Ones Beginning, Anothers End //Private//

[Fernlick]

Rarr, I'm horrible at starting threads.
[glow=red,2,300]And in a shadowed den a she-wolf was hunkered against the far wall, her eyes catching and reflecting light in the dim badger set. Her fur was a creamy beige hue and clung to her bones, outlining nearly every rib. But even though she was underweight from fatigue her body was wiry and her eyes gleamed brightly with health. A long, pink tongue lolled from her narrow muzzle because of the humid air in the den and every breath was a quick pant. Nestled beneath her flank was the reason why she had indulged in shelter. Two whelps were sleeping silently, warmed by their mother. Blind, deaf, helpless, the birthing den was all they had ever known.

Above, beneath the warmth of the sun, whipped by a playful breeze, a black wolf stalked. Living things had cringed into hiding from his malicious pink stare and silence rang throughout the forest. Only the wind and the pine needles whispered together far from the ground and the hunter below. His ebon pelt seemed to clash with the sunny day, and his face was in a snarl of contempt. He stared meanly ahead as he crept over forest foliage, ivory teeth flashing.

This was his birth territory, and here he had fought, raced, and frolicked as a young black cub. His blood had ties with this land, and like a true wolf he felt a fierce longing for the familiar scents and meeting places of his puppy days. He never felt so at peace accept when he was shielded by thick conifers or surrounded by rocky crags. In the winter he longed for thick snow to carpet the ground he walked on, and in summer felt the need for mountain weather. And above all, he longed for the wolves that still dwelt there: Gryffin, Lyft, Bila, Fiory, and Bristol. They had been his pack mates, and his roots and their roots mingled together. He did not know that change had wrought the mountains, and that things he had once cherished were nothing more than memories. The male came to the mouth of the birthing den and paused, his neck held up stiffly. The small varg tasted the air, and after a second of curled lips he slunk into the darkness of the hole.

Fernlick’s mood changed immediately. On his belly he slid forward, his tail wagging wildly, whimpering and wriggling as he came towards Mantic. Her maw opened into a smile and she wagged her tail against the dirt floor, jabbing her head up in greeting. Fernlick felt an ache in his gut and the familiar feeling of confusion delve inside of himself as he lipped her chops enthusiastically. Every time he was in close contact with her, he was lost in those strange feelings, not sure how to deal with them or accept them. For a moment they shared the exuberant greeting until Mantic pulled away, her brown eyes gazing tenderly at her cubs. Fernlick slobbered over her some more until he pulled away, too and just crouched with an idiotic look on his face, his tail wriggling with joy. It was a while before he looked warily at the whelps.

Mantic saw the look and let out a bark of laughter. Fernlick glared at her reproachfully. “What,” he snarled fiercely, anger beginning to flicker in his eyes. At once the ruff along Mantic’s neck began to bristle and her lips curled up to reveal the tips of her canines. The den was filled with rumbles coming from the pair, but than Fernlick cast his eyes to the ground and the she-wolf relaxed, though her eyes were still flashing. The male knew the ways of the Balkar and so often Mantic had to put him in his place. She treasured him, but he was dangerous and she was ever watchful when he was around the cubs. Silence followed the out break until Fern reached forward and touched her paw with his nose and than the storm clouds passed and Mantic licked him over the head.

“Can you tell which is which,” she challenged him mischievously, growling playfully. Fernlick glared at her and than inched closer to the cubs. To his untrained eyes they looked the same, and when he sniffed them in vain he could only smell Mantic and milk. Awkwardly he kept staring at them, but the two cubs were an enigma. “That one is Lithwen,” he guessed, beginning to feel the pricking of fury as Mantic chuckled. The laughter stopped. Fernlick looked at her and saw that she was staring at him incredulously. “Well there’s a first time for everything! How’d you know,” she growled, starting to laugh again. “I, er, guessed. But they’re completely identical anyway!” he growled defensively.

The she-wolf shook her head, smiling indulgently. “No they aren’t,” she whispered softly and turned her body to look at the two. See Lithwen, she is bigger than Naca who is darker then Lithwen. Can see it now?” Fernlick gazed at them hard and saw what she meant, but his daughters were an entirely different concept to the male. He shook his head and she shook hers before they fell into a companionable quiet.

