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Diana
Jan 30, 2005 2:03:49 GMT -5
Post by evander on Jan 30, 2005 2:03:49 GMT -5
Winter swept her icy hand across Bulgaria, decorating the long grass with frost. The ice Drappa, child of Tor, had only let forth a small snow, and already it had melted in the lower lands. The Carpathian Mountains were mostly brown on the southern side, and in the morning reared they’re pointed heads to the heavens.
In a small meadow deep in a shady forest, frost was decorated onto the drooping grasses and a stout wind blew them back and forth like a dark wave. The sky was cloudless, and Diana and the Wolf Trail shined down as one in the dead of night. Near the most northern edge of the small meadow were three forms bathed in moonlight, their proud heads looking towards a tree. Deep, pained growls came from their spread out half ring, and all auds swiveled through the cold air, listening first to the pained growls, the whispering grass, and then the dark forest. The cold wind blew their fur about, and yellow green eyes glittered with intense silence, ever wary, ever ready to fight for their lives with the ferocity of their ancestors, or flee with the scream of their instinct. The breeze blew stronger, and one of the proud wolves moved his nose into the breeze.
He had a thick coat, and an underbelly of white. His side, back, and ruff was a reddish brown mingled in with black invisible to the night. He had black lines on his face, and the reddish brown fur on his head was speckled in grey. His black ears swiveled around, and his proud muzzle sniffed the air, while his worried eyes glanced at the den. He was the alpha of his pack, and he had a proud sitting position, but his face looked more wary then most. Sensing his betters worry, the tallest of the males looked over with sharp occules, looking much like the first with his reddish brown coat. The only difference was his size, bulk, less white of the pelt, and blacker fur on his back and ruff. They could have been brothers though, for his head was also speckled in grey. He didn’t say anything, but he started as blood filled his nostrils. The smallest of them, and the lowliest coward as the blood of his Alpha reached his sensitive nose, and he whimpered in fear. He could have been the other two’s brother also, for he looked alike in pelt color. “Quarr,” he whimpered, his voice low and terrified as he tucked his tail in between his legs. “What’s going on?” A fearful snarl came from Quarr’s muzzle and he rounded on Peff with bared fangs. “She’s giving birth,” he snarled, trying to hide his own fears from his family. He was Alpha, but Quarr was very afraid of the new, and he loved Rachie. They settled back into quiet and the growls stopped from the little den dug into the dirt. The three males watched anxiously, hopefully, and fearful until Quarr could take it no longer and stepped forward, sticking his nose into the den. As soon as he had done it he wished he hadn’t, for a frightful snarl was released, and he jumped backwards.
Peff jumped backwards with a yelp and Fort stepped backwards too. The male looked at the stunned Quarr with raised eyebrows. Fort was a calm male, Beta to the pack. The only Varg he could get along with was the clever Rachie, Peff was to big a coward, and Quarr, though proud, did not like change. The Alpha seemed to see Fort’s distrust, and he growled at the larger male, but he had nothing to say, and so one by one, the wolves fell into sleep.
Morning came filled with clouds and cold, and the blood that had been fresh on the air was no longer so overpowering. Nothing was happening in the den, and one by one, the males awoke. Fort quickly shook his pelt and yawned widely, a set of white teeth pointing into the breeze. Peff yawned also, shaking the frost from his coat and then scratching at his morning itches. Quarr jumped from sleep as if he had been awake the whole time, and he shook his pelt quickly before cautiously looking into the den. Another snarl filled the air, and unhappily he turned around. He wasn’t used to being treated like an omega, but this had happened with former litters, and he did not want to upset Rachie. Peff’s tongue began to roll out from his lips, his throat beginning to move up and down in a pant. He looked with newly spirited eyes at Quarr. “Can we get some water,” he growled, wagging his tassel low to the ground humbly. Quarr stared at him with cold eyes, but he nodded and the three set off in the snow to the far side of the meadow.
