Possibly Death?

[Raven]

Raven's eyes had grown tiresome over the years, her paws did not move as they once did & her ears did not pick up the sounds of the leaves or the chirping of the birds as they once did. She had grown old & she had grown sick. Her eyes were a dull yellow, and she feared she would go blind, she had become lame & was afraid she would not be able to run with the winds in the comming suns.

She glared down at the seas of golden grass, her eyes barely picking up the sight of the trees in the distance. She lowered her muzzle, and stared at the ground, her tail swishing slowly behind herself.

"Damn it all. Why am I so old? I just want to be younger again." She sighed to herself, her eyes still focused upon her paws.

She wasn't all that old, but in her eyes she was elder than most. She was only about 2-3 years of age, but she seemed as though she was 12 & was about to die. She shook her muzzle, trying to forget the strange sense of being old.

"Just forget it. Try to live your days as best as you can, Rave." She lifted her muzzle and inhaled deeply, her eyes closed & her tail still wagging slowly behind her.

[Tamra]

An ebony varg snaked its way through the undergrowth, forcing tired paws deep into the callous melting snow, the chill sending unwanted shivers down his spine.

A breath of sigh on the winter breeze caressed his torn ears, a sigh that spoke of misery caused by age. Free from all tactical approach thanks to early retirement, Tamra smiled forlornly to himself, maintaining his new being to approach whomsoever he wished without providing the First's casual threatening manner. Or rather, he could, if he knew to whom he spoke, and the scent that accompanied such misery spoke volumes to those who could delve deeper into memory.

With slight change of direction and pace, the hulking varg approached Raven, Mate of Hawkrill, one of his ilk. Jade eyes fixed non aggressively on the pining faemme, a smile, warm and friendly, with barest hints of restrained malice, spread across his maw.

"A wish I hear many make these days". He spoke, voice thick and deep, "Yet you have seen the light, that it will not change". He nodded sadly, he too wishing for his youth once more, the chance to do things differently. It was then he took opportunity to study Raven, and noticed that though tired, she could not be much more than 3 winters old. A mere pup in comparison to some...

[Raven]

Raven's faded white muzzle swung around, her eyes fixed upon the ash varg, she had met him before, with HawKrill, it was a short visit & she didn't remember any other times of meeting him.

"Ah. The one who lead my HawKrill. The crows have told me stories from the packlands, they say you decided to leave your position as the Dragga of the Balkar. And they also say that another leads it now." Raven turned her body around to the varg, now. "And you. You know my pitty, do you not?" Raven nodded her head very slowly, her eyes fixed upon the varg. She knew he was elder than him, but it didn't matter. They were both in the same river. Raven's eyes narrowed slightly as she thought of the Draggas. Her soft eyes filling with a hate as she thought of her worthless son. Her tail swung slowly at her heels, and her ears stood cocked to the sides, listening to the songs of the winds from the east.

[ Sorry I couldn't post longer, Tamra. :P ]#nosmileys

[Tamra]

Eyes downcast he nodded, lips turned up at their corners in a knowing smile. As she finished, his gaze rose to meet hers, coyness displayed in their reflection as he spoke, tone warm and friendly.

"It seems news like mine will travel fast in these lands, be it by bird, or word of mouth". He paused, head titled to one side as though in ponderous thought. "But yes, I have since left. It is Leohlic who leads them now". He watched as she turned herself about, eyes misting over as memories of old rushed over him once more. His brethern, his life, his family, lost to age, a callous twist of time. Sighing, he registered her speak once more.

"I know you wish for what you cannot have". He whispered, eyes forlorn as he too shared the same desire.

[Nocturnia Diiore]

A third varg now made his appearance, and those who knew anything about him would realise that he was Raven's own brother, though not by blood - Raven was what one could call a 'step-sister.' This one's pelt was a shade that one would define as the deepest of blacks, muscles helping to define the older sibling's body. As he approached Tamra and his sister, his nose twitched, for he'd found Raven's scent oddly familiar, but Tamra... Who was he?

Nocturnia gave a quiet bark to Raven once he'd recognised who she was, padding ever closer to the conversing varg. Steel hued oculars stared Tamra down, a suspicious gleam within, and the fur along the back of his neck rose slightly; this one was at a much higher rank than Raven's older brother, though he would not treat Tamra as such, for obedience and submission simply could not be found in his vocabulary.

"Raven.. You look so tired. I see that your loneliness and hatred for your own son has taken its toll upon you. Are you feeling that.. perhaps you may leave this earth some time soon? You've not even grasped the chance to live the life of a true varg, and though you're a halfbreed, you still have the wolf in you. After all, you are the sister of a wolf, and our father's wolven blood flows much stronger through your veins than your coyote mother's. I do wish you didn't look like such an old hag, sis." The male cited quite a long speech as he sat by the alabaster femme, licking her muzzle affectionately.

Nocturnia himself still looked young, though the glimmer of madness still ran strong in his gaze, and his handsome face more than made up for the sanity that had hidden from his mind. The obsidian lupine still had the strength to run, to chase, to play, and now it seemed that his sister was older than he, even if she was younger by about a year or so. "Raven.. Why must you be cursed by age? I'm still strong - what happened? And.. Who is your friend here?" Eyes shifted to Tamra, studying the other male, and this time his stare seemed more curious than suspicious.

[Ooc: Sorry for making you read so much. o-o;..]

[Hawkrill]

Like a cloud of mist rolling over the grassy fields he loomed over the medows. He had returned from where he had come from but did not know where he had been, how he got there or why he went there. He had forgotten who he was, what he was and his entire existance except her. He only came back to see her again for she was the only memory he had left. Just and image of her. To see the fair maiden in white. His stare almost blank, fix upon the spot he seeked.

