((wasn't exactly sure where this should go please move if needed.))
The birth of summer had come, and along with it the heat that was it's calling. The land seemed to wilt under the glare of Fenris. On this day an unusual visitor searched the parched ground, nose low seeking the border of the List pack. Her fur was the color of toasted chestnuts, a hint of autumn upon her shoulders, her mask resembling that of a sword hilt upon her muzzle and stop. Eyes like bright liquid sapphire lifted to the sky, watching a bird overhead. She was not here to hunt, nor was she here by mistake. NO, her steps had been deliberate, though she could have chosen any pack in Transylvania. She had chosen List after a short conversation with a local Kerl.
A rustle from behind startled her, as a doe, completely unaware of the canid stepped into her path. They froze starring at each other a moment. To the doe it felt like an eternity, looking into death's eyes. But the Burnt sienna fae did not move, this was not freeman's bounty, it belonged to List and she held to permission to share in it. Besides in order to gain that which she so desperately wanted it would be best to avoid any actions which would bring punishment. Suddenly the doe found her thoughts again and bounded off, confused that this putnar had not touched her.
The agouti fae strode forward, nose once again to the ground, ah, there. She lifted her head. The strong smell of urine marked the edge of their lands, the alpha's scent pungent and healthy. The heat of the day seeped into her now shedding coat. Puffs of down fell from her as she moved, though it did not mar her brassy appearance by much. It was still very obvious she was a half-ling. Another scent wafted to her on a slight breeze causing her to freeze, in a manor befitting the doe. Somewhere close by were humans. Their scent mingled with those of the forest. It was not man that frightened her, but the memories associated with them. She knew she had to announce her presence, but worried that if she howled would the humans hear her and cause the pack trouble?
She stood pondering, at home she would have done what was best for the team, so why should it be different here? Even if this pack was not hers, they still deserved peace and serenity. Nodding to her own decision she started forward, she would go a little deeper into the borders and then call them. That way she would not require such a loud summons. Daintily she lept over a fallen log and splashed through a boggy looking overspill. Finally stopping beneath the cool of the dense trees.
She sat and lowered her tail. Then with all due embarrassment she let forth a bark fit for a dog and deceivingly so, although she could howl very well indeed, the fae was set on keeping her presence to a very few, and those few would be the pack. The humans would assume it was just a dog's bark. The varg ...... well hopefully they asked questions before attacking.
She wondered silently how often a request like hers came along, for she was not her to join, nor was she seeking a mate. She was hear to hear a story, and she was told to seek out a storyteller, and that storytellers lived within the packs. She wanted to know about this Larka, and the human cub she protected. She wanted to know what it was that made the varg so fond of their gods and why the balkar were evil. And so this had been her plan, to learn these stories.
Shrill and high pitched melodies of a fleeting spring time noise, only a flutter of feathers away some high distance within the depths of a sicamore goliath. A twitter of clacking jowls a thousand breaths beyond scratched the living fluff of fur and claw, raking it's way up an adjoining tree. Rustling leaves newly beginning the annual ritual of diving from the sky to the hard terra below moved softly, serenely through bramble and clearing twirling and fumbling along lazily on passing breezes. A maple leftover, happened to skip it's way upon the ground, landing gently upon the graying muzzle of a dozing putnar, rousing the thing into the land of the living once more. A twitch of velveteen fur quivered the leaf momentarily, before a mighty sigh from twin nostrils sent the autumn colored peice of nature's fabric into the air, whirling about and on it's merry way again. So hard was it now a days, to take a simple nap in the summer time sun, without being disturbed by a passing early autumn leaf or perhaps an even more livelier being. Lids of the ebony fae slowly fluttered open, allowing of Fenris to lighten the golden optics beneath with shimmering color, starshine sprinkled within their depths. Sunshine hued auditories flicked, listening to the small sounds the forest made this fine day, while their owner awoke from her short slumber.
A bark? Vargs did not bark like the one that echoed cleanly across the atmosphere to the depths of those erect triangles. How curious; what did a dog believe itself to be, to think it could wander aimlessly within a wolves' territory and not expect to feel some reprimanding? Or perhaps, twas not a dog at all, but a timid soul who looked with a goal for something much more? If that were the case, then what pray tell would cause such a thing to behave so unwolf like? With curiousity perking her interest, the ebony femme stood on agile stilts, silver lining her spine, spotted like the stars above; a remaining scar of a winter's near tradgedy, and a constant reminder of the aging femmes lucky life. Silence clung easily to the varg's limbs, her breaths steady and serene, with easy fluidic motions through the thick bramble hardly allowing a branch to be disturbed nor a leaf to crimple beneath what little weight she held. The gait of the stargazer showed an elegant being, aged with time as most things become, but mysteriously regal in every sense of the word. There was no limp nor harsh pressure upon her paw steps, merely a breathing shadow moving amongst the forest floor.