Halfway there Peff let out a joyous bark and snapped his jaws, charging towards a little stream that rested in the forest. Fort let out a bark and jumped after him, his feet fleeing beneath him, his serious eyes intense as he measured the ground. Quarr, not wanting to be left and feeling restless from the days of worry, lunged after them, gaining quickly on them. The wind rushed passed his ears, and his tongue rolled from his lips. His fears seemed to be carried away by the still blowing wind, and soon they charged into the trees, jumping over fallen branches and darting around bushes. The stream was frozen, but they had known where it was, and the came to a stop by a strand of frozen water, their thirst squeezing at their throats. Quarr ventured down first, followed by Fort, and each placed a powerful paw on the ice and pushed. A crack rent the air, and a thin line spread in different directions. Then it broke, and Fort had to leap to the other side to stop him from falling in, while Quarr scrambled on the slanting dirt, righting himself as Peff slinked forward to drink.
The three males each took long sips, and soon they were done. They looked up and into the quiet of the forest, and with out words they turned around to go back to the den. Quarr was no longer frisky but worried, and he trotted ahead. Fort kept up, along with Peff, who was still looking happy. The trees thinned, and they were almost out when Peff stiffened suddenly. Instinctively Quarr and Fort dropped low, casting wary eyes around. They jumped to the side when Peff streaked by them, surprised.
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Diana
Jan 30, 2005 2:04:18 GMT -5
Post by evander on Jan 30, 2005 2:04:18 GMT -5
The omega’s tongue was back in his mouth, and he was running with speed, his body low to the ground, his ears pinioned to his scalp. He burst into the meadow and watched as a rabbit rustled the tall, dead grass. Leveling himself out, he sped across the ground, gaining until it was just a strike away. He lunged forward and grabbed the rabbit by the hunch where his teeth fastened against the flesh and it let out a terrified scream. Then they both fell, hitting the ground. He sat up, the dead Lera in his jaws, grinning at his two surprised pack mates.
“Well done Peff,” Quarr growled, impressed. It wasn’t often the omega caught anything. “I thought something was the matter at first.” Fort nodded his head, and a rare smile outlined his muzzle. Peff puffed out his chest at the unusual attention and shook the rabbit in his jaws proudly. It tasted wonderful in his mouth, and he began to salivate, the sweet blood dripping in his mouth. His happiness was quenched by Quarr’s next words, but he dared not argue. “We will give it to Rachie,” the Alpha growled, and nodded approvingly as Peff nodded, although the swift omega looked reluctant. It was with slow feet that he trotted after Quarr and Fort, and he savored the bit of blood that dribbled into his mouth. He dared not take a bite in case of awakening Quarr’s wrath.
He laid it down in the dust near the den and Quarr picked it up, advancing slowly to the dens mouth. There he dropped it and sniffed cautiously. His heart raced as a sleek black and white muzzle poked out from the den. Slim, lanky legs followed, and the small, delicate Rachie was then standing before them, smiling tiredly, her eyes glittering in a way that made Quarr’s breath catch. She stepped out and lovingly rubbed under his neck. He took in her scent and felt relaxed, love bursting in his heart. He licked her gently on her scruffy black neck, whimpering softly, his tail wagging. Rachie pulled away, smiling up at him, her tail wagging. She didn’t speak but sighed. Then she leaned down to the ground and nosed the rabbit. Peff, who had also been wagging his tail, looked at it longingly, but she didn’t see his stare. Rachie lifted her head and spoke for the first time, her voice cracked. “This is a fine catch,” she growled, her stomach twisting. She wasn’t hungry. Quarr, blinded by happiness, just nodded. “Peff caught it,” he growled. “If you can believe that.” He laughed and Peff wagged his tail proudly, now glad that he had given it away. She smiled at him, her lively face softened and tired. “I’ll eat it later,” she growled, giving her white black tail a wag. “But don’t you want to see you offspring first?”<br> Quarr had almost forgotten, and he looked so surprised that she laughed her good natured, free laugh that was so contagious that everyone joined in. “Well,” she growled, her yellow eyes twinkling in the cloudy morning. “Come and see it.” She turned and slid into the den on her belly, wrapping herself around a single, dark mass of fur. There wasn’t enough room for two wolves, so Quarr scooted halfway in and looked at his daughter. When her mother had come back she had immediately began to suckle again, and her wrinkled body heaved as she tried to get all of the good milk. The male found himself with nothing to say, and he just starred at the two with love. “She’s pretty, isn’t she,” Rachie growled softly into the silence. She licked her daughter softly and gazed at her mate happily. He wanted to be close to her, and he scooted forward as far as he could go and began to lick her tenderly. She rested her muzzle on her paws and closed her eyes contentedly. Fenris was high in the air when the others finally saw her, it was night by the time Rachie crawled out to devour the meat with ravenous hunger. They watched jealously, but none made a move.
