~*A Wandering Snowflake*~

[Winged Arrow]

[shadow=teal,left,9000]Snow lightly fell upon the meadow and it's vast expanse. It's frozen stalks crunched lightly beneath the young she-wolf's paw steps. Shimmering lights seemed to dance in the sky and upon the ground as she walked, further and further away from the place where she had called home.

Dear Arrow, you are the cleverest of wolves the young native two legged had said softly, when Winged Arrow had brought her the very first kill she had ever made. Sure, it had only been a tiny rodent, hardly a mouthful, but the pride that swelled in the young she wolf had been overflowing. Her tail had swished none stop with the praise she had received with it. A day in the village was bliss. No matter where the young she wolf went, scraps were thrown her way and she was praised for no matter what she did. The cheiftan had even bestowed upon her a special trinket.

A golden eagle, hung loosly about her neck, dangling lightly upon a leathery band had been lowered upon her neck during a celebration of the feast that the hunters had caught earlier in that year, and earlier that day the mouse had been slain by her small canines. Silverin hues had sparkled with such pride at the honor that was beseached to her and to only her.

Now, the season's had changed, the fall abundance had left, and now the young she wolf was out on her own. Her tribe had told her that she needed to begin upon a journey, much to their dislike. Tears were shed that morning when the young femora left forever. The maidens of the village gave their last hugs and kisses to her head, before she began down the path chosen for her.

Now, in the dark night sky, the young femora traveled across the frozen lands. Alone and wary. Her stomach growled with malnurishment, but her paws kept moving. Under Tor's bright light the young female seemed to glow like the rays that guided her through the darkness of the night. Her silvery hues glistened lightly as they kept to the front, paws trotting along at an easy pace. The trinket about her neck still shimmered in the night's rays, dangling and jingling softly as she kept going, blindly to where she would go. No destination was for sure, for she could not see one in the near future. All she knew was to keep moving, keep traveling, for one day or one night whichever came first, she would come to her finishing place. Her final destination. Her last plodding step. With either death or life within her, she would continue on, her body strong and her will stronger yet. No turned glance behind her would be made, for one could not dwell to long upon the past. Determination drew her on, curiousity at it's wake. For where she would be as an older varg, in either death or in life, she did not know and she desperatly wished to.[/shadow]

[Tamra]

Sheltered beneath a fallen log lying rotten against its cousin tree, a ball of ebony fur lay slumbering, tale consciously placed across mouth and nose to prevent the frigid air numbing his passages, though with ears in constant motion.

Dozing, dreaming, he laid thus, vaguely comfortable for half an hour. Until a rustling of large paw in the undergrowth brought the Former First directly back to his senses. Uncurling from his warm ball, he righted himself, remaining hidden beneath the fallen tree, with eyes peering out in the gloom for sign of nighttimes intrusion.

A faeme strode closer, the glimmer of a trinket catching his eye as the moonlight reflected of its silvery surface. Arching an eyebrow in curiousity, he slowly began to extricate himself from his former resting place, moving slowly, stealthily, till he could return to a full an upright position, tale high in the air, and expression proud and authoratitive.

[Winged Arrow]

[shadow=teal,left,9000]Plumes of whispy smoke appeared nefore her muzzle in the frigid cold night, and tanned auditories flicked foreward slightly in interest. Had something moved before her? The femme slowed and stopped dead in her tracks, silverin hues glinting beautifully as they peered into the darkness in front of her face.

Snow landed neatly upon her muzzle, though they camoflauged betwix her fur beautifully with her white coat. Her legs, though not as long as they would be, showed strength and agility in the future, her body already showing those same signs. She was a stealthy, agilic looking femme, ready for the long chase and running free in the forests. Her appendage swished lightly, as her paws slightly froze in the thickening snow fall but she paid it no mind.

