Krystal Zanguzen
Sikla
Lead Scout and Emissary of Ge-Rad
Ge-Radian by Heart but Zanguzen by Blood
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Post by Krystal Zanguzen on Nov 24, 2006 16:35:45 GMT -5
“So warm…” Whispered the tired Fae as she lay on Maverick’s back, taking in his soft scent. Warmth was interrupted however, when she suddenly felt that Maverick has begun moving. She soon found herself in the den of the Arctic Drappa. Darkness blanketing her vision, Krystal was soon lowered by Maverick onto the soft floor. There, she opened her eyes too see Maverick sit beside her, to protect her from the elements. She was certainly glad to have found the white wolf. They had shared much history together in the past couple of months. But she too was curious about what Maverick had too say to the Koran pack. Laying her muzzle on her front paws, she kept her eyes open, and ears up, to listen to the wise words of Maverick’s tale.
(Sorry for the short post, I have to go out now)
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Post by Snowfeather on Nov 26, 2006 2:15:56 GMT -5
"Hurry up children, we want to make it back to the den before it gets too dark." The sun was setting over the western hills and Snow knew that if his pups were not back in the den by dark, there could be danger. He had spent the day teaching his pups the basics of hunting for soon they would be able to do it on their own. He padded faster and faster urging his children to keep up. They had just left the border of the Koran territory. It would be a while before they got back, but if they hurried they would get there in time. The cold air bit his muzzle as if a raven was pecking him continuously. From the distance, Snow heard a familiar voice calling. It was the voice of his longtime friend Phantom. It seemed worried in a way. "Come on children, we have to go faster now. Something is causing trouble in Koran." From the looks on the pups faces, he knew that they had sensed the danger in his voice and quickened their pace. The family pelted through the woods faster than ever.
Snow knew where the voice had come from; the den. He hurried to that direction and arrived quickly. He sped into the den and quickly growled "Wha.." however, his sentence was halted as he scented an unfamiliar scent on the breeze. "There is one who is not of Koran here. Where is he, has he hurt one of you?" His eyes searched the depths of the den and soon found the image he had been searching for. A wolf he did not know was lying on the ground. He looked as if he had had a tough time recently, and needed a healer badly. A smaller wolf stirred beside the Mann, obviously a Feamme. She looked exhausted and in need of a good cleaning. Snow then adressed the collected group of packmembers. "Who are these wolves and what has brought them here?"
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Post by Mav on Nov 30, 2006 14:50:56 GMT -5
The Koran Vargs were gathering into the Drappa’s den. It would soon be time to reveal to them the truth about Frecne’s last day. The last to arrive was Snow, the white healer of Koran. She was a welcome sight too the former Dragga. “You must be the healer Phantom spoke about, Snow.” Maverick said to her. “We are no threat to your pack I assure you. But my friend here, along with myself are in need of your gifts, healer of Koran.” The breeze of the land was gentle, yet it only helped to carry the scent of the former Dragga’s blood around the den, making the area smell as if there had been a freshly made kill recently. “I know this may seem like an odd request,” Maverick continued, keeping his golden Dragga stare on the healer. “But could you take a look at my friend first? I won’t be healed on the inside until I know she is safe.” Maverick made a motion with his muzzle towards Krystal, to show Snow where she was situated in the den.
In the meantime, the Arctic Varg took a moment to gaze at the Koran pack. His golden orbs first looked upon the form of his sister. Time hadn’t changed her physically. She was as majestic as ever, a beautiful and wise Drappa. She was the spitting image of their mother, with her father’s eyes. He smiled at her, and spoke. “Mother would be proud of you sister, you have done a magnificent job with your pack. I’m sure at this very moment, she is smiling and looking upon you, her eyes filled with envy and joy from Tor’s red meadow.” His gaze then turned to Phantom, his friend from long ago. She was a trusted ally to the Frecne, and a close friend to the former Dragga. “I’m glad too know that you havn’t forgotten Keechak and I dear friend. And we are still thankful of the help you gave the Frecne on the day of the human invasion. Your act of kindness shall never be forgotten.”
