[glow=teal,2,300] The pure white paws of the angelic touched lightly upon the moist ground, soacked wet from the previous moon's rain. Now, a misty fog settled over the bleack, monotonous forests that seemed to stretch on interminably to no end. Lajos had not come to them before, and yet he had heard tales of varg from these lands. They were cunning, as foxes were, and the land seemed to reflect that cold, steel nature, even in the heat of Summer. Summer... He despised it, for winter was the height of his strength. This sleek bastard could fit in amongst the snows. Way back when, he would traverse high up into the Tatrus and reside alone. in the depths of a cave, just to seek loneliness... It was his gift... As he let out that earsplitting howl; that cry to bring his attention to the Drappa of this land, he readied himself, licking his shimmering pelt free of blood, and shaking it until he was radiant, so much that you could compare him to Wolfbane, himself, or any of the other gods. As he sat, muzzle down, awaiting response, he thought of Cagalli... His she-wolf would certainly join him in this pack, would she not? And Salem... Certainly, Cagalli could not convince him to join... Eh... Why sould she? Shrugging, he lay, eyes closed, upon the ground... Prepared.[/glow]
Slender paws brought her forth as strong stilts moved about the summer forests. The mountain air had evaporated by the afternoon and by now the atmosphere was sticky and hot.
A tri hued varg stalked about, her shoulder blades rising and falling continuously, echoing the rhythmic fashion of her walk. Bright emerald jewels refelcted the land before her as her pink tongue hung loosley, mirroring the heat as the she varg panted lightly.
Gryffin had changed dramatically over the past moon. From the sudden rememberance of who she was, and from the meeting with the Second of the balkar Ziev. As well as the sudden revolution in Fiory their Drappa. List would once again be strong, and Gryffin perhaps once again regain her composure of a hardened heart.
THe fae's head whipped around as she heard a loud masculine howl coming from the borders behidn her. A snarl embedded the beta's maw. Had she not patrolled the borders that morning? And now an intruder. With a menacing snarl scarred onto her maw the tri hued femme raced toward the borders, her talons scarring the earth as she tore it up, her back legs propelling her forward with every growling thrust.
Gryffin slid to a halt, emerald eyes of vivid hatred pierced the Listern forests to see a white he wolf. Gryffin twitched a blood red ear before she snarled and began to advance towards the male, her hackles spiked to its full extent as the bristling femme stepped toward him, her lips were curled exposing pearly white fangs. "Who do I owe this pleasure?" Gryffin snarled, her eyes piercing the male's as she stalked forward still.
She turned, eyeing his throat for a second before returning her gaze that screamed of hate. "Tell me sikla, why shouldn't I just kill you right here?"
~Daughter of the great Shatocwnn and Leohlic~ ~Sister to Fernlick,Jade,Baleful~ ~Cousin to Shatila,Orion,Denisha~ ~mother of Sora, Aiyu and Arias~ ~Forever Remembering, Lyft, Bila, Mother. Father and Shatila~
A cruel smirk slid slowly across the maw of the white brute, undulating about until he sensed the perfect motion... He knew this was it... His most fierce, sly, grin--The epitome, the embodiment, of furivity.
"...Because, dearie," Lajos hissed in a tone he was assured would help improve the suullen, dead, but somehow charged with life, atmosphere of this unearthly scape,"Killing me would leave a bitch such as you at the mercy of the gods. I am their tome that resides here in Trasylvania, a sort of... priest, you may say. I am not to be harmed."
He threw his head back in a cackle oozing with slimy madness...
