- Returning Home -

[Bristol]

The sun was setting. Fenris was beginning to retreat and hide behind mountains. As he retreated he cast spectacular colors into the darkening sky. Birds were ending their night songs and other creatures of the sky were beginning to retreat to their nests in the trees. Putnar and other lera were beginning to wander the shadowy forests. Herla of every kind was beginning to stop their activities and find safe nesting areas to take shelter for the night. Tor was advancing slowly into the heavens. She smiled down on the forests and sleeping lera. Small stars were beginning to show their breath-taking brilliance. Some vargs were about tonight. No clouds were left in the sky and it was warm for a spring night. Trees and grasses danced with wonder in an invisible warm breeze. Night was taking place and lera were beginning to settle down. It seemed like everything was cut off with the retreating gaze of Fenris.

In the night a pair of tri-colored blue orbs glowed knowingly in the darkening night. They showed intelligence, strength, survival, loss, the wild gleam of putnar was there too. The awkward eyes were different from one another. His right was a very pale blue. Flecks of golden brown resided in the safe blue passage. His left was not entirely different, but not like his other. It was a deep blue. Though his eyes were the color of a blind varg, he could see extremely well in the dark and day alike. His eyes could puncture the darkest cave or seek out the fattest herla. He was not blind in either of his eyes. From a distance you could see two gashes upon this varg's body. One deep scar ran from the middle of his side till his tail on his right flank. The wolf's left side hadn't entirely escaped without a scar for proof, though. A lighter scar ran from his paw toward his neck where it stopped on his left foreleg.

His ears twitched as he heard familiar sounds he yearned to hear over the cruel winter. The varg's muzzle quivered as he picked up scents he had long forgotten. He entered the packs territory. A strong odor of wolf stood out, as a warning to other vargs. Some of the wolf scents were new to him. Many of his former pack mates he had known weren't alive or fresh anymore. Shato's scent was gone. Lyft and Bila he couldn't pick up also. His mind was set straight on how it used to be. Nothing could make him think they were gone. New vargs residing in List made him anxious. He wasn't about to turn around but he didn't want to show up to face a surprise. The cool breeze ruffled his ebony fur. Slowly and confidently he raised his tail and lifted his head. He raised his head to the heavens and gave a silent thanks to Fenris for bringing him home. He had spent a time as a kerl. Every moment he had spent it worrying over his pack and everything. This varg had nearly gone insane with the passing of the harsh season and new life began again. While living the hard life and almost starving and dying, he had thought about everything. He remembered times when he was a pup. Every face and memories. A past long dead had arisen. The life had hardened him too. Made him fit for a life alone, made him fit for anything he would encounter. In that time haunting 'spirits' came to him. They talked to him and were his friends for a while. He was always on the move. Shuddering Bristol thought of something else as his steps brought him closer to his pack that he had yearned for over the winter season.

Bristol almost ran when he thought of what could have happened while in his absents. His eyes dropped and so did his ebony tail. Now he knew nothing would ever be truly the same as it was. His puppy hood was over and he was grown. Yet he knew life went on. Nothing could change that. A whine escaped him, which he stopped suddenly. There was no room for pain or sorrow now. There was List that was what counted now. The male wolf quickened his step and occupied himself with thinking over everything. Soon eagerness overtook his mournful mood and he was loping quickly through the brambles. A memories caught him, which made him bark for joy. His pups. Three. And his mate, Fiory. They were waiting and he was going to find them once again. They were alive and he was returning to them.
The inky varg was transformed to silver as Tor bathed him in her glory. She tossed a light blanket over the land so only the shadows were free from her gentle grasp. His paws moved like specter�s and he seemed to float on the air. His black ears were pasted to his skull and his tail once more was up. He looked like a specter, happy and free, as a true wild varg should be. He remembered now everything that happened and was glad he was once more returning to his homelands. Slowly he slowed till he was just standing. Bristol stopped on a rise. A hill that looked over the pack boundaries. His heart almost stopped as he looked over the familiar terrain. Everything was as he had expected it. Except the pack. Panting he looked it over, searching for one member of the pack.

His coal maw lifted. Shutting his eyes he opened his mouth and called for what he was worth. He was home! HE called for Tratto's Blessing, and then announced he was back. Stopping he listened as his call echoed softly around the pack's boundaries. Bristol looked down; anxious to see any of his pack mates come and greet him. He had been away long and was glad to be back. His call rose to Tor and seemed to travel on forever. Proudly he raised his tail and his head. Everything he wanted and needed was here. His heart was soaring with the true eagle. The varg's tail was wagging and rejoicing as he waited for anyone...

(Sorry its so long... Anyway, I'm back!)