Moving his gaze onto Kai, he studied the Koran warrior closely. His Dragga eyes seem to look past Kai’s, as if they were trying to see inside him, rather then at him. “I’m sure Tarkah has told you all ready, but I can see a warrior’s spirit inside of you. Your loyalty to my sister and the Koran pack is vast like Fenris’ sky. I know you are young now, but one day, you will be admired by Koran’s next of kin. Pups will be rocked too sleep by stories of your heroism and bravery. Your eyes give away a great spirit; I am envious of you, Kai.” With that said, Maverick took a long sigh. Closing his golden orbs momentarily, the Arctic Varg allowed his mind to reminisce on the past. Images quickly flooded his mind’s eye. It was too much to take in, and the former Dragga had to open his eyes once more. An awkward hush fell around the Koran den, as they all waited for Maverick too speak. It was time to reveal what had happened on that fateful day.
(OOC: This next segment will be typed in first person, as if Mav was telling you the story first hand)
The trees were set a blaze. All I could smell was Fenris’ fire and ash filled my nose with each scent I took. The world around me was covered in flames, as they tried to reach out and lick at my fur. The Frecne had just arrived in Koran, after being chased by the humans and their sticks of fire. Some of Frecne was all ready dead. Few made it to the Koran region. The man was close behind, burning everything in sight. Too this day, I don’t know why they decided to hunt us down with such prejudice. I met up with Phantom and Tarkah soon after my arrival. Keechak was close behind, or so I thought at the time. But soon after, a howl traversed the heavens. A cry of agony, a cry for help, I knew it had too been Keechak. I could recognize my mate’s howl from miles away. She was in pain. I needed to go back for her. The humans had all ready taken my children; I would not allow them to take my love from me as well. That’s when I told Phantom and my sister, that I would go after her alone. I knew the humans had to have been planning a trap. I wouldn’t let them endanger any more Vargs.
At least I got too see my sister one more time, and you too Phantom. At least I had managed to warn Koran of the on coming danger. I trust that Phantom and Tarkah managed to get everyone out of Koran safely. Anyhow, I ran back in the direction I came, following the sound of my mate’s cries. They eventually led me too a clearing. And there she was, tied down by some sort of silver shackle of human ingenuity. I still remember her blue orbs, full of fear as they caught sight of me, and her voice… It was a trap, she managed to yell too me. Barks filled my ears, the humans had released there obedient hounds on me, three of them. They watched with amusement as I fought for my life against them. Kanis will always live inside of me. I learned how to fight from him, that part of his legacy lives on through me. And I used everything I learned from him to fend off the human’s hounds.
Yet I persevered. Their bodies lay lifeless on the ground. I bled, pain shot through my body, the humans fell silent. I slowly made my way toward Keechak, only too suddenly fall through the very earth which I stood. The ground gave way beneath me, and I was blinded by darkness. I couldn’t see, but I could hear very clearly. I could hear Keechak screaming my name. The last thing I heard was a yelp, and then her voice was suddenly silenced, replaced with the sound clubbing and slicing. The next thing I knew, I myself was shackled down. I had been taken too a human village, kept inside an enclosed room. My legs bound to the earth by human ingenuity. My teeth could not break through their cold grayish contraption. I was the human’s prisoner. They fed me a few scraps of meat, just enough to keep me wanting more. At least they kept the establishment clean during my time there.
On many occasions, the humans would bring me large hounds. The shackles on my legs would detach, humans would gather around to watch. I now understood what there purpose for me was entertainment. Again I would have too fight for the right to live. Bloodlust would take over, I was so hungry. The rage I had for humans I would let out on each hound they brought. Day in and day out, they watched as I tore up each one, some cheered, others sneered. Once a Dragga, I was now sport for their enjoyment. This went on for a while. Every day, my hatred for the humans grew. Soon, even the Balkar seemed like saints too me now. I was loosing myself in my hate. They took every thing from me, my pack, my cubs, and even my mate. I felt my own identity slipping away. The Maverick you all knew was dying.