"Well, for those reasons, and because, in my life, I have lived to be quite old, despite the terrain and life which I live. Get my drift, she-varg? I have come to join thy pack."[/glow]
--*Lajos*-- Fair Fool Age: Two Winters Gender: Dragga Befriended: Tron; Morrow; Farrah; Ember Lily, Cagalli; Soskay Known Corally: Ember Lily // Cagalli
"Then you have not made a great start in gaining our acceptance, have you?" Renn growled, stepping up behind the Kerl. He was foolish to have entered List without Larka's Blessing, and attempting to make fools of List was a mistake. Did he really think that List would believe this speil of being a priest? Drawing back her lips in a snarl, Renn advanced a few steps, closing off any escape routes that the brute may have had. Her golden fur shimmered in the light and her emerald orbs were narrowed with anger at having an intruder. It was a display of hostility, one that would hopefully earn brownie points and give the golden faemme more of a kick-start to her warrior training. And to reassure Renn of the trust and understanding she ahd with Gryffin. "And if you address my Beta as a bitch one more time I shall personally remove your poisoned tongue from your person in the most painful means neccessary." Renn was not kidding, and though it may seem a little arrogant to make threats infront of one of higher ranking than herself, the Listern youth would not hold back in defence of her dear friend.
((Short and crappy.))
Call Me ~ Renn Taint Me ~ Vakasi Encircle Me ~ List Hold Me ~ Kop Stay With Me ~ Drathlic, Silent, Gryffin, Alkiera Hate Me ~ Ge-Rad, Sora
[glow=purple,2,300]"That will not be necassary Renn...."
The voice was light, caressing with a poisoned phisique. The shadow of List with a mysterious air lightly padded with eerie silence into the clearing. One paw in front of the next, until the streamline bodice of the young Drappa of List came completely into view. Her head was held high, as well as that long ebon feathered tail. She was a pitch black nightmare, glowing golden hues blaring into the rude eyes of the stranger upon her territory. Goldenrod auditories were flat against her head and the silver shooting star markings lining her spine prickled with rage. How dare this outsider name call her neice like that...Yes, Gryffin was Fiory's Neice, and the stargazer was not going to take that lightly at all. Tor help, this obviously lost varg...
"State your business you foul peice of dog's meat." Fiory spat, her sparkling ivory daggers shining dangerously at the apparent prier who had so graced his pressence here. Her voice was a mystical whip, gentle in some ways, but sharp and deadly in others. One silent glance was given to Gryffin, and then to Renn, a sparkle of flames ignited behind those golden hues. It was their cue to back off and let her handle it. She had pent up aggression and stress, and this angelic male seemed all to eager to volunteer to release it. Her long agile legs walked foreward, circling the male like a vulture and examining him from every possible angle. Her brows were furrowed, those eyes shining like wolfbane's flames and her hackles could have touched the clouds. All at once, the muzzle of the Drappa came deadly close to the male's face, a loud primal snarl escaping those clenched jaws. Her hot breath blew directly into this male's face, those golden hues blazing like a wildfire nearly out of control across a feild of dry golden stalks.
"Tell me, Filth, why do you think you deserve the honor and priveledge to join MY pack, let alone touch her soil?" The male had better have a good reason....otherwise, it may be the last thing he did.
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~*Mother to Orion, a star gazer at heart*~*Packmates and dear friends: Gryffin, Sudak, Novex, Bristol, Drathlic, Renn, Silent.*~*New aunt to Gryffin's Three Shooting stars*~* Mourning for: Shatocwnn, Bila, Lyft, Shatila, Denisha, Leohlic~ R.I.P~
Gryffin
Dragga/Drappa List's Drappa of Autumn Fire
.:Daughter of the Balkar:. .:Remembering who she's meant to be:.
THe beta femme watched the prissy little male. Her auburn tail tickling the hot summer air as her emerald jewels carved knives into the male's flesh. Her ears were left ringing with the male's laughter yet his words only made Gryffin strive in amusement. Her ear cocked to the side as she took a step toward the male as her throat vibrated with a hearty laughter, though filled with malice and disgust. "Oh you're a little heavens boy arent you? Running around filling the god's deed. What did Fenris tell you to roll around like a mad sikla?" Gryffin smirked.
Gryffin didn't believe in the gods. Well not Fenris and Tor anyways. She believed them to be only in stories of pups. The tri hued femme had grown up in the lore of Wolfbane. Her eyes shimmered with daggers. "Let your little gods have me then. Or maybe I'll just kill you in the name of Wolfbane" Gryffin cooed, a pink fleshy tongue ran over her black lips and the tip of her canids.
