry for the delay in me actually starting this thread Dak =S And how it's a little babbly x3

The old abandoned settlement was the same as it had been for as long as the creatures of Transylvania could remember. Winds had blown at the old walls, and slowly the stones had fallen to the ground and the grassy hills were littered with little pieces of rock scattered about. There was a gentle breeze pulling at the grass on the mountainous hills today; no light from Fenris, he'd been shadowed out by a cloud, and no signs of any rain or something like that ready to fall from the skies. The area was alive with little lera, mice and small cretures scurried about, careful to aviod getting eaten by a larger animal, collecting things from the ground that they considered food. Larger animals didn't seem to be about today, apart from a icy white figure making her way toward the top of the hillside. Sooty paws moving her swiftly up towards the castle like structure.

It had been a while since this fae had been to this place, the last time Koiji was here, she'd learnt exactly why her pack, Deor, were enimies with List. It didn't seem like so long ago that she'd met Ayame and sheltered with her on that stormy day. The two had got to know a little about each other, and it was seeming like they'd both be good friends. That was until they discovered what packs the other one belong to. Koiji hadn't given much thought about why she should hate any Listian fae, being a cub at the time, it hadn't mattered to her all that much. Her adoptive mother Silve had met up with them and Ayame had seen red at the fact that both of them were Deorians. She'd managed to get up to the top of the hill by the time she'd thought this through, and remembered what had happened next. Ayame had ran to near enough the point she was now standing, and thrown her down the hill. She'd hit quite a few rocks on the way down, and accquired a star shaped scar from it. She plopped herself down on her haunches, and absentmindedly licked the star like shape that was embedded on her shoulder. It was alike to the habbit Silve had, of licking the wound she'd recivevd from her brother. Thinking of her adoptive mother, a grin came to the yearlings maw. She hadn't seen the silver fae for a while, but she knew that she was busy with scout work, so she didn't mind too much. She had the knowledge that Silve'd be back soon.

The settlement was quite a sight, she looked about from her seat on the hillside, her crystal blue hues eating up the scenery in front of them. The last time she'd been here, she'd thought along the same lines; this place was amasing. How did the humans make things like this place? And what really was the point in them? She rose slowly from her seated postition and moved fliudly down the little hill towards the remains of the once great settlement. She felt free up here in the mountain air, it gently blowing her fur this way and that. Her tassle swung freely in the breezes, and the grin on her maw was quite clear. She was enjoying herself.

She didn't know exactly why she always liked to wander, but she did any way. She had always thought it was something she'd picked up from her time as a pup alone. She laughed, at one point she'd thought herself a kerl, but now, she was as happy as a lark. She sighed, wondering if she should start her way back to Deor, seeing as it was about halfway through the day now..... But it'd taken her a while to get here, so was there much point in leaving if she'd put the effort in to walk here? She paused, thinking, maybe she'd run into someone up here? She shook hereself. Maybe that wasn't the best idea when she remembered who she'd met the last time. She wasn't paying much attention to what was about her, and she probably wouldn't have noticed if someone actually did join her on the hill. She was still debating on weather or not to leave. It was a howl from the wind that got her attention again. She was alone up here wasn't she?

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[Dakota Spirit]

[Sorry for the wait, Koiji. I know the ending is a little weird, but hopefully it gives you something to work with.]

He came with a slow and easy grace. A toned form, moving quite and undisturbed across the land. The bones of his stiff legs rocked gently in their sockets, propelling him forward step after step, long claws digging into the ground as they went. His face was bright and alert, decorated with gem-like eyes of green and the stern features of one who spent a lot of time contemplating his own actions. Still, the wolf was not as cold as he seemed. Glancing down at the earth beneath his feet, he smiled slightly, amused by the site of the tiny mice that life in surplus among the grass. They fled at the site of him, little feet scurrying, tails glancing across his dark toes if they happened to come to close. It was a lively sight, reminding the wolf of all nature's wide interlinking components. For deep within the dark wolf's body, his heart beat with a fiery passion and spirit. One capable of succumbing to tender appreciation just as fast as it was capable of flaring up in a roaring anger. For now though, the wolf was in a state of quite peace.