One sun, the humans did not bring me a hound. Instead, they brought me my own kind, a black and white Fae with unusual eyes and markings. She was frightened, but ready to defend her own life. I was hungry, and yet I did not strike. I hadn’t seen a wolf in a long while. My eyes became fixed on her. All ready I could see the human’s anger growing, they wanted a show and despite my hunger I wouldn’t allow myself to attack her. Instead, the human’s caged the both of us together. Through the time we spent, we got too know each other, and share our pasts’ with one another. Krystal was a welcome sight too my eyes. A few suns later, the humans transported us in wooden crates. We were on route to some place, perhaps another human village. It was then I noticed that the wood was old and lose. I gnawed at the planks a bit and too my surprise, it came lose. I was free. The humans were shocked; I could all ready taste their blood in my mind.
I managed to get a hold of one, it was ecstasy. His screams, his blood pouring down my muzzle. The sensation of finally killing one coursed through every vein. I had nearly snapped his neck in two. I loved every second of it. But the others were coming quickly. I could have easily made my way to safety. But instead I went back for Krystal. Compelled to save her, I rammed into the wooden box, and it too broke. We both ran off into the woods. But by this time, humans were chasing us down, throwing all sorts of rocks and what not. We never truly got away that day. For suns, they chased us down. I had never seen such determination from humans before. They managed to catch up with us several suns later. I have the scars too prove it.
Finally, Krystal and I managed to evade the humans permanently. But she was exhausted. I was too. We hadn’t had a real meal in several suns, managing to scavenge little bits of meat here and there. I carried Krystal the rest of the way. And we wandered into this land. I had hoped to find Koran again, but didn’t think I’d actually be successful. It’s only by Tor and Fenris’ will that we are here now before all of you. I am thankful for that.
(OOC: End of first person, end of past)
Again an awkward silence fell around the Koran den as Maverick finished his tale. Images of the humans filled the former Dragga’s mind. His lips curled, revealing ivory daggers covered in his own salivation. A ferocious growl formed deep within his throat, and rose up to escape his maw. His golden orbs glittered in pure hatred, as for that moment, the images and thoughts of humans took over his mind. His hatred and rage now fully expressed in his face. Wolfbane himself would be in awe at Maverick’s detestation. Soon his abhorrence resided, and the former Dragga was tranquil once more. His odium for humans buried in his heart and soul for none too see. Maverick had lost his composure for that moment, and for that instant, they witnessed with their own eyes, the hate that lay hidden in the arctic wolfs heart. Silence fell again on all the Vargs, as Maverick waited for them to speak.
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Abisso
Cub
Member of Koran
=::Wolf, Siberian Husky, German Shepherd Mix::=
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Post by Abisso on Nov 30, 2006 15:32:19 GMT -5
The young hybrid came into the grouping shortly after the story was told. Though his amber eyes glittered with his usual cub-like attitude, his large, well-muscled body told differently. Though merely being an adolescent, he was already built like an adult, and his large ears and giant paws told tales of more growth to come. It could be assumed that he would be as large as a menacing Balkar, but a gentle giant.
Despite his overly-friendly persona, he still had yet to mingle and become more friendly with the Koran Varg, save for two; Phantom and her mate Kadin. He might as well be considered a stranger, a newcomer even, despite residing here for a good amount of time. However, he was willing to change that. Recently, he had just admitted to Phantom, and later Kadin as he appeared on the scene, that he aspired to become a Warrior. A hard path for someone with his attitude, but deep down within his heart he longed to be serious, but some mental path of his dog half told him he still had growing up to do, and possessed the traits of a cub, still. It was obvious he was a hybrid. His pelt was a smooth amber, such like his eye, save for he had the markings of both of his kin, that of a Germand Shepherd and a Siberian Husky. He stuck out like a sore thumb.
He felt no chame, however, and no one had ever pointed out that he was different, so thought naught of his differences. Though there was prejudice to hybrids lurking around the minds of Varg, he had yet to witness such happenings. Perhaps that was another reason for his chipper mindset. Everything in the world seemed good to him, and for now, he had the ignorant mind that everyone was happy and good. Boy was he wrong.
But let him dream of that for now, after all, how many Varg out there, at his age, still think such? Dreams that probably have been scratched away as soon as you recieve a full understanding of the world, and yet he still has an optimistic personality that the sun is always out, and never once a dark cloud obscures view of it.
This could be thought of as a blessing...or a curse. How on earth could he be a Warrior? Sure, he has the bodice fit for such, but the mindset. Not now, not yet at least...