Suddenly, Mantic rose and crawled up the den entrance. Fernlick pricked his ears forward and than followed her only to gaze at her retreating back. “Fern, watch the cubs,” she growled brusquely. The male watched in confusion, and she looked back at him impatiently. “I need a break, don’t worry, just keep them warm, I will be back soon.” And with that she disappeared. He stood rather helplessly beneath the trees, feeling something that might have been fear to lie down by his cubs. What would he do if they were hungry, and what if he accidentally crushed one? As soon as he thought that he turned confidently in the exact opposite direction that Mantic had took and went at a brisk trot. He traveled quickly, leaving trees and many smells behind him until he found a rock jutting from the ground. It was a large bolder which was common in these mountains. He leapt easily onto it and than stood regally on its breadth; piercing the depths of the forest with eerie pink eyes.

He and his littermates had tumbled off of rocks like these and scrabbled to climb them first. He remembered being involved in desperate struggles at the top to stay on, and now he thought of his dearest sibling, Gryffin. Fern found himself dwelling on her, and he could just remember her scent. Longing suddenly overwhelmed him and he threw his muzzle into the air and sent a quivering howl into the forest.[/glow]

[Gryffin]

An agile shadow crept through the main pathways of the mountain range territory. A lone raven circle high in the sky as it sent out its rash call. But the other creatures paid no heed, except for its own kind, for a second call echoed back, replying the raven in flight. Below it, what it was was a carcass. A carcass of a deer, eaten by a pack of wolves. The raven circled, cawing its great massive wings giving two single beats as it plunged, its beady eyes targeting the rotting smell. Tongue clicking it flapped as it landed. Already there were other ravens around soem quarrelling and some digging into the meaty selections. Quirping with pride and praising itself it plunged its beak deep into the red meat, gulping down morsels when suddenly a growl was heard. It cawed, lookign about with its intelligent eyes.

The shadow snarled once more, a lithe canine form approached, its hackles raised as it then lunged. Emerald eyes ablaze with fury as its large paws batted at the raven horde sending it scattering into the air. Its croaking drowing out any other mountain side song.

THe wolf hissed, its tail raised as it lashed from side to side, it stalked around the carrion, its back arched and hackles raised like the mountain ranges where it was dwelling. THe wolf hissed and threw some dirt over the carrion. There was not much meat left on it, for her pack had feasted on the same carcass for several days now. But the wolf was ever protective, especiially since it had taken great lengths to catch it, as well as it had been a long time since she had eaten a full meal.

Gryffin grabbed a bone and tossed it into the air catchign it in her mouth as her crimson ears twitched. Her tail lashed, her eyes still holding the gleam of fury as well as cunning. She threw the boen up once more but this time she let it drop to the ground. The ravens that had began to bravely gather again, watchign the bone with immense curiosity.
THe she wolf perked up, her mouth twitching. There was a howl, a deep deafenign howl. It was from a strangers. Gryffin would not tolerate stranegrs in List any more. Especially since her dragga had dissappeared and her drappa was injured as well as her pups, only moons old still i nthe den. She only trusted her own packmates and no one else. With a lash of fury she tore off, bolting toward the howl. The bloodlust that had been with her since she had attacked the ravens still pumped greedily in her. Muscles tensed as she bounded ever so closer, to a shadow, to a stranger, to a kin...


Gryffin didn't stop to catch one second of a breath, her paws worked hard as they flexed, her banner of a tail waving behind her as her lips were pulled back into a snarl. But now she stopped. Her paws slowing down. She needed to be smart. She needed to be thoughtful. She padded slowly now, controling her breath. Her stomach still had the skin that hung down loosely. From her pregnancy and as she walked her extra stomach fur swung lightly.

Pink tongue ran over her delicate lips, emerald orbs piercing the landscapewith keen interest. She tasted the air but nothing. Nothigng could let her know of the being that was here in List for the wind was blowing her own scent towards the intruder. She let out a frustrated snarl. Her tail giving one single lash. Gryffin crept forward her eyes blinking, yes now she saw it! There it was! THere on top of a boulder stood a regal form of a wolf. He was a handsome mutt. Gryffin studied him closely. His chin was raised in pride and it made Gryffin tense. She growled.

