The Forgotten Returns

[Zhentee]

It was silent on the fall morning. Light shone threw the low hanging fog giving the brown forest a golden glow. The land of the Koran pack was flourishing like it always had, and it was just as she always remembered it.

The silence of the morning was broken by the crunching leaves, As a large bark varg wandered threw the golden forest. This land was noting like his old home, now was it like any of the places he had ever seen in his travels. The old varg had been across mountains plains, he was even lucky enough to get across the great waters that separate lands, and find his way back. With each step a memory of the past he had long forgotten came to him.

Crunch.

The day he had meet the mate of his life. The beautiful white varg was all he wanted, thought she was blind, he did not care. Little did they know it as cubs, but the two grew up together to become a great Dragga and a great Drappa to the Ge-rad pack, thought at that moment either of them knew of their great destiny, as the innocently played with the beautiful and mysterious flying bug. They were lucky enough to meet Shatocwnn on that day. The gray femme was not too fond of The black varg with the strange red-brown marking, but she became best of friends with the white blind she varg, named Zephyr.

Crunch.

One day they were even lucky enough to meet the great white goddess. The two had no idea how blessed they were as they played and frolicked with the large beautiful, glowing white varg. But they couldn’t have had a happier moment as pups.

Crunch.

The day they became leaders of Ge-rad. They two had grown very fond of each other in their youth, and it was inevitable that they would become mates. However the black varg had gone off wonder like he often did leaving Zephyr to care for their small pack, thought it wasn’t that small when he returned.

Crunch.

There were many vargs in his pack, but some were more memorable than others. Keechak. A blue-black she varg, with cobalt eyes. Keechak was a wonderful wolf, who was one of Zephyr’s best friends, and a brave, loyal and loved pack mate to all. But like all wolves, Keechak grew up and left Ge-rad to be the Drappa of her mates pack, the Frence pack.

Crunch.

Aztec, the daughter his mate adopted while he was away. There were some rough times with her in the beginning. She refused to call him her father, so the two promise to just be friends, their relationship grew, and she soon saw him as a loving father. His little girl grew to be a respectable wolf, and a Drappa to the Deor pack.

Crunch.

There were many femme wolves in his pack, but one of the most memorable was Tarkah. A beautiful white pup He took in and cared for. She wasn’t his birth daughter, but at times he thought of her as such. Like most of his pack he watched, and helped her grow into a smart strong leader. And like most, when the time came she too left his pack, joined her mate, and became the great Drappa of Koran.

Crunch.

But times weren’t all happy, One his lands were let aflame by man, and he watched as his home was burned to the ground. The fire was strong, and not only did he have to deal with the threat of flame, but the man stayed around to antagonize the wolves. But the Dragga wasn’t going to let his family parish in this fight with evil. He not only fought with humans and fire to lead his family to safety, but he stayed behind, and made sure to be the last ones out of the hell that was growing around them.

Crunch.

Not soon after his land was destroyed, but his position was handed down and entrusted to the care of Bryrpaw, and his mate Talla. Zhentee felt bad having to step down, it wasn’t that he felt they would treat his pack badly, they were great leaders as far as he was concerned, but it had to be done…

Crunch.

… because soon after his Zhephyr fell ill, and wandered off to find her puppy hood friend Shatocwnn. Once found, the two laid together in a snowy blaze of winter, in the land of list. Their hearts beating side by side, just like they had in their childhood, and in their life, and then…together… they stopped, bringing upon their death, leaving friends family and mates to morn their death.

Crunch.

After that, is when the large varg had left the lands, but before he did, his sanity broke. And after threatening his own pack members, there was a chase threw the forest, ending with the former Dragga plunging into a raging river, sure to take his life. But he was lucky. The large varg rode rapids, fell down falls, and even exhausted him self trying to swim, but some how he managed to make it to safety. However after that he hadn’t return to the lands of Transylvania…

Until now.