Gryffin threw her head back in laughter as a sound lured her attention to view the foliage. A golden femme was what she saw. Renn. Gryffin made out. Her tail swished a greeting as her emerald pools were still knived deep into the heart of the white wolf.
Gryffin smirked at Renn's comment as the femur laughed. "Don't worry Renn. " Gryffin growled and she too ka step closer to the mann until her muzzle were but inches away. "I am a bitch, and I can surely prove him just why and what this bitch can do" Gryffin snarled as she thrust her open jaws forward, showing the male her pearly white daggers as she hung them inches from his face. Gryffin shut her jaws in one sharp 'klink', a smirk on her maw.
Gryffin felt bloodlust rush through her like adrenaline. Her teeth exposed in meaningless dominance and hunger for blood. Blood of this pure wolf it seemed. If this mann called himself an angel, then Gryffin would make sure she'd clip his wings and watch him fall from the skies and into a hole of hell.
Yet ears pricked to detect the sound of the sleek ebonness. And at her words Gryffin drew her muzzle away and padded towards the golden she wolf after flashing the alien male a devious smirk. Her emerald eyes then turned to Renn which gave her a proper greeting, much warmer then the tail wag she had first gave on her immediate entrance. Though Gryffin had become who she had been before her parents death, a stubborn and headstrong wolf, the connection she had shown to Renn since the first day she had joined was still there and had not faded away like the morning mist.
Gryffin's oculars met with the star gazer and at once the beta took her stand, her lips sealed, though still curved in a cunning smirk, hiding laughter behind those ebon chops. But then again how could you not laugh at a sikla? Gryffin watched as Fiory scarred the male with her words, and a flood of hungry excitment quenched the tri hued beta as she watched on.
~Daughter of the great Shatocwnn and Leohlic~ ~Sister to Fernlick,Jade,Baleful~ ~Cousin to Shatila,Orion,Denisha~ ~mother of Sora, Aiyu and Arias~ ~Forever Remembering, Lyft, Bila, Mother. Father and Shatila~
[glow=teal,2,300]The youth smirked, revealing once more his row of sharp, glimmering teeth. He liked this pack, already...
A dark sheen over his bright yellow eyes, he turned and looked at each of the varg that surrounded him, nodding slowly to each one.
"I am, madame, requesting entry into thy pack," the yearling began in a sussurus-esque soliloqy type tone that he claimed as his own,"This is, for I find thy pack a tad... Ah, well..."
The roving priest paused as he searched to find the correct words... How tough they were to find, at times!
"...Tantalizing. I like this place. Also, I believe that with a knowledge of healing as well as hunting, I could by a valuable asset to thy pack. Should you require nought my services, I still seek to join you in this..."
Again, he searched through the inner mantles of his mind for something... some kind of word... And alas, he had discovered one.
"...Um... subtle harmony."[/glow]
--*Lajos*-- Fair Fool Age: Two Winters Gender: Dragga Befriended: Tron; Morrow; Farrah; Ember Lily, Cagalli; Soskay Known Corally: Ember Lily // Cagalli
[glow=purple,2,3,00]An angelic being. Something Fiory had thought herself as many moons ago, when she had been young and naive to the world of blood and battles. Those glittering hues of gold gleamed like daggers into the hues of the intruder, a stone cold glare as she searched his cornia's for some scrap, some reason, to spare his life. It was rare, that Fiory got this angry over something, over anything. The last time she had been so set off, had been when she had to confront her sister's murderer of Koran. She had not even shown this kind of hostility towards Ziev, the Second of the Balkar, when he intruded and shoved words down her throat. A few inches if that from the muzzle of this mann, those eyes searched and worked over, glaring down into the soul and the depths of this self made angel. Her daggers continued to gleam brightly, blindingly white and utterly dangerous.