Though it was her brother, it had been logn since she had seen the black male. The last time they had seen each other was when they were half the size of what they were now. And it would be hard to familiarize the regal he varg standing on that boulder to be the brother Gryffin had grown up to love as her closest sibling.

But now as Gryffin crouched there, all she read from his poise and stature that he was an intruder, and he could be a male looking to take over List. Besides without Bristol there, there was no Dragga to scent along the borders. Gryffin snarled, her hackles raised as her pupils contracted into slits. Her talosn dug into the cold earth, molding into the soil as Gryffin readied herself. She wa tired of waiting for the wind to change. It was time to act!


THe Tri hued varg shot out of the bracken, in full speed, her back legs tearing behind her as she leapt now, her jaws wide as her back legs sprung like a spring shooting her forward in an upward motion. Her paws now fanned out and she emmited a menacing snarl as her green eyes flashed boldly.
And she made contact with the regal wolf. Her paws caught the wolf's body and now, there she was lunging her full body weight into the black male. Andhere was where she was ready to fight. fight the intruder, fight the male, fight for her pack, fight her kin.


(i hope you don't mind the rushed ending. I coudln't think of anything )

[Fernlick]

Bleh, I'm sick, but I think this will do sister of mine.

[glow=red,2,300]His howl echoed into silence and than he waited with quivering ears, his pink eyes piercing through the forest. He was frozen onto the age old boulder as minutes slipped by, straining for an answer, sniffing the air for a familiar scent, but his nostrils were only filled with the dry trees and fresh, warm air. Even so Fernlick remained vigilant, patient enough to wait until Mantic returned. He had trailed moose for days at a time and traveled over many miles just to find prey; he could stand to wait for a wolf of List.

List, Fernlick was so glad to be back. The shadows caste from the trees seemed to welcome him home when he slipped beneath their secluded branches, offering him concealment, something that he thrived on. In the shadows he stalked invisible from the peering sun, and there he saw more clearly like the Night Hunter that he was. He had been born into the harsh mountain and he welcomed the brief summers and bitter winters almost because of familiarity alone. In his cubhood days he had grown strong and wiry from tumbling across rocky slopes and racing past the towering conifers. He had competed with his litter mates since the time he had been blind and deaf to assure his dominance and test his strength. His first winter he had learned how unforgiving life was and how merciless the blizzards would hit, drawing the pack close together to strive for survival. List and the pack members had shaped him. Leohlic, Shatocwnn, Lyft, Bila, Fiory, Bristol, Gryffin, and Baleful; he could almost taste their scents. He remembered each one clearly, but little did he know that the rest of the world had forgotten. Baleful, Lyft, Bila, and Leohlic were dead and few remained who had had the honor to know them. He only knew that Shatocwnn had been killed by disease, but he had accepted it. He hadn’t had a choice that was life as he knew it: survival of the fittest. He had loved his mother though and sometimes he felt very confused when he thought of her. She had been so strong and guiding, protective and fierce that it seemed unfair that life had gone on, but it had and he had to, too.

The ground trembled and his ears flickered forward, catching the sound of swift steps. The hackles along Fernlick’s back prickled and his lips curled upward. He visibly tensed and his eyes glittered as they tried to penetrate the thick foliage. The wind had suddenly swept both of the wolf’s scents away, and a growing doubt flickered in his mind. This might be no varg of List at all; List might not even still stand. A brief growl rumbled through his chest and emitted through his pearly teeth. His instincts were holding him to the spot, goading towards fight. His tension caused his body to shake as the whole mountains quieted before the moment, and he hunched his shoulders up in preparation. The steps were very close, whatever it was, was slinking in the cover of the woods; suddenly they stopped.