The varg mounted the crest of a great hill, looking over the lands he would soon call home. Though, they were not his. No, the land he had called home had changed so, he didn’t even recognize the scent. But on the other side of the hill he could smell her. A white varg he had not seen in a long time, and he wondered if she knew of his coming? Would the gods have sent her a dream? Would she smell him? Or perhaps it would be a surprise. One would know, but from the bottom of the hill, all could see black ears slowly emerging. The red-brainwave with the emerald eyes, and black streaked muzzle would fallow. One could soon after see his shoulders, his right black his left the same red-brown. It flowed down his whole front leg and paw, the other’s marking started at mid-leg, and flowed down to his paw. The middle toes of his hind paws were painted red-brown, and down the top of his back and down the top of his tail. And finally the Grand wolf could be seen once again. And looking down He saw the only one he still remembered in the time he was gone, the white varg Tarkah.

He paused for a moment, and then With all the energy He could muster, the Former Dragga bolted like lightning, racing down to hill to meet the varg. He let out a Powerful, happy howl as he raced. And finally, he was home…

Zhentee had made it home.

((MY GODS! That took like and hour and a half to write! So you BETTER read it ALL Tarkah! LOL! j/k! XP! YAY! it’s a happy day, cuz Zhentee is BACK!))

((did I forget any one?… why do I feel I am forgetting someone important from the old pack. And I couldn’t remember if Zhentee adopted Tarkah, or if she joined the pack when Zephyr was away… or what… oh well… and I hope I remembered every thing right… if something is wrong tell me, and I’ll fix it! Thanks!))

[Phantom]

[Erm... hope you don't mind me posting here first.]

Bright yellow eyes darted toward a distant hill as a howl reached the Co-Drappa's auds. She spied a powerful Dragga tearing down the slope, howling joyfully. The message in the call was clear. "I'm home!," it sounded, "I'm finally home!"

Curious, Phantom began trotting towards him to investigate. She did not recognize the varg. He was older than she, about Tarkah's age, she guessed. The Dragga seemed to be unthreatening, so Phantom lifted her tail and smiled.

"Greetings, stranger. I am Phantom, Co-Drappa of Koran," she said proudly. "Who are you, and why have you come to this land?"

[Zhentee]

(( i dont mind you posting first, but i'm going to wait for Tarkah befor i reply! ^__^ ))

[Kahuri]

Paws danced as the young fae bounded happily along. The cool airs rushing over her slender muzzle and thin sleek body. Nimbly the she-wolf flew over logs and splashed through shallow streams and continued to run. Pulling back her head and letting herself simply go where she wished. For at the moment there were no limits. Gravity raised and for a while the femme felt that she could fly. Simply raised form the ground and soar through the clouds. However, her heart may be doing so, but she still was aware of the weariness creeping up her limbs and the burning sensation growing in her lungs and chest. Soon, she was forced to stop and catch her breath.

Still panting furiously Kahuri raised her head at the faint sound of a howl. Not the usual long and sorrowful call, no, this one was full of glee and happiness. Now what could one be so joyful about? she pondered lightly. Curious the blue tinted fae followed the cries that echoed through the Koran’s territories.
It was soon her picked up the scent of Phantom, but she could tell that the co-Drappa was not the one making the outcry. Her pace picked up when another smell filled her keen nostrils. The aroma of another wolf. A stranger. But Kahuri was not at all surprised. There had been many strangers coming here this season. Most only she did not know. From the tones of the cheery howls she guessed that this one must also be familiar with the Koran’s realm.

Her deep jade green eyes saw the figure bounding through the woods. Just as she had been doing earlier. But there was more purpose in the stranger’s stride. From what she could see he was a Dragga. His pelt a dark shade of ebon, but across his face ran a strange coloration. Red. Pure crimson pooled around his face and muzzle, a streak of black found its way into the puddle of scarlet on the wolf’s façade. Though Kahuri wanted to go and greet him as she saw Phantom below doing she remained a ways away. For some reason feeling a shy.

[Tarkah]

Tarkah bustled about in the Koran lands, her paws treading lightly as she wandered through her territories. Her golden eyes blinked as she shook out her fur that was becoming once again fluffy and thick for the cooler season. Though Tarkah had noticed that her fur was somewhat thicker and fluffier than most vargs. Her black tipped ears twitched as she brought her gaze skyward. She sighed when sh saw the depressing skies. The grey blanket of clouds seemed to have swallowed up the tranquil blue and not everything was dark and grey.

Tarkah shivered and shook her muzzle before walking on. The snow was on its way. True Tarkah had to admit that the first snow was always the funnest but that was before the storms, the blizzards, the winds that brought on death, disaster and harsh climate of Transylvania.