Then they sat together under Diana’s beam. There was a silence; Fort and Peff waited respectfully for their Alpha’s to begin. As always, Rachie started to speak first. Her yellow eyes reflected the moon, and her voice was light and wondrous. “She was born under Diana,” she growled to the pack. “She will be a fine hunter.” Quarr chuckled at his mate and her stories. “Yes,” he growled tolerantly. “But she needs a name.” She flashed him a look that made him laugh again and then there was silence as each thought. The two other males came up with a name each, but both were rejected by the picky mother. She said they didn’t fit. Quarr was at a loss, and finally told her to go ahead, and that any name would be fine by him. Rachie thought silently and then her eyes began to twinkle. “Evander,” she growled to the night. “It was the name of Diana’s favorite wolf. It will fit her, don’t you think.” “Yes it will,” Quarr growled, nuzzling her softly. Then he raised his powerful maw to the heavens and sang to the sky. The eerie sounds echoed across the land of Bulgaria and into the still night. The songs reached Diana’s ear, and she watched cast a beam into the den so she could see the wolf that had been named after the long dead Evander. The black mass rose up and down gently: Diana was pleased.
Dawn was coming in the cold night, and a black cub was curled up under bushes. It had been long ago since the time of her birth, and it had been long ago since she gazed into the eyes of Rachie.
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Diana
Jan 30, 2005 20:26:33 GMT -5
Post by Winged Arrow on Jan 30, 2005 20:26:33 GMT -5
[shadow=teal,left,9000]Dawn's light shone upon her path as the white she wolf walked through the forest floor. Her silver optics kept her gaze foreward, though she was not looking before her, but back through the memories of her young past.
A crackle of the flames held fast inside the stone circle that kept it in the middle of the dancing two leggeds. Their shadows danced upon the hard ground as their chanting reached toward the heavens. It was a far away memory, one of her very first ceremony. The celebration had been of her coming. She had been much younger then, only a forgotten whelp without even memories of her mother. Everything in this memory was blurry and had many odd shapes, so she must have only received her sight then. A very long while ago.
Such a long time ago. It was hardly remembered by the young cub, as she turned herself upon a different path, allowing her paws to take her where they wished to go. The tinkle of her charm about her snow white neck jangled as her walk became a lighthearted trot. The golden eagle suspended in flight, no bigger then a small trinket of gold seemed to lighten even this brightening path upon it's leathery band like necklace. A smile crept upon the white maw of the young pup, her silverin eyes looking down upon the trinket about her neck with pride.
Ah, she remembered when she received that. It had been not to long ago, when she had been given her name. The cheif with his large round face, and his kind smile had put it upon her, announcing to all that the sacred wolf pup who had stumbled into their midst was to be named, Winged Arrow. The golden trinket glistened against the fire's crackling light and the tribe had cheered loudly for their little treasure.
It would be the last time she would see the tribe, or the two leggeds again. The cheif's words a month or so still rang in her head. Be free like the spirit of the wolf that you are. Go and fly like the eagle and begin on your journey....Winged Arrow. Even now, the young cub hardly understood what the cheif of that village was trying to say. Though, she did know that there had been much tearing of their eyes when she left.
The sun slowly shone into her silvery hues as Arrow plodded along, but her motions soon stopped when a scent prickled her nostrils. Her ears flew foreward and her tail stood on end. Her nose sniffed the dreary misty morning air and her silvery eyes looked on through each crack.