One second of utter stillness ticked away and than a figure erupted from the conifers. A snarl of rage burst from his muzzle as he twisted to face the wolf as she made contact. He was so small that he would use her own force against her. She made contact with a bellow of rage and he was flung from the rock where he nearly fell. In an instant he was taken over by rage and in a flash had sprung back on the rock and lunged for the side of her throat. If he were to succeed the two would topple of the rock and he would pin her against the ground and suck the life from her.
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[Arias]

The earth within the den was cooler than that outside, though still dry and dusty. Arias had grown considerably in the past moon and a half and was already getting bigger than his two sisters - long lanky legs remaining long and his body slim and sleek. He had the stature of a true hunter and fighter, though his muscles were still young and not strong enough for him to tackle anything else than his sisters...most likely Sora, as Aiyu was far more timid.
Arias lay spraweld near the den's entrance, catching the odd drift of breeze that blew threw the hole and brushed his face with a warm stroke. Sighing and lifting his head, resting now on his shoulder, the young male peered back inside the dimly lit den and watched as his sister's too were taking advantage of the shade on this particularly warm spring morning and snoozing in the shadows. His light brown pelt - covered mostly in white along his flanks, underbelly and tail - was dull with the dust of the den's earth as it had fallen on him whilst he slept, or from his small, rolling tussles with Sora. Letting a disgruntled growl escape his white muzzle, it was pulled back into a wide yawn before he finally dragged his lazy body off the ground and stumbled out into the open. His tail flicked and his entire body shook violently to rid himself of the dust particles which had taken over his fur.
Perking his awkward, large auds and rising his tail, Arias began to scent the area around the den before padding off into the direction of the denser forest...unsure exactly of what he was going to do when he got there. But a long howl stopped him in his tracks and his long lanky legs quivered with the force he came to a halt at. Perking his broad auds and listening intently, he turned his muzzle in the direction he'd heard it from and lowered his head until it was in-line with his spine and rigid tail. A cunning smirk curled his lips and the youth decided that he should investigate.

After a short while of sly slinking, the young male was overly excited and tore into a gangly legged lope as his maw was parted and his tongue lopped at the side of his muzzle. Though on leaving the saftey of the trees and scouting past some thick brush, Arias pulled up sharp and dropped to the ground as a larger ebony male could be seen standing aloft a large boulder not too far form where he lay. Observing his every movement, Arias was clever enough to know not to intrude...the male had gave his position away, and an adult would be there soon enough to deal with it.
And of course, as he thought, it was not long indeed. Several moments later, a streak of colour leapt from the brush and threw its weight into the strange varg. But with movements so quick, the male had already made his next move and was heading for her throat - and within a flash, Arias noticed it to be Gryffin, his mother.
A yelp escaped his muzzle and his auds perked up as he let out a warning bark...somehow hoping that it would do something to help aid his mother in the fight.

(I was going to end it better...but I couldn't think)

[Gryffin]

Tendons pulsed as Gryffin sped up. Her back legs had launched her through the mountain air, sending her clear toward the black male that stood on the boulder, now clearly aware of her presence. In another second Gryffin felt the males body under her paws. Gryffin snarled and managed to throw the smaller male to the edge of the boulder.. Giving a defeaning growl she grasped the rock with her claws and tried to steady herself on it. Panting her emerald eyes flashed as her claws scraped the boulder, as she struggled to gain a balance on it. Her steady eyes then raised. And giving a howl she looked up to see the black male lunging towards her. Gryffin snarled and leapt as well, pushing her self forward, her backlegs kicking the boulder.

Gryffin met the male again, her left paw slashing against the male's shoulder, the heat of battle consuming all ehr senses. The world around them was nothign more. The only thing in Gryffin's mind was the battle, and the opponent in front of her.

But as the two wolves met Gryffin the larger of the two, slipped as her back legs were misplaced. Her tail swished as she was thrown of balance. Out of the corners of her eyes Gryffin saw the male's jaws. Ajar and ready to sink into wolven flesh. She hissed, her own sets of teeth open in a call of rage as the snapped but she was already falling as the males jaws came closer. They were aiming for the side of her neck.

Gryffin made a split second choice and as she fell she spun around because of the boulder and her feet that she was tryign to get untangled as she fell. Instead the back of her neck was now exposed to the varg as she fell with a snarl. Her emerald orbs closed for a split second as she felt the male's weight fall on her. She snarled as she finally hit the ground. Her talons digging into the earth as she waited for the curdling feeling of another teeth sinking into flesh.

