Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
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Post by Lydair on Oct 21, 2005 16:18:17 GMT -5
A femme wove through the swaying grasses of Ge-Rad; behind her padded a male, his coat a steeely gray. The femme was much smaller than her muscular companion; she was slender and lithe, but well-built for her mixed heritage. A hybrid; her father a husky. The femme stopped and lifted her short, tapered muzzle to the skies, rising up on strong back limbs to scent the air and see over the grasses that blotted her vision. Her mind raced; so many thigns were happening; this was the Varg that had gazed at her so many times during the meeting; the Varg she believed she loved had forgotten her; turmoil had raged recently between Kairi, Cwen, and Draeg; she had found friends in Uskiya and Trile, and although she wanted to call shako her friend, she was no longer certain of this fact.
Seeign over the stalks, she spotted flowers and herbs, and regular grasses; a few trees dotted the meadow and she turned back to Koan with an excited yip, her cyan eyes boring into his amber ones. "Come on, then, Koan." she said softly; the male was quiet, but friendly; she liked him, although he seemed burdened by the death of Huts- his mate? Sister? Mother, even? She was unsure of which the femme ahd been, but she felt a sincere sadness for the scarred male. Blood still dripped from his wounds, and she nudged him gently, knowing the wounds must be painful. "If you'll follow me, Koan," she barked, her happiness quickly returning, "I'll find webs to bidn the wound and herbs to help it heal."
(((Writer's block guys. I'm SO sorry, I promise, this rarely happens.)))
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Koan
Sikla
Broken Sword of Ge-Rad
~Why do we care whether a fallen demon outshines leigons thought bright?~
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Post by Koan on Oct 21, 2005 19:28:04 GMT -5
A chuckle escaped the maw of the wolf who followed. Indeed his fur was the exact hue of a sword blade, even marked as such. "So be it, milady." he replied, a smile on his maw. His own heart screamed at him, a longing such as that he had felt once before in his young life. His mind told him that this was just a rebound feeling, that he was only imagining it. But which was wrong, the heart or the mind?
He smiled at her apprent happiness; a few moments before, such a somber look crossed her visage, he had felt as if he should cheer her. "They really don't hurt that much. I've had far worse." he growled, a smile still in place on his gray face. "The.... I can't even think of a proper insult... well, anyway, this wolf who said he would protect me often used to thrash me for the mosty foolish of things. I'm used to much worse. But.. if it will satisfy you, milady, so be it."
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
Posts: 422
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Post by Lydair on Oct 21, 2005 19:38:27 GMT -5
Lydair grinned and shook her small head, brinign her slender maw up to lick his muzzle. "Then he himself is foolish.' she barked, nudging Koan again. "Come on, then!" The hybrid called, lunging into a quick trot. Slwoing, she waited for koan before flanking the ebony male, padding beside him. "Lydair, please.." she chirped, cyan orbs sparkling with amusement; Koan, luckily, was able to keep ehr thoughts focused, even if it was for mere seconds. her thick, blue-black tail curled around her before arching and draping over her back; her maw upturned into a grin and she suddenly felt energetic; nipping Koan's flank she darted forward, laughing softly as lithe paws carried her swiftly into the depths of the field.
She wheeled suddenly and dropped to the ground, hindquarters in the air and she winked to Koan playfully and batted at his steel form. With a start she remembered her job and stood, muttering a quick apology before her azure orbs darted swiftly around the meadow, searching for thigns useful to the Vargs. Yarrow root; the healer hated the stuff, loathed it for tis bitterness, but it healed wounds quickly and if she could get Koan to eat it she wouldn't have to worry about the health of the he-Varg.
Yarrow grew in clumps, grouped around spreads of clover, and she easily found it; its stalks were much longer and yellower than the others. Straddling the plant, she yanked it above the soil with a vicious tug and tossed it towards Koan, smiling gently. "Eat it, please..." she prodded.
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Koan
Sikla
Broken Sword of Ge-Rad
~Why do we care whether a fallen demon outshines leigons thought bright?~
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Post by Koan on Oct 21, 2005 19:53:01 GMT -5
The male was startled by the affection she showed at random, and he smiled. He bounded after her as she nipped him, growling in a facade of anger. He gave her a playful nudge, bfore she paused. Again her mood changed, and Koan felt a sudden rush of affection towards her. She was concerned about him, no matter how many times he said he was fine. The steel male grinned, and shook his head at her quick turn around.
He gave the root a brief sniff. "You really think this will help, milady?" he growled, carefully ignoring her instistance that he call her Lydair. "If your sure." he mumbled, taking a bite. He recoiled so quickly, anyone looking might have thought that the silver male had been attacked. THe taste was vile, a darkly bitter medly of disgust. It took all his energy to swallow the single bite of the root. He looked at her, his face a rather amusing display of disgust. "Ah...I suppose this is a delicacy for you?" he said, joking. "It must be an accquired taste." he coughed a little, choking the rest of the yarrow, a display of hilarity crossing his face that would sen some of the most stately wolves into a fit of laughter.
