~*A Spar Between Friends*~

[Fiory]

[glow=purple,9,000]Winter's clutch was firm upon the lands of translyvannia. Her icy touch was everywhere, upon the nettles of the trees, to the frozen roots of the grass on the ground. Everything seemed dead, everything seemed never to return. And yet there was life in this dismal time of year, when winter's bite was worse then it's bark. A lone figure, ebony black against the peircing white snow walked upon silent paws to the middle of the clearing, surrounded by trees on every side say for one. A lake, small and frozen lay to the western border of the small frozen meadow, iced over and glistening gently in Fenris's soft and weak rays.

The ebony femme was of the List pack, but she was not challenging anyone in particular. For one in the winter, she had excess energy, and wished to spar with a friend of hers, just for fun. It had been a while since Fiory had gone tooth and claw with a varg, and that had been back in the summer time, when her loving mate was still around.

Ah Bristol. She missed him so. Her newly born cubs would never know their father again, and forever be bastards upon the frozen lands. But it would not matter. They were and would continue to be loved by the pack their mother resided in. List's members loved the new born cubs, Orion Denisha and Shatila, named after two great Leaders of List, Shatocwnn and Bila.

Slowly, the storyteller, agile swift and cunning sat down in the frozen earth with a light crunch of the snow and gazed at her raven black coat through the ice upon the lake. Golden oculars glistened back at her, as tanned auditories flicked in many directions, listening for the slightest of sounds.With a voice angelic, pure yet a mystery to many who heard it, her muzzle was lifted into the air, her maw ajar as a long melodious howl escaped it. The call for a fun challenge rang off the mountains and bounded through the trees like a free spirit would. And even when it had been seased, the call could still be heard in echoes. Now was the waiting game. Who would come? Who would come...

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[Bila]

Mist settled a veil over the mountains, shielding the spruce trees and the rocks in safety. The creatures that occupied the mountains regions were either safe in their dens, or scavenging the land with a bloody tooth or wary ear. The snow blended with the mist, clean of prints that could have been left because it was so packed down together. The cloudy sky held no blue in its wispy form, and it settled down to mingle with the mist and snow, creating a world of white grey. Only a bold tree showed visible through the mist.

Pound. Pound. The silent run of the hunter slapped the earth, invisible body sashaying through the mist, jumping from the rocks with ease passed down from generations of wild hunters like herself. The mist enshrouded the slim body, and like a shadow she ran, keeping to the protected quiet, ever wary with shining eye and swiveling ear. A wind spurred through the air and blew lightly at the mist, exploding around the huntress in a rush of song. It’s cool touch mingled with the warm breath of the she-Varg, and together the danced through the air and flew on the ground, running with the wild being, egging her on with sharp gusts, exploding in a flow of speed to even her legs out. Together they blew across the mountains, through the mist and into a sudden, clear cut air. The wind died and a rocky pass was standing sharply in front of her. She padded forward softly.

Scratch. Scratch. The bold steps of a warrior struck the ground and the tall, strong she wolf hit the rock with a sure paw. Her claws clanged against the strong stone, and it seeped into her and through her, filling her with rock hard boldness, wavering courage, and a bravery that came from the core. Slowly it etched its strength into her heart until the warriors eye glittered with cunning, and her blood began to pound with each step. Then as she stepped into the mist, a howl filled the air. It sang eerily into the light, and the wolf came to a stop, looking warily around, listening with its sharp ears to the sound of it’s’ sister. The call was etched with familiarity but born on the wings of challenge.

A powerful sound swept from the maw, and the wind dragged it up high into the air and with a rushing song of its own, it carried the long call through the air far and wide. The earth shook with it, and the Varg was one with the song of its being, the very heart of its ancestors. It was the wolf.

Through the forest and mist Bila ran, her tongue lolling out of her mouth until she came to a stop in front of Fiory, snow spraying around her. She grinned at the ebon wolf, and without words her claws clacked on the ground as she watched with wary eye.

[Fiory]

[glow=purple,9,000]Ahh, she knew that voice. She knew that sound. The agile storyteller did not even have to turn round to know who was there. Bila had come at last.

"Took you long enough sister dear." She said quietly, her voice sarcastic and sassy, but in a playful way. Slowly, she rose upon her agile stilts, tail flicking behind her as the femme rounded upon her own flesh and blood, sortof. Her golden orbs sparkled with michevious flames and her paws crunched beneath the snow and ice upon the ground. Whisping her tail around high in the air, she gave a playful growl, her ivorys hardly being shown.

"Ready to loose to a delta sister darling?" She teased, before her cat like body sprang foreward, a playful grin upon her snarling face, ears erectly foreward as she made to pounce upon Bila. Not hard mind you, but just as a cub would to it's sibling.

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