A Dark Endless Night [Open]

[lakaraxxthexxwolf]

The ebony fae walked higher and higher into the steep mountin, clawing her way up as she scented the air for any life forms, staring at the moon. "It's late. I should go to a den or something." She thought to herself. She loomed about wandering into the endless night. The freezing air thicken each step she took into the rocks. The trees looked as if they were moving back and forth, left to right. The clouds covered the moon and the mist higher in the air. The air smelt of other wolves.

The onyx fae reached the grass and laid down for a while. Why did she get the inpestion that someone was watching her? The thin air made it hard to breath and she was panting hard. Her head disey. She felt like she was going to faint any minute now. Her shinning gold hues searching across the barren Vally. The stars shown brightly in the sky. The midnight she-wolf could see the orange red lights in the village. Her ears pricked picking up the music signals. She could smell the freshly cut meat making her slaver at the mouth, eyes watering. She could see people dancing and enjoying themselves. She looked on in utter disbelief that they were good.

The wind carried a smell of a fresh kill neby. Thinking it was a bear the midnight fae lead on into the darkness. With only the light of the Goddess Tor to guide her she walked on not knowing what would show up in her path. All Lera were sleeping sound in their den or cave or some type of home while this fae nowhere call home. She wandered endlessly. The leaves shook and glided in the air as they fell from the trees.

The grass was wet with dew and the wind flashed threw the trees making them seem to howl. The she-wolf's pads were soaked with dew and she had finally found a small cave to stay in. In accomplishment she howled. A howl so loud it seemed to reach down the mountain all the way to the forests. She lay down and tried to sleep, but couldn't stop thinking that something or somebody was watching her.

[▪ Talar ▪]

The steep mountains where all types of lera grow up to live,High at the top was a small den, a sort of were a Kerl might call home. Lera were scarce this year, but along her den there was a dead herla that she drug, it was skinned to the bone.Walking through all of the pack's no-mans-land was pretty lonely for her, yet she never knew much other wolves. One day she even saw a lone wolf walking on the side of the mountain next to her. She had a dark color to her.

That night she went down into the lower affairs of the human settlements, they were celebrating their yearly dance. Talar snooped around through the shadows trying to get a glimpse of where some fresh pig might be. She smelt it, and it was strong. A group of villagers then passed by, their figure blocking the fire one-by-one. She backed off and decided to go around to the farm, all of the humans were gone. The one thing the left were the dogs, Talar smiled, she had always loved to tease them. Luckily the night had brought the dogs to sleep and Talars swiftness came to an advantage as she crept in.

Talar immediately picked out the lera, an old, fat sheep. She was close to it, she crept further, and with a flash of fangs and claws, Talar quickly killed it by tearing its throat so it wouldn't cry. the only sound came from the rest of the sheep who woke up, as did the dogs. Quickly as Tor shined the way to go, Talar sped out with the fresh kill, the dogs weren't to far behind, but darkness was her advantage. The wind was blowing hard and in the way she was going. The dogs had lost her trail and she seemed to escape.

Above her she heard a howl, it felt as it weren't a howl of loneliness or sorrow, but of life and wonder. Talar tilted her head as the howl rose up to the skies bringing life into the mountain. She dropped of the carcass behind a while back of her den. To interested to eat. Talar felt a strange presents about her, like the wolf who she had heard was close. She stepped to the entry of her little fox cave to see a she-wolf looking back at her.

[Khaza Tsubaki]

ooc: Do you mind if i join in?

Two solid gold orbs glowed through the inky hues of the night. Tor glowed brightly above the barren land, casting jagged shadows from rocks across the earth. The hairs on a sleek, grey, silver and black muzzle quivered as a chilly breeze blew over the fae, tussling through her shiny, tri-hued fur. Her pelt consisted of mainly a dark grey with a silver underbelly and muzzle. A black dorsal stripe ran from the tip of her nose to the top of her tail. She had black ears and legs and a stripy black, grey and silver bushy tail. She sat down on her haunches on a rocky slab.

