Hybrid Member

[Abisso]

Fenris burned heavily in the sky, causing one to believe it was noontime. This was the time when most animals are at their least active, resting. The sun melted the snow slowly until there was merely a slush, and oh what fun slush was for this little cub!

Why the heck was such a cub on this terratory without asking permission of Tratto's Blessing. Well, Abisso was the newest member to join Koran. However, being new and all, he knew naught of its members. It was is first day though, and he hoped that he would not be the only cub in this pack. Or at least he longed to make friends with the Vargs. He was now seven months, still considered a cub but growing at a fast rate. Fast even for a cub. Being a hybrid, his appearance was a strange one. His build was to be large, and his paws showed all experianced Vargs such. They were big and awkward for him to walk, as well as his gangly legs. His ears, as well, was large, and his muzzle was of a powerful build. When older, he would possess both the cunning of the Varg, and the strange knowlege of a dog.

He would definately be a large, powerful Varg among these lands, but for now...he was just a cub, frolicking in the slush as one should be.

((Yeah, bad, I know... ))

[Amore]

Sitting quietly on the snow-spattered boulder, a pearly Hybrid faemme watches the new cub move. Her auds prick forward as she watches, the only movement she makes, as she listens to the sounds of paws crunching through the snow. The poor newcomer was making enough of a racket to scare away all the prey between here and the other end of the Koran terra, but she does not bother to correct his faults. Why does she not challenge the cub, an apparent intruder in her Pack's terra? Well, she feels empathy for the young Hybrid, for though he is clearly not a pure dog, there is more than just one breed of the wretched slaves of Man, rather than her own husky/wolf heritage. For Amore knows better than most the hardship a half-breed has to battle through to earn the respect of pure-blooded Varg.

Though she has previously met good kind Varg who welcome her and respect her, with no care for her dual heritage, Amore has also come across many who despise her half-breed kind, refering to her as an Abomination. She had thrice come across these malicious beasts. The first had been the Night Hunter, Serg, a large midnight-shaded Dragga of Sarnes and First of the Balkar - who's twisted Cult of Wolfbane had turned his thoughts to poison. On that very same day, Amore had met her future Drappa, Tarkah, and had been openly disliked by her. The snowy Drappa had not mentioned much, but it was clear from her body language that she was suspicious of Amore, even when the pearly Hybrid had entered her Pack. There had also been a young grey cub, bitter towards her, but the divine faemme had not counted his narrow-minded youthful antics. Instead, she thought of Demon as the third bittersweet bitch to condem her. The fortune-teller had ben travelling across Koranian terra, when Amore challenged her, and - after being accused of being an Abomination - found that Demon was related to Tarkah, through sisterhood.

Finally Amore considers challenging the cub. The two are alike in heritage, but not in age, for Amore is an adolescent, a yearling really, yet it is hard to tell. She had grown taller and slender, built for speed and stamina as her Mother was, yet her pelt was the thick armour-like fur of the Varg, courtesy of her Father. And of course, her orbs were azure depths, gazing at the stumbling cub. "Why are you here, little one?" She questions, her eyes taking on a hard glint as she continues, "You have not stolen prey from the Koran have you?"

[ShadowMercury]

ShadowMercury raised her light muzzle to the crisp air. The snow was slushy, a form of it which she despised. There was no real fun in it and the lighter, nimbler prey could bound along the tops of it with ease while she could hardly even lope through it. She was hungry and although so many creatures were resting, she was on the hunt.

Hearing a sudden loud crack of twigs and the slushy swish of the melting snow, the white wolf pricked her ears forward, her orbs suddenly bright and alert, showing no sign of weariness. Willing herself to be as light as she could, she slowly made her way towards the sound. She thought it must be a deer. A young one, clumsy enough to make so much noise, not nimble enough to travel in ease, silly enough to go out while wolves were out, and slow enough to be caught.
The femme, close enough to be able to here the wet snow swooshing around, wondered what stupidity let this deer's mind to wander so. Peering through some wet, green, pearly undergrowth, she growled. It was a pup, who looked like he had some dog blood in him.

ShadowMercury did not recognize the pup. Stepping lightly forward, trying to have as little trouble as she could through the snow, she now saw another white wolf, who seemed to have some dog blood in her too. Since Shadow herself was quite new, she could not identify this other wolf either, although she had seen her wandering around the Koran packlands. Giving a low, quiet, neutral cry to let the pup know she was there, she sat promptly, letting her tail sink a little in the melting snow.

[Tarkah]

(I'll let you guys post a few more before i come rampagign in )

[Abisso]

((K!))

His large ears swivel at the sudden aproach of a pack member, and he instantly ceases his frolicking, turning towards the she-Varg. He noticed that she was a hybrid (due to the fact that she had the same eyes as his mother) but said naught until she asked her question.