Then it happened. A split moment, and his teeth were flashed. That primal snarl erupted like a heated volcano, and Fiory's ebony paws had reared foreward, their claws bowling into the mann with a force hardly recognized by the agile and usually gently kind Drappa. A shove such as that, would have been enough to bowl over even the Dragga of List, her mate Bristol, the ebony muscular mann of shadowed liniage. Not to mention this young yearling, this sikla of youth with limited muscular structure to fight back. But the ebon stargazer didn't stop there, she stood over him, almost seeming to pin him down with those snarling and glistening fangs in his face.
"State your Name, Despising Sikla.." Her voice was not her own. It was nothing but hatred and disgust, snarling and growling unending. What had caused her to attack like this? That growl...That one glimmer of a snarl he had showed her. She had seen his young and small fangs, glistening defiantly up at her, and that was one more thing Fiory would not accept. If he was to have any chance of joining List, he would need to learn to cower like the sikla he represented himself as.
"Or Stay Silent....and I would be happy to let my Beta send you...heh...Back to Heaven." She growled in a sarcastic way, hinting at his angelic demeanor and his god like aura. Her golden rod ears were foreward as far as they could go, while Fiory waited, standing over the youngster in defiance, tail raised and hackles on high....
((Sorry for the god-mod there....Don't worry dear, I'm really not all that mean...Promise Promise. ))[/glow]
~*Mother to Orion, a star gazer at heart*~*Packmates and dear friends: Gryffin, Sudak, Novex, Bristol, Drathlic, Renn, Silent.*~*New aunt to Gryffin's Three Shooting stars*~* Mourning for: Shatocwnn, Bila, Lyft, Shatila, Denisha, Leohlic~ R.I.P~
((Oh, I don't mind. Everyone's charries can be quite rude, at times. ))
[glow=teal,2,300]Merely staring ever foward with dead eyes, all the lifeless, yet somehow, a glimmering pool of light itself, Lajos's dry maw cracked into a sharp, sly grin.
"A dubbance, I have not, however, you may call me as Lajos. The name is light, and it defines me."
As the youth always did, he wondered if these drappas could make sense of his somehow... antiqued style of speach. Here, apparently, his "oldspeach" was quite uncommon, unlike that of his homeland to the north.
"M'lady, all I ask is that you allow me within thy pack--I shall even take the role of a Sikla, if such be needed. As mentioned, I am of valuable asset."
Lajos sighed--The Drappa expected him to be the terrified, cowering, I'm-so-scared-I-could-urinate-all-over-myself sort... But why? What use was it to be a coward, in troubled times like these? The Evil One would not accept this...
"I bring you nothing but my goodwill--The drappa who met me upon your terra had insulted me, and insults, I do not tolerate," He spoke calmly and monotonously to the Drappa,"And thus, I responded accordingly. I am no fool, Drappa. Nor am I one of the weack--I will not fear anything."[/glow]
--*Lajos*-- Fair Fool Age: Two Winters Gender: Dragga Befriended: Tron; Morrow; Farrah; Ember Lily, Cagalli; Soskay Known Corally: Ember Lily // Cagalli
That will not be necesary Renn, The agile Drappa's voice cut through Renn's rage like a sharp knife. Stepping back, Renn did not move from where she stood behind the Kerl, still in a hostile stance and cutting off any chance of escape. It was a great pleasure to watch Fiory hurl insult after insult upon this arrogant Mann, yet, surprisingly, he failed to squirm or look mildly annoyed. In fact, he seemed calm and collected, though the confidence he excreted seemed empty and untrustworthy. There was something about this peculiar-speaking 'priest'. If he was allowed into List, which was highly unlikely, then Renn knew she would never trust this proud wolf who had already estranged himself from three of List. There was something odd and alien about him, as if he were concealing something, but not a physical thing...
