Same Minds, Different Genders (Sora)

[Arias]

((Thought we could have a personal thread together sis, hope you don't mind.))

The morning was light and crisp. Fenris had not yet warmed the earth with his golden beams, but his time would come. The land during mid-day would be nothing but a boiling field of haze, heat waves that would worm their way up the tall trunks of the many coniffers and pines of the Listern forest. But for now, it was calm and cool with a light, warm breeze weaving it's way through the land. A young male, born to the Listern Betas Gryffin and Sudak, lay on an exposed rock upon the mountain's ridge. His pelt was light, a reddish sandy colour on top then fading into a pearly white - a trait from both his tri-hued mother and ivory father - along his flanks and underside. The cub was still young but growing fast. His limbs were long and gangly as they lay sprawled in odd positions from his sleeping position. For a night the youth had decided to sleep outside the Listern dens, away from his fellow packmates and littermates. Arias was his name, and Arias was the name he'd stick to.

The birds chirped happily around him and flew back and forth from tree branch to bush then to the forest floor. They sang their songs and froliced in the air as though their lives were full of peace and happiness. Not a care in the world.
Heavy lids of the young varg began to flicker and soon they opened to reveal fiery ember eyes hidden beneath. They were long faded from their puppy-blue and had now taken on a fiery amber. It was a trait passed down from Gryffin's father, the great Leohlic. And Arias bore it with true pride. A slight growl tickled his throat as his dry tongue stuck out and licked his ivory muzzle before lifting his head and throwing the innocent flying lera a tedious glare.

For moments he lay there, contemplating over his dreams of blood and madness, grinning darkly to himself before finally gathering his gangly limbs beneath him and letting out a long yawn and stretching them thoroughly upon his chosen rock. Shaking his light hued pelt, Arias let out another gruff growl and leapt nimbly down from his perch and landed neatly before taking up a steadly lope towards the Crimson Lake - his birthing place and also an ideal spot to pass away the morning and cure his thirst.
On reaching the shores of the wide expanse of lake, Arias slowed his pace and padded lightly towards the edge, crouching low to lap at the plentiful supply of life qiving liquid. His large, broad auds perked and fell back against his head as he heard a disturbance in the undergrowth behind. Stopping himself from drinking anymore, the young male scented the breeze and his dripping muzzle curled into a wry grin. "Hello Sora."

[Sora]

Sora stepped from the shadows with a scowl on her face. She was long and lanky; the same height as her brother. On her crown was a pair of bat like ears, and her face was painted with a white mask. Like a Drappa long deceased she had dual coats; dusty brown and gentle white. Emerald eyes didn’t bother to meet fiery amber ones; she flounced past him with her tale high and stopped with her forepaws in the very edges of the pool. The water lapped quietly at her feet as silence fell in the trees.

The she-cub was staring into the reeds and cattails of the pond. She spotted more than one duck and her instinct itched to charge them wildly; but she brushed it aside. Sora was gazing at the lilies floating on the surface. There were numerous flowers of pink and white, but fewer were the bulbs of crimson red. Only seven moved slightly with the shudders of the water.

An old story had been told to her by her mother once, when Sora was just a whelp peering at the white, frozen world. Gryffin had said that every time a wolf of List died a red lily unfurled in the stagnant pool. Who had it been; those who were now honored by the flowers? Shatocwnn of course, robbed of health and life, sent to an early resting. Leohlic was gone too, broken by moons and blood. Bila too was dead because she decided to end a war that never really was; that was something that never needed to be. As she understood Lyft the Emissary breathed no more after one epic fight with some Deor sister. Than the three cubs, two of Bila’s and one of Fiory, were too weak to survive the cold, cruel world. And what of the eighth, she asked herself as she watched the water leak from the peddles like tears. That was a secret that died with the Frost Drappa.

A breeze ruffled her thin fur and an eerie feeling made a hair along her back bristle. The Lilies of the Dead, she thought, struggling to name them. The Lilies of List; the Crimson Pool. When all else forgot the wolves who once stalked across the mountains brow, this pool would remember; it would honor the dead.

“I’ll be there too,” Sora whispered to herself, slightly proud. List flowed in her veins, and more importantly it was in her heart. Fools like Renn who tried to make the pack something it wasn’t would never be a true List varg. It didn’t matter that they loved the forest; they had to be the forest and know its ways.

“So,” she growled to Arias as she exited from her thoughts. “Conniving are we? Dreaming of blood and Balkar?” She finally looked him in the face and there was a grin on her maw. It wasn’t entirely unfriendly. “Wolfbane knows someone should be,” she added and a disgusted bark of laughter fled from her muzzle.

//Bla, it sucks. And yeah, I always though it was "pool" but you can ignore that. //

[Arias]

((Sora, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to just put this thread up for the Acrhives. I hardly have the time and I was planning on making a thread in the Balkar. And with the amount of free time i get from Uni, I can only sustain one thread. Which sucks I know. Really sorry.))