//BAD! Ugh. It's been awhile...//
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Post by Phantom on Nov 30, 2006 16:45:08 GMT -5
Phantom sprang up her ears flattening with releif as Snowy entered the den and spoke with Maverick. She glanced at Krystal. She had opened her eyes, and was gazing around with pricked ears. Phantom was'nt a healer, but she knew that Krystal's alterness was a good sign. She smiled down at the newcomer, and her gaze held a message of welcoming and reasurance. Abisso joined them, too, and Phantom nudged the young male gently in greeting.
Maverick spoke specifically to a few of them, Phantom included. She nodded to him knowingly, her eyes sparking with memories that had been sleeping in her past. The wolves all settled around Maverick, ready to hear his story. Phantom sat on her haunches beside Tarkah, her full attention on the former Dragga.
From the moment he began to speak, Phantom was whisked away back into that terrible hunting. In her mind, she relived every moment she had experianced on that fateful day, but her memories fell away and, as Maverick spoke, they were replaced with blurred images of his journey. Phantom's imagination peiced together the scenes as best as she could think, and though they were not very clear or accurate, they made the Beta feel the gravity of all that Maverick and Krystal had gone through. The fear, the uncertanty, the anger, it all made Phantom's fur bristle.
She whined with sympathy and sorrow as Maverick spoke of the loss of Keechack. Phantom felt an old wound re-open. She had nearly lost her own mate, and once again she was reminded of how lucky she and Kadin were to be alive. At the mention of Man and his cruelty, Phantom curled her lips into a snarl and growled quietly. If she had any reason to hate humans then she allready did, this was it.
Maverick ended his tale, and the den was doused in silence. Still bristling but staring down at her paws, Phantom managed found her voice. "Oh, Maverick. I am so sorry. About Keechack... about all of them."
Phantom looked to Krystal, then to Maverick's brave face. Admiration for him shone in her eyes again, and after a pause, she spoke again.
"And now we all know the truth of what happened that day," she said gravely. "I beleive that all of Frecne would be proud to know that you and your friend made it back here alive. Now their story can be passed down, can live on with you, Maverick."
//this post sucks. sorry, guys.//
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Post by Kai on Nov 30, 2006 19:00:44 GMT -5
While waiting for the rest of the pack members to enter the den, the young, black Fae who accompanied Maverick suddenly stirred, her eyes opening to reveal unusual hues of blue and green. Kai offered her a warm smile as if to tell her that everything would be alright. Sure enough, it wasn't long before the Healer of Koran made his appearance, yet another unfamiliar face Kai had not been introduced to. He would really have to make it a point to get to know his pack mates better. With Maverick having offered his explanation to the ivory healer, he settled in to his tale, but not before talking directly to each member of the pack.
The words Mav had for Kai both surprised and flattered him. How could he tell so much about him after just having met him? Hidden behind the Dragga's amber orbs was a wisdom that Kai could not explain, and when expressed they caused his own amber orbs to light up with excitement at the compliments. It was single-handedly the nicest thing anyone had ever said about him, and he finally knew the joy of being appreciated. To Maverick, he offered a kindhearted smile of thanks, and bowed his head low to the ground. "I thank you for your kind words, Sir, and will do my best not to disappoint."
With all of his appraisal offered, it was time to begin the tragic tale. Kai himself had been the victim of man's cruelty, though not at all in the way Maverick was describing. His family had been destroyed in a man-made fire that he was lucky to escape with his life. This story of humans only stirred something old within him, a life-long hatred for the two-leggeds that he would carry with him until the day he died. He felt his hackles bristle as the story continued, being forced to fight dogs and finally breaking out only to be chased for days, but he managed to keep his cool. His maw never once formed a snarl, though his eyes did sparkle with interest as the Dragga's words captivated his mind. With the story having come to an end, he had even more appreciation for the ivory Dragga and his young friend, too. Having persevered through the trauma of losing his pack, his children, and his mate... Kai was unsure if it was something he would ever be able to cope with. Bowing his head in respect yet again, he spoke in a low tone only after he was sure the silence was meant to be broken. "I'm so sorry for your loss... We can only thank the gods that you and Krystal made it here alive." He wondered if the male and his young friend would be staying in Koran for long since he had ties with Tarkah and no where else to call home. He had a feeling he could learn a lot from Maverick, and hoped that he would get to know him better over the next few suns.