But Tarkah walked on, remembering her first winter. She smiled, she was with Ge rad then. And she sighed, the memories seemed to have happened centuries ago, but one thing the arctic drappa was glad for was that those memories had never faded.

Tarkah stopped and watched a small rodent like creature skitter around. The white drappa tilted her head and watched it with a small smile before a rustling noise had alerted her attention. Her golden eyes darted quickly from one corner to the other. Who was there? Tarkah thought and she then saw a shadow lurking about opposite her. Tarkah cocked her head and her eyes pinned upon the slow moving shape. She saw that it was a varg. hackles had rose but fell when she saw that it was only Phantom.

Tarkah smiled and then turned padding towards the more rocky and hilly parts of Koran. Her strides were steady as she made her way over. The white drappa stopped and jumped, her ears perked and her golden eyes widened.
A deep booming howl rose and echoed throughout koran. Tarkah looked about, wondering whom it was, she didn't recognize it to be anyone from Koran, yet it was so familiar...

Tarkah began to turn to travel towards the sound over the hills but before she could make steady progress she could see a dark hued varg bounding over the hills. Tarkah blinked, frozen in her stance. the varg now seen as a large dragga began to run straight toward Tarkah. Was he charging toward her? Tarkah wondered. No he was not. The varg seemed happy and his stride seemed to be filled with joy.

Tarkah jumped back and her lips twitched and her hackles raised in alert as her tail flagged up-wards to show that she was Drappa. Her fangs slightly barred. But the face of the male struck recognition and his crimson markings were all too familiar, yet Tarkah could not remember.

Just before the male could reach Tarkah. Phantom had appeared in front of the male and barked at him. Demanding whom he was and what his business was in Koan. Tarkah had wondered the same thing.

Tarkah padded forward, and her golden orbs met with the males bright emerald ones. Tarkah cocked her head as she remembered a memory. Of looking into those eyes before. So warm and, for some reason it felt like home. Tarkah remembered looking up into those eyes. But that could only mean...

Tarkah jumped up and she focused all her senses on the male and she gasped. She galloped forward and jumped, tackling the ebon coloured male. "Zhentee?!" Tarkah barked in question and shock. But how could it be? How could it be he? when he was not seen for so many a seasons already. Tarkah whined as she looked at the male. Was this Zhentee? Hopefully the drappa had not made a mistake. Tarkah stepped back fro m the male and looked at him from afar. The wolf that she could so rightly call her father. The white wolf had always looked up to Zhentee as a father, although she had come into Koran as a lost pup and the black femme keechak had recruited her.
Tarkah then nuzzled Phantom for a greeting before looking over to the wolf.

"Zhentee is it really you?" She asked, her voice filled with hope for what his answer would be.

((fwee yup i read EVERY word Zhentee ^^ haha. umm you forgot Kenyi!
umm you didn't technically adopt me but your also technically my father in a way ))

[Zhentee]

((YAY! I’m a lazy person and a horrible procrastinator! XP sorii it took so long to post!))

Zhentee was suddenly stopped by a wolf he did not recognize, or did he care about, all he wanted now was Tarkah. The wolf had asked him something but Zhentee ignored it, continuing to pad forward. Soon he could see Tarkah heading toward him, but she must not have recognized the wolf, for she was proceeding with an angry look and her body language say she was ready to fight. Zhentee knew it would take a moment, but she had to remember him.

Just as had predicted, The white wolf soon came to realize who it was, and Zhentee was happy to see the wolf bounce with joy. Banc and forth, he was sure if she was a dog her tail would have to be wagging a mile a minute. “Yes its really me.” he said with the best wolf smile he could muster.

((BALH! Short and stupid but oh well.. I’m in a badish mood.

And OMG kenyi!… *ponders*.. Oh crud, I’m too lazy to change it….))

[Tarkah]

Tarkah's golden eyes burst into fits of delight as she took in the image of Zhentee. Her dragga and what she could basically call her father. Tarkah yipped with joy and jumped toward him and covered him with licks and nuzzles. "But but but how? why? Where have you been Zhentee?" Tarkah said with a whine. Tarkah then barked to Koran's members and grinned,

"This is Zhentee. Ge rad's former dragga and my dragga at that." she said with much pride.
Takrkah sighed though and looked to Zhentee, "I'm sorry but, Ge rad has been taken over" Tarkah said with a low growl. "by Draeg. I'am not too sure if you had me him yet, but he has. Chased my son out of the lands and gained control and leadership in the land that was once ours. or should i better say yours." Tarkah muttered and nuzzled Zhentee.