"Who is there? If anyone at all?" SHe called out confidently into the morning's lightening hour. Her voice was heavenly, but strong and would one day be very powerful. Her tail swished back and forth slightly, ears still erect as she awaited an answer from the unknown before her.[/shadow]
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Diana
Jan 30, 2005 20:43:55 GMT -5
Post by evander on Jan 30, 2005 20:43:55 GMT -5
A voice rent the freezing, still air, and the cub twitched in her sleep and pricked up her auds. Slowly she left the dream world and was blinking sleepily through the bush. Yawning widely she looked about and heard the voice again. The young cub did not know to be wary of others, but she flicked her ear back, annoyed. “Why do you want to know,” she growled loudly and unfolded herself to walk out of the bush. There a gray cub met her eyes, and she narrowed hers, perplexed.
Evander began to scratch her neck with her little paw and nearly fell over. “Umph,” she growled as her leg fell into the snow. With a grunt, she pulled it out and placed it on solider substance. The snow had seeped through her leg, and she shivered, bending down to lick her leg with a tiny pink tongue. It scratched across her leg, the blood began to pump through her veins and she didn’t feel as cold. She looked back at the fae, her blue eyes narrowed. Slowly she swished her runty tail back and forth, not taking her eyes off of the femora. Finally she got up and strutted towards her with her tail and head held proudly until she was right in front of her and was able to look up at the taller cub. Her eyes were mischievous, and she grinned evilly up at the cub. “I’m Evander,” she growled, her voice seeming to ask something as her eyes searched the wolf. She wanted to know what it was, where it came from, when it was delivered into the world. Instead she growled shrewdly: “I bet you can’t catch me.” Speedily she jumped backwards, one paw held up in a point as she stared with lively, eager eyes at the cub.
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Diana
Jan 30, 2005 21:09:33 GMT -5
Post by Winged Arrow on Jan 30, 2005 21:09:33 GMT -5
[shadow=teal,left,9000]White she varg would leap backward, almost in fright but upon seeing another pup her size, she barked happily, tail high with her head. She too mimicked her new found companion, rearing upon her hind legs and pawing out at the femora in play, a smile upon her snowy lips as that trinket glistened in the dawns light, shining into the other's blue eyes.
Silver optics danced gently, as she returned to the ground, her tail swaying happily behind her and she spoke with a gentle air, strong but gentle.
"I am Winged Arrow, it is a pleasure to meet you Evander. You can call me Arrow if you'd like. What were you doing all on your own in there?" She asked, head tilting as the young she wolf trotted around the blacker femme, happiness filling her once lonesome voice at finding someone her own age to speak to.[/shadow]
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Diana
Jan 30, 2005 21:28:31 GMT -5
Post by evander on Jan 30, 2005 21:28:31 GMT -5
Evander jumped backwards again, growling playfully, her eyes twinkling as her new found playmate reared on both legs. The air played into her nostrils and enlightened her spirit while kindling her fire. But the cub sank back to all fours and Evander dropped her play stance, looking disappointed on her expressional face. The cub wagged her tail, but Evander, not happy that she had quit playing, just stared at her doubtfully; flicking her auds back and forth, her tail drooped. The sweet voice filled the air, and she liked the sound of the delicate vocals that came from the wolfs’ maw.
“Arrow,” she growled thoughtfully, examining Arrow with a criticizing eye. It seemed to be missing something, it wasn’t whole. She tasted her full name. “Winged Arrow…that’s better. Arrow doesn’t fit you.” She nodded as if concluding her discovery. Her tail was high again, and her observing eyes were crinkled up in a satisfied smile. But just as quickly it faded into a stony silence, and she stared at Winged Arrow stiffly. She didn’t’ want to answer the Varg, since it was none of her business and she didn’t want to have all the attention on her. Stoutly without a trace of friendliness she put a prim face on. “The question is, what are you doing alone?”
As soon as she had asked she forgot about the aching feeling that had been prepared to swamp her, and she stared at Winged Arrow, full of curiosity. She knew why she was alone, but what was the reason for this cub to be alone? She wondered if the same thing had happened, or the cub had runaway. Her eyes began to twinkle at the thought, and as quickly as she had been mad, she was now panting, her mouth open in a smile. Eagerly she nodded to Winged Arrow. “Well, why,” she pressed, her auds pricked.