[Fernlick]

//Hope you don't mind the godmodes. I was just guessing you'd attack him when he let go. Tell me if I should modify.//

[glow=red,2,300]His jaws closed like a trap and he bit deeply. He had her for the kill, and so instead of letting go of the snarling she-wolf he thrashed his head wildly from side to side, trying to break her neck. His lips were curled in a silent snarl and his eyes glazed with untamable fury; fury flamed by the heat of the battle. Fernlick was a snarling, dumb beast as he tried to drag her into the dirt, enticed by the sweet flow of blood. His ears were pounding as he gnashed his jaws, almost tearing a hunk of flesh right out of the tri-colored vargs neck. The blood came faster and a deep rumbling snarl boomed in his chest as anger began to consume him.

Than it happened; he suddenly stopped twisting this way and that. Instinct had taken hold of his mind, and like an invisible force was pressing against him, dominant, demanding. Obediently he obeyed even the blood lust was on him and his gut roiled with murderous adrenaline. Still holding tight, he breathed past the stench of blood; he tickled his nose along her hairs to take in her scent. Smelling was believing; he had not recognized the wolfess, but her scent was one he could never forget. Fernlick jumped away and the blood flowed quicker from her wound, matting the fur where it swamped it. Fernlick stepped forward, awed and excited, to probe her once again and was caught full in the face. With a deafening snarl he dodged her quick attacks. “Gryffin, Gryffin!” he cried as fury tried to invade him once again. His voice deepened, laced with a furious snarl. He had never had very much self control; he was weak to anger and anger made him stupid. Fernlick nearly rose to meet her once again. He could not be the one to stop the battle, he could not throw off the blood lust. The whole time he had not noticed the blood surrounding a small gash on his left foreleg or his torn cheek. With a almost reluctant bellow he lunged forward.
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[Gryffin]

Adrenaline pumped through thebodice of the tri hued varg. Her emerald orbs flashing with dangerous poison. Her back legs lashed tryignto lacerate the male's body as she snarled. She could feel it now, canines pierced in her neck as she was being shaken. Releasing her pain through a malicious snarl, her bloodlust only grew as fury flared. Her jaws opened catching the male's cheek as she continued to kick at the male, tryign to remove him from her. But suddenly the male jumped back and Gryffin's head slumped to the ground. Sides heaving she jumped up onto her feet.

Her neck lowered as she snarled, her muzzle covered in wolven blood. Blood of her opponent aswell as her own. Gryffin snarled, her neck hackles spiked as she hissed. She was sizing up her opponent again, the male still smaller as she took a side step, her eyes never moving away from the male. It was hard to recognize that now blood stained wolf that he was her blood kin.

The emmisarry snarling now rose to her full height and with a kick of her back legs she leapt at the male, Jaws fully wide as she aimed her lunge at the male's throat. A tail length away Gryffin was reoccupied and the male easily dodged her attack.The she wolf then spun her head around, her eyes wide as she landed on her feet, her attack momentarily forgotten. Her heart pounding she looked at the male, whose eyes were full of bloodlust. He had spoken her name.

Gryffin snarled confused for the moment, but she was not ready to be thrown off guard. Fury still raged in her heart and when she saw the males muscles twitching she readied herself and leapt, her eyes catching the males as he too lunged toward her. The bleeding wound on her neck forgotten as she worked her way towards him, her larger size this time helping her as she grasped theside of the males neck with her jaws,and shook it side to side, her lips twitched as she snarled, "who are you stranger, and how do you know my name!" she hissed, anger and frustration's lulling her on. The scent of blood intoxicating her now, blinding her senses that indeed the varg before her was Fernlick

(I don't mind the g-moding, hope you don't mind mine, but i guessed it was the easiest way to make Fernlick stay and listen )

[Fernlick]

[glow=red,2,300]//Gahh! My first post got deleted! So sorry about this one.//

The wolves clashed, razor sharp incisors flashing vindictively. Bellowing snarls filled the forest. Fernlick was slashing at the femur wildly, barely knowing her own berate of attacks. His mind had become a single channel focusing on one thing: the destruction of his sister. He lunged into the air with a roar to try and escape the furious blows from her paws. Next moment he was being forced back to the ground as she clawed about his head. In a desperate attempt to rip out her throat he snapped at the loose fold of skin around her neck, but too late. Gryffin’s canines fell upon his ruff and sunk in with blood thirsty intentions. With a cry of pain and unwavering anger he tried to wrench himself out of her steel grip, but she held tight. Furiously, Fernlick tried to get in a position so that he could tear a chunk out of her flesh. Nimbly she jumped sideways out of reach from his gnashing jaws but still managed to stay latched onto him. “It’s me,” was all he could snarl, his pink oculars flashing as he lunged for her once again. [/glow]

[Gryffin]

(didnt see this! SRRY!)