Before him, the mass of crumbling foundation was growing closer. Buildings had once stood here. Perhaps places of worship, places of bittersweet feelings, and perhaps places of death. The wolf had seen the headstone's dotting the overgrown landscape. He did not know their meaning of course, but his instincts told him that death had once dwelt here. That in the quite, hardened ground history slept. It was for this reason that the male often found himself venturing over to the lost civilization, eyes focused in wonder has he went from one place to the next. It hadn’t been long ago that he’d been an enthusiast on such matters. A curious and vibrant soul, the wolf had once eaten the stories of land’s past. His mind twirled with possibilities and details that would explain why things existed as they did now. This place, with its ghosts and its tales would have once been a source of infinite joy for him. Still, though those times had past, he had not forgotten these interests and still explored them from time to time, wondering if perhaps it was possible to rekindle what was lost. Stepping lightly upon the scattered rocks and debris, the big wolf soon came to the small slop of a rolling hill.

Standing where he was, the male narrowed his eyes to watch movement in the grass. A small wolf traveled briskly down the hill, little legs moving with the somewhat lumbering grace only a pup knew, tail high behind the small form. He watched passively for a moment, thinking such sites no longer surprised him. These lands seemed to have an endless supply of orphaned cubs, young and left to make it on their own. Alone, he had encountered many of these wondering souls, each with its own unique story and yet no different than the next. They all had a tragic past, a family torn apart, a scar far past healing…all things he’d once lived with. Yet as he watched the white cub continue to move, the male soon realized that this was not one such soul. Rather she was a member of his own pack, a young adoptee of the Scout Silve. Though he’d only met her once or twice, it didn’t take long for his keen mind to kick in, to recall her name. ”Koiji.”, the male called, his deep voice echoing softly around them. Padding closer to the fae, the wolf lifted his dark head and listened for sounds on the wind. ”Do you hear that?”, he asked tilting his head slightly to watch the cub’s face. ”That voice in the breeze? It is not familiar to me.” Allowing his green eyes to travel across Koiji’s form, the male smiled slightly, sadly, as he caught sight of her healing scars. ”Have you not learned, young miss?” His voice was good natured, concerned but not accusing. More than anything, it expressed a sense of protection the wolf felt for his pack members rather than a sense of authority. ”Have you not leaned to stay away from strange lands when you are alone?”

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[Koiji. ♫]

Sorry for the wait you've had on this post. I've got caught up in RL a lot recenty x3
Hope this post makes up for the wait =3 t's a bit babbly again, I kinda went out on a whim, hope it gives you something to work with though ^_^[/i]

The wild call that had sounded only seconds before carried itself off into the distance, travelling on the winds like an animal. The yearling shuddered. The howl had an eerie sound to it, but she didn't recognise it so she just passed it off as nothing. Koiji wasn't quite sure if coming up here had been the best idea... She shook her head quickly and turned; doing so, clocking an ebony figure not to far away from her. She looked for a moment at the Varg who'd joined her on the hill, taking in his features. She was glad to see that this wasn't the fae she'd met up here last time, though she had been really tall. He spoke, and recognititon kicked in just as his powerful voice reached her auds.

"Dakota!" She grinned, padding over to him. The Deorian Beta was looking well, she was a little suprised to see him up here, as not many ventured to the abandoned settlement due to it being near List's territory. A pack that Koiji would rather not have to come across again, especially if they were all like Ayame. She knew that the fae was probably just being loyal, but it still hadn't stopped her from being nasty. "I was wondering about that before..." She said, looking up towards the sky. "I don't think I know who emmitted it, but they sure do sound lonely..." She sighed, curious now to who the howler could be.

Her doggy grin spread across her maw at the ebon Mann's next words. "You'd have thought that I'd have picked that up after meeting Genocide that time,"[/i] She said jokingly, shaking her snowy white head. "I guess not, but it would help if I did wouldn't it, Dak? Do you mind if I call you that?" She asked, she wasn't all too sure of the Beta,having only met him one or twice, and she didn't want him to think that she was being rude. Koiji thought for a second how paranoid she seemed sometimes, when she was a little cub, she wasn't bothered if she was thought strange, now it was like all she aimed to please. "So, what brings you out here Dak?" She asked, her curiousity perked. She was still grinning, clearly pleased to see someone familiar when she was out and about, her tassle swaying in the light wind that surrounded the settlement.