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Post by Snowfeather on Nov 30, 2006 22:45:55 GMT -5
Snow sat and intently listened to Maverick's story about his loss of a mate and how his pack had died. Snow knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. Listening to the story of Frecene's defeat, old feelings were stirred. When Snow was younger his family was killed by humans too. His own mother, Patience, gave her own life for his.
Snow yawned, he had been out with his pups all day, competing with their tireless enthusiasm and energy. However, he summoned the strength to get up. "Allright now everyone, let's have a little bit of calmness for now." Snow said. He glanced over at his best friend, Phantom. "Phantom, go and collect some Juniper and Moonberries. Kai, please accompany phantom and collect as many cobwebs as you can. We will need them to supress the bleeding. I'll come with you two. As for the rest of you, please lay down and enjoy some light conversation. Let our friends rest." Snow flicked his tail and led the patrol of wolves out of the den and into the dense forest.
//FAST FORWARD!!!!! CUZ I DON"T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE not to mention i'm a ditz.//
The sweet scent of the Juniper leaves filled his nostrils and soothed Snow. If it were not for the pressing matter at paw, he could have drifted into dreams right then. Snow looked behind him and saw Phantom, with Moonberries in a leaf that she carried in her mouth. Kai, had a bundle of cobwebs wrapped around his two front paws. Snow entered the den and beckoned Phantom over with the berries. He took the Juniper leaves and the Moonberries into his mouth and chewed them into a thick pulp. He spat it out and picked some up with his teeth. Snow nodded a polite greeting to Krystal and dropped the mixture on the ground. He then said "This might sting a little, but i'm sure it's nothing you can't handle. " He picked up the herb mixture again and pressed it onto the small amount of wounds that she had and let the juices of the mixture seep into the wounds. When he was finished, he called Kai over and took some of the cobwebs into his mouth and pressed some on each of the wounds so that they would not bleed anymore. When he had finished, he had did the same for Maverick, but it took much longer as Maverick was injured worse than Krystal. "I'll have to do this for maybe a sun or two more, but you must rest now. Relaxation is the most important remedy."
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Krystal Zanguzen
Sikla
Lead Scout and Emissary of Ge-Rad
Ge-Radian by Heart but Zanguzen by Blood
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Post by Krystal Zanguzen on Nov 30, 2006 23:18:18 GMT -5
Her gaze was fixated on the white wolf as he spoke his tragic tale. Though she knew some of it all ready, Mav didn’t go into as much detail with the Fae as he did for the Koran pack. “How awful...” Krystal thought, as the arctic wolf spoke of his lost cubs and mate. Krystal was fully aware of what the humans were capable of. Yet she could never understand why they felt the need to instigate such a crude way of life. They reminded the Fae of her former pack. The behavior was similar, yet to Krystal, she still saw the Zanguzen as more malicious. As Mav’s frustration was finally released at the end of his tale, fear gripped the Fae’s soul. She had never seen such hatred and pain collected in one wolf’s face. The sight was frightening too look upon. Yet she could understand the pain of having everything one loves and cherishes taken away. Having an even greater respect for the former Dragga who had saved her life, she bowed her head in respect too him. Never had Krystal witnessed such courage and perseverance from any Varg, except perhaps from her own parents.
Soon Snow, Phantom and Kai returned with ingredients requested by the Koran healer. Krystal had never seen a healer work before. Her curious blue and green orbs fixated themselves on Snow as he worked his expertise on the freshly gathered leaves, berries and spider-web. At first, Krystal was apprehensive of Snow’s approach. After going through her recent trials with the humans, the last thing she wanted too feel was any more pain. But what had too been done had too been done. And Krystal consented to letting the Koran healer apply his remedies. A jolt of pain riveted through Krystal’s wounds, causing the Fae to let out a sharp yelp from her maw. But just as quickly as that pain surfaced, it subsided into a warm tingling. A smile escaped her muzzle as she spoke. “Thank you.” Laying her tired head on her paws, a growl from her stomach reminded the Kerl that she had yet to taste meat for more then a sun. Exhaustion took over hunger, and Krystal soon found herself in a land of dreams, as Snow began the more serious treatment of Maverick.