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
Posts: 422
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Post by Lydair on Oct 21, 2005 20:01:45 GMT -5
Lydair felt a rush as Koan brushed against her, and she smiled. Watching him sniff the root, she grinned, her dazzling cyan orbs glimmering with laughter and he nearly fell over backwards, boughts of coughs racking through his body. She knew the horrid, repulsive tastse, and she couldn't keep back the laugh that flew from her maw. Padding to the male she pressed her leathery nose into his cheek, still laughing softly as she licked his ear. The look on his face brought a bright grin to her short muzzle, and at his words she nodded, faking seriousness.
"Oh, yes, dear Koan." she teased, batting at his silver ears with a lithe, darting paw."My mother ate it, and so in her milk I quickly acquired the taste for such bitter herbs." Again she nipped him; her memory flooded back and resentment filled her orbs. Shako was through with her; she was through with him, so she felt. Friends? Who knows. he had yalae now, and Lydair scowled but nearly choked as a sour, hazardous look crossed Koan's maw and she nearly tripped over herself as boistorous laughter filled the meadow; finally it was her tail that caused her fall; the noramlly graceful she-varg fell onto her back, barely able to breathe from the combination of laughter and the sharp landing knocking the very breath from her lungs.
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Koan
Sikla
Broken Sword of Ge-Rad
~Why do we care whether a fallen demon outshines leigons thought bright?~
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Post by Koan on Oct 22, 2005 9:16:14 GMT -5
Koan gave her a quizzcally amused look. She was amused, no doubt, but was he really that funny looking? The scarred sword hued wolf had to wonder. He finished the rest, and chuckled dryly. "Of course, your mother would give you ataste for such fine things, milady. But I am merely a commoner, raised on hare and Herla." He dipped his head grinning. "Perhaps such a queen as thyself would deign to dine with such common wolf, as I?"
Koan gave one of his Wolfbane-may-care grins, and said "In otherwards, would you care to hunt with me?"
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
Posts: 422
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Post by Lydair on Oct 22, 2005 9:30:49 GMT -5
Lydair's tail flicked and she rolled to side and stood, shaking her furred, slender form as well as she could while gasping for breath. Her rounded ears curved forwards to hear the words Koan carved in the air, and the hybrid femme gave a grin, cyan orbs sparkling. "No queen, sir." Lydair spoke softly, voice tender and silken. "And as for your offer- a hunt sounds like a fantastic idea." Padding close to Koan, she flanked the gray-hued male and nipped his ear. "You're sure you wouldn't mind the company?" The odd-pelted fae teased. "Surely there are plently of other femme you could grace with your presence." Lydair's tassle again flicked, but it curled to arch over her blue-hued back. Her pearly muzzle lifted to scent the air, but instead she caught a whiff of the foul plant; it always seemed to the healer that the revolting plant seemed to get its taste on her tongue, in her eyes, smothering her odd, yet exquisite, pelt with the smell. Opening her maw and letting a pink tongue loll out, Lydair bounded ahead of Koan, grinning to the quiet male."Perhaps we can catch a herla, Koan." The half-Varg barked cheerfully; her bubbly nature never let her feel down for very long- except when she was left alone and secluded, where she did nothing but try to figure things out- the resulting problem would be worse than what she started with.
Lydair stopped, poise straight and tall as she gazed at Koan with a smile; she wondered still what he had been thinking at the meeting with Cwen, what he thought of Yalae and what h was thinking now. But there was a joy to that dilemma; she could think what she would like, and, unless he told her, she wouldn't have to know the truth. The hybrid brought her legs up swiftly and began at a brisk trot to Koan. "Where shall we go?"
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Koan
Sikla
Broken Sword of Ge-Rad
~Why do we care whether a fallen demon outshines leigons thought bright?~
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Post by Koan on Oct 22, 2005 13:09:02 GMT -5
The male couldn't help but smile again. She was irrepressable, or so it seemed now. His amber eyes sparkled as she spoke of other fae, and then, they darkened at the same thought. The fae he had, and did wish, he could be hunting with was gone, never again to laugh, or howl, or ache, or love. He shurgged it off. It was good to hunt, and to be with friends. At least he could enjoy the time he had with his friend.