She looked up again at the clouds, growing steaily grey. She loved the autumn, the colours it produced were simply magical, and the season held wonders like thunderstorms and the first of the snows. She knew, although she'd only been on this earth for a year, that once the snows did come, the going would get tough, she wondered what it would be like with a pack this time... She seemed to be lost in thought for moment, before she sort of snapped out of it and came up with another question that she thought suitable to ask Dakota. "Do you think we'll see many storms this winter?" It was a bit random, but the she-wolf knew that Dak would have more experience in telling these things that herself, but from the few storms she had seen, she'd loved watching the sheer power and magic of them. "I love storms,"[/i] She added, smiling. She wanted to speak of reasons why, but her bubbly nature was contradicting the paranoia that she often felt. Had she said too much?[/blockquote]

[Dakota Spirit]

The Beta's face was thoughtful as he listened to Koiji's voice echo around them. Her mention of the voice's melancholy tones stuck in his mind and Dak found himself nodding slightly in agreement. "Yes.", he whispered quietly. "Kerl life can be lonesome. For many a life alone sounds so perfect, like a fantasy. They feel as if they gain freedom, a chance to do what only they want. Even I fell for that dream." The male paused a moment, reflecting on his words. Though it seemed like everything had happened in the blink of an eye, Dak had been residing in Deor for a fair number of months now. Still, he remembered what it had been like to live alone. At first, it had been all he pictured. Having finally tasted pack life, Dakota had been confident that it wasn't for him. That living the life of a kerl was much more suited to his personality. Soon though, as he grew older and his life changed around him, it began to feel less and less like freedom and more and more like a self proclaimed exile. "But...", Dak added, breaking the silence. "In the end these feelings leave and you are left with no one. I can't imagine ever feeling more alone." Offering a slight smile to the pup, Dak laughed quietly as her words continue.

"Genocide was interesting.", he said, now recalling the encounter they'd all had with the red splashed wolf. "Though monsters can be beaten and I definitely had my fun...there is a lesson to be learned. I don't think anyone would want to see you hurt." The male tilted his head the side, studying Koiji's white face and watching her bright eyes. "But you are getting older.", he mused. "Perhaps it is in your nature to wander and explore. After all, that is how we learn all things in life...by experiencing them. And no, I do not mind of you call Dak." Cub's never ceased to amaze the male, always full of curiosity and energy. He was finding that the more and more time spent in their presence, the easier it was to shake away the clouds of despair and guilt that threatened his state of mind. Their enthusiasm became his, working in a manner that had Dakota easing into a more comfortable casualty around his pack members, rather then the stoic rigidity he often wore. "I come here every now and again.", he added turning to face Koiji's pale face. "In my youth I was very...fasinated with myth and legend. The humans drew me in, their stories weaving dreams I could never imagine. Our own history too, the way wolves came to live...I wanted to know it all." Dak paused as his bright eyes scanned the area around them. So much had changed between then and now, between those moments of careless growth and the burdens he now carried as his own. "Those times have passed now and I often must turn my attention to more pressing matters...but occasionally I return, treading through the lands that served as the birth place of such fantastical tales. It's serves as a reminder to myself, something that keeps me connected to my own history and my own past." As his words ended, the male laughed softly to himself. He was finding it easier these days, to share bits of his story with those willing to listen. It came quicker, no longer sticking in his throat with each new word. Still, he had to remember that each audience was different. That while his words would have been suitable for a older companion, Koiji was still young and did not necessarily need nor want a heavily worded explanation for her polite chatting.

Soon his laughter expanded to include the fae, as her bubbly nature surfaced once more. "It's hard to say..", he mused. "We had a particularly dry summer so perhaps there will be a fair bit of rain...a backlog of what we missed. I hope so at least...I'm rather fond of storms myself. They are much easier on my dark skin, often blocking out the sun for a few precious hours. Plus...", he added, trailing off at the end. "The rage a storm wields, the power, it's something that must be admired. There isn't a soul on this earth that can quite match that kind of unchecked will." Dak took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh air around them. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, enjoying the moment, the quick taste of relaxation, life spent without worry. "But Koiji...", he finally breathed quietly. "You didn't answer your own question. Why are you here? What makes you such an admirer of the winter weather?