The shape of the tri hued femme lurched forward, jaws glistening with a lust for the kill. Saliva drippign from her hanging tongue as a deep snarl emitted. Emerald orbs full with fury and malice as she prepared for the killing bite, just nearly escaping death herself. It was somewhat of an even match. The male thoguh smaller in size was much stronger then Gryffin. But Gryffin the weaker of the two, was also the faster of the two.

The femme flashed her incizors met with flesh, she grew excited, adreneline pumping through her viens as she dug her fangs into her own brother. but the male was stronger as she lost some of the grip she had on the he varg. But along with putting most of her attention on her grip, Gryffin was only just able to dodge the male's jaws, though his canines sent a gash along the side of her neck.

Gryffin sent out a snarl, aided by a howl of fury as her auds perked forward to hear the ebon male snarl. Its me. Gryffin growled, what in Wolfbanes name was he talking about? The tri hued femme was goign to have none of it, instead she readied herself, her muscles tensing, ready to fulfill the deathly blow. But her gaze met the ebony males. The pink stare full of bloodlust and fury. But those pink oculers. There was no other wolf with such a blazing hue. The only other varg she knew was already dead. With a snarl Gryffin pushed the wolf away from her, unlockign her grip from his neck, hoping that her thrust would send him away from her.

Gryffin panted, her chest heaving as her hackles prickled, her lips twitched as she still stared at the wolf. The last time she remembered seeing this wolf was when he was just an adolscent. Not this large handsome beast. The three toned femme snarled. "State your name wolf!" she barked, still panting, her emerald orbs glaring

[Fernlick]

[glow=red,2,300]Scents, dim memories, blurred images flashed through his mind as he rolled onto his feet. The time of his cubhood was flashing by his thoughts, and his nostrils were filled with the tingle of blood, of the crackling pine trees, and of his last sister. Altogether that was his last connection with the past, but even though he knew this in his mind, his instincts were in a turmoil that resurfaced with hate, fury, and the simple longing to tear. He backed away from Gryffin, his hackles arched along his obsidian back and his eyes nearly blinded with suppressed rage. From his chest and through his long muzzle came the rumbling thunder of a growl. Instinct was already leading Fernlick towards another attack on the she-wolf and calling on him to strike Gryffin and puncture his canine’s right into her jugular. He had been born with a weak mind, low resistance, and misty intelligence. Here, however, in the mountains he had trodden on with miniscule paws and where he had romped with his littermates beneath the pine strewn sky a small beam of strength seemed to contain him, and Fern clung onto it so that he would not be the destruction of his old pack mate.

Sister and brother faced each other maliciously and as they challenged one another with their eyes- pink and green- he wondered briefly why he cared if she was murdered. The creature before him was nothing, she was only an enemy. What did love really mean when his blood was pounding to the beat of violence and his eyes were rolling from the desire to break her skin again and let the crimson waterfall flow? No. It was than that he thought of Mantic and her stern, proud face. She went on about love being strong, about the Lera being weak and foolish. He didn’t understand it, but he clung to that, and through his deafening snarl he managed to say the words, though it was as if he had forgotten how to communicate anything but his birth right to fury. “Fffffernlick.” Came his voice, long and gravelly, lost deep in a chasm of hate.
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[Gryffin]

[posting tomorow!]

[Arias]

((Emmm...should I jsut leave this thread and leave you two to get things done or do you want me to make an entrance at some point? I was unsure at the start whether this was a private thread or not...))

