I Come, a Broken and Bruised Varg...

[Alkiera]

Head throbbing slightly, a lone she-Varg limps onto List Packlands. The problem was, she did not know she was within a pack boundries, so did not give the call of Larka/Tratto's Blessing as she entered their packlands.

Something was wrong with her, that could be determined easilly. But what? She gave no scent of sickness, and was definately NOT rabid. Of course, her eyes were an eerie bright orange, as bright as Zostar's flame. Her pelt was a deep black, but all of her paws were a deep maroon, though lightened by crusts of blood she refused to clean off. Despite her cold heart, her appearance was strikenly beautiful, slender and lean, and, in her better days, her pelt would have shine. But now the skin hung loosly around her, and the scar upon her head, though it had stopped bleeding, still oozed pus of infection.

Not only weak from hunger, she was weak from blood-loss. And as her legs buckled beneath her, she lets out a whine of despair. But the cool snow that now seeped into her mangy coat was welcoming as the snow cleaned the blood from her eyes. She could now see clearly, and the throbbing in her head paused a moment so she could collect herself, but then continued to a steady pulse, almost a rythm. It was a suprise that this unknown Varg survived for about a moon or so in this condition, catching small, slow Lera and eating the kill of other Vargs. She almost lived as a crow, not as a proud Putnar that she was built to be.

She growls as she struggles to rise, only to find that her back right leg, which was pure maroon instead of the other paws, kicked out lamely. Resting her head in the snow, she closes her orange orbs, to wait for...anything. This was how she lived life now, her back aching and occaisionaly lasps of paralyss, where her legs refused to move. It was normal, and she was used to it. Over time she would be able to move again and continue on her way...

((Don't worry, I'm not asking for acceptance... ))

[Sudak]

An ivory varg clearly of high stature had been moving slowly across the ridgelines that lay upon the List borders throughout the morning. As the sun began to dissappear behind the vast mountains in the distance Sudak took a final glance over his pack's land and borders from his perch. He was tired and was eager to get back to his mate and cubs, to be back at their side once again. As he was to turn back towards the heart of List territory Sudak's sharp eyes caught movement in valley below him. It could have very easily been of any kind of Lera but this did not move as noisely as most Lera, instead it remained silent like the swift footed Varg. With a growl and hackles raised Sudak dashed down the mountainside to intercept the intruder who so uninvitedly trespassed into List lands. As Beta Sudak had been in close contact with his Dragga and Drappa and he clearly understood there were to be no further Varg permitted in List. With food so scarce this time of year and the snow quickly settling into the valley no trespassers would be tolerated. It posed to great a threat to the very existence of the pack and now especially his newborn cubs.

As his bound down the mountainside came to an end the snow beneath his paws became deeper and the snow was crusted with what seemed to be a thin layer of ice. He made his way dashing over the top of the crusted layer with light paws till he came within view of the intruder. His assumptions had been correct as the ebon varg, now stetched out, lay before him easily noticable contrasted against the now orange glowing snow. The sun was now continuing it's last song of light across the landscape and as such the glow of the orb reflected as the orange light.

Laying or not this varg was trespassing and this was unacceptable. Sudak was quick to flank the varg and with a powerful bark and growl Sudak was over the stranger baring his fangs within inches of the fae's throat. With this Sudak growled,

"State your bussiness quickly fae, You're within the lands of List now and you will certainly not find much shelter here."

This aggression had most certainly always lingered in Sudak but had been brought out in full force as his cubs were now born and so frail in their first weeks. Sudak hovered above the intruder still baring his ivory fangs seeming to dare the fae to respond.

[Alkiera]

"I...I'm in packlands?" croaked the Varg, "List...never heard of such a name..." with her mind in an everlasting headache, she could not think straight. The usually quick-witted Varg with the poisonous tongue talked slowly as though it pained her to rasp out such words. She was young, but the head injury she so foolishly aquired caused her much pain that could make any Varg turn old over time.