Her coat was visible from a distance. As she came into veiw the memories rushed through his mind. The constant hours of conversation, the good times and bad. But he still couldn't recall why he had ever left in the frist place. Muscles tensed and heart raced, she was his last memory.

As he looked on he saw two more like her but differnt colors. If they are like her then there should be no reson to fear them. As he got closer thier features became clear ,oddly familiar, but he didn't know why.

[Tamra]

Black faced black as the third member entered the conversation, boldly staring into the eyes of those who did not know, did not trust. Tamra rose to his full height, formerly shaded so as not to loom above the younger faemme. With a glare to match the other, he uttered a low, warning growl, one that spoke of ability.

Yet the other did not attack, instead he spoke to Raven as though a brother. A mild raise of brow queried the relationship, further so when the stranger announce he was infact older than the youth before him. Yet atleast in appearance, it seemed not the case.

He laughed inwardly, such a bold and vibrant statement. I am strong. How many wolves had said those same words before their blood was painting the forest floor? He himself had spoken those exact same words, an in a bizzare twist of recompense, had found himself disappearing over the edge of a cliff, the figure of Kanis looming above him as he hit the ledge with a bone shattering thud. He longed to prove those words invalid, the Balkar in him still very strong, yet the patience of the Traer would see him through till ample opportunity asserted itself.

Eyes turned on him then, displaying a most common form of disrespect. Despite the gesture, there was no malice in the expression. Never the less, the First, no the Former First would answer himself, as was his right.

"It is not my custom to give away my name unless I know to whom I give it". He replied, voice resonating through the clearing, accompanied by a steely gaze of impassiveness.

Once more, another approached the trio, though this time with a scent that was familiar in the recesses of memory. A Balkar, or atleast, a former Balkar, like himself. Predatory ears searched out from which direction he strode, deciding then and there whether the former brother would attack, or be at peace.

[Raven]

Raven's frown slightly turned into a grin as her eyes moved upon her brother's ash coat.
"Ah, brother. You are stronger, yes, I have always been weaker, yet almost as strong. And I do wish for the youth that once flowed through my veins, I wish to be strong again, now I am but... This... I cannot even describe myself, oh, how I wish for youth again......" Raven paused, and gazed at the ground before her paws for a time, then lifted her eyes once more to continue, "And Tamra, this is my brother, Nocturnia, I would not think of him as a threat to you. He is kind, somewhat." Raven nodded to herself slowly as she spoke.

The three-some stood talking with eachother, but Raven's ears soon lifted up and her sorrowful eyes glowed with happiness as she picked up the scent of HawKrill, although she could not see him, yet. Her muzzle raised and she scented the air, her tail wagging madly as she spoke,
"HawKrill! My HawKrill!" She bolted to his scent as it rapidly grew and his image faintly appeared. Her heart raced with happiness and joy as she came closer to him.

Raven had fully caught his image, now, and she leapt at him, her paws spread apart, like she was pouncing onto a fleeing Herla. She landed ontop of her mate, and covered his face with slobbery licks.
"HawKrill! Where have you been!" She barked happily, still licking his muzzle excitedly.

[Nocturnia Diiore]

A rather disgusted look came across Nocturnia's dark face as he witnessed the reunion of HawKrill and Raven. With an oddly friendly look towards Tamra, he turned and padded a few paces away, then sat upon his haunches, unable to keep his eyes from the disturbing couple. "So this is what love does to you.. Glad I'm not planning on a mate any time soon. Ugh, that's just pathetic." He mumbled to himself, shaking his head in disapproval.

With a small grunt, the large male of obsidian once more lifted himself into a standing position, strong paws caressing the chilled ground as he slowly walked forwards, teeth bared and hackles raised, towards HawKrill and Raven. Nocturnia had remembered what had happened between himself and HawKrill, and he hated the fact that the other was still alive. The solution, simply, was to get rid of the wretched mate, rid the world of his toxic ways - they had already affected Raven far too long.

[Ooc: Writer's block. Sorry, mates.]

[Hawkrill]

His eyes stared into Raven's,she had triggerd His memories return but not all of them. But thoese eyes were did not the show the love they had long before but they looked as if they where serching though Raven's mind for anserws to his many questions. He cocked his head to one side as if inspecting her. It's her there is no doubt abou it. He put his nose to her s and sniffed. A familiar smell, one that made him safe.

"You are the one i have been seeing in my dreams. You are the one they call Raven are you not?"

[Raven]

Raven stood, her paws digging hard into the ground as she heard HawKrill's words. Her eyes were wide with confusion as she stood beside her mate, baffled at his remark.
"HawKrill? How could you forget me? I am Raven, yes, and I am your mate HawKrill. How could you ever forget me?" Raven gazed longingly at HawKrill, her golden eyes shimmered in the light, but, they were almost filled with the crystal tears she would shed so often in times of sorrow. Her tail dropped, no longer wagging, and her ears fell back as she let out a pitiful whine of sorrow and loss. S

he did not hear her brother's words of hate and disgust, nor did she see him, snarling deeply at her HawKrill. The only thing she saw was the blurry vision of HawKrill and tear drops.

Her eyes searched the area, like she was looking for an answer to something, something lost long ago in a faded dream she once had.

Her thinking abilities were all fuzzy, and she couldn't seem to remember much of anything.
How... How could he forget who I am? she thought as the words stung in her mind. The thought of him every forgetting who she was was painful, yet sad. Did... did the fight... with the female--Bila was her name, damage his train of thought? Did I do something to cause this... this... strange state of what it seems to be, Coma? Raven continued to search the grounds around herself, trying to think of something that would explain his current state, but nothing seemed to come to mind.

Her thoughts pounded, as her heart thudded hard inside her chest, which seemed to be hollow. The tears had dried, slowly but surely, and her tail still hung low.