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Diana
Jan 30, 2005 21:42:17 GMT -5
Post by Winged Arrow on Jan 30, 2005 21:42:17 GMT -5
[shadow=teal,left,900]Her paws rested upon the ground easily, her rump lowering as her tail flicked snow back and forth behind her. Silvery hues glistened lightly and she shook her white snowy fur, her back speckled with grey and black as her tanned auditories flicked foreward in thought.
"Well, my tribe sent me upon a journey, so I am journeying." Winged Arrow replied softly, a smile on her kind face as she stared back at the young black femme before her. Her little trinket about her neck glistened once more as a back appendage lifted and began scratching lightly against Arrow's lower jaw line below her cheek. The golden eagle, suspended in flight about her neck shook slightly as the leather band that held it shifted back and forth with Winged Arrow's movement.
"Now, what about you? Are you journeying too for your tribe?" The young femora asked, her leg back upon the ground again as she shook out her white wolven fur. The young she-wolf had no idea that other wolves like her lived in packs, not human tribes. How was she to know that other wolves despised humans, and did all they could to stay out of their way. She was not to know, for she had known nothing of that. She had grown up inside a human village, and was sent journeying for it was her destiny the cheiftan had said. So here she way once again. Was this young wolfess like her doing the same?[/shadow]
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Diana
Jan 30, 2005 21:53:00 GMT -5
Post by evander on Jan 30, 2005 21:53:00 GMT -5
Evander listened with interest, but she looked confused. She sat down in front of Winged Arrow, her face thoughtful, her blue eyes curious. Her auds were pricked forward, and her dark pelt stained the white snow. “Tribe,” she growled wondrously. “You mean pack don’t you? And what do you mean by “sent you on your journey? Where were you going? Why were you going? I don’t get it.” She shook her head, her face scrunched up as her slick auds bounced on her head. She looked back at Winged Arrow, and the golden eagle caught her eye.
She jumped forward immediately and without hesitating stuck her nose onto the pendant. She gave a long sniff, and found the scent of Winged Arrow all over it. She sniffed deeper and a strange smell met her nose. She’d never smelled that type of smell before. She placed a paw on Winged Arrow and hopped forward, transfixed on the object, not realizing that they would both fall over. The smell that came next was that of an earthy kind, like the ground she walked upon, and it had a faint burning smell. Transfixed she tried to get closer to it. It was the most strange and miraculous thing she had ever seen, and it sent a thousand new questions into her head. Suddenly she started to fall, and she scrambled away from Winged Arrow, landing with a muffled plop into the snow. Her eyes were wide and her ears erect. She looked amazed.
Evander jumped onto her feet in a swift movement and bounded toward her friend so as to sniff the bit of gold again. She had never seen or heard of anything like that. She stared up at Winged Arrow, looking amazed. “What was that,” she growled incredulously.
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Diana
Jan 30, 2005 22:03:34 GMT -5
Post by Winged Arrow on Jan 30, 2005 22:03:34 GMT -5
[shadow=teal,left,9000]The young wolfess smiled her tail patting the ground. What was a tribe? Could this pup be daft? No no, of course not, everyone knew what a tribe was where she came from...but a pack? What was this thing called a pack?
"Well, a tribe is a community, a tight nit family, but it has many familys in it. In my tribe, there were four different families living together in harmony. Hunting together, celebrating together, and laughing with each other. We were a small tribe, of thirty or more two leggeds plus seven or eight of their dogs. I lived with the cheif, he was the leader of the tribe. He made sure everything went smoothly and everyone was happy." She replied quietly, but with the new questions of her journey, her face turned to a bit more thoughtful. How could she explain her journey? For even she did not know all there was to know about it.
"Well Evander, I am on a journey because the cheif sent me on one. I do not know where I am going, nor where, but I know I was supposed to go..." She said quietly, giving a light shrug, her eyes looking away in thought. It would have been a mistake. Within a few moments, Evander had pounced her and she lay in the snow on her black and grey speckled back, her paws flayling in the air as she righted herself, Evander's nose pressing against the golden eagle about her neck.
