Shadows in the black of night (Tourn)

[Exerci]

Darkness crawled over the Koran lands, everything seemed to fall into a deathly silence. The shadows engulfed everything in Transylvania, mountains and valleys were made invisible beneath the veil of blackness. The air was cool and clouds were no where to be seen, letting the stars breath a pallid light, trying to penetrate the shadows - but all to no avail. The night was unusually dark despite the lack of cloud cover, and the frosts would bite again when the varg were all sleeping in their dens.

But the she-varg wasn't in her den. Long legs carried her lean figure into the trees, but this time she would not retreat to the branches. Wandering on foot was something she needed to get used to, for it seemed many disliked the customs of her birth-clan, the Hyucha. Yet, the branches would always be her home in some way - a gentle and torn reminder of her past. Her form was somewhat unusual, a tall body hoisted upwards by long, elegant legs, but her figure was not lanky for some unknown reason. She prided herself in staying toned - her development of the muscle had most likely come about from darting through the branches like an over-sized squirrel.

But her venture outside of the den was something she wasn't new to doing, she'd often take a stroll in the middle of the night or just before dawn. There was nothing she liked more than the solitude of the shadows except the Pack, the Pack was always her top priority. Like most wolves, the concept of togetherness was something imbedded deep within their veins, just something that had been there since the beginning.

Laying her large body down beneath the knarled trunk of an old tree, she let the lyrics to a song escape through her jaws, a melody of whispered words that reflected upon her past and her views of what had happened. Her voice, a haunting tune of special meaning.

'Theres forced working in our heads but we don't understand it,
I need a map to find my way out all the time,
Theres curses lurking in our heads but we don't want to find them,
We need to come back down and face what we've become.
Its haunting me, Im so alone,
Im just trying to find my way back home,
Im so alone, alone..'

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[Tourniquet]

The shadows, their silent sighs of mourning was once a thing that he feared in his puphood but even now he had grown used to the soft and mournful cries of the darks shapes that fled from even the tiniest light that was cast in their way. Tourn was alway a strange wolf that could hear things others could not, the shadows mournful sobs was one but sometimes he could hear a voice whispring among the wind; a fae's voice to be precise.

When he was young he foolishly thought that this voice was maybe Tor trying to speak to him as there was no other wolf or creature about wether thy be puntar or lera, he was always alone when he heard it. He got over that though and just ignored the voice from then on.


He had no den like the others as he preferd to be among the trees and plants, he didn't know why this was but he never questioned it like he never questioned the Drappa or any othr pack member. His ears flicked and perked as he heard the sound of another moving about and from the scent he could tell it was a Fae.

Blinked open his golden brown optics he slowly stood and shook out his gray fur as well as the navy hue that ran along his spine and tail. Tourn did not have the body of a Sikla at all, his legs were long and well muscled to let him run fast and strong for a while and his body was lean but also toned as well his fur may have been rough but it clung to his form thus cutting resistance when he ran so he was not one to strike others as a sikla.


Turning his eyes he noticed it was Exerci and his head tilted slightly wondering just what she was doing at this time but then again he was not one to pry into other's personal matters.

[Exerci]

'Theres forced working in our heads but we don't understand it,
I need a map to find my way out all the time,
Theres curses lurking in our heads but we don't want to find them,
We need to come back down and face what we've become.
Its haunting me, Im so alone,
Im just trying to find my way back home,
Im so alone, alone..'

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The singing of the fae continued, drifting with the breeze and entering the heavens, but it went quietly, so not to wake the other members of Koran on this night. The words were those of a song she had heard long ago, but where she couldn't quite remember. It was one of those things which had been with her since her early cubhood, maybe it had been her older half-brother, Reject, who'd sung it once? Wherever it was from, it was something she remembered from back there. Back in the Northlands with the Hyucha clan.

But her singing cut short, as the scent of a male drifted into her sensitive 'trils. Auditories swivelled atop her crania, listening to the gentle noises around her and of the approaching varg. Inhaling deeply, she recognised the scent - Tourniquet. He was a quiet varg, and he didn't seem to concern himself with others very much, but as a cub she'd been like that. Turning to look over her shoulder at him, she smiled and gestured for him to come and sit with her - maybe she could make a new friend on this night.

"What brings you out tonight, Tourn?" She asked gently, her voice hushed so not to wake any that slept peacefully in their dens. Even though she'd travelled far from them, there was still a chance that the two may wake one or two of their packmates if they weren't careful. But, tonight seemed like it would be interesting - maybe she'd finally get to know the varg who was classed as Koran's sikla.

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[Tourniquet]

He blinked silently as she had spoke to him like he was not the sikla, this in a way made him feel slightly better but not by much in his own standards. Smiling a little he moved from the shadows toward her, the pale moonlight casting a glow on his gray and navy fur causing it to shine slightly like the white sands of an ocean's shores.

His own ears swiveled forward in the very slightest as he heard a few more of the shadow's calm whispers that seemed to be a way to caution him but he paid them no heed this time. Slowly he sat on his haunches next to her and thought for a moment, his golden brown optics staring into the distance with a sort of wisdom one would expect to see in a varg much older then he was but then again he acted much older then he was as well.

He looked to her slowly as he finally spoke, his voice was naturally hushed but it was a strong and firm voice that seemed to unconciously demand either athourity or respect but never both. "I am usually awake after Fenris has set and Tor has risen.....It takes me a while to ever really sleep." his answer seemed almost riddle like in the way it was said but at the same time wasn't.

