Back for Good ~Private: Friends of Falstaf~

[Falstaf]

A lone she-wolf had been wandering the land. In desperation, she had fled at one point, her family and friends oblivious to her whereabouts. She lifted her maw to the wind and tried to catch a scent of another varg. Any varg would do. She was longing to see her own kind again, especially her friends. She hadn't known what she had missed.
She lifted her head to the sky and saw the bright sun boring into her. It's golden light washing over the landscape. It was soon to be night. Even so, she tilted her head vetically and howled as mournful and emotionful as she could. A rabbit in the distance heard it and even felt pity for the wolf. Although, Falstaf didn't need pity. She was set for her goal and didn't need interuptions.
She padded through a small outcropping of trees. The branches sheltered her from the sun and the bitter winter wind. She veiwed the bleak landscape and then rested her head on her paws. She soon fell asleep with dreams of her past life.

[Nyobe]

[glow=blue,2,300]Nyobe opened her eyes slowly, looking around only to see a rabit and...what's this? A small ball of fluff lay someways aways, but with her superior sight, she could easily see that it was Falstaf. Shaking the snow off of her shiny coat, she got up and walked over to her sister. Snow crunched under her feet and she looked up to see a flock of birds heading west. But why, she didn't know. There were many things she never understood of birds, or many other animals for that matter. The Sun began to come up over the horizon as she reached Falstaf. She cocked her head and giggled to herself as she saw Falstaf twitch as if in a dream state. Shaking her head, Nobe nudged the varg to wake her up. She continued to stare as she sat down next to her, waiting for her to get up, "C'mon now. Wakey wakey!" She said playfully, wagging her tail as she spoke.[/glow]

[Falstaf]

Falstaf had been sleeping, until she saw a strange figure in her dreams. It told her to wake up and she rejected slowly, but got to her feet anyways. Awake, she looked ahead and saw that it was Nyobe that had been telling her to get up. "Nyobe!", she cried. She jumped up and nuzzled her. "I am so sorry for my absence!"
Falstaf gazed at her. Nothing had changed. She was still the same kind, caring wolf she had always known.

[Nyobe]

[glow=blue,2,300]Nyobe's tail wagged harder as Falsatf greeted her. It started wagging so fast that she almost fell over. Calming down a little to avoid falling over she said, "I haen't seen you in what seems like eternity! How have you been?" She was so happy now to see part of the Family again that she put the bad news in the back of her mind as everything seemed to be back together again.[/glow]

[Falstaf]

Falstaf grinned at her happily and wagged her tail just as hard. "I have been great! I had the occasional moment of sorrow, but Here I am! Back and alive!" She gazed up at the setting sun and thanked Tor and Fenirs. Her family and friends were all living that she knew of and Nyobe was doing great. Soon, it would be night and they could run underneath the stars, in search of the perfect hunt. She could really use some meat and now seemed the perfect moment. "How about we go for a hunt? Right after moon rise."

[Nyobe]

[glow=blue,2,300]Nyobe looked over at the setting sun behind her and watched as a deer stared at them with horror, "Of course. I haven't been able to hunt lately from th wound." She nudged over to show where a scar was on the back right leg, "Got it falling into a trench. But no matter, it has healed and I am ready to hunt again." Nyobe breathed in deeply as hunger rose within her. She could feel her ribs against her skin, being starved these past weeks really did a number on her. Overall she lost about 15 pounds, for all she could catch were small rabbits scurrying for their little lives. She looked back at the doe, now running, and saw a little fawn crying after her mother to wait. But the mother kept running. Her auds perked and said, "Strange. Falstaf, look over there. Why is the mother leaving the fawn?" Her head cocked and she began to walk over towards the frieghtened fawn. Apparently Nyobe looked terrifying, but all she wished to do was comfort the little one. Nyobe winced as she thought of her mother and the fawn that was now abandoned.[/glow]

[Falstaf]

Falstaf looked at the spot where Nyobe's scar was. "Ouch. That must have hurt! I do hope you are okay by now." Falstaf had known pain, but hadn't been alone with it. Being faimliar with something and then others guiding you, helps out a great deal.
Suddenly, at the same time as Nyobe, she scented the hind and its fawn. She was equally puzzled as the hind left the fawn to be devored in the jaws of their kind. Even though she was hungry, she didn't want to kill the fawn. It seemed to hold a mystery.

[Nyobe]

[glow=blue,2,300]Nyobe stared at the immoblized fawn and it shaking th grass around it from it's horror. She sighed and looked back at Falstaf, "I don't want to kill it...I don't know why. Do you think we should help it? Wouldn't you hate to be abandoned like that next to a bunch of Putnar?" Her instincts wanted to take over and kill the fawn already. Hunger wanted to take over and it kept rising in her now. Her muscles twitched as she imagined it's tender flesh in her mouth. But reality snapped back and she fought of the thoughts, "We must help it or it will never live to see another morning..." Once again she walked slowly over to the fawn.
The fawn gasped and shook violently as it thought, "Where is mother? Why ahs she left? I am going to die! But I can't get up. Maybe they can't see me...yes, they can't see me." It lay low in the grass once more and gazed at the two huge vargs approaching her.[/glow]

[Falstaf]

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Falstaf gazed at the fawn as well. It was true, her instincts told her to attack and kill. She was hungry, but killing this fawn seemed a terrible deed. "I don't know. Maybe we should bring it back to its mother. In the mean time, we should find something else to eat."
Falstaf looked into the distance as she searched for more prey, but soon returned her gaze on the small fawn.