"Bussiness? I never had any bussiness. I look for no shelter, for none would ever supply me with shelter. Thus I bother not.," the ebon female says casually. She rolls over to get herself away from the teeth that threaten her throat, trying to find her footing on the ground. Her leg grew unlame for a moment, and she could find her footing as she slowly makes an attempt to limp away, wanting nothing to do with a pack.

She never was in, nor by a pack before, being born a rogue and orphaned a rogue. She never complained nor tried to ask for any help, perhaps that is why she ended up in such rough shape as she was in, now. A painful shock of pain runs throughout her spine, and her back left leg at this moment, clamps up as she falls again. Thankfully, the snow on the ground so helpfully cushioned her fall, which would have hurt if there was not. Ever still, she licks at the frigid snow, and they melt into a cold drink that caused her to shiver out in both cold and pain.

Turning her head, Alkiera looks at Sundak with bold orange eyes, as orange as the setting sun. "As you see, I have no control on where I end up...and since I failed to leave, you can kill me if you so lust to taste blood of another." Her voice was placid, and rather bland as she spoke, as if to say, Let me be, I wish for nothing.

"Well? This is your pack. What do you wish to do to me?"

[Renn]

Arriving in time to hear Sudak's query and the strange faemme's answer, Renn padded forward to stand beside her Beta Mann. The faemme did not have much liking for the ivory Varg, for whenever the two happened to bump into each other, Sudak would always react to the circumstances with hostility, the first time he was attempting to drive away the young intruder, Kop, who had now befriended Renn, the second when Renn had forgotten herself and rushed into the Den where Sudak's Mate, Gryffin had whelped her three cubs, and now the third, where Sudak was interogating the black-and-maroon faemme, who's injuries were so blatant that she could pose no threat to List.

Speaking beyond her rank, Renn reached upward and whispered in Sudak's ear, "Look at her, Sudak, what threat does she pose to List?" Casting her eyes across the faemme's blood-tainted form, Renn almost flinched at the severe harsh treatment that reflected in her injuries. "She needs shelter, Sudak, List don't want to be known for turning away disabled Vargs."

[Sudak]

Sudak let the strange fae crawl from under his ivory, muscular form as his eyes followed her a few feet before she once again collapsed to the frozen terra. From the side of his eye Sudak caught the form of one of the newest varg to enter ranks of the List pack. He stood his ground and kept an eye on Renn as he trully did not know her ways as of yet. Sudak really wasn't one to not trust other varg but he was also not one to be caught off guard too often. Slowly Renn made her way next to him and whispered into his aud. With a short lived growl Sudak cast a glance to Renn to then return to the blood-stained fae. He padded to her side once more.

"I do not wish to kill, nor to taste for blood of another varg, but do not push your luck. You may not have known you were trespassing but the fact is you have."

There was a short lived pause as Sudak turned his head back towards Renn once again.

"... and Renn, do not question my judgement, you may be within List now but that can quickly change, trust me I would not like to do that and don't like doing what I'm about to do aswell."

With a growl once again and turning to the fallen fae Sudak bared his teeth and lowered his head towards the neck of the fae as if he were to rip her to shreads starting with her head. He clasped the scruff of her neck in his jaws and pulled her up rising her to her paws. Then he was quick to brase her back leg with his shoulder as she would not fall once again.

"List is currently not open to strangers.. I'm sorry... but Renn here has spent many a moon out in the forests beyond the List borders I'm sure... She can direct you towards shelter where you may take time to clean and recover from you clearly deep wounds."

He motioned for her to begin her tread clear of List territory. Sure to keep his senses attuned to any kind of deceit or attack Sudak glanced to Renn motioning her ahead of the two.

