Snow dance [open to all]

[Tarkah]

Streams of pale light flooded the canvas of sky. Clouds lightly streaked the planar making it almost a perfect winter's morning. The valley of Koran was seasoned with a fresh dusting of snow, though the clouds above begged for more to come.

The air was still and crisp, the mountainous are flooding lera's lungs with a fresh breath of live. Still the beauty of winter did not overcome the desire for spring to arrive. The winter seemed to drown all noises and the forests seemed dead, mute, a voice lost in the depths of a thick black sea. A crack sounded in the dead. Hidden eyes turned to view the maker of such sound. It came from a white wolf. A wolf in the last years of her prime. Still not old enough to be disintegrating from the inside. Her eyes shone bright sun golden yellow and her ears painted black from the tip to its base, her coat a fluffy white as virgin as the untouched snow.

Tarkah padded forward, blinking slowly. Her walk resembling that of a monarch, careful, subtle and royal. She held her head high and proud, like that of a buck, with a full set of antlers to show off. Her walk brought her to the packs kill. It would last them a week.

Koran had always been lucky for they lived in the depths of the valleys. A territory that was blocked away from the harshest storms by List's mountains and Gerad's forests. And so this resulted the lera to come seek hiding here from winter's grasp. More often then none Koran wolves were seen well off, or some even plump during wintering seasons.

Tarkah looked up, her eyes catching sight of two does. Their eyes filled with fright as she froze, tails up. They could tell the wolf before them was not hunting, but still they could never be safe. Tarkah gave a fruitful snort before turning her back to them and began walking again. Just then flakes of snow began to fall. The pieces large and elegant, as if elegant swans were showering a rain of feathers onto the land. As the snow fell, the sun broke free from the morning horizon illuminating everything round it. Tarkah took in the scenery and waked on. During this snow dance, everything looked almost magical...

[Tarmalo]

A bright blue sky hung over the lands of Koran. The clouds that usually drooped over the land during winter seemed to have mysteriously vanished to where Tarmalo knew not. Tarmalo tried to comprehend why exactly the sky looked so grand this day. Perhaps this is the calm before the storm or perhaps there was a storm and Tarmalo missed it somehow.

Tarmalo walked into the valley from out of the trees. The snow was so bright that it made the dark evergreen trees of the forest of Koran look black as night. Tarmalo had to blink his eyes because the snow was so much brighter in the open than in the trees. He stumbled forward trying gain his vision back when he tripped over his own paws and landed face first in the snow.

“So much for that,” mumbled Tarmalo as his face laid in the snow. For a moment Tarmalo just laid there with his head in the snow, staring at its white mass. then he slowly picked himself up and shook the extra snow from his pelt. His white tipped, faded black coat shone brilliantly in the light of the snow but unfortunately he could be spotted by an enemy from probably over a mile away. Luckily he was at home at Koran and had only had his pack mates to worry about. His brown eyes had finally adjusted to the bright light of the snow and the steel flaw in his outer iris twinkled like silver in the reflection of the snow.

“I hope no one saw that,” said Tarmalo as he looked around and like a magic answer to does darted from an area close to where he fell.
“Well thats just great,” mumbled Tarmalo. “Scare away all the food.” Tarmalo sighed and decided that theres nothing he could do about it now. He kept on walking, hearing the snows soft crunch under his paws.
“How am I supposed to be a good scout for my pack if I scare away the food,” said Tarmalo. “I need to learn how to be a little more careful.”
Tarmalo walked on while keeping his head down until he heard another sound that roused his attention. He looked up to see another further ahead of him. Tarmalo stopped and contemplated as to who this was, he was still new to the pack but he would soon learn everyones face. Whoever this was looked like an upper echelon member of the pack.

Slowly Tarmalo lowered his black head and trotted up to the wolf. The crunching of the snow beneath him seemed to echo like a gunshot, disrupting all silence. He could feel each twinge of each muscle pulling and pushing to get his body to where he wanted it to be. Finally he was by his target, the one who seemed like such an interesting spectacle. She seemed to pay no heed to Tarmalo and she was staring off into the sky like Tarmalo did sometimes. Perhaps something was wrong? Then again everyone had their own story to tell, himself included.

Instead of intruding,Tarmalo sat down and looked to where the two deer ran off. Were they going back to their herd? If he should follow them, would he find their nesting grounds? Too late to find that out now. Maybe he should give his name so she at least knew who he was.

“The name's Tarmalo,” mumbled Tarmalo. His voice was so quiet that he could barely hear what he said himself. He lifted his head and looked up into the sky, it looked so bright and brilliant. How could the sky look like this, it almost seemed unnatural.

[Sabla]

She crouched down, green eyes bright and alert towards her goal. Her tail waved behind her as proudly as any flag. But her eyes were focused, her body was tensed, focused, and she pawed slightly at the snow-covered ground. Even her tongue stuck out slightly as she readied herself.