[Nyobe]

[glow=blue,2,300]Nyobe sensed Falstaf's tension and gave a slight growl, "Don't dwell on eating it. Saving a life is more than taking one." She appraoched the shaking deer and lay down next to it, "It's okay, little one. We are here to help. WE saw your mother flee as she saw us..." The fawn's eyes widened as the varg didn't attack her, "T-t-t-thank y-you, ma'am." Is all the fawn could say, "Do you h-have food?" The fawn's head cocked as she looked at the other varg approaching.[/glow]

[Falstaf]

Falstaf gave up on the hunger thing. It was way of the Putnar to kill for food. But why did the mother leave the fawn? Falstaf sighed and went to sit down beside the small fawn as well. "Yes, we are here to help. I am called Falstaf and don't worry, no harm will befall you while we are around." Falstf grinned at the situation. They were befriending a fawn. She didn't know if she could ever eat another deer without guilt or in remembrabce of the fawn right before them. "What is your name, little one?", Falstaf asked politly. Then she looked gently at Nyobe and the fawn both while she waited for their reactions.

[Nyobe]

[glow=blue,2,300]((sorry it took me so long to reply))

The fawn, who was now calming, had stopped shaking. A bitter-sweet calmness came over her as she gazed at her worst enemy. She shook her head and out of pure confusion said, " But you are Putnar, the Unforgiving Killer. Mom said that no matter what we must run from you. But I see it differently, you do not want to kill me though you are starving." The fawn's voice was light and graceful, not the squeakiness the wolves first heard from her.

Nyobe stared at the fawn then back at Falstaf. She gave Falstaf a look as if to say, "Where on earth did she get Unforgiving Killer from?" She then walked up and lay next to the fawn. Taking some grass, regretfully, she chewed it up and spit it back out so the fawn could eat it ((ew, I know. But that's how Deer feed their babies)). The fawn ate it geedily and Nyobe just stared. She finally said, "What is your name, little one?" The fawn just looked back up with a puzzled look, "Name? Well...I-I don't have one."

Nyobe turned again to Falstaf with eyes widened and whispered, "No name? What is her true past?"[/glow]

[Falstaf]

Falstaf gazed at the fawn as she ate the grass. She wrinkled her nose as she thought of actually eating the grass. To her, it was bitter. But, she soon felt cold as she heard the fawn describe them as Unforgiving Killers. Falstaf looked at the fawn and defended her and her kind. "No, we are not unforgiving Killers as you say. We kill to eat. Just like how the grass withers as you graze. Now, there are some that are evil, but there are those like that throughout every species. You tell the others that wolves are no more than creatures that eat meat to live. Not because we want to." Falstaf shoke her head slowly as she thought of the Lera spewing the false lies. Why? How could they be like that? Why do so many hate our kind?
As Nyobe spoke to the fawn, she pondered too, on its situation. What kind of creature doesn't get a name and is left in the wilderness? Simply abandoned? What could this fawn have done or what was its birth tied around? Falstaf knew of the Sight, but also of an ancient power long ago that was before the time of the Sight. It was the gift to speak to Lera. Falstf rembered hearing it as a small pup. Her faint memory recalled a few fragments that her mother told her before she had died. ....Long ago, there was a prophecy. A prophecy of a deer that was to be born tattoed with a white oak leaf on his forhead. Indeed it happened among the red deer. A changling he was born. A changling of the name Rannoch....His gift of speaking to the lera of the land. It seemed a burden and at other times a curse...... Falstf shook her head and came back to reality. Thinking of her past only made her upset again. Nyobe and herself had more important things to take care of then pup tales.

[Nyobe]

[glow=blue,2,300]The fawn just sat still as the cool breeze hit her coat. The two vargs looked so confused, but she didn't know why. Was she supposed to have a name? The fawn then jumped to her feet and shook off all the loose grass. She looked at the two vargs standing there and said, "It is normal for...us. We never get names, even our ancestors never got names." It never occured to her that the vargs didn't know of the dark tradition that went on in their herd. For now, at least, she letf the Unfogiving Killer thing alone.

Nyobe's auds perked as she saw the fawn rise. She looked at Falstaf, who seemed just as confused. Huinger began to rise inside her again like a volcano. Food was so close, just a little bite at the neck and....NO! Thought Nyobe, Never. I cannot possibly eat another Roe Deer after this Staring at the fawn she said, "What name shall we give you then?"

The fawn suddenly jumped back in horror and gasped, "Never!"[/glow]

[Falstaf]

Falstaf looked mysteriously at the small roe deer. It seemed horrible that they didn't have names. Names tell everything about the creature. A name represents the creature and in her case, she represented the name Falstaf. A name is meant to give identity. How could this fawn or other adult deer not have names. She shook her head in disbeilf and then watched the fawn make her way further from them. Nyobe had suggested the idea of a name toit and it seemed horrified. "Why don't you want a name? Why is it so bad? A name is so important and I don't understand why you wouldn't want one."