At that question, the handsome cub laughs. Not a rude laugh, but a genuine cub laugh, full of life and spirit it would make one's heart soar with compassion and longing. "Why would I steal?" he says full-heartedly, his fawn-coloured eyes twinkling with his laughter, "Even if I did had prey, it would not be stealing, for I am a new member to this pack. Therefore, I have right to eat whatever I kill upon this terratory, which is now my new home!" and with that, he allows himself to sink into the slush, allowing his odd-marked pelt to become wet around the paws.

With that, he notices another. Cocking his head, the cub lets his pink tongue roll forth from his mouth into a pant. Though the slush was still cold, the air of springtime was warmer compared to the winter months, and like his German Shepherd, Husky, and wolf counterparts, his pelt had grown thick and was now shedding into a lighter pelt that was equally growing lighter in colour. He was larger than the beginning of his becoming upon the land, about the shoulder-height of the full-grown female who had addressed him. And obviously he would grow larger than her, being of a masculine gender, but also larger then some of the males upon this terratory because of his strange mottled blood. His large, awkward paws stated so, and he would grow into both his paws and his long slender, powerfully-built muzzle. But not his ears. They would remain large and acute.

[ShadowMercury]

Shadow Mercury smiled and extended her muzzle and paw slightly towards the hybrid pup. "Hello, young one," she said softly. "I hear you are new to our pack?" The white femme admired how carefree this pup could be, how happy and pleasant. She was a quiet packmember: she hunted when she needed to, and did what was required of her: but she was a quiet, withdrawn varg and she did not say much.

[Amore]

Pearly auds prick forward with interest as she regards the carefree cub before her. He was heavily-built, the trait coming from his Hybrid roots was blatant to her assesing cyan optics, and it was likely that he would grow into a monstrosity in size, such as the friendly Mann, Zhentee, who Amore had first become aquinted with when she entered the Koran. However, it is clear that she is senior to him, as his head comes up to her shoulder, for though she is petite for her age, she is at least a few seasons older than the young cub. Besides, his behavior and attitude is clumsy and cubbish, not the sort to be expected from an elder adolescent such as herself. Rising gracefully to her petite digits, and leaps from the snow-spattered boulder, her slender form curved into an arc shape for a few moments before she lands close to the cub's right side. Although she appears calm and relaxed, her azure orbs have taken on a hard glint as she contemplates his disrespectful speech. "True, it may be, that you carry the scent of the Koran, but the news of your arrival has not yet reached my auds. However, for now, I shall believe your explanation, but if you wish for me to continue believing it, you should learn to show more respect for your elders," Amore's voice is neutral, though ehr eyes flick from the cub to Shadow Mercury, or Scrii as she seemed to prefer to be called. Of course, the news of the Varg's acceptance had reached Amore, and she was glad to meet another member of her Pack. Her tassel swishes softly and slowly from side to side as she turns her gaze fully on Scrii, a silent friendly welcome, before she turns back to the cub and her joyous action ceases, rising a bit to assert her dominance.

((Writer's Block))

[ShadowMercury]

((Awesome that you picked up on that fact, Amore! I'll still continue to call her Shadow Mercury for this RP though. ^^))

Shadow Mercury nodded at Amore's words, her mismatched optics flashing slightly. She laid down her raised paw, and she turned to look at the other varg and smiled, her tail also swaying slightly from side to side in a warm greeting. "Amore's words are true, young one... those who are of higher rank than we will not appreciate your behaviour if you act like you have just acted thus, and their punishment is unknown, but I am quite sure it will not be pleasant..."

The white femme, of course, had not been a Koran member long enough to know what the Dragga and Drappa would do if a varg junior to them were disrespectful, so she doubted her words and they sounded hollow.

[Abisso]

The cub's ears flatten to his head in a solemn manner. He did not know that he had disrespected an elder...all he said was that he was new to the pack and had the right to eat any kill he made upon his new home. Perhaps it was the way he had said it that made this she-Varg scorn him. He whines appologetically, but now he did not act as playful as he did before, now he merely stood there, looking down at his soaked paws in deep regret.

"I don't know what I did to disrespect you..." he murmurs quietly and shyly, loosing his confidence every second of the moment, "I was never raised in a pack, it was only me and Mum...but I've been alone ever since she was gone...and haven't talked to much adults..." His eyes still remain fixed on the ground as though in an action to keep himself from walking away. Even though he was now a part of a pack, Abisso could not help but feel more alone than he ever has been. The Vargs did not even know that he was now a Koran Varg...did he belong in this family?

[Amore]

Watching as the little cub's face falls, Amore cannot help but feel a tinge of guilt as she gazes at his features. Once so plucky, the stranger has been reduced to a shy shadow, sadness glowing in his orbs. Deciding it best to be friendly, the pearly Hybrid takes a few steps forward and bends her head slightly to nuzzle his aud, comforting him. They are close in size, yes, due to Amore's petite anatomy and the stranger's bulky muscles, but not so clsoe in age, and it felt right to comfort him, as a cub would be comforted by an elder member of his Pack. "It's alright," She growls, her voice soothing and soft, "You are a cub and such attitude is to be expected from one so young. I was not raised within a wolf Pack either. Now, tell me your name, little one."

