//.This Life.//(Lydair buddies..)

[Lydair]

(((Um...for Shako, Uskiya, Koan, Trile[/u][/b] and...whoever....please let Shako and I RP for a while, as Lydair hasn't been able to spend time with her bro for a while. Then Uskiya and Koan better get moving. )))

Yellowed stalks swayed lifelessly in the brittle air, and the sallow plants, laden with the glittering sheets of ice that draped chilling fingers around the seedless, drooped visibly, resigned until the bought of snow that rapt Transylvania, the forests in particular, melted with the coming rays of Fenris. The days were dull and bleak, and Ge-Rad was not in high morale; tension was thick in the air and for one cobalt she-wolf, it had ensnared her furred neck and she was simply waiting for the strike. A grim smile curled about the edges of her pallid muzzle, short and thin, and her small paws were heavy as they shuffled through the snow, obviously hindered by the burden that now swelled inside of her dark-hued belly. With a grunt she pulled herself to the crest of the hill, the darkness of the foreboding night casting a silver beam about the bulky Healer. Cyan orbs were covered by lids as the hybrid slid to the ground with a gentle sigh, bright cerulean pools gazing towards the volatile moon and the twinkling stars. Brow furrowing, her smile drifted into a melancholy frown and curled auds pressed against her skull with a low whimper; the smallest things affected her deeply, plunging into the threaded folds of her heart and straining every muscle in her slender bodice until the Varg thought she would snarl, angry tears forming in the corners of her eyes and she shifted into a crescent, letting her plumed tassel settle over her tucked paws, usually so lithe and graceful but as her stomach bulged with the coming pups she felt tensed and tugged with every step; instinctively she knew the bearing of Koan’s cubs would be troublesome but the very thought that she would soon become a mother urged her on, flaring her spirit and keeping her going.

The wind whispered as it danced through the trees, guiding her unwilling pelt in myriad directions and slicing through the thick pelt that was contributed by her father’s breed, and the looming thoughts twirled through her agitated mind.
Unsocial.

Turai had oft used that phrase to describe her in the dawning of her life, when she was distant and wanting to be secluded, and now one might feel free to use it again; she was slowly drifting, never too far, and always ready to come back, but it had been a moon since she had seen any but Koan; her spat with Shako and Yelae had still not been forgotten and the one reflection that threatened to emotionally kill her was that the two males she loved the most were constantly at odds; Koan’s personality was bitter and dark, it was true, and Lydair knew he had not done anything terribly and neither had Shako and although she was placing unneeded blame on her brother’s white mate it had been Yelae that had stirred the femme’s gut; Shunke had been obviously tainted by something- Koan had bluntly said he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt the femme which the cobalt half-Varg could agree with; Shako had, of course, had his own retort but Yelae’s unnecessary snapping now brought a low growl to Lydair’s lips; she stirred looked around, the unusual colour of her orbs flashing silver in the pale light of the blissful moon. Yet another burden rested on her soul; one that bore onto her jaws not a snarl or a growl, but a dismal frown. Koan was her mate, and she loved him more dearly that anything that Transylvania could dare to hold in its boundaries, but when the steel-furred warrior turned his solemn amber gaze to her face, with a loving smile or not, she thought that, for a moment, he might be seeing not the small Lydair, but his former love Huts, the golden drappa that the healer grit her fangs thinking about; whether she had good reason or not, for she seemed so indecisive these days, Koan never seemed as close