Eyes of pure silver were focused upon an ebony shape, moving in the distance. It was large when it was finally finished coming out of wherever it was hiding, but the young female could definatly tell that it was a varg such as herself. The erect tail, and proud stance it showed, proved it. Slowly, the young female made her way toward the dark shape, the form of the former first dragga of the balkar coming sharply into view. Now granted, she did not know of the balkar, nor did she know of the first or former first. She knew none of these things, so this strong looking male looked like an ordinary varg to her.

Mimicking his stance, for she was still new to wolf customs, she gave a light smile a few feet away, but pressing foreward lightly in the snow. Her agile crania was held high as well as her long feathery appendage, ears erectly foreward and silverin hues sparkling like the snow flakes that fell from the sky. Her grey and black speckled spine shifted and waved with each graceful step she took. The trinket of gold gave a soft shimmer a few times as it dangled upon the leathery strap that held it.

"Hello...and who might you be?" Her voice was heavenly as it flowed from her maw slowly, but it was filled with confidence, strength and something else that would be to difficult to describe in words. It seemed as if the wind had kicked up and blown her sentence around in twirling dazzlement, before finally reaching the male's auditories. Her pelt was glowing again, a soft angel's glow as Winged Arrow stood there, proud and lovely before whom she did not know to be the First of the Balkar, one of the most fearsome packs in this wild world....[/shadow]

[Tamra]

Cautious youth approached him, yet not cautiously enough to show her knowledge of his former position. Mimicking his stance in both pride and authority, Tamra smiled in spite of himself, having long forgotton the ways of strangers in lands unknown. Had he been as he once was, he would no doubt have dealt punishment for such audacity, but age had softened the burly male, and allowed him to enjoy the simpler pleasures of life.

She seemingly sauntered closer, oblivious to the beauty of her own movements. Tamra watched, eyes appreciative, yet polite as she moved towards him. Velvety voice graced his ears, an innocent question with forcefull directness. Inclinging his head in way of small bow,

"I bear the name of Tamra. And what would yours be, delightful one?"

Ears turned forward in curiousity, Tamra awaited the faemmes response, his intrigue resting solely on her next answer.

(ooc. Just to let you know, I'm leaving on a course 2m, and won't be able to post till fri 11th. Just in case you thought I'd abandoned you or anything... Cheerio!)

[Winged Arrow]

[shadow=teal,left,9000]Slowly, the young female stopped, paws halting before the much larger male before her. Her tail swished back and forth silent in the breeze, her tanned auditory sensors flicked foreward, though one seemed to flop a bit, showing she was still a pup at heart.

"I am Winged Arrow, but many call me Arrow for it is shorter. It is a pleasure to meet you sir Tamra." The little femme said happily, her voice floating on a new playful breeze to the older male's aged ears. Silvery hues glinted slightly as she took in the great male, her nose twitching gently in the breeze as it picked up his scent easily. He smelled of the wild, he smelled of freedom, he smelled of other wolves from long since past. He smelled of power from long ago, yet he still retained that same capability now it seemed.

Slowly the rump of the young femora plopped into the snow, crunching sounds being made and breaking the silence of the winter night. Her head cocked to one side, she smiled up kindly at Tamra, her tail flinging snow to and fro.

"What brings you here sir? To lie in the shadows like you were before I came and disturbed you, if I may ask.." She asked sweetly, her voice etched with a small childish giggle but filled with a sense only spring's flowers could bring.

((Alright. Good luck! ))[/shadow]

[Tamra]

The way she moved, Tamra decided, indicated she was not an overly old wolf, and most definately not from around these parts. Allowing his ears to roam the terrain freely, picking up noise from near and far, Tamra also listened to the delightful ones name, surprised to hear one so...unwolf like. Curiousity peaked, he remained stationary, nodding politely in answer, and temporarily confused at the use of Sir with his own name.

"Then Arrow it shall be". His voice uncanily warm for one so feared, "And the pleasure is entirely my own". There was definately something different about this wolf. He couldn't shake it, this feeling, that it had something to do with the trinket about her neck.