"Oh but do say you will be staying!" Tarkah barked looking up hopefully into the eyes that belonged to a great ebon varg with crimson design.

((sorry I'm not feeling all to great, so yeah post sucks))

[Zhentee]

((its okay, we are all entitled to suckie posts.. Most of mine are suckie to weeeeee!))

Zhentee was surprisingly tackled to the ground and soon coated with the affection of the long missed white varg. He chuckled slightly with the white vargs question of were he has been. And he stood back up wondering, were had be been indeed? He did not know that names of the lands in which he had traveled to, nor the names of most of the animals he meet. “Oh… here and there…” he answered. “Across lands and waters that stretch farther and most land.” that was the only way he could think of to explain it.

After he had answered the question Tarkah into duce him to the rest of her pack, while he stood tall and proud of his former pack mates praise. He looked down to meet Tarkah’s golden gaze and she told him of what has happened to his former home. “No.” he said with a stern tone, “I have not meet this Draeg, but when I passed threw Ge-Rad on my way here, the smell was all too different. I knew there was something wrong.” Zhentee inhaled and exhaled slowly, keeping control on his temper, however he was toughly mad to know that this Draeg, fellow had taken over his old pack. “So he chased away your son, but what happened to Talla? She was Drappa last I knew. What has become of her?” He asked concerned. Talla was hand chosen by his mate to take over the pack, and he almost couldn’t believe that the pack had fallen so. “Ge-Rad was not just mine. It was a home to many, and to them it should have stayed. It was OUR land and OUR home.” Sadness was starting to hang over him as he wondered what had happened to his pack mates when this Draeg took over…

But his thoughts were interrupted when Tarkah spoke. “Yes… Yes I do think I will stay.” he said with a smile.

[Tarkah]

Tarkah winced as she heard Zhentee'ss interpretation of the turn over of Ge rad. Her black ears that were much like Zephyr's folded and she sat on her haunches and nodded. "This draeg, I have met him on several occasions. He is well in his prime, his fur the tint of amber, with dusts of orange. His eyes if i so recall are the hue of ember and his pelt a large bushy matter." Tarkah said trying to remember how he had looked like the last time she had seen him. "But more, oh i have heard from many that he has two mates. One the drappa of his pack and the other a hybrid if i so recall. I have not met either one, and do not care to meet them, though i wouldn't mind getting at them." Tarkah mumbled. now with ge rad taken over her son Bryrpaw had no where but koran to turn to. But Tarkah knew that Bryrpaw wasn't about to settle down and live peacefully in the realms of Koran.

Tarkah looked up and shrugged about the question of the former ge rad drappa Talla. Tarkah had known her since she was a pup and had a good friendship with the silver tipped fea. Tarkah shrugged, "I haven't heard much of Talla. I heard that she and Bryrpaw had some kind of dispute and Talla had left Ge rad only to come back later. I don't know what happened after. I heard she had fallen ill, from what i do not know. Though, i think it was from heartache." Tarkah shrugged and she lifted her eyes to look at the grey skies above. Snow would fall soon. "Bryrpaw hasn't said anything about her so i do not know." Tarkah sighed as she watched as a small snowflake fell and disappeared.

"But it is good to have you back Zhentee. I could do well with some more company" Tarkah said smiling to the Koran members, "we all could huh?" She said and padded a few paces to the right. She had felt empty hearted ever since her mate had left. Every winter seemed colder then the last. and every winter Tarkah's flame flickered and came oh so dangerously close to going out. But perhaps her heart was mending, but even though it was, it was mending very slowly.

But Tarkah sighed, she would have to tell him that his daughter had perished last season. The great drappa of Deor. "Zhentee." Tarkah said dipping her muzzle sadly, "Aztec, drappa of deor, your daughter had died last winter." Tarkah said her ears pulling back once more. "A bear had injured her and she did not make it. but her children still roam Translavania" Tarkah said and looked up ,her golden eyes still as the snow fall began to increase.