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Post by Tarkah on Dec 10, 2006 10:54:20 GMT -5
Golden orbs blinked as she watched Snowy pad into the den. Her ivory tail gave a swish of relief, glad to see the healer arrive. She then turned to Maverick her ears twitching and swelling under the high praise that the arctic mann brought. A pang of sadness groomed her heart as she remembered her mother. Snow white with a soothing voice, her eyes as blue and bright as the arctic sky. Tarkahs lips curled into a smiled contently as she conjured up the images of her pupyhood. The only one left from her birth pack was her brother Maverick.
But silence soon took the Koran den as Maverick began his tale. Tarkah blinked as she remembered Frecne and the day Maverick came to her and Phantom. Panic had gripped Tarkah that day. Yet she never knewwhat had happened to her brother after he told her he would find keechak. There was not enough time though. Tarkah shuddered inside as she recalled her brothers warning that the humans would migrate to koran. A few moons after Frecne deemed it was safe to leave. Yet her brother, keechak nor their pups had returned. Tarkah guessed the remaining lives of Frecne had tranversed into kerls, too afraid to return to the human polluted packlands. Only but a few moons later did the humans attack Koran. Yet Koran had been lucky. The humans still exhausted fromtheir fight with Frecne not only had to fight the koran but Deor as well. It was Aztec, their former drappa and former packmate of Tarkah and keechak that came to their aid. The humans had been chased off but to a cost of a life from Deor.
But the story continued and Tarkah listened on. Her insides turnd and she felt sick. The splitting image of Keechak under man's cruel evil made Tarkah wince closing her eyes to shut out the horror that raped her mind. Her eyes turned to look at Krystal as Maverick spoke about her and what they gone through. She shuddered and Tarkah felt more hatred to man then ever.
Yet when Maverick told of the savouring bloolust, of fangs piercing human skin, Tarkah licked her lips. How she wanted revenge and all the troubles they had caused her. The humans had drove her mate to death.
The den fell into silence until Phantom spoke first. Tarkah tying to recover from the brunt of the story inched closer to her brother and gave him a comforting lick. She couldn't findher voice but her eyes spoke for the sadness and comfort as she looked towards her brother.
But the sound at the entrance took Tarkah's attention to it. Tarkah flinched almost thinking it was one of the dogs from mavericks story. But she recognized the amber coated hybrid. She knew she shouldn't judge, she had a hard enough time overcoming her uneasiness with Exerci.
Tarkah got up and nuzzled Maverick "Keechak would be very proud of you. She's still with you you know. Tarkah spoke softly her eyes blinking. She stepped aside to give Snow room as he began his work.
Tarkah then whined, "Maverick, whilst you were in the human village... You didn't happen to see a red wolf did you? Y-you didn't happen to see Andre would you?"
The arctic drappa asked. Maverick would know of Koran's late dragga, as Andre had once been packmate and part of Frecne Kanis had taken him in as a pup, until he had left for Koran.
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Post by Mav on Dec 11, 2006 18:37:42 GMT -5
With the tale of Frecne’s fall told too the ever listening ears of Koran, a great sense of relief quickly engulfed the former Dragga’s senses. Because of him, the truth of what really happened on that day could finally be told. As Phantom had expressed to the white Varg, the history of the Frecne pack fell on Mav’s form, and through him they could still live. An awesome responsibility that Mav hoped too Fenris he was worthy of bearing. Tor was well into her reign as the night goddess. The heavens were clear and Tor’s kingdom twinkled and glittered in its full brilliance, a true testament to her beauty and status. And though the air was chilled with each gust that combed Koran’s lands, it wasn’t anything the arctic wolf wasn’t all ready used too. Winter would soon be upon the lands Tarkah and her pack called home. All ready the tree’s looked bare and stale. Depleted of all life, they stood as nothing more then the earths splinters.