"That?" Winged Arrow asked, her ears flicking back and foreward at the same time in perplexation. Her eyes moved to the trinket and her smile returned lightly laughing.
"Well, this is a gift, that the cheiftan gave to me...He told me it would bring me fortune and guidance. I do not know if that is true, because so far it does not seem to have done anything but sparkle in dawn's or the moon's light." Arrow said softly, a laugh in her voice. SHe was to think nothing of the little trinket, but only it being a gift from her past and nothing more. Why was this other she-cub so interested in it?[/shadow]
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Diana
Feb 6, 2005 13:40:23 GMT -5
Post by evander on Feb 6, 2005 13:40:23 GMT -5
Questions bubbled into her mind and she stared at Winged Arrow in disbelief. Could so many things be different in one Vargs life, could so many things not hold answers? The she-cub had lived in the simplicity of curiosity where all her questions had been answered or made to satisfy. But could she ever understand the past of Winged Arrow? She seemed to live a different life, one that Evander could not penetrate her understanding to. Her mind began to whirr as she tried to think so many things and wonder so many questions, while her stomach began to curl in a ball of excitement. The sleek black auds seemed to nearly explode from her narrow head, and her wide blue eyes were about to pop from her face. She had never felt so caught into a story, she felt like the fly in the web.
“What’s a twolegger? What’s a dog,” she yipped excitedly, her voice high and wondrous. She had never heard of these things. They must be creatures of some sort. “You mean different families lived together! But how can that be? In packs you’re just one family. Doesn’t anybody try and drive the other families away so they can have more food for themselves? And what’s a chief? He sounds like an Alpha.” Her wide blue eyes stared out from her fatigued face, bursting with curiosity that drove away the biting cold.
“It’s like a-like a, stone. But I’ve never seen a yellow one. And look, it has eyes,” she stared at the little figure. She had never seen an eagle before, but she noticed the wings protruding from the carvings side, and with another excited yip she jumped to her feet, feeling proud of her discovery. “It’s in the shape of a bird!” she cried out loudly. “See the wings and the beak? But what is it? How can that stone be in the shape of the bird?” Evander’s brow furled as she tried to discover the mystery. All the other rocks were shapeless lumps. Then she remembered what her Mother had told her. Fenris and Tor had made the stone and the plants, the sky and the water, and all the creatures that inhabited the Earth. Maybe she had created this rock especially in the figure of a bird and given it to a chief, who had given it to Winged Arrow. That was all Evander could come up with, but it didn’t satisfy her for she didn’t know how it was truly made. She glared at the thing as if it was another creature and she would pounce on the mystery it contained. But it was only a stone, and Evander couldn’t understand it. “Well, surely you know where it comes from and how it is made,” she growled, looking shrewdly up at Winged Arrow before turning the cubs journey over in her mind.
Evander looked at her with a disappointed gaze. She didn’t know where she was going or why. Evander always knew why she was going. She was going everyday so she wouldn’t freeze, so maybe she would find her pack, or maybe answers to the questions that know one could tell her. She didn’t exactly know where she was going, but she thought she was going back to her birth place in hopes that her family really was there. She didn’t know it lay far to the south and that everyday her paws led her North. “You don’t know where you’re going or why,” she growled, looking at her as if she were stupid. “And someone sent you on your journey? Well maybe you need to send yourself on your own journey so you will know where you’re going and why.”<br>
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Diana
Feb 28, 2005 11:10:29 GMT -5
Post by Winged Arrow on Feb 28, 2005 11:10:29 GMT -5
[shadow=teal,left,9000]The little she wolf just gave a small hearty laugh, her tail wagging furiously as the questions flowed from Evander's curious maw. Her smile crested from ear to ear, and her silver optics twinkled with happiness. So many questions to answer, so many so many.
"Evander! You ask so many questions!" She laughed out, as even more flowed from the black vargs maw. Her tail thumped upon the ground, her rump happily seated in the thawed newly grown spring time grasses. For a moment, Arrow was silent, just thinking of all the questions Evander had asked. Where would she begin? Her new friend's questions seemed to go on forever and seemed to swallow her up. After a small second's lapse, Arrow nodded however, and began to explain.