"Perhaps indeed, milady." As he trotted, he turned his muzzle upward, thoughtful. "Plenty of other fae?" he growled. "Right. No one want's a scarred Varg like me as company. And besides, even if they did, I find your company a great deal more pleaseing. And besides." He said, his grin reappearing. "Your funnier then most. "
He thought back to what she had said before, when she had found him resting. "You remember what you said about Draeg?" he asked, suddenly. "About him being upset if he found me bleeding? I just wanted you to know..." he began. "He wouldn't care." His eyes darkened again, but then he found himself leading. "Just a little farther. Can't you smell them?"
(bleh... i think my muse died or something)
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
Posts: 422
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Post by Lydair on Oct 22, 2005 17:57:25 GMT -5
Lydair watched the male, head tilted and cyan orbs glittering as her white-rimmed ears perked backward to listen to the male. ”I haven’t had herla in quite some time.” the hybrid femme spoke with a widened grin to Koan. She watched his battered muzzle lift but as his rustic orbs darkened. Her grin drifted into a confused frown and her thickly plumed tail lowered. The healer half-Varg stepped towards Koan, one white, lithe paw lifted tentatively. She dropped her blue-black crown and butted it gently across Koan’s shoulder, but drew back as he brightened and again spoke. Her eyes sparkled as he spoke of other femme, and she smirked at him, padding gracefully around Koan, her tassel swaying and curling around her and curling over her slender back. ”I’m sure you’re misinformed.” the femme teased, laughing softly. ”I happen to know several.” She fell into place beside him as they trotted together, in search of a wandering herla. ”My company, Koan?” Her eyes clouded; another Varg had found it the same before he had fallen for another fae. As the steely male grinned at her, she playfully scowled and rolled her azure eyes, tail lifting in a facade of mock hurt. She looked at him from the side of her vision; her cerulean orbs gleamed with wisdom and intelligence. Snorting, she turned back around, her maw curled into a grin; her whiskers crinkled in a silent laugh.
”Yes..” her silky voice trailed as Koan continued speaking. She stepped back, one ear pinned and the other drifting backwards, a startled look on the femme’s face. ’I…I don’t understand.” she turned away from him, towards the direction of the rest of her pack. ”Draeg? My dragga…” she began, eyes gleaming with the need of an explanation. ”Your father?” Lydair hesitated before pressing against Koan gently. ”I’m sorry…” The healer murmured, lowering her gaze. Yet again Koan brightened; he may have been quiet, but he was determined and of high morale. ”Yes- And I’m gald.” her tongue ran around her maw, across her dangerous fangs. ”I’m starving..”
((('Tis alright. I'm going kinda fast because Uskiya is about ready to whack me with my own frying pan. -covers head defensively-)))
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Koan
Sikla
Broken Sword of Ge-Rad
~Why do we care whether a fallen demon outshines leigons thought bright?~
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Post by Koan on Oct 23, 2005 11:48:16 GMT -5
Koan raised a brow, glancing at the mottled fae. "Several? Pray tell, where have these fae been hiding. Had I known, perhaps I would be a tad more confident." he said, a chuckle again escaping his maw.
Pain seared up through him as she spoke of his father. Father... how long ago it had been that Koan had been Draeg's son, he, ever the young fool, had looked up to the amber Dragga. And now... every vision Koan had of his father had been shattered. Draeg had unwillingly alinated his son, and now, both of them were having trouble adjusting to who the other had become. Not only had his father caused Huts' death, but he also had been mateing with two fae; a practice that Koan found infurating. How could he claim to love either if he was mating both?
"Don't be sorry about him. Don't waste your time." he said, quiet again. "I used to look up to him, and then of course, as it must in everyones life, one realizes that their parents can screw up as well." Koan gave a small shrug. "He doesn't care anymore about me. He has his litters to take care of, and two mates that he claims to love." he snorted at the last part, but then smiled as the reached where he'd been head. A small herd of Herla; perhaps a family was closer to the truth, stood grazing. The wolves were downwind of them, and Koan grinned at her, nodding to the oldest. It was an anchient male whose antlers had nearly fallen off from age. He nodded too it, and began to circle around to the other side of the old stag.
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
Posts: 422
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Post by Lydair on Oct 23, 2005 13:01:08 GMT -5
Lydair felt a sudden urge to nip Koan on his gray snout as he cocked a brow at her and laughed. Instead her lips curled into a grin and she winked to the Varg, and picked up her pace. Her paws lifted and were placed down in a high-flowing trot and her fur swayed in the breeze that wafted past her. The sky had begun to fade into a yellowing pink; Fenris would set and Tor would govern the sky. Her prints would be cast into the cobalt night, the hue of Lydair's own shaded pelt, and the world would quiet, broken only by the lonesome howls of kerls; the faint buzzing of crickets and other varying insects, until it all died down to just the lulling whisper of the wind rustling through the branches of the trees. The hybrid femme fell quiet, her cyan orbs glinting with the odd sparkle; their unpenatrable depth beheld the world at her dazzling white paws. As the duo passed beneath shadows, the gleam faded in the darkness and made her usual bright and shining azure eyes seem sallow, pallid with the dying light and the coming darkness. Twilight would come soon; had she been a kerl, destined to wander the loam for ages until her sorrowful death, she would have dug a makeshift den, or perhaps found shelter in a rotted log. But here, in Ge-Rad, she had friends - perhaps not a blood-family, but a pack-family- and shelter,a dn warmth. No wolf could ever feel alone in a pack, even a hybrid. Lydair's pearly muzzle raised proudly; slivers of silver around her orbs and those that splattered her throat shone. She waited for Koan to speak again, but he seemed to be reflecting, and so she stayed quiet, watching him carefully.