"What a lovely day, tis a pity I nearly slept through the early parts of it. What fortune I must have for waking to enjoy the rest..." Her words were quiet, gentle, mostly speaking to herself rather then the squirrel chattering away on a branch, or the finch rustling his feathers in a newly remade nest. Triangular ears of gold moved once more, guiding the limber femme onward, until the scent of the owner of the peculiar call wafted within the nostrils of the wandering stargazer. Ah, a young femme it seemed, with the air of youth's timid nature about her, how quaint. A few moments passed, the nurse moved from the shadows to reveal her pitch self to the sienna female. Piercing golden eyes held within their sparkling pools a wealth of knowledge brought forth by experience and listening to the world around; it was clear, though this aging nurse appeared somewhat frail and nearing the end of her days, she was not about to show it but with grace, dignity, and that mysterious aura that had always been her eminent signiture. A grin spread across the thin muzzle she bore, a smile of friendship perhaps, or a sign of no ill aggressions. Either way, it was a silent signal to ease the younger female's mind.
"Ah, a young femme I have yet to meet...What brings you to the borders of List, for surely it seems you hold some purpose to your pressence here.." A few steps foreward were taken, the sunlight gently sending waves of gold through the ebony fur of the pureblooded she-varg. It was apparent by sight that she knew this sienna other was not completely wolven blood, though it did not bother the pack's nurse in the slightest. It was more an added notation, more then anything else. Observations, Listening, and Learning; the traits of the Stargazing Lorekeeper Fiory of List.
(Bleh, bit of a poor post..sorry dear, I'm a tad rusty, and it's near 1 in the morning...heh..)
~*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~
Sora was hiding from the summer sun in the cool shade the tall and skinny pine trees offered her. Her coat, which was thickening as she grew, trapped her in a hardy double layered blanket. She was uselessly trying to keep the heat at bay; her pink tongue was dangling toward the ground and she had dug up the cool dirt to try and comfort her heaving belly. It wasn’t just her coat that was changing, the cub, nearly an adolescent, had already reached the size of a large dog and had long ago outgrown her sister. Sora was lithe, but that too was a sketchy state of being, because the peaked, awkward appearance of her limbs and figure gave the impression of what was to be a powerful and large frame. Already her too-long-legs were sinewy and shaped; it was her upper body that was trying to rapidly develop so it would match her sturdy stilts. Her fur colorings were likely to change too once she reached maturity; but for the moment she had the hues of her mother, along with Gryffin’s emerald eyes.
Those emerald eyes were slits at the moment; Sora’s shrewd mind was hidden behind her closed eyelids, and her usually dominant position was abandoned. Her banner of a tail was collecting dust, her muscles were relaxing in their tissue, and her fierce head rested easily on her neck. Sora had shed the exterior the lesser wolves of List only ever saw. For once her back wasn’t up against the wall, solitary and bristled. She was letting the day progress, letting herself be left behind. Well, almost. As always her mind was in a whirr. But she herself was feeling dark and despondent like an abandoned den. Frustration and anger had come to her randomly, and they halted at a dead end. This was the Sora no one ever saw; her packmates were blind to this retiring side of her partly because she had never let them see it and partly because they never looked for it. At times like this restless questions tickled that couldn’t be itched.
“I need a purpose, I need a reason.” Sora couldn’t continue to live amongst so much incompetence, and she could not find the appeal in making List hers. She only manipulated and controlled because of all the boundless opportunities, and because there was nothing else to do in the greatest mudhole of the mountains. The restless questions and aggravating venting went on and on, until she heard a yip. That yip reached her ears and in a fluid movement she was leaning semi crouched on the back of her paws, tail in a hunter’s position, ears alert, body tensed. It was a dog; a dog was meat to her. Without even thinking things through instinct had carried her in a definite direction into the forest.
Her surroundings zipped by her without being seen as she went to challenge the intruder, all thoughts abandoned. But once she saw Fiory with a cub her own age, a mutt, her fury and adrenaline flamed before it abruptly blew out. Fiory was a fool, but a wise one, and was one of the few wolves she actually respected, no matter how grudgingly. A glower in place of her usual sneer she stalked openly and carelessly towards the pair, dropping at the feet to rest her young head on her paws. The awkwardness of it all made her scowl deepen, and she let out a throaty command. “Tell me a story.”