"A twolegger? Hmmm well, a two legger is a human, surely you have heard of them? They are naked, with no furs to protect them except for the skins of herla to keep them warm. A dog? A dog is like a wolf, but it is not. That one is a bit harder to explain. They look like wolves, but they can look very different too. I have seen one almost as bald as a two legger before, and one that was furrier then me. But, they are dogs, not to be confused with wolves like us. They even smell different, though I can not explain their scent, so don't ask." The young white wolf began, cocking her head to the side every so often and nodding her muzzle with each passing thought. Her mind racked through it's corners trying to come up with an explanation for a tribe, soon coming to one.
"Yes Evander, many different families together. But, there is only one Cheif, or Alpha as you put it. But there are many females, and many males...They all have their own family with their own cubs, but, they are ruled by one, alpha or cheif. There is fighting sometime between families but not much." She tried to explain, lifting a paw up every so often this time, as if using her hands to speak. But attention was soon drawn toward her golden trinket, and Winged Arrow quickly looked down at it. Yes, she knew it was in the shape of a bird, an eagle to be exactly correct, but she had not thought much of it until now.
"My stone? Well, I am not sure how it is made. I am sure my Cheif made it for me, to bring me luck upon my journey. I do not know if it really brings me luck, but maybe it does. I'm not exactly sure where he found the stone, and how he carved it, but I know that he did." She said softly, looking down fondly upon the soaring eagle as if looking at a lovely memory. A soft silent breeze blew through her back speckled fur, wafting the white in with the black and the grey. Her tail gave a soft wag, but quickly seased at Evander's next question. Her silver optics lifted to stare at the young black she wolf like she had never seen her before. Her mouth slightly agape, she tried to think of words to spill out of them as quickly as her brain could.
"No, I do not know where I am going, for my Cheif told me to go, but not to where. He told me that I must become a true wolf, and be one with my kind. For all my life, I had thought I was one with the tribe, one of their kind, but I suppose I am not. I can not send myself upon my own journey, until I finish this one. Then I may start a new journey..." She said softly, her head drooping. Memories flooded to her head, of the good times she had in the summer time and in the fall. Playing with the cheif's daughters and son. His son Takota had always taken the little she-wolf out upon his canoe to fish. Sometimes, Arrow even tried to help, though not very successfully. His daughters Chihoay, and Sesshoa were always kind to Winged Arrow, always petting her and always throwing odd things for her to collect like the dogs did. Sometimes, they would even play hide and seek, and it would be nearly dusk before Arrow was found again. So many happy memories flooded her head, until the one of her cheif telling her kindly to leave came to mind.
Ah, her cheif, her alpha, her father and her protection. The man had always allowed the small white cub to lie upon his bed, and to sleep with his eldest son and his younger daughters. Always allowing the little wolf cub some food that the dogs never tasted, and even allowing her to be apart of the sacred dances that the tribe shared together. But that last memory, clouded all the happy in it's bitter cold. The look of sadness upon Seshoa's face as she sobbed into her father's leg, while Chihoay tried her best not do to the same. Takota tried to look strong, if not in his father's eyes, but no one could mistake the sadness and hurt upon his face. But the Cheif's smile had made it not so sad. He had looked proud of the little wolf cub, happy that she was leaving to begin her journey, satisfied with her growth and yet, a small bit of sadness and regret hung behind his eyes. Winged Arrow had seen it when she left, that he really wished she would stay, though knew better of it. The first of the snow had begun to fall when the tribe came to see the young cub off, and once her white form had disappeared completly into the woods and through the heavily falling snow, they slowly dispersed, dismall to begin again on the things from before.
Silvery hues gave a soft twinkle and a tear came to them as those last glances at her family came back to haunt her, but they were soon pulled back and a smile was placed where a frown had been. She should not be sad, she should be glad, proud even happy that she was free like this. Able to live like the wolf. Be with the wolf, and to learn of the wolf...though she couldn't deny that she missed her tribe...[/shadow]
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