"One last word of hope for you fae... I know there to be a field not to far out in the valley beyond the borders that is abundant in mice and other Lera. I hope that will be enough to carry you on through your hardship... Again I am regretfully sorry, but List cannot afford another mouth within it's lands"

Now his head turning to Renn with his words directed at her

"No matter what the costs"

Some anger seemed to lure in his last words even though he was a deeply sympathetic creature. He could be aggresive when he needed to be.

[Alkiera]

She let out a rather small snarl as the he-Varg acted as a brace to her clenched leg. "Then why not hunt in such a place which is abundant with much Lera," Alkiera says coldly. She was not known to this 'help,' and was rather agitated towards this behavior they showed towards her. Pity. How she despised the very word, and ne'er longed for it as many had. She was the sort who became agitated of cubs who wail of their lonlyness and their sorrows when they thought they had nothing. They wanted pity, the coo of a dove when a sensitive young she-Varg notices them. It discusted her.

"My wounds are too deep to be healed. Not only my skull, but my spine and my sense of mind," she growls underbreath as she moves steadilly to the end of the terratory. The least you can do is apologize, Alkiera, snaps a newfound voice at the back of her mind. It appears as though her head wound caused another side to be awakened, but it was a little voice, one she blocked out easilly at the moment, no matter how massive the headache. Seeing that she was well near the edge of the border, she notices the feeling in her leg has returned. Growling, she lowers her leg off the mann's shoulders as she limps towards the end, looking towards Renn and Sundak with glowing orange eyes.

"I need no help from either of you. As you say, you are all weak from the lack of food, and so I shall leave my burden to myself," she snaps as she turns to leave.

((Heh, this thread was to revive me from my dormant state...))

[Fiory]

[glow=purple,2,3,00]A bitter cold wind snapped through the small area where the three vargs now stood. Two of List, and one of strange decent. So harsh was this wintery wind it seemed to freeze the already petrified trees further, sharpening their icicles further with each tinkling they made. Out of the darkness that was List's private forests, loomed an ebony fae much darker then that of Alkiera. Her pelt had seemed melded with the shadows, even if those golden ears were a dead give away as to who she was.

Immediately, as the lanky ebony femora stepped out from behind bramble and bush, the rush of blood and meat flooded the area. It was clearly seen where such food could be sought. Hanging limp in the jowls of the stargazer, was an enormous bloody hind appendage, probably from that of a moose or an elk. Though game was scarce, this one peice of a carcus was found not to long ago by the accute patience and hearing of said Drappa. A loud thud was made, as weakened jaws released the bloody burden onto the ground, allowing the blood it held to stain the ivory snow. Knives of gold turned from her Beta, and then to the kind hearted Renn. She understood where Sudak was coming from, and knew it to be the wisest of decisions. Though, then again, the young female had had a point too..

"To turn away the cripple, will only ask for their return again, in stronger forces later" Her words were soft, yet there was a simple harshness to Fiory's tone that was little known in List's territories. They were wise none the less, as that skin and bones femora moved away from her dragged kill, towards the injured ebon fae yards away. It was odd seeing Fiory so skinny like this in the winter months, for her rib cage could easily be seen, as well as the bones in her spine when she moved. Her legs were far thinner then normal, and she seemed to have lost more weight then any of the other List vargs had at all. Though her coat was still lustrious and wafty, billowing in that cold bitter wintery wind.

Clouds of smoke raced from her nostrils, it had taken some effort to bring that leg here, though she was really off course. That thigh was to be Gryffin's, for her new cubs and any left overs were to go to the rest of the pack and her mate, before she herself would touch it at all. Though, she couldnt' help over hearing the conversations between her Beta Mann and this strange femora, and curiousity took over first and foremost.