Yet still one secret remained too be reviled by the white Varg. For he had left out a crutial detail in the tale he had told. A memory he had purposely held back from his sister, for good reason. The arctic Drappa longed too know of her red mate. And for the moment, Maverick couldn’t bring himself too speak the truth too his sister. For indeed he did meet briefly with the red timber during his time spent in the human village. Only when they did meet, they would meet with ivory daggers barred at the other. Having been starved for days, bloodlust and hunger blinded the white Varg, and he did not recognize his former pack mate and Dragga of Koran. And several cheers and taunts later, the red timber would find himself wounded on the ground, courtesy of Maverick’s gleaming incisors. Only then did the former Dragga realize what he had done. Guilt had moved in where hunger once was, and despite not having tasted meat for days, he could not bring himself to feast upon his old friend. Soon the white Varg was taken away, never too look upon the body of Andre again, and he would spend the rest of that night howling too Tor’s eye, begging for forgiveness. Of course the former Dragga never knew that despite his injuries, Andre did manage to escape the clutches of the humans, only to later die in his own lands from wounds inflicted by his own friend.
“I’m sorry sister…” Maverick paused for a moment, contemplating what he should say to his sister before he finally decided. “I never saw him…”
Upon finishing with Krystal, Snow moved his healing arts too the former Dragga. And as he had said, the touch of his herbs and remedies burned their way into Maverick’s wounds. But there was no reaction from his golden orbs. For he had endured much more then any plant could ever bestow on the wounded warrior. And although the white Varg’s wounds would heal from Snow’s expert care, no healing art could ever sooth a pain that ran deeper then any remedy could ever hope too reach. Forever tainted by this modern world, he would have to come too accept the path that now lay before his golden gaze. “It looks like I’ll be staying with your family sister.” Maverick began; his tone at ease and humbled as he spoke to the Drappa of Koran. “With your permission, might I have the honor of staying with you and your pack? I have no other place too go, and I would be honored if I could call Koran my home.” With that said, the former Dragga waited for a response from not just his sister. He knew the whole pack would have a say in the decision of whether or not to add the white Varg too the Koran family.
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Post by Tarkah on Dec 29, 2006 17:30:58 GMT -5
Tarkah watched silently as snowy went to his work, marvellign at his techniques he had performed all these years and pleased that Morrow would be taking up the footsteps of her sire. There would be no other wolf better to suit the position. Tarkahs golden eyes then wandered back to her battere brother. Hesitant yet anxious to hear his answer. She didnt knowwhat she wantedto hear, though he ears were strained, her breath held and her heart in her throat as she waited.
She wanted him to say 'yes for the reason to cure her curiosity of the red wolfs journey through the alien territory. Such a tale was kept unspoken by her red mate other then a brief summary of how he had gotten this scar or that cut. Tarkah was still unsure of what dangers Andre had faced what perils he through himself aimlessly at. Was it really aimless? Tarkah wondered fr the moment. Was Tarkah's heart self fish for wantign to keep the red dragga safe at home. he had battled for his home, like a soldier for his country. But this wasnt a concept Tarkah could grrasp. But why would she need too? Wolves do not run into fights unless it was necessary.
And so Tarkah decided shewanted to hear a no. Perhaps then she would be able to tell herself that he was safe from the humans, at least from the humans in mavericks tale. Of pit fighting and the caging and torture they called entertainment.
The drappa's eyes were focused on an objec beyond the arctic male, lost in deep thought until the voice ofthe mann brought her sharply back. “I never saw him…”. The words echoed hollow to the she wolfs mind. "oh...well perhaps he was in a different village then" Tarkah spoke, hardly unaware by her apparent disinterest in her reply. Rather she was once again in deep thought. Until Maverick once again broke her train of thought.
To this Tarkah broke open a smile. [/b]"Of course brother you may stay. My home is yours.[/b] Tarkah looked over to Krystal "Your friend may stay as well if she wants" Tarkah spoke giving a nod to the dark hued wolf
(sorry for the long wait) [/color]
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Post by Amore on Jan 2, 2007 13:21:19 GMT -5
Amore awoke to Phantom's howl. The first few notes of its melody comforted her, reminding the white fae of her dear friend, the Beta faemme, and this thought led on to her only other true friend in Koran, Kai. The dark Warrior and Amore had first gotten to know each other in mourning of the great Zhentee, as Amore had comforted Kai in his grief and a friendship had grown between them. Though the Hybrid had not seen Kai since she had a certain fondness for him, the same that she had for her other friends in the world, Drathlic, Kop and Phantom. Not many really, but they were all she had besides her Pack and they made life jsut that extra bit more enjoyable.