Then with a lounge that could take down a deer, possibly even a small moose, she leaped into the air, paws uncurling and claws extending. Her ears were perked forward, her muscles tense, she was a lethal predator on the loose with gravity on her side.

Sabla tumbled into the snowdrift with a shriek of laughter, bounding about like a cub's first winter. Oh how she loved the snow! With another laugh, she dove down into it, emerging covered with snow. She spat out the powder, laughing with glee, and jumped up and out of the pile.

She went to dive back into it, but her footing slipped on a patch of ice and she fell down and skidded down a slope. Before she knew it, she was between two varg.

Sabla scrambled to her feet, surprised entirely of her clumsiness. "W-why hello." she stuttered, realizing that one of the vargs was indeed Tarkah. Tarkah! Almost compared to the queen! No, not the queen as in, Koran's queen. That would be Phantom. No, Tarkah was like the queen over all of Transylvania. And here she was!

Filled with surprise, she hardly noticed that Tarmalo was right beside her. Sabla's heart raced. Tarmalo! Her heart beat for him, she felt emotions for him like she'd never felt before. Her tail wagged.

[Tarkah]

[aww Sabla's such a darling!]

The light flurries of snow landed delicately upon the Drappa's pelt, the snow white ice, melting into the white fur, as if the snow had became the pelt itself. The sun breaking through the clouds had only added warmth and yellow to the femme's pelt.

She admired the snow a little longer before the soft steps and light crunching of snow underneath pads caught her attention. Her eyes did not move fro mthe sky, yet her black ears twitched in acknowledgment of the arrival. She blinked slowly lowering her head before turning. Sun-kissed eyes opened to view an ebon tinted he-wolf.

Tarkah's lips lifted in a gentle smile. His words were soft, almost a whisper, she could read his lips perfectly. "Tarmalo..." she repeated, trying to trace through her memory. "You must be one of the scouts?" she inquired as she watched the squatting male look at the sky himself. At this she smiled, resuming her view toward the bright skies, unnatural that such a bright spectacle could produce such large snow petals. "Quite beautiful huh? It's a wonder how so many of us overlook the wondrous things that the world has to offer". Her voice was soft, almost whimsical before she gave a whisper of a chuckle.

The drappa tilted her head ears prickling as she heard the sliding of body on snow. Eyes blinked as she saw a body hurtling toward them, down the incline that met at the ridge they stood. Tarkah stepped away as the body skidded to a stop between her and Tarmalo. Tarkah looked down, concerned about the varg's well being. "Why hello there nice of you to drop in" Tarkah chuckled heartfully when it was clear the she varg was okay. Golden eyes studied her for a few more seconds, "Ah, you must be Sable" she concluded, "I've heard many a good things about you" she smiled warmly toward the bright coloured she varg.
She looked utterly shocked, not knowing entirely why she had thought it to be because of her slip and sliding. Like a mother would their child, Tarkah padded a step closer, planting a small lick on the top of the femme's forehead. "I do hope you're okay, what happened m'dear?.

[Tarmalo]

Whispers of a spring breeze blew through the trees of Koran, jingling the leaves like small green bells. The sky overhead was crisp and perfect, like something out of a dream. Tarkah's reply came as a shock to Tarmalo. A shock that someone he didn't know, knew him.
“Y-yes, thats r-right, I'm a scout for Koran ma'am,” said Tarmalo softly. Then her second half of her reply caught up with him. The sky looked beautiful indeed, but sometimes it scared Tarmalo. He often wondered if the sky would look the same the next day, like the deep breath of calm before a storm.
“Yeah,” replied Tarmalo. “Sometimes I like to lay in the grass and just stare at the sky. Its neat to just sit and watch everything you know? Just sit and take it all in.”

Tarmalo looked down at the crisp snow beneath him. He wished the snow could turn into grass so he could cuddle in its depths and be warmed by the suns light above him. He looked around himself for a second and he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. His ears swiveled around to catch the sound, the sound of rushing snow. As Tarmalo turned around, an auburn colored wolf slid right between Takah and Tarmalo, it was Sabla.
“Sabla,” cried Tarmalo. He wasn't expecting to see her, at least not at the moment. Tarmalo leaped down to her side and touched noses with her and rubbed his fur with hers in a sort of informal greeting.
“Your here,” exclaimed. “How wonderful.” For a second Tarmalo sort of forgot about Tarkah, focusing all of his attention on Sabla.

Tarkah's voice reminded Tarmalo of her presence. Tarmalo stepped back and chuckled at Sabla.
“You alright Sabla,” inquired Tarmalo. “Or maybe your knack for dramatic entrances got the better of you.”
Tarkah's gentle voice reinforced Tarmalo's empathy for Sabla and her potential injuries. He was surprised he could ever meet someone who was this kind to others, it felt as if she was everyones mother and cared for all she met.