Scrii's words are wise, Amore reflects, glancing at the white faemme again. Though she had not met the newcomer before, it seemed that she has been informed of the Koran's snowy Hybrid by some other Packmate. It pleases the ivory youth that she has been spoken of, and can only suspect it as Zhentee. She felt a closeness to the old Varg when they first met, and she wishes to communicate with him again. He had had friendly eyes, green and sparkling with joy as if he were genuinely glad to see her. And his peltage was easily recogniseable. At the beginning, Amore had assumed that such a formiddable wolf was the Dragga of the Koran, and the way he ahd called of Kadin from snapping at her heels had proved the fact. But she ahd later learnt that in fact, Kadin held a higher rank to Zhentee, being Beta Mann, and his Mate, Phantom, too held a higher rank. It must have been Kadin's open mind that had allowed him to respect the older wolf's words. Apparently, Tarkah ruled alone over the Koran.

[Phantom]

//hope ya don't mind me posting here. I'm still a little rusty from not rping for a while//

Phantom's blackened ears, sensitive to the sounds of the spring day twitched as they picked up the voices of the cubs. Smiling, she padded toward them, eager to check on the youngsters.

When she saw them, she licked her lips thoughtfully. Shadow Mercury and Amore... she knew these cubs. But the other hybrid was an unfamiliar varg. Lifting her tail in friendly dominance, she trotted to them.

"Hello Shadow, Amore," she said, giving both cubs a wave of her tail. "I hope you too are well." She eyed Abisso with a curious stare, her bright yellow eyes scanning his young face.

"I've never seen you before. Tell me your name, young one."

[ShadowMercury]

Shadow Mercury smiled at Amore's words, then turned to see Phantom trotting towards them. She smiled again, letting her tongue hang out slightly and her tail started to wave from side to side. "Hello Phantom! I am well, thank you," she said cheerily. Phantom's last words then came back to her, and she suddenly realised that she did, indeed, not know the pup's name. Tilting her head slightly, she turned back to the other pup, and noticed that he was such a shrunken, small figure now. The white cub ceased her smiling and wondered if her words had been too harsh... She realised that maybe her confirming of Amore's words were too much for the other cub. Whining softly in apology, she flattened her ears slightly as her tail hung straight down, wagging no longer.

[Snowfeather]

\\hope ya don't mind me posting here either. i just follow phantom around \\

Snow's feet trot softly on the warm grass. He lifted his proud head and sniffed the air, wanting to catch the scent of someone to talk to. A look of surprise spread across his muzzle. He had found a scent. No not one, four. Three he knew, but one he didn't. He padded cautiously toward the origin of the scents. Snow was surprised to see his friend Phantom and their fellow pack mates. However, one had the scent of Koran, but not a scent of a varg he knew. He smiled warmly and greeted his friends Phantom, Amore, and Shadow. "Hello All." However he looked upon the young cub before all four and asked with curiosity, "And who just you might be?"
\\sorry to steal your font color Amore, i just thought it was pretty!\\

[ShadowMercury]

((That's alright! Just that I'm getting confused since Shadow Mercury is greeting so many vargs at once. XD))

Shadow Mercury laughed inside as yet another varg came to their little group which was gathered around the hybrid cub who was now a withdrawn figure. She smiled yet again at Snow, although her ears still laid flat and her tail still hung straight down, for she still felt guilty for her seemingly harsh words to the cub. Shadow Mercury hoped that she did not seem rude to Snow, who had grown out of puphood already and was older than the majority of them.

[Abisso]

Listening to the Varg's words, he looked up at her, opening his maw to tell her of his name, when yet another wolf came into the area...another she-varg. Of course, gender mattered not (though it did baffle him to see so many of one gender at once. It can be assumed that he had not been around many Vargs lately) for it caused his drooped plume to twitch in sustained joy. He was always willing to make new friends. He may possess the likeness of a wolf cub, but unfortunately he was becoming to came across as a young dog pup, mainly because he was more of a cheerful sort and his emotions bounced right back up towards being chipper. Yet again, the same question was posed, and the hybrid cub was about to answer...and to his utmost suprise came another Varg, and this time, it was a young male.

Not the sort to feel alarmed by so many strangers in one place, the young cub looks around with bright fawn-coloured eyes and, as the question was thrown into the open once again, declared his name. "I am Abisso!" His voice was now chipper, as though his solemn phase was merely years ago. Once again was the bright glint in his eye and a wag to his tail. Long muzzle allowed his large pink tongue to slip out, and he looked at all of them with a dog-like grin.

((Bah, I'm still suffering from Writer's Block. I hope you all don't mind me continuing Abisso's opening thread, despite the fact that it has been so long... ))