[Gryffin]

(Arias uhmm you can join in later then? Cause I'm not sure how you'd be able to jump in any time soon, you migh get like uhmm killed by your own uncle heh)

An eruption of heated fury flowed freely from the tri hued fae's throat. Emerald orbs flashing with determination and challenging the male before her. Her hackles prickled and muscles tensed wanting to lunge and destroy her opponent. Saliva dripped from her inscizors as she arched her back.

Gryffin growled, who was this male who thought he could come into Listern lands so freely without the pain of death? Gryffin advanced ready to take another lunge at the male, even if he delcared his name or not. The tri hued emissarry lunged, her set of teeth leading her to the male's jugular but before she could get any closer, her talons dug into he terrain, a strogn snarl filled the mountain air. What in Wolfbane's name did the obsidian varg say? Gryffin panted her sides heaving as she stood there, in a defensive stance, her emerald optics searchign the male's face for some kind of recognition. And there she knew it! She knew those optics, those pink optics were something to be connected with. Gryffin's observation was correct then. Unless the male was lying! Yes. Her intentions of killing must be continued. The male was lying! But those eyes. those eyes resembled dear odl Shatocwnn. How she ignore those eyes?

Gryffin padded one step forward, a snarl emmitting from her throat as she spoke. "Fernlick?" she growled thoguh gryffin did not back down, fury was in her heart and bloodlust was with her intentions. "Brother?" she wandered on. Taking yet another step closer. Her hackles shook unknowing what she should do. All instinct told her to go, go and finish what had started, kill the beast and let his carcass lay across the List borders for all intruders to see. Yet something told her to yeild and embrace what Wolfbane handed to the balkar bloodline.

Gryffin snarled unmoving now, though her throat vibrated with low rumbles. "I cannot believe it. Fernlick? Son of Leohlick and Shatocwnn? Standing here in his birthlands?" Gryffin eyed him. Yet watching meant staring into that pink abyss. And rememebring the days of puppyhood where the two had romped together along with their siblings Jade and Baleful.
But Fernlick was her dearest sibling. She looked up to the ebon male and was saddened when he lad left the List to join ranks with the balkar. It was those days that Gryffin wanted to join the Night Hunters as well.

She stepped forward, her facade of anger and fury was beginning to fall and her bloodlust was slowly fading. Memories and love for her brother chased away her cruel intentions. Lips moved as the Listern varg began to speak once more. "Brother, if it truly is you, then... where have you gone? Been?" Her facial muscles relaxed yet her hackles stayed bristling, not knowing what potential the male had. If it really was Fernlick, would he continue the assault on his blood sister?

[Fernlick]

[glow=red,2,300]A feeling of elation was erupting in the pit of his stomach as he faced Gryffin and the angry unbelieving emotions that showed themselves in her bared teeth and bristling hackles. Fernlick’s obsidian tassel was now waving stiffly above his proud head and his eyes were filled with a look of fierce joy. “Yes, I was born beside the Crimson Pool, I was raised among the conifers, and the mountains herald my birth pack.” He thundered, feeling the power everything surrounding him gave him, Gryffin especially. He let out a bark of laughter and took a step forward, hackles bristling. “Yes, I am the offspring of Shatocwnn and Leohlic, and so are you.” He nearly flung himself forward, but he was held by instinct; Fern was not sure whether to lunge for the throat or lash out in play.

“I abandoned the Balkar-I didn’t mean too,” he added, suddenly glaring as if daring her to mock him. “I was traveling up this range but farther to the east of List’s boundaries. At first I meant to stop somewhere among the foothills, but the peaks kept sloping upwards and I-I just kept going. I’d gone very far among the crags and crevices before I realized that when I had a clear view of the sky the horizon met it in every direction. But I wandered on until I came to think it would never end. I thought that maybe that was all that was beyond: mountains. They did end though, and by that time I had forgotten.”

Gazing at her emerald eyes and her strong, cunning face memories and emotions suddenly swamped him. With an excited yelp he bounded in one swift movement and pounced. There was a short struggle as she tried to rip at his flesh, but his surprise attack managed to bring her to the ground where they rolled and he forget about bloodlust in the simple feeling of happiness.

//Blabla, it's horrible. Sorry a bout that, and I don't think you'll mind the godmoding, but I'm checking anyway. *sarcastic thumbs up*[/glow]

[Gryffin]

[not allowed on...will post tonight!]