Tarmalo looked up and away from Sabla and Tarkah, looking off into the trees. He always loved being inside the forests, being near trees always seemed to soothe him, somehow the trees seemed to embrace him no matter how he felt. Sabla came to mind at that thought. He turned around and looked at Sabla only to find her warm smile, the one she always wore. Tarmalo turned his attention up to Tarkah, her warm eyes monitoring Sabla and watching the world around her at the same time. He felt small in front of her.

[Sabla]

//Aww... Thankies! Oh, and I love your season pictures on the home page, it's so adorable!//

"I do hope you're okay, what happened m'dear?"

"Oh, you know..." Sabla said, "Just hunting..." she cleared her throat, "snowpiles." she mumbled softly. Then she looked up, seeing them both smiling warmly at her. She grinned wide, glad her self-esteem wasn't crushed in embarrasment. This spurred her on.

"Yeah, I love to jump in the snowdrifts, it's just sometimes I lose my focus...Or my footing." she laughed, "But don't worry, I'm fine." Sabla wagged her tail happily, glad to feel concerned for by Tarkah.

She was such a caring, loving varg, that Tarkah. Just a mother to all, worrying and watching out for everyone. Her heart brimmed with love and poured out, affecting all those near. Sabla could feel her radiance even as she stood there, could feel her own sense of pride welling up. It made her want to smile as bright as the sun and laugh as big as the moon. It made her want to blow into a dandelion and trill happily like a bird as the seeds tickled her nose. It made her want to run merrily like the pup she wasn't.

And this sense of happiness was increased by the fact that Tarmalo was also here. For her heart pounded for him, with him. She wanted to prance about in a meadow of flowers with him, laughing as a flower got caught in his coat. She wanted to sing to the moon and run with the wind, all by his side, being thrilled by his toothy grin. Sabla was twitterpated.

Snapping out of her daze once she remembered others were still there, she said, "So, how are you guys? What are you doing?"

[Tarkah]

For the record my 2000th post was done up ... now! hurraay

The spring breeze swept lightly, making the world around them bright and airy. It ruffled the sprouts of grass barely visible, it rattled the bare skeletons of tree tops, and whispering through the winter coat of the three koran vargs.

Tarkah laughed nodding to Tarmalo. "I agree, it is nice to just sit and never have to think about the worries that may burden us" She spoke wholeheartedly. "aah a scout. I had once been one, for Gerad" Tarkah whispered, her voice almost fading away with the wind. It had been a long while since she had thought back of her past, and it seemed distant, almost like a story that had been told to her. But Gerad had long disseappeared from her heart, ever since Draeg had took over the pack, chasing her son Bryrpaw away from the lands.

Sabla had been her savior for that moment, pulling Tarkah away from the heartbroken pangs of the past. So she could look forward to the present. Golden hues blinked with a smile. Glad that the she wolf was alright.

Tarkah let loose a tickled laugh, she remmeber how much joy the snowdrifts has given the white wolf as well. Though it seemed long since she had last given them a test run. "I'm afraid the snowdrifts aren't as kind to oldies such as I with weary bones" Tarkah smiled as she let her paws run through the slush, melting under the suns radiant rays.

Tarkah let her view meander to the skies once more, blissfully unaware of the heartstrings that were playing before her. A story of two hearts yearning for eachother. If she knew she would hear the narrator of the story, clearing his throat as they would turn the page of the storybook, the story of Sabla and Tarmalo. But for now Tarkah had no notion of the twitterpated.

"Just enjoying the spring breeze, that's all." Tarkah sighed softly, content as she prodded the snow with her right paw.

[not as great oh well lol]

[Tarmalo]

^{is trying to get back into the swing of things.}
The lingering winter wind swayed through Tarmalo’s fur lifting his spirits to the heavens above. Rolling blue sky gazing peacefully down upon the three wolves as they followed the story Fenris and Tor laid out for them, the story of the two young twiterpated wolves and the almost ancient wolf of Koran. Tarkah’s eyes glistened into the distance as she mentioned her past life in Ge-Rad almost like it pained her to talk about such past lives. Taramlo wasn’t quite sure what had happened but he felt a pang of guilt seeing her eyes reflect such sorrow.

Fortunately, Sabla had come in the nick of time to repair a potential uncomfortable silence that Tarmalo would have created. This warmed his heart, as he felt a certain kind of twitter whenever she entered his line of vision. Looking at her beautiful auburn fur shining in the sunlight and her golden eyes defiantly reflecting against the blue sky made him feel like a lucky wolf. Tarmalo smiled as Sabla tried to explain her cute clumsiness to Tarkah, however Tarmalo seemed to adore how comfortable she felt around everyone and how she was so open to everyone. He looked to Sabla then to Tarkah then back to Sabla then back and forth one more time, Tarmalo decided to just lie down in the snow and look the two of them.

“The breeze is indeed nice,” replied Tarmalo. He sighed as he stared into sky.