[Zhentee]

(( OOC: keep in mind bitch is a female dog! ))

Zhentee growled lightly as he heard Tarkah describe Draeg, he sounded like an interesting wolf, but when Zhentee heard about his two-timing, he snapped and snarled “He what!?” he asked, voice booming. “And this despicable son of a bitch has taken over Ge-Rad?” Zhentee had a bit of a hot temper, and appalled the idea of a varg having more than one mate at the same time. “And one is only half varg? At least it wasn’t she who had become Drappa.” he snarled more. Not that Zhentee simply disliked half breeds, but in a situation like this… Ge-Rad was his old pack, he dispised the thought of it falling to something like this… something so despicable.

The Dragga’s heart skied a beat and sank slightly with the news of Talla… she was such a wonderful varg, “The poor thing…” Zhentee sympathized, much different from the mood he had just in. But the varg had no idea the slight grief he felt was going to feel like joy compared to the grief he was going to feel with the news he was about to receive. His first daughter, his baby girl, gone? It couldn’t be. His jaw dropped slightly, as his heart sank to his paws. His mind would have fallen to the darkest pit of insanity, if it hadn’t already been there. “No…” he whispered quietly, “She cant be!” he muttered slipping into denial. The death of his mate, and the switching of power in his pack years back is what threw him into an insane depression that caused his to run away, and wander to all the placed he did. And just as he was able to coup with the losses, and return to Transylvania, he discovers his daughter had fallen while he was gone. The varg stepped backwards a few paces, his eyes were hallow, and all he wanted to do was run again. Far from the land that caused him so much pain, and so much sadness.

He turned and started to run. As he did so, he looked back, his pace slowed as he laid his eyes on Tarkah, was she the only things left from the old days?

((feel free to fallow him, or you may never see him again! XP J/K))

[Tarkah]

Tarkah looked to Zhentee and her ears fell flat against her head. Her golden eyes fell to the snowy ground and Tarkah whimpered. Aztec was like her sister. She had looked to Aztec as a bigger sister ever since she was accepted into the Ge rad lands as a pup. Keechak at the time, one of the two beta's. the other one being Aztec. Had accepted her into the pack. Aztec had always been there for the arctic drappa.

Tarkah looked to Zhentee and saw the sadness vivid in his eyes. Tarkah did not know what to say. Did she regret telling him of the fateful news? Already the Deor drappa's death had expired for over a year in Translavannia. It was Zhentee's every right to know.

Tarkah looked at her paws and kept her glance there when Zhentee had caught her attention. Tarkah looked up and saw that he had spun on his heels and began to run. Tarkah barked at him and looked up at the crimson black dragga. He had looked over his shoulder and stared at Tarkah.

He had just came, he won't leave again would he? Tarkah whined and stepped a step toward him. He couldn't leave. He was the only one left from Tarkah's puppy hood. Not only that but Zhentee was like Tarkah's father.
Tarkah watched as he ran and barked, "Zhentee!" the white dappa called. Her golden eyes looked from one pack member o another before the arctic femmes back feet kicked up and launched her forward kicking up powdery snow as she ran after the male.
(it sucks)

[Zhentee]

Zhentee wanted to run, he wanted to hide, he wanted to howl, and he wanted to die. So many things had happened to him, and he almost regretted coming back, perhaps it was better if he had just continued wondering, living with the illusion every thing was fine. He was hurt, and it unfortunately it affected his ability to make rational decisions, and he was set on running again. But when he heard his name, he slowed slightly, and looked back, his eyes meet hoes gold one, and reality hit him like the tree he ran into head on. The realization of his would have action throb in his heart, like the pain that now throb in his head from the meeting of his head to the tree’s trunk. It wasn’t fair to her, she had lived threw it all, and he was only experiencing it second hand. Its not that it wasn’t the same amount of grief, or amount of hurt, but she had to experience it over time, and he only had to endure it all at once. That beautiful Black and white varg.

Zhentee looked up to see Tarkah running towards him, he could see the emotion in her eyes, that sadness of the thought of him leaving again. He sighed, laying his head in the snow. He wined into the snow at his stupidity, plus his head hurt.


((erm.. Its latish.. And I have been deprived of coffee…. So.. Yeah I blame the crappyness on that! XP YAY EXCUSES!))