The fae had been wandering around the mountains for a while. She had been born near Harja so was used to the rough climate, even found it homely. After leaving her birthplace she had roamed the land endlessly, it just happened to be that her journey would lead her back to this terrain. Being a kerl she was quite isolated and had grown content with her own company.

Her golden pools flickered down the slope to the tamed firelight that the humans were dancing around. It baffled her how they could use their paws to do such incredible things like tame fire and control herla. As inquisitive as she is, she wasn't about to risk anything to find out more about these unusual creatures called humans. She turned her attention to three dogs laid quietly at the humans sides. Her lip curled back in annoyance as she thought to herself. "Foolish creatures, letting themselves be tamed and commanded by humans. They have no pride..." The fae turned her head away sharply as if it was painful to look at.

A howl erupted from below her, causing her to freeze and make her hair stand on end. "What the?.." She jolted upright and peered over the edge of the slab that she was stood on, seeing that she was infact stood on a den. From where she was she saw two varg facing each other. What was going on?

[lakaraxxthexxwolf]

The thick black smoke was drifting up into the mountains as they carelessly danced around it. The bright light was almost blinding as Fenris’ own rays if you were to look straight at it. The tamed dogs that lay at the humans side was a horrid sight. How could they just let themselves be tamed so easily? Do they have no pride as a canine? At the looks of it no they didn’t know what pride was. Ryku knew that they weren’t varg but they were close enough. What animal in the right mind would roll over for a slab of meat? Even a starving Lera had more sense than that.

The solitary creature picked herself up off the ground and looked around the trees and rocky terrine around her. Bright amber eyes scanned the area for other varg present. Slowly the Deorian scout peered below her to see eyes staring back at her. Then the scent of the other drifted into her nares. It was a femme and seemed to belong to someone from Ge-Rad. The pack was an ally of Deor. Her eyes pricked up toward the other but one steered sideways as another sound was caught by her senses. Ryku’s senses were sharpened to perfection since she took up the position as scout. The ebon femme’s smile spread across her maw like butter to toast.

“Hello,” she spoke softly and lightly, bowing in respect to the other animal. “I am Ryku, scout of Deor, and who do I have the pleasure of addressing?” she asked her eyes never leaving the stranger but her right ear curved to hear the other movement. Something above her was moving but what? She couldn’t put her claw on it. She didn’t care though. Moving forward to meet the other varg she smiled happily even though her sleep was interrupted. The scars along her muzzle and the scar along her back were healing but they would remain there. Tuffs of fur were outlining them as they became skin. Her golden bangles clacked as she moved to the other fae. This was an interesting night indeed.


OOC: sorry it took so long! Sorry not one of my best...

[▪ Talar ▪]

Talar Felt a presence of two varg, both Faes, both of Deorian scent. Her nose took in all the information it could. THe young adolecent had nothing to fear though, allies, right? Talar felt warry but calm to show no fear, she could only see one of the two varg she had smelt. Out of the cave much above her, a she-wolf of a friendly face came out naming herself and her position in the pack. Talar smiled. "Nice to meet you Ryku, I am Talar! Ge-Radian-....uh." Talar stopped in the middle of her sentance, she never really was assigned a position. A pang of embarassment hit her. "I'm just an adolecent." I thinkTalar said lowering her head resectibly a bit to a higher elder.

Talar could smell the human gathering behind her, and feel its glowing and warmth. Much more, also the other Fae lurking in their precence. "Is there another amongst you, Ryku?" Talar asked seeing the small little scars that shown in the light of both Tor and the human activities, Talar didn't ask, but kept it to herself hiding it with a light smile.

Talar then licked her jowls that were covered in the sheeps blood. Hunger clinched in her stomach just knowing that it was there, in the back of her mind. SHe wouldn't mind to share, as long as she could eat it soon, after venturing into the mountains in search of food, since many places of her home territory had been scares where the animals couldn't be seen in hours of hunting. She lowerd her head to the food and tore off a leg. "Have some, please, I don't mind." Talar said then walking over to a flat sheet of rock next to the small cave.