"I grant her permission to stay, on the condition that once well again she must leave once more, unless otherwise said. There may be many mouths to feed Sudak, but I am not about to let a tough female like that go hungry...she has a spark that I am curious about...and though perhaps..just perhaps...she may come of use later on.." Her words were quiet, though they were kind as well. Though Fiory starved, she wish no others to do the same, for the hunger she felt now was nothing compared to the desperation she was forced to live in in your younger years. When pack after pack threw her out, and her stomach never ceased it's snarling. It was only after she had met Bila as a cub that she began to learn how to hunt, and her illness slowly receeded once more. Though frail and bones now, she wished it would be so, for rather her starve again, then have her friends and her family suffer as she had.

"Femme, if you wish sustanance, you may have what is left after my Beta Fae has eaten, with the rest of the pack. If you wish to leave then that is your choice, but none of my pack will drive you away if you do decide to stay...." With that said, and though her mouth watered with the smell, she picked up that leg once more, to begin to drag it back to her neices refuge...[/glow]

[Alkiera]

Though this female who stood in front of her was clearly thin from this winter's famine, something about her aura gave Alkiera the sense of her being the Drappa. It was clear after this femora granted her permission to stay, and her ears tilted forward curiously. Under these condition, she knew not of how to react to such a statement this.

"If I stay, I ask nothing of your kill," she says through clenched teeth. "Never in my life would I gorge myself on something I have not killed." It peeved her how much Vargs gave without asking for anything. How could one live on such terms? No, Alkiera would never be like a pack Varg. Though she would stay in their boundries until better, she would never live like them, never. If she did something out of the goodness of her icey heart, then she would expect something.

But then the Drappa said something of her being of use, and Alkiera could not help but look at this Varg curiously. Perhaps there was something she could do for them, but alas, she would not know. As soon as she was better (which would hopefully be soon. She could not bear this sympathy) she would leave, and perhaps never find out. Alkiera was a born nomad, and there was nothing right nor wrong with that. She may not belong anywhere, but she did not want to belong anywhere.

[Sudak]

Sudak was relieved at the arrival of his ebon Drappa as she could firmly judge the fae's fate. He was a little surprised as to her reaction to the fae but was not taken too far aback as she was known to be very generous and Sudak was no stranger to that philosophy. Sudak was however fiercly annoyed that the fae would talk back to him in his own pack lands and expect to get away with it, especially after she snapped back at him for helping her which he graciously had done. The lust to rip her head off was almost unberable inside the ivory varg however he held back his anger within the prescence and decision of his Drappa, he dared not and did not yurn to challenge his Drappa. Sudak did not see the advantage the fae would have within packlands. She said herself her wounds were to deep to heal, how would staying with List heal her any more? Sudak let out a snarl showing his fangs and began to march off after Fiory.

Sudak also motioned for Renn to follow as began off. For one he did not trust the strange fae alone with the new cub and second it was time the two of them got to know each other face to face. She would soon see that Sudak was not as menacing as he seemed to be. Renn had happened to view Sudak in his snarling moments of duty to List and his true side was surely hidden well.

[Fiory]

[glow=purple,2,3,00]Fiory hardly took notice to the snapping of Alkiera, and merely flicked her ears backward momentarily, before she addressed the young she-varg again.

"It was a request, not to be forced upon you...There is a difference. If you chose not to eat, then that is your choice..No one here will force the food down your throat, for goodness knows there are plenty of other mouths that would gladly take your share if you didn't readily want it. " Fiory was fair in this way. Alkiera had her permission to stay, but never did she wish to force anything upon the femora. She would let her heal herself on her own, and if help was needed, all there would need to be was a simple act of asking for it.

((Sorry, it's short...x.x' Been a busy busy Drappa this morning))[/glow]

[Alkiera]

((Keh, most of my posts are short...>.<))

A small growl rolls towards the back of her throat, "Then I suppose I am in your debt...I owe you something," she pauses, lifting her maw as she looked the alpha in the eyes, not threatening, but it wasn't warm either; Though it was not known by her to be 'warm.'

