Tainted Soul

[orin]

Her sleek facade turned, following her eyes as she swept her deep lavender gaze over the Ge-Rad territories. Pupils narrowing as she focused harder on certain distinct features such as the circular pond that shimmered within the heart of the realm. Off to her side she small the giant bulks of the mountains, the tops disappearing into the white fluff of clouds that stirred above them.

By now the sun had fallen behind these rocky landforms. Hiding behind them and leaving the vale in shadow, giving it a dark and gray look. However the she-wolf found it easier to see in such conditions. In truth it was a talent she beheld. Maybe it was because she spent most of her life in the dark, or going to the very blood and genes that flowed through her it was because she was related to the Balkar, the Night Hunters. The one who sired her was one of the furious packs, just like his father and his father's father before. Only tainted by the fact they all mated with a female whom is not allowed in the pack. She had been the first daughter for many generations, and that was why her own father had cast her away. Having her own brother push her off the falls. Then leave her to DIE.

Now this also effected the ranking she chose when joining the Ge-Rad. Since her father had (even if she was a female) taught her much of how to fight. Along with how to stand and survive harsh wounds that he, oh so kindly inflicted himself. The scars on her body were in fact done by him. Two streaking across her maw and one rigid line that is etched across her side. That one still pained her enough. If it will ever truly heal seemed to be only hopeful thinking. But even so she once more learned she would have to live with it.

With a great thrust of her hind legs Amaya launched herself forward. Her black figure easily gliding through the trees. She took in every detail with careful eyes. The leaning trees, drooping branches heavy with fall hued leaves. Brush turning a dulled brown as the season's warmth faded. The breeze that gently shook the limbs and carried away some of the flame colored flags.

[Trile]

//Oh, and I'm pretty sure this thread is just me and Amaya.//

There was no sleep in the amber eyes of the white cub Trile. The moonlight tinted his coat silvery blue, and as he stalked through the shadows cast by the aged deciduous trees he seemed to carry the look of the Putnar in his reflecting gaze. The young cub had always been especially stealthy and well aware of his limbs, and he managed to avoid many of the dying leaves beneath his paws. A frozen wind smelling of fall was steadily blowing against his hide, but he had inherited his father’s thick pelt, and it kept the cold at bay. Like a shadow he wove through the trees, feeling at home in the forest where everything was close and hidden. He had been born in one, and this was all he really knew. In meadows he felt exposed, and his instincts always sharpened. But the forest was his element.

Trile had left the den site earlier that evening to escape the heat of it. The dark that was creeping over Ge-Rad was just welcoming him to experience it, and in a serious fit he had felt strangely dominant and powerful, as if everything would go his way tonight. He had been hoping to catch some nocturnal animal also and than bring it back and laugh at the jealous look on Kop’s face. If there was one thing Trile could beat his brother in, it was racing and tracking, and he was determined to be the first one of them to bring down an animal. Always it had been competition between the two littermates, and Kop had used his weight and strength to come on top of Trile, but the cub would have his revenge, and he could barely wait for it to come.

He smiled to himself and continued on, building up a great fantasy in his head. It was much later when something eventful happened. Out of the shadows, blending in completely, a black wolf cub came running, elegant and swift. With a yelp Trile let on a spurt of speed and hurled himself out of her way. “Whoa,” he yelled, turning around, his eyes glinting from all the excitement. He quickly remembered the cub as Amaya, the black she-wolf who had just joined Ge-Rad. He looked at where her wounds had been, but they were gone, now just delicate scars in her pelt. But those were not the only scars that laced his body, and the simple minded white cub, trying to be friendly, gave her a companionable grin. “Hey Amaya,” he growled, wagging his white tail and getting up to touch noses with her. “Why were you running?” Trile didn’t think very complex things, and altogether he was logical and simple with strong, easy beliefs. But he reached out to his pack mate with friendship.