Turning to see Gryffin moving round to join her, Renn dipped her ehad respectfully, yet warily, the rift that Renn felt blatant. Even if Gryffin still felt close to her, the golden pelted faemme felt too scared to be able to approach Gryffin about things she normally would ahve been open about. Ever since Fiory had converted List, Gryffin had revealed a mean streak, and it was this mean streak, and loyalty to her parents who founded List, that kept Renn from the Beta faemme. Renn did not want to offend her old friend or get herself thrown out of List for having her doubts. Yet more arrogant pecualiar words came from the Kerl's throat, claiming that he wished to join the Pack because he liked it, commenting on the harmony of List - it made Renn's blood boil to hear such mockery of the Pack she loved. It was a strain not to leap forward and rip the white Mann's throat from his body, and leave the carcass out to rot. Instead, the faemme's hackles bristled indignantly, clealy pointing out her rage to Gryffin and Fiory, though, Fiory's attention seemed to be directed elsewhere. The Star Gazing Drappa dove forward, bowling over the Kerl with clawed forepaws. She snarled, her voice bitter and hostile. It was, well, scary to see the once-gentle Drappa in such a fit of rage.
[glow=purple,2,300]Fiory just stood, allowing Lajo's words to sink like swamp water into her mind. His words were old spoken, aged and to any other varg confusing to understand. However, the Drappa of List was not like any other varg. On the contrary, before traveling away from the resting places of her deceast parentage, her mother and her father had spoken in an ancient tounge like that...And though, hearing another speak in such ways was refreshing at best, it was not without it's sharp points of distilled irritance. For a while there was a silence again, before it seemed Fiory's hackles began to lesson, and she stepped off of the young mann with an air like demeanor; gentle, strong, proud and whispy all at once.
"Hmmm " Lights like stars shone within those golden opticals, as if she was really contemplating his request. Her streamline figure stood proud before him, her aerodinamic cranium tilted ever so slightly as to give the impression that she was looking down at him. "Very well...Self proclaimed profit on high of unknown value and demeanor, I allow you within my pack's territory for at the very least, the time being." Her voice had calmed, and had returned to an airry breeze like mystery, lovely to the touch, even if it sometimes held spines.
"You are below that of all the varg here within List's boundries, and that is how you will remain until such 'valuable assets' can be proved otherwise. You seem to have already become aquaintenced with two femmes I would trust my own life with, and they are to be shown the utmost respect...whether or not they return the favor back to you." Fiory was laying out the guidlines and the rules, specific to this arrogant mann, even though deep within that soul of hers, she had a curiosity of why such a male would wish to join her pack, for what reason? For what purpose? It was a curiousity she hoped to have answered in time.
"I, am Fiory, Star Gazing Drappa of List...I bid you welcome, however brief it may come to be..."[/glow]
~*Mother to Orion, a star gazer at heart*~*Packmates and dear friends: Gryffin, Sudak, Novex, Bristol, Drathlic, Renn, Silent.*~*New aunt to Gryffin's Three Shooting stars*~* Mourning for: Shatocwnn, Bila, Lyft, Shatila, Denisha, Leohlic~ R.I.P~
[glow=teal,2,300]"M'lady, I thank thou with my greatest respect, and my loyalty. All that I possess is yours and that of the rest of this pack. I can say no more."
Pleased, he dipped his maw low, a toothy grin displayed upon it as he returned it upward to nod to each of the she-vargs whom he had become somewhat accquainted with.
"Each of thou shant forgive me immediately, I know, but allow me forgiveness, my overlings, for sins commited against you. I only respond as I am inclined to."
Sighing, he stood, banner erect, before the others. He stared at each of them and, finally, moved lower as a form of bow to each of them.
"I can give little more than my own skills in healing and varg history, but I will do what I can for each of you as well as thy pack."[/glow]
(Volund: no we're not being harsh..its how our characters act. and its really how real wolves act too. It's silly how some people think eveyrone should prance around being all merry and giddy and 'i love you' This is List. Every pack has their own characteristics. So either succk it uup or go to Deor or Ge rad or somthing.
btw this post isnt meant to be rude kay I'm just really irritated at the moment.)
~Daughter of the great Shatocwnn and Leohlic~ ~Sister to Fernlick,Jade,Baleful~ ~Cousin to Shatila,Orion,Denisha~ ~mother of Sora, Aiyu and Arias~ ~Forever Remembering, Lyft, Bila, Mother. Father and Shatila~
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-sits down to watch- 
I think you guys are bein kinda harsh to Lajos though tis not my place to say xD}}