"I know no Varg in their right mind would allow one such as I into their packlands under your conditions without wanting something." Lowering her head, she limps steadily towards a pine. It wasn't proud nor strong as others. No, instead it was dying and crippling for it lacked the health to stand the bitter cold of the world. However, its drooping banches posed as a good source of windbreak, and the pile of decaying needles was enough to cushion the female. Lowering herself down, she lets out a whine as her legs clamp up again and she falls. A fallen stick was rotting directly before her, and she wrinkles her nose uncomfortabley. She smelled the magots squirming within it, suprised that they still survived this far into the bone-chilling winter. If she had to, she supposed she could surive off maggots until better...

"I'll stay here," she growls, her voice low.

[Renn]

The harsh voice of Sudak had cut through the air and through Renn's barrier. The golden faemme had always felt accepted by the Pack, making firm friendships with Gryffin, Drathlic and Novex, all three of whom were in List before Renn, and all three of them welcoming and kind. Fiory too, was kind, but not always with Renn as much as the others and so Renn was still cautious around her Drappa, careful about what to say. But no Varg in List had ever threatened to drive Renn away and she had given them no reason to. "You may be Beta, but you are not yet Dragga. Fiory would never kick out a Varg who is innocent to what she is accused!" Renn muttered under her breath, defiant to the ivory Mann's sharpness.

Shock showed on her face as Sudak paced forward to the strange faemme, with clear intent of using force to remove her. Watching as Sudak snak his teeth into the ebony scruff, Renn was painfully reminded of how Drathlic had done the same to her, attempting to slow her down when she was racing fast as a Herla to get away from him. The ivory Beta obviously did not trust the golden faemme, for her turned his head and spoke of Renn spending many moons in No-Mans Land, a fact that was not all true. "I may have come from the Kerl lands, Sudak, but I was a mere cub, not moving far from the forest. When I was travelling to List with Drathlic, I wished to get there before Winter closed its grip on the lands, so we moved speedily, not resting much and focusing the task entirely on getting to List, not sight-seeing," Renn growled, indignant to Sudak's assumption. "Besides, you may be able to, but thinking of a crippled Varg out there at Winter time is depressing, and knowing that I would have helped drive her out is sickening!"

Renn closed her maw as her Drappa's skinny frame appeared as if from no where. Listening as the ebony Drappa allowed the alien faemme in, Renn could not help but look at Sudak triumphantly, proud that she Fiory had agreed with her rather than the Beta. Listening to the alien faemme's aggreement was another peg up. Padding forward to the crippled ebony body, Renn sat down beside the faemme, preparing to brave her temper. Catching Sudak's motion in the corner of her eye, Renn sighed and decided to follow, remembering his threat to her security in the Pack. "I'll be seeing you again," Renn said to the ebony faemme, bowed to her Drappa, and began loping after Sudak, worry filtering her pride.

[Gryffin]

(oooh how exciting! i say List needs to get evil again! and btw thisi s just a one poster for me)

Gryffin had stumbled once again on some fraction of an incident. Her emerald eyes pierced through the copse and toward a gathered group of wolves. One her mate and Renn. Her ears perked and she leaned forward but she stayed hidden amongst the grey vegetation. So the fea wanted to stay in List? Gryffin laughed. List was no resting place for wary kerls. She'd better try Deor or Koran, those pack would take anythign in. Gryffin smirked and her eyes wandered to the stranger.

She was different, gryffin could see that, but somehow there was a glow to the black pelted fea. Something Gryffin could catch. She was different to that with light aired hearts. Though she was crippled and injured she could see a wolf that could do well in Sarnes and List. Packs that were descendants of the balkar.

Gryffin mused, Alkiera could indeed replace the fierce fiery vargs that were once of List. But would Fiory let her stay?
Gryffin listened still and piercieved the final fate of the fea. And it was well. THe fea would stay and hunt for her own. List could do with another shadowy figure.

Content and knowing Gryffin turned from the scene and padded back along he path she came, back toward her den. And with that she dissappeared, only the paw prints and her scent had marked her presence.