I Don't Know Where I'm Going, And I Don't Know Why

[Tourniquet]

The echos of everything was always too much to bear but maybe that was it's only real purpose, to drive those who listened to it over the very edge of themselves to the point that they could never again return to their beings from before.

A body of dark grey with a navy hue along the spine and tail rose quietly from the fresh grass that was soaked with the dew of the early morning fog while fenris was slowly rising in the sky. The varg of many thoughts turned the golden brown optics he held toward the heavens for a silent moment of recollection.

Maw opened in a soft sigh before it again closed, nostrils flarring slightly as he breathed in the crisp air of the morning. He then moved forward, always to the shadows like before; large paws sinking into the soft earth and rotting leaves of the territory of his pack.

He sniffed lightly trying to detect something or someone but traced no scent, auditories flicking forward in a swift motion and body tensing slightly before he shrugged off whatver it was to an overactive imagination. Imagination was something he should not be having but of course it did not mean that it faded away completely, most stayed behind to harbor that devil of a shadow varg that tortured his mind.

Shaking his head to rid himself of such thoughts he kept on moving without a word, he never knew where he was heading nor did he ever know why. All he knew that he was moving onward to wherever his paws carried him. He stopped again and swung his head around as the sound of someone following him was caught in his ears, tail perked slightly as his golden brown optics scanned the brush in search of the noise that he had detected earlier but again he found nothing.

[Phantom]

Licking her lips, the dark-brown she varg rose from her sleeping place. The Drappa of Koran parted her maw in a huge yawn, unveiling the deadly fangs of a Putnar. She lowered het head and torso, lifting her tail high as she streached her muscles. Then she stood and sucked in the cold, early spring air. Opening her bright yellow eyes, Phantom gave a deep, contented sigh. It was a beautiful morning.

The Leader began to walk briskly to nowhere in particular. She could scent no other Koran varg, and she relished the short time she could be alone. The feeling of the cool wind and the earth beneath her paws made Phantom feel gloriously light-hearted and free.

After a while, a scent of a Koran member reached her nose. She sped up, flying silently over the ground in search of whoever was walking downwind of her. Finally, she caught up to him. He was a young navy-hued, dark grey male. Phantom followed the youngster, just recently accepted into Koran. She watched him, studying his movements and his instics at work. The young male soon heard the sound of her faint pawsteps an paused his march, turning around and lifting his tail.

"Very good," she praised softly. Phantom revealed herself, stepping lightly out of the brush and mist. She seemed to materialize like a ghost- her name suited her well. The Drappa padded up to the male, her eyes smiling and tail waving.

"I didn't think you'd hear me behind you. You've got some impressive ears, young one."

//absolutly horrible post. forgive me. //

[Tourniquet]

(Tis ok )



Tourn relaxed only slightly before he slowly let himself relax as the Drappa appeared from the brush, he perked his ears again as she spoke and a small smile creeped onto his maw which was in itself an oddity to him as he rarely smiled much.


Tail lowering slightly he blinked the golden brown optices he had been endowed with and nodded his head slowly at her saying he had good hearing, maw opening slightly to respond back to her, his monotone voice sounded a bit tired as he spoke.

"I've had to have good hearing....Lest I fall prey to a certain demon"

As he said that he could hear the shadow Varg chuckle from somewhere in his subconcious and it caused a shiver to roll down his navy spine before he brushed it off as quickly as it came. He would rathr not have to deal with that beast tonight, the beast which sometimes gained a solid form and goded him into a fight; A fight he always lost in the end.

[Phantom]

"I've had to have good hearing....Lest I fall prey to a certain demon."

His response was strange, spoken in monotone. The Drappa nodded slowly. "All varg need to hear well, to listen for prey or danger," she said softly. "Our inner demons are no exception." Though Phantom did not know exactly what the young male meant by the word "demon", her words felt fairly accurate. She had heard of Varg who have been haunted by ghosts, followed by a threatening presence. Befriending the former Fortune Teller, Mayan, long ago had opened her mind to such possibilities.

With a swish of her tail, she approached the wayward varg, her eyes sparking in a a dominant yet friendly way. "So, Tourn," she addressed him quietly, "I understand that you have joined Koran not too long ago. Tell me, how is pack life suiting you?"

Her question was straightforward but not aggressive. She had seen this dragga a few times after he had joined the pack, and he always seemed to be troubled. Phantom didn't want any varg in Koran to feel uncomfortable in their surroundings. "Is there anything Kadin or I can help you with here?"

[Tourniquet]

Auditories swivled lightly at her words as he began the hapeless task of figuring a way to respond, pack life was in some way similer to his life as kerl but with a few differances. He still was a solitary one in all aspects but now and then a pack member would attempt to be friendly with him, which he did not mind of course as he had grown to know a few of his packmates.


Golden brown eyes blinked slowly as his own tail flicked ever so slightly to the right, a habit of his. Paws shifting in the warm terra under his pads he responded to her.

"I find pack life easy to fall into....though I am more solitary then social."

Maybe there was a bit of humor in that but either way it did not matter. On her second question he shook his head, he just always looked troubled as that was the way he was. He turned his head as he spotted the shadowy varg that haunted his mind in the distance of the tree line, cold and insane icy blue eyes glaring at him from behind their veil of shadows.

[Phantom]

//Will post ASAP. Sorry for the delay. //