But back to the howl. Listening to it Amore could figure out instantly that two wolves were hurt and that Phantom was calling to the Healer. Of course Amore knew that she had no right to attempt to take the current Healer's place, but in her quest to train in that path, the Hybrid knew she must come and see what was wrong, maybe even ask to become Snow's Apprentice. And of course see if she could help those injured. In fact, maybe Tarkah was with them, and if that was so then maybe Amore could finally prove her loyalty to the white Drappa and stop the prejudice over her dual heritage.
Setting off at a brisk walk, Amore trotted toward the source of the howl, the Pack dens. Along the way she picked up the scents of those there, picked up and twisted by the wind so that they were intertwined together. The white fae could scent Tarkah, Phantom, Snow, another Koranian whos name she did not know, a few alien scents and Kai. Wait, a minute, the unknown Koranian had something very odd about his scent. Indeed it didnt seem like a pure wolf's scent, like the ones Amore was so used to, no, it seemed more like it held a trace of something else, some other species. In fact, it was a little like...Dog? Fenris, there was another Hybrid within Koran! Someone like Amore, someone who would truly understand what it was like to be a misfit! Knowing this added speed to Amore's limbs and she was soon at the Pack Dens. It was clear that Snow, Kai and Phantom were absent, though their scent lingered, however the Hybrid, Tarkah and the unknown scents were still there.
"Tarkah?" Amore called softly into the Drappa's Den. "I heard Phantom's howl and came to see if I can perhaps do anything?"
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Post by Kai on Jan 10, 2007 11:59:53 GMT -5
((Figure I better post before I get too behind >_>))
Having returned with Phantom and Snow, offering help when he could, he lay down in the spot he had been before and watched Snow work. It was amazing how much difference just a few berries and some spider webs could make. He wondered how the healers were able to memorize the properties of so many things, what berries were used for what and so on. Although both warriors and healers were of great help to the packs, being a warrior seemed much easier, and he was glad for the position he held.
Already the two weary travelers started to look and feel better, which was a great relief. His amber eyes settled on his Drappa, who wore a look of extreme sadness. She questioned Maverick on the whereabouts of her late mate, Andre, and though Maverick had replied in the negative, Kai couldn't help but notice his hesitation in answering, and thinking to himself that there must be more to the story than Maverick let on. Shaking the thought from his head, it was none of his business, and he decided not to dwell on it. Drawing his maw into a sincere smile, he beamed at Mav and his female companion and gave a nod of approval, offering his own opinion. "I myself would be glad to have you as a part of the pack. Perhaps I could learn a thing or two from you."
Just as he had finished speaking, he noticed Amore had arrived a bit earlier, probably while he was out helping Snow gather supplies. the stunning ivory hybrid had helped him in a great time of sorrow; after the passing of Zhentee who had been a father figure to him and many others. It was the second time in his life [the first being the death of his true family] that truly devasted him, and molded him into the Varg he was right now. Even though he and Amore had only truly spoken once, they had made a connection and formed a friendship. He was glad to see her again. His amber orbs shone brightly as they took in her delicate form. "Hello, Amore. Good to see you again!" he called out to her cheerfully. Though these were dark times, he was still happy to see an old friend.
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Post by sun on Jan 20, 2007 18:25:15 GMT -5
"Things can be learned from anyone. Many things can be taught. I am sorry, Maverick, for your troubles.' Blackstar rose from her spot in the trees. The black bitch was tired and freal, but she willing to give help to the other. Blackstar had been traveling and excepted into Koran. The she-wolf did not know any one, but she learned names fast.
The weary varg climed to her feet and walked over beside Phantom, the first pack member she had met. She sat in the cold, white fluff. Her pelt was thining and she became colder every day. She was weak. She layed down beside Phantom, laying her her muzzle on her fore paws.
The bitch had seen the working of the healers and other pack members and was impressed. This pack was more organized than the other. This was always 'better' than that and the other, and she belived it.
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