[Exerci]

Laying her crania upon her forelegs, she let her optics travel up into the heavens, silver vale caressing the stars and velvet blackness that reigned above the varg of Transylvania. She longed to know what was up there, and probably came closer to the skies than most, being a varg of the trees. There was so much the varg didn't know, and yet, they knew so much - it was hard to believe really.

Optics remained closed, but acute hearing recognised the sound of him seating himself, and after a little while, he spoke. Auditories flicked round to catch his words, listening intently. Well, he wasn't about for the same reason she was - but similar.

"I suppose why you are hear is similar to why I'm here. I couldn't sleep. I've had things.. playing on my mind."

The ivory she-varg had tried to sleep, but new feelings had played across her mind - feelings she didn't understand. But enough of that, she awaited the navy and grey brute's responce.

/Again, t'was crumblitastic xP/

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[Tourniquet]

Tourn was slightly amused but not in a normal way, he considered her lucky that she didn't have the problem he did. Besides hearing the cries of the shadows and th soft voice that whistled on the wind he had a presance in his mind.


Not like an actually being but more like a phantom that refused to leave him be, it was someone from his old pack but he had not yet figured out who it really was. Their form was often made up of black shadows and hateful green eyes, he didn't know who it was but he often had to fight this being in his own mind to just keep his very sanity. Tarkah had actually witnessed one of his "Attacks" in the cave, in moments where he had to fight the voice his body would often shak and then collapse to th soft earth below still shaking and unresponsive to anything.

He knew what had drawn him to be kicked out of his own pack before but he did not know who still haunted him, he looked to her as she spoke and smiled in a sad way "At least th things in your mind only play..." he replied to her softly before looking up to the moon quietly.

[Exerci]

The fae found herself feeling amusement in the aura of the male, but she didn't let any of her ideas show through in her body language or expression, she stayed as if she hadn't even noticed. She didn't really understand how he could be amused - maybe he, like many others, found her customs odd.

In life, she knew that most ranked others on what they saw or what they believed. Unlike most likely all the varg in Transylvania, what most would call a 'sikla' was equal in her mind. Equal to herself. And although she may have to force that belief away slightly due to events in the Pack, the Lead Scout decided she would always remain friendly to the other varg - no matter what rank, breed, or Pack they belonged to.

Hearing his words, her auditories swivelled. An eyebrow quirked, and she lifted her crania from upon her forelimbs. The tora-ge femme didn't quite understand his words at first, and silence had fallen upon her maw. Sighing, she finally let her curiosity take over.

"I don't understand. What do you mean things do more than play upon your mind?"

It seemed odd to her, but the pieces were starting to click into place - even if she hadn't figured everything out yet, she would soon, hopefully anyway.

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[Tourniquet]

Ears flicked back lightly as the last fight he had fought with the shadowy varg came to him but he quickly dismissed the very thought of the varg, he turned his emotionless golden brown optics toward the Fae as he contemplated how to answer here.


"I often...have to fight a certain memory." he murmuered his response low enough to not wake anyone but loud enough for her to hear him, he had never told anyone about this strange phantom varg that always followed and tormented him because he never thought anyone would care.

[Exerci]

'Fight a memory?'

The fae thought about it for a while before realising what he was going through. She'd had something similar, yet the varg in her mind had left when she became a member of Koran and found herself comfortable within the ranks. That varg was just a voice that spoke to her of the past, but she had bannished the creature from ever coming back, willpower was strength in your mind. No matter how muscle-bound you are, that doesn't matter. Wit and will-power were the elements she had needed to win, but that had been a long time ago..

"A memory of a past pack?"

A look that she'd seen faintly in his eye had spoken of an old pack, and curiosity to find out about his misfortune was growing. Despite being a victim of exile, she didn't know the pain of being acused of something - her banishment had conistsed of her peltage, nothing more. An awful reason to be removed from the pack, she always thought. But now, she was glad it had happened, because then she would never have met her friends in Koran - and her life would have continued just like that of any Hyucha.

[Tourniquet]

Tourn paused at this while contemplating such thoughts silently, the shadow varg was trying to goad him into another fight but this time he had enough willpower to stamp out the hate filled voice the dark creature possesed. Golden brown optics closing for about a moment or two he let out a small sigh before finally answering her again.

"Yes...though it is not just a voice....it takes form....of a shadowy varg."

He spoke softly in response to her as he began again to wonder who the varg was, he nevr could tell because of the shadows that hid his tormenter's true peltage and thus cutting away all recognition he could have had for the other.

[Exerci]

Shifting her paws slightly on the cold earth, the fae let a light yawn escape her jaws. She was no longer feeling as tense and awake as she had before, and tiredness was beginning to sprinkle itself upon her bi-hued form. Her eyes seemed to lack the immediate power they possessed in the daylight, but as Tourniquet’s words were captured within her ivory audits she snapped into her alert and awakened self.

He spoke of the varg ecoming a ‘solid’ presence, one consumed by shadows. Such had not been experienced by the ivoir Beta, and she hoped she wouldn’t have to. But she pitied the silver and navy hued male, for such must be terrible to have to cope with alone. She also couldn’t comprehend why this varg would haunt him, but she dared not pry further than she already had done.

Lifting her eyes to the sky, she gazed upon the midnight and white that lingered above them. The stars did a simple dance as she watched, until a flash streamed it’s way across the area above them. Another. And another. It seemed a meteor shower had decided to choose that very moment to make an appearance, exactly on cue if Exerci were involved. A quiet gasp escaped her jaws at the beauty of such an event. Only one word was able to escape her jaws in her subtle tones;

”Look”[

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