Slightly taken aback that she be so familiar and trusting with one so strange, he remained in a standing position, not ready yet to relax back onto his haunches. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was just him being Balkar, but Tamra would not relax till he was certain of everything that may effect that placidness.

"I lie in shadows only to rest. And yourself, what brings you to these lands, for I can see you are not of them by will".

[Winged Arrow]

[shadow=teal,left,9000]Her soft white appendage swung easily from side to side and flinging fallen snow flakes to and fro. Her glossy coat shook a bit, as her paws sunk in the little snow that laid upon the ground, listening intently to the male, Tamra.

"It is good to have a rest now and again. I come here not of my own free will. I come here because I am on a journey." Arrow said proudly, her chest puffing out a bit at the very thought, and that suspended golden eagle giving another soft shimmer in the light.

"My tribe sent me upon this journey. To become wild again. My cheif said I was always welcome back, but he wanted me to become a real wolf and not just his god any more." the young female replied softly, her form lowering off of it's fairly tall mountain a step or two. She missed her tribe, the people in it, and the celebrations they shared. She missed the fire's they controlled that kept her warm at night, and the playful games their children played with her. Now, all she had to remember them was the little gold eagle dangling upon her leather rope about her neck...[/shadow]

[Tamra]

Smiling fondly at the youths pride in such a prestigious mission, Tamra finally allowed himself to rock slowly back onto his haunches, tailed curled neatly around his paws, as his head remained high and proud.

Looking down at the shimmering orb that hung suspended about her neck, Tamra listened to her tale, wandering the significane of the eagle upon the pendant.

Ears pricked forward in both polite manner and curiousity, his brow furrowed at her mention of godlike status. Casting a gaze across her pale form, he became perplexed as to why this man held her in such reverence, for, to him atleast, she resembled a standard wolf. Prettier than some, maybe, but still a fairly normal wolf.

"You were once a God?" he growled, a youthfully inquisitve tone to his voice hidden amongst the deep gruffness of its deliverence.

[Winged Arrow]

[shadow=teal,left,9000]"Well, the people thought that I was, but I do not think I am." Arrow replied slowly, her head turning downward a bit and tilting, before shaking her muzzle back and forth in a slow fashion to the question.

"For one, I think a God, lives in the clouds, or below the earth, and I live in neither." Arrow said again, her head coming back up again to look at Tamra. Her tail flicked behind her happily in a wagging fashion and a small smile came to her lips.

"No, I god I am not, though the tribe's people thought that I was...They believed me to be a wolf god I suppose, though I do not hold any powers in my paws or carry a god like physical appearance.....do I?" Arrow asked shyly, her head tilting slowly to the side as she looked up at the great Tamra. Her sharp auditories flicked a bit in waiting, and her tail slowed it's wagging pace as she awaited an answer. She was just like a normal wolf, at least in appearance, but being away from the wild in her puppy hood, and never knowing of Fenris and of Tor, she could most definatly be percieved as an abnormal wolfess. [/shadow]

[Tamra]

Perplexed, the large male displayed his confusion by an inquistive raise of lids, and dramatic tilt of head.

"You do not know for certain then?" She continued, explaining how the people she once resided with had once percieved her as the embodiment of a god. Tamra was further confused by this, for his understanding of humans was one of death and pain. That a man could believe in something as the wolf believed in unnerved him.

At her question, Tamra's eyes passed across the faemmes form, their keen awareness determining whether there was indeed an abnormal presence about Arrow. He believed her native to their species, one not of the higher forces of nature, yet she seemed lacking in some fundamental basics of what Tamra had termed a 'common wolf'. For one, she wore a strange thing about her neck, with an eagle on it no less. Secondly, she appeared so innocent for one of such an age; many wild youths were hardened by this time, for life was not kind to those who were not strong. Nodding his head in way of affirmation, his gaze returned to hers,

"You bare resemblance to the corporeal form of Tor, but aside from the colour of your hide, and the pendant about your neck, you appear as lupine as myself".