Fairly indeed this night did seem long, watching the fire's glowing air. It seemed like magic, deathly magic, and filling your mind with wonder. Day dreaming, Talar kept thinkinf she saw somthing differnt about this celebration of the humans. She smelt blood in it too, though they were far away, the wind blew to them all of the scents of the activities. Though the blood seemed not to be of Lera blood, it was their own kind. A sacrifice. Talar almost laughed at these humans stupidity. Was there any point to it, or did this Fae just not nderstand.

Ooc- its okay, and same here...loosing muse lol

[Scarlet]

ooc: Mind if I pop in? Well to bad im in here already. Oh, and Talar it m Shadow (evil charrie) mua ha ha ha

The strong faes legs quietly padded acrossthe barren hard, and deadly land. The night echoed the danger of the mountain through. Of course she was not afraid of what could be lurking, because she was what was lurking. The other creatures who came near in attept to frighten her ran awaywithin onee look of te fightening fae.

Her pelt was solid black with red markings all over her body that looked like veins. Her red eyes shone in the night. Alll yu could see of her were her eyes. Her ears twitched towards the direction of sound below the peak of which she lurked at night. She trotted over to the legde and watched the faes carefully. She chuckled very quietly, she could smell teir fear in the air. Her large muscles rolled through body as she decided whether to kill them of to torture them with fear. She decided to just stay there for a while.

She was unusually large for a wolf. Huge muscles bulged under her fur, and her red eyes glowed. She smelled blood in the air, she breathed in the scent ad sighed. "Aah, the scent of death and fear." she said quietly. She sighed and leaned over the cliff more. She made an invisbled shadow downb below. Finally she decided she should have some fun. With a terrifying snarl she leaped fromm the cliff and landed on all fours with a thud. Her muscles rolled and her lips pulled back reveiling long bloody red fangs. She laughed evily. "Who might some weak siklas like you be doing here?" she said it sacasticly and laughed again. She had no plan to kill them but if they showed anyting besides fear their fate wouldn't be very good. She chuckled again. Her head low and her lips back. She walked closer and closer to them pushing them against the rock wall. She smiled, even if they had brought a whole pack they were outnumbered. Another cackle found its way out terrorising the varg.

[Zarrow]

OOC: Mind if I also join in? Don't. I'll KILL you if you do muahaha!!!
-evil polar opposite of Fellack. But, seriously. Guess who??-

Meanwhile, an ear-splitting scream could be heard from the edge of the human encampment along with the painful howls of the dogs who, pathetically, failed to protect the small human girl who strayed off from the ritual.
I just couldn't help myself, could I? Zarrow chastised himself as he bared his teeth at the humans who stood in terror and mourning, one a mother who now looked down pitifully at her dead child that lay before Zarrow. These stupid humans, these pathetic curs who allow themselves to be dominated by such greed- It disgusts me! Zarrow's mind wheeled with rage at what the humans have done to what may once have been a Putnar like him, but was now a pathetic domestic dog. So, as he traveled following Scarlet's scent, he came across these disgusting human vermin that he had to kill just one. And the dogs? They were all dead, and one's body lay limp in his strong jaws. Zarrow growled before sprinting off in the direction of the other Varg.
Zarrow arrived upon the dark, cold encavement where Scarlet was already "threatening them as usual". Zarrow sighed. She's sooo repetitive. With a loud growl, Zarrow too entered the cave, and beside Scarlet he tossed the corpse of the cur he had taken from the humans. "I couldn't help myself, sister. It was tooo tempting." He licked his chaps, swallowing the warm, fluid blood. Zarrow now barred his teeth to the two Varg at the back of the cave. He smiled. "Well, well. What have we here? A few wandering Siklas, come to be met up by the big bad Kerls." Zarrow's eyes glowed and darted to the one with the strange markings on her muzzle. "Care to explain why you hate us so?"