The scarred, musuclar male finally spoke, but his words seemed sad, harsh even, as they tumbled from his jaws, laced with bitterness. Lydair's nostrils flared absentmindedly, scenting the air while she listened to the male speak of Draeg. 'I..I didn't mean to be sorry for him- just sorry that you think he wouldn't care. My own father left before i was born, didn't even know my dam ws pregnant." As Koan continued, the femme slowed and turned to face him completely, stretching her slender muzzle forward to nuzzle the scout. "I am sure Draeg cares for you, Koan. He's your father, isn't he?" Her eyes suddenly widened in surprise and she stepepd backwars, ears pinned with confusion. "T- two mates? I know of Cwen, Koan, but...there is another?" She had never heard of any Varg having two mates; she knew that if she was one of two she would fight either the male or the opposing femme; one varg had no need for two mates. Did he keep them tofther; was the other one of he close friends? the healer thought back quickly- at the waterfall. Draeg and Cal had mentioned a Firefly..."What was her name, Koan?" Lydair spoke softly, falling in beside him again.
A smile graced his maw and she peered forward to see what had brightened his face- a herd of herla; several hinds and a grizzled old stag; his antlers were wide and although he seemed sickly she knew how much power he could hold. She winced- Draug, gored to death by a stag not much different than this in a hunt. She whimpered softly and padded after Koan, nipping his flank harshly. "Be careful, Koan!"[/i] The femme hissed as she backed away to head the stag off.
She crouched and slowly crawled the direction opposite of the herla, glaring at him, intent on bringing him down and protecting both herself and Koan froma death like Draug's. Her tongue again ran around her muzzle- her eyes flashed dangerously...[/color]
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Koan
Sikla
Broken Sword of Ge-Rad
~Why do we care whether a fallen demon outshines leigons thought bright?~
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Post by Koan on Oct 23, 2005 13:58:59 GMT -5
Koan grinned, another Wolfbane-may-care grin, and gave a low chuckle. "I'm always careful."
Then he moved, a blurring wave of quicksilver and teeth. Koan's paws tore into the earth, gripping to the slippy grass that coated the meadow gorunds with relitive ease. His eyes were burning flames of an amber hue, and he felt a vauge feeling, like an incapturable memory, burn with in him. Primal instinct kicked in, as he sped up to the stag.
The stag had only realized that the wolf was there a few seconds before the wolf had pounced. He'd barely risen when the wolf reached him. The antlers, soft as they were, rent at the young wolf's side. Koan snarled in pain, and bit down hard on the back of one of the Herla's hind legs. The hinds were scattering, but Koan didn't notice, nor care. All he could see was the stag.
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
Posts: 422
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Post by Lydair on Oct 24, 2005 12:20:56 GMT -5
Lydair gave a vicious, unearthly snarl and launched herslef at the stag; for her size she had a surprising speed and strength built into the leap and she tackled the stag, grappling with his neck and grunting as she fought to sldie atop his wide back. Finally succeeding, although her legs were splayed awkwardly and she had trouble moving, she tore into the back of the stag's neck, orbs darkening and glinting as the herla bellowed his rage and pain. Yet something caught her off-guard- Koan's snarl, and one unmistakeably from pain. No! She wouldn't lose him like she did Draug. Barign her teeth, she snarl-barked and lept from the stag's back to charge upwards, snatching his neck in her gleamign jaws. blood began spurting from the wound on the stag's back and neck; her pearly muzzle began to tint itself pink and she blew from her nose to clear it of blood.
The femme hadn't pierced its jugular, not yet, but she ripped away with a relatively large piece of flesh and fur dangling from her jaws. Spitting it out, she darted forward, weaving along the stag's kicking legs to aid Koan. Lydair saw the hinds run, and as her instinct kicked in, she bayed, sounding much like a dog and not much of a Varg untilt he bay turned into victorious howl; it was wounded and would not long live. She snapped beside Koan, worrying at its leg, darting ina dn out and trying her hardest not to be kicked.
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