[Gryffin]

The great glow of Fenris rose high in the sky. Its shimerring light filtering and disposing throughout the land brightening and warming up every corner and shelf of the valley as it made its way up into the sky. In a great arc the great god climbed and as it reached its highest zenith it began to slide down underneath the horizon again as if it was chased out by the incomign stars and the great goddess Tor.

In the valley of Translavania beside the deep pockets of the Carpathian mountains the sun was just about finished sinking below the earth. Already bright in the sky was the bright blue moon as it shone its pale light, luminating the valley below it.
The spring air was everwhere now, peaceful as the atmosphere was filled with signing birds and chattering lera that rejoiced in this wodnering season. The season, as some call it, of the new.

Inbetween the rows of trees and the shaded shadows a stealthy stalker trekked. Paws sweepign the earth gently as its pads slid across the forest floor as silent as the moonlight.
It reappeared under the blue light but then dissappeared again as it surrened to the drkness and hid itself. After what seemed like a game of hide and seek the lera shown itself under the bright light. It was a young putnar, its ears erect and twitching with excitement. It was a varg. Itstail swishing to and fro as it dipped its muzzle to the ground and scented the many perfumes that lingered about, here and there. There upon the muddy ground the varg spotted clear and vivid deer slots, ones that belonged to the stags. Clearly these stagshd been in a deep battle fighting over dominance and the right to have its bloodline irthed in the next generation.

The wolf soon lost interest for the scent of the deer was hardly appetizing compared to real herla flesh. THe varg padded on. It was a tri coloured femme. Its belly a ivory white while the rest of its body was a hazel brown and its back held black bristled painted over it liek a veil. THe varg turned, its emerald eyes aglow with curiosity. At once though the she wolf lifted her head up in attention as she heard the distant howling of a 'stranger'. The now emmissary growled, hackles bristling though she had hardly expected a visitor at this hour. Nonethe less the varg took speed in its heels and raced through the forest of List.

Gryfin stopped as she neared the border. Tail flickering high as she lifted her head up, her eyes focusing towards the edges of List. The owl of tratto's blessing rung in her eardrums as she neared yet to the clearing. She paused, emerald hues focusing now on an ebony figure. A large male stood its eyes glistening different hues of blue. Gryffin cocked her head. Her mind snarled at her saying "Stranger!" but something else said "Famiy" it was her heart. She growled though unsure. Her wet ebon nares lifted to the air and scented catchign the new vargs scent. It was familiar though. Gryff tilted her head squinting her eyes. She tried to think back, back to , Gryffin sighed, when her mother was still here and Bila, and Lyft.

There! she saw it, a great ebon he varg standing by a den. Gryffin frowned. What was this memory? But then it hit her like a rock. Fiory's whelping den. Gryffin gasped, her eyes widening. But it couldnt be. THough Gryff was just a pup then, but she remembered this varg. Bristol. But no. She swung her head upto the skies, the stars. Bristol was gone wasnt he? He was there now with the gods. Gryffin grew rather confused. Perhaps there was some way, some miracle. Some fair explination that could resolve her confusion. Gryffin looked upto Tor. "If that be Bristol, then I bless you Tor and Fenris" Gryffin spoek softly and hardly audible.

The tri coloured femmora stepped out into clear view of the ebony varg her eyes pinned onto him. "B-b-bristol?" Gryffin spoke asshe padded slwoly but closer towards him. She saw him his scent, and it was as if she was back when she was a pup again. She didnt care ow, if this is not bristol then let her show it in her mistakes afterward. Gryffin barked and threw her muzzle up into a howl before bounding towards the large male, "Bristol!"

[Fiory]

[glow=purple,9,000]Winds whistled to and fro in the night's beginning glow, gentle caressing the face of the List territory. Through the dense woodland home where wolves lived throughout their years sat the boulder where meetings were held with these sofisticated creatures. It was the meeting stone, the boulder that sat like a podium for the Drappa of List, pointing up toward the sky in what seemed to be a suspended howl all it's own. For now however, it was being used as a perch where Fiory lay in comfort and in harmony with the night time winds.

As stars began to twinkle above her in the heavens, stories reached back from her childhood and rekindled a long dead fire. A soft smile streatched upon the ebony she-vargs face as she remembered her utter most favorite story. One her mother had told her ages ago before she died. The story, of the fasted varg in the world, who ran clear up a mountain so fast, she was lifted into Tor's nightly sky. Some day, she would tell the tale to her offspring and hope after she herself were long gone, that they would continue to tell it to theirs. Amber ears flicked lightly as soft yellow gold hues glistened with the brightening of starlight. Staring up at the heavens, calmed the lone Drappa. It was almost as if she was looking up into the face of her dead mate at times, and she felt she could see him there too.

But not this night. For some reason or another, Fiory could not find Bristol's face in the heaven's. She usually could see a constalation quite easily on clear nights like this, but now it seemed that her eyes were no working correctly. Perplexed, the ebony she wolf tilted her head in thought. Before a word could be uttered in her own confused voice, the howl reached forth and rushed over the forests like a wave from the ocean. Fiory's ears shot foreward and her head rose up high. She knew that voice. It was faint, and it was far off, but she knew that voice. It had been so long since it's notes had reached her ears in the physical word so it took the ebony she-wolf by surprise.

Slowly, Fiory stood upward, her body still a streamline from her yester years, and her form still beautiful in every which way for the care she took in it. Her ears flicked in longing, pinpointing the howl's origin before she leapt off the stone at a sprint toward it. Branches raked her back and nettles scraped her sides but it was as if the female could not feel their touch. Her paws became a blur and the world around her fell into nothing but color streaming past. Agile stilts carried the femora to the ends of her territory, her heart racing and her maw open. She could hear the yips of her neice Gryffin, the lead Emissary of List and Beta to Fiory. They were of excitement, of joy, of happiness. Moments later, her paws skid to a stop, standing before the edge of her packlands, watching as Gryffin bounded toward the large black male just beyond.

"It can't be." The words trembled forth out of her maw, her lower lip shaking gently as her quivering limbs carried her foreward at a slow walk. Golden optics looked straight and true, staring down the large ebon male, and gazing at his off color hues. Golden flecks glistened out as Tor emerged from a passing cloud, shining her light upon the dark figure and outlining his features. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be, and yet here he was. Standing before her like he had never been gone, was the varg that Fiory had given her heart to: Bristol.

"Bristol?" She asked softly, her voice gentle and caressing like it always had been. But Fiory did not need for him to confirm or deny it. She could tell by his face. She could tell by his stature, she could tell by his eyes. Tears welled in her own, as they spied upon the scars littering her mate's body and without warning the fae leapt foreward, crystaline tears streaming down her cheeks of raven black, her muzzle thrusting it'self within Bristol's thick warm fur. His smell was unmistakable, as it released the sensational memories of before when they had been younger, when Bristol had been 'alive'.

"It's like your back from the dead! Praise Tor Praise Tor you've returned by beloved" The femora sobbed lightly, a smile on her face as her tail wagged behind her, smacking her own flanks in her excitement and surprise. No wonder she could not see her mate's face in the heaven's. For he was not there, but here beside her.[/glow]

[Sudak]

Sudak had been stalking the boundaries as was now part of his nightly routine. He had been ready to turn back to the dens when among the unusually calm winds of the night he heard a distant call. It seemed faintly farmiliar from his puppyhood. He wasn't positive who it could be but he thought it was a figment of his imagination. It seemed so far off that it couldn't be real. As Sudak turned to return to the dens once again something seemed to be tugging at him. To stay out just a bit later this night and to continue on around the List boundaries. Fighting all instinct he decided to continue stalking through the night.

He quickened his pace now and was in a slow trot when he hear small yips that seemed to from Gryff, then he heard her and his Drappa cry out, "Bristol!" Sudak slid to a stop before he was in sight. Bristol, could he really be returned. The pack had practically given up on a search for him, and Sudak did not think it possible for him to be alive after such a long time. Sudak started a fast run now darting through the low lying brush ripping at his ivory pelt. He burst through the trees to find Fiory muzzle first in the black varg's pelt.

Sudak let out a joyous howl so the whole pack would hear and join in the celebration. The return of the Dragga had come. He slowly trotted up to were Gryff stood and stared in awe. The scars on Bristol's side seemed deep and painful. Sudak clinched a little at the sight of them. Finally Sudak spoke trying not to interupt the Dragga and Drappa's reunion.

"Welcome back sir, it is a miracle you have returned. Thank Fenris you are safe."

With this Sudak lowered to his front paws in a proud bow. Proud to be a member of the family of the List pack, reunited once again.

[Bristol]

The sun had all but disappeared completely from view. The last rays of light were vanishing under the watchful eye of Tor. Her light was like a second sun. The land was bathed in shining silver glory. Lera everywhere were settling down for a comfortable long slumber.

In the darkness, two blue orbs shined in the night. After Bristol heard his call faint away and none return his song, his heart dropped and his eyes lost their happy shine. 'I might not be wanted back.' the ebony varg thought as he looked in vain for another wolf approaching. Suddenly another howl rose. It was clear and young. But from somewhere, Bristol remembered the voice. The varg rushed through his thoughts, back to when he was in the pack. His coal tail rose as he recalled the same voice from before. The male wolf's heart soared again with the flying putnar and a smile grew on his maw. Whether or not Gryffin would recognize him or try and run him off, he didn't know. At least one varg heard his voice carried on the faint breeze. His pelt rippled as he shook with happiness. He heard sure steps on the earthen floor. Soft steps slowly got louder to his sensitive ears, the other varg was advancing swiftly. "To them, I'm dead..." Bristol considered how it would feel to the whole pack if he 'came back from the dead.' Slowly he turned his blue orbs to Gryffin. She was older, more like her mother, Bristol thought, but his memories of Shato pained him and were faint, as was the picture of young Gryffin, he might be wrong. The light of Tor seemed to brighten among the wolves, little did Bristol know another fae heard his call.