The half-varg turned her gaze slowly to meet the stunning approach of a dark femme elder. Her movements reminiscent of an aged queen strolling through her kingdom’s court, giving the 2 year old agouti fae an impression of majesty. Her instinctant reaction was to lower her eyes and greet the elder as an alpha, for that is what she seemed to be. Her spirit soared as friendly words softened to her auds. Standing with respect the burnt autumn female approached the keeper of List. Even though her small size and husky markings gave her the appearance of a cub, she was no cowardly silkla, nor was she a pathetic human tainted plaything, she was weathered for her meager two years, dealt a darkened hand by fate. Forced to accept responsibility much sooner than the average lera. If not so she would not have stood before the ebony huntress. The young fae lifted her eyes to look just briefly into the shining golden orbs of the other. Then quickly averted them.
“My Lady you are most observant. I do indeed come to List with Purpose.” She paused to gain her thoughts. “I am a stranger seeking legends of old, my hopes are to speak with your …… story – keeper.” She dipped her head slightly “I am a unfit to the lands of Translavania, My homeland the frigid northern realm of Siberia.” She did not mention her quest for a varg father who dwelled within this common land. “My calling is Sitka, I haven’t much to offer in return, except, my skills or my assistance in any task as payment.”
She thought it might have been rude to ask if she before her was indeed the Drappa, so siding with caution she kept her answers short and true.
Sitka jerked startled by the sudden approach of a young fae. Holding back her instinct to bare white daggers at this new varg, her eyes widened in surprise as the first words from the other fae’s mouth were “”Tell Me A Story””. Sitka turned her attention back to the Dark elder. The very varg before her just might be the answer to her quest. Sapphire eyes turned once more to the young fae, watching as she rested her head upon her paws. A scowl had set itself upon the cub’s visage. Sitka wondered what could make one of such vibrancy so pessimistic. Sitka was no threat, she had made sure of that down to how she had summoned the pack members. It was sting to her own personality to resort to barking like a dog when it welcomes its master. The half-ling had taken measures not to touch that which was not hers, and to keep her appearance from upsetting the pack borders. Which was far more than could be said about a dog. But instead of reading any further into the facial expressions of the young fae, Sitka simply smiled warm and welcome. It would be a good thing to finally meet some varg who would not attack her on sight, even if friendships were scarce, perhaps just in meeting, Sitka could patch together an existence in these mountains.
Emerald orbs staring into the placid surface of the crimson lake Aiyu found her reflection looking back at her. These days it was hard for her to tell what was staring back at her. Doubt and self-pity plagued her mind more and more frequently, spreading like cancer throughout her being. Who was she? That seemed to be the question running through her mind these days. Despite her apprenticeship under Fiory it was hard for Aiyu not feel like there had been something more expected from her every time she left the approving eye of her mentor. She had devoted a passionate amount of her time to understanding Fiory’s lessons, taking to heart the stories of old, memorizing every detail on what it meant to be Stargazer like her aunt, contemplating her place among the varg of List, and yet it felt as though nothing she did was ever good enough for her parents. Aiyu’s mind kept returning to the pivotal moment in time in which her mother’s blatant disappointment in her had become so clear to her and she had begun to fear her parents. It nagged at her like incessant itch that refused to fade away, just what was expected of her?
Flopping down onto her stomach Aiyu sighed, tongue dangling limply from her maw in lieu of the summer sun which he begun to mercilessly bake her brow. Her adolescence nearly upon her body had already begun to change, growing and stretching to accommodate her delicate frame. Barely the size of a large dog she stood about a head shorter than her sister, wiry frame seeming awkwardly mismatched atop stout molded limbs. She was lithe, but at the same time her forms consistency constantly seemed to be in flux, constantly changing to match the predetermined hereditary design laid out for her by her parents genes. The passing moons had done little to diminish her resemblance to her father, the only flaw in Sudak’s ivory white pelt being a slight auburn taint passed down from her mother.
Eyes falling back onto her reflection Aiyu contemplated her role in List, just what did she contribute to the grand design of her pack? She lacked strength and determination to be a warrior and even the position as scout seemed being her reach. Had Fiory not decided to mentor her Aiyu was fairly certain her role in List, if any, would have proven highly abusive. Not that it wasn’t necessarily now, her isolation from the rest of her so called extended family had prevented her from becoming the outlet of any wanton stress or physical abuse her packmates might be suppressing as a result of their training. She had limited her interaction with the pack down to her lessons with Fiory, taking comfort in their periodic sessions with one another and finding security in the former drappa’s presence. At the moment however Fiory was resting, leaving Aiyu alone to her own devices which in turn caused her mind to wander. As much as she hated to admit it she was bored, without the routine process of her training to occupy her it was easy for her to become distracted and lose focus on what she was supposed to be doing. Her savior came in the form of a dim sound, and echo really, barely audible from where she lay. Head tilting she looked out into the direction of the border, ivory auds swiveling forward on her delicate crown. Curious she rose, lithe paws carrying her off swiftly in the direction of the forest.
She paid no mind to her surroundings, having memorized the scenery long ago, whipping through the accumulation of vegetation that lay swept out before her. In what seemed like little more then moments she slowed, eyes settling on the unsettling sight of Sora and Fiory conversing with an unfamiliar varg. It was rare for Sora to converse with anyone in List of her own accord much less an outsider, the threatening glower she carried told Aiyu that she wasn’t entirely happy with her current interaction. Dipping her head to the trio respectfully she came towards them without some much as a word. Wary of her present mood Aiyu maneuvered herself around her sister, coming up behind Fiory where she would be safe from Sora’s oncoming wrath.
Gryffin snarled, her canine ivories sunk onto a dried up bone from the herla meal they had gorged the day before . Gryffin had decided to bring this back as a sort of toy to chew on. The tri hued drappa tossed the bone up catching it swiftly after, auburn tassel giving a swish before throwing it up again. Thoguh this time the bone dropped swiftly to the ground. Gryffin's attention had wandered from the bone to an odd sound that had shrilled through the air just a moment ago. Ebon nasals wrinkled to scent the air but nothing could be detected, at least not yet.
The sound was a bark, Gryffin was sure, but it was too high pitched and choppy to be that of a wolf. The only link she could think of was of that to a dog. A dog wandering its way into List? A snarl mounted onto the Drappas lips. The last time dogs had came int olis twas when the humans from the village beside had wandered too close, and as a pup Gryffin had been captured. Luckily her mother had been there to resscue her. Within a blink the tri hued femme was dashing towards the sound of the bark. Her white mitts bringing her towards a clearing.
Gryffin snarled as she padded closer, her nose now scenting that of the stranger and familiar wolves. Gryffin paused she looekd up to see a halfbreed in the middle with Sora plopped not too far off and Fiory sitting in front of the hybrid.
Gryffin growled, though she was drappa the tri hued femme held respect for the stargazer and waited for the explanation of the hybrid. Least Gryffin was reassured if not a bit that the dog was not a hunting hound from the village. Gryffin listened before raising her brow at the hybrids strange request. Was this all a trick? Gryffin looked to Fiory. Though she wouldn't have dared, with half the pack of List her one would have been a fool to play a trick. "Here for a story?" Gryffin growled. Though Fiory was not objecting. With a growl she padded from behind Fiory towards the other side, stopping for a moment to give a respectful nod to Fiory and a gentle lick to the top of Aiyu's head. Tail high in the air she made her way around the hybrid, emerald eyes pinned on the form as she made her way to Sora. Headstrong and a handful was her daughter. Gryffin gave her a gentle nudge before sitting beside her. So what was this all about then she wondered, almost wishing this was over so she could leave.
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~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~
Sitka noted the arrival of another young femme. She appeared more timid than the other. Her pelt a beautiful white. Her movements suggested a more gentile nature, a delicate creature beneath the pelt of a varg. Sitka’s Sapphire gaze settled upon her for a moment taking in her movements. She seemed to be avoiding the other young femme. ~Currious~ Sitka thought to herself. But she shoed no outward signs of her thoughts.
Suddenly from beyond the long trunks of the list forest trees a figure approached, her presence commanding and strong. From her mannerisms she radiated the power of a drappa. Her tail held high and stately.The larger female circled her eyeing Sitka, judging the autumn hued femme with discerning optics. Sitka did not flinch, and then the drappa spoke, her question simple. Sitka bowed her head slightly, and answered her voice True.
“Yes I was told that this is where I would find what I seek. A tale of Legends past. That there is something in these tales I should learn, something I needed to hear.”
She watched as the female sat beside one of the younger varg. This she-varg was wary of her but why? A single hybrid could cause no threat and she did not seek to steal from them. She had made sure to keep her intrusion to a minimum and to disguise her voice from the humans so close by. He head tilted she waited a moment to see what the other would say. She did not wish to cause trouble.