The varg's smiled widened as he heard his name. It had been long since he had heard his name, or another varg's voice. Now his black tail was wagging, his whole body seemed to be swaying with his happiness. But Gryffin seemed unsure, 'I would be to.' he thought happily.
He smiled as Gryffin ran toward him. Whining he jumped toward Gryffin too, excited to see at least one familiar face. As Gryffin called his name again he smiled and whined a little. "Gryffin..." He said, glad to speak to any varg that would hear, or just to say her name again.
But steps were getting closer. Another varg was approaching. His dark ears turned to catch the steps stop. Suddenly he stopped. He no longer wagged his tail nor barked now. The voice was familiar, fresh in his mind again. Turning he saw the wolf he had wished to see often during the winter months. His own eyes filled with love as he gazed upon his mate. He worried though, that seeing her and Gryffin and familiar sites was just a dream he was having in the snow cave he had dwelt in for so long. Again his tail took up its untiring wagging as he watched Fiory. Softly he shook his head upon his name, glad he was not forgotten or anything of the sort. Fiory was as he had remembered her, but with a new purpose and responsibility Bristol dared not question at the moment. His own excitement was growing and it seemed as if his happiness would burst forth. As Fiory leapt forward he dashed to meet her. No, this was real. Her scent surrounded him and the List life engulfed him again. Bristol licked Fiory, happy that once again they were reunited, forever.
"I know... Fiory." Bristol yipped softly glad he was finally back.
Yet another varg was approaching, on swift paws. The ebony male didn't hear him nor scent him till he had come upon them. Turning he looked upon the Arctic varg. He remembered how Sudak had come to be in this pack was grinned at the white male. As Sudak bowed he barked happily. "Its a miracle that I have returned. By Fenris's shining light I came back to my home and my pack..." Bristol smiled. "Sudak, it is good to see you all again." addressing all of the vargs around him.

[Orion]

[glow=blue,2,300](ok, forgive any trouble with my discription... im still having trouble with Orion's markings.)

An ebon wolf padded soflty towards the sound that drifted through the purple halflight. His paws were huge, oversized really, like most cubs were, and his eyes stared out into the lenghthening shadows.

The howl had been unknown to him, not surpriseing really, the wolf whom had howled, Orion had never met. The young black wolf padded out, and watched his mother nuzzling this male. He felt a rage of protectiveness well up in his belly. He Stepped foward, until he realized something.

"Father?"
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[Bristol]

Bristol heard a voice carried to him on a breeze. A questioning voice. One he hadn't heard but the scent that drifted to him was familiar. In confusion he listened for any further sound then he turned his massive head. Blue orbs found the small pup. He seemed alarmed that Bristol was there. Orion looked like himself, yet he had never met this varg.

Bristol listened for any other sound. His golden flecked eyes were smiling down upon this puppy. Stepping toward Orion he smiled. Bristol looked to Fiory, he had never met this pup, nor any other of his pups. Smiling he looked back to Orion.

"Yes." He said confidently. In him memory he remembered Orion as a newborn, yet never witnessed his naming.

//Sorry I've been inactive. Sorry again that this is so short, running out of time...
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[Gryffin]

Gryffin yipped as she backed off of Bristol, giving him room. She nearly flipped with joy when she heard him speak her name. It was Bristol! She whined like a pup again, back then when she was still a youngster. Her tail wagged furiously as if it would fly off its root any second. She smiled but then she stopped as she heard a sound behind her. She turned to see dear Fiory pad towards them. Gryffin could not help but pull out a large smile. She knew how much her aunt loved the newly positioned Dragga.

Gryffin sat down on her haunches, a smile carving onto her lips. She looked to her right when she heard yet another pair of paws. To her joy it was the ivory he wolf Sudak.

With a bright yip she pranced over to him and nuzzled him lovingly, tail swishing left to right and right to left furiously. She nodded in agreement to Sudak's words but Gryffin barked, "Bristol, what happened!" she said a worried look glazing over her eyes. She whined. What had become of him when he was absent? What was the reason behind his mysterious dissapearence?"

Gryffin waited patiently to his reply as she saw Orion pad in. She chuckled. How he had resembled Bristol. He must be proud, Gryffin thought. She noted also how Orion had grown and soon into a fine wolf just like Bristol himself. She looked to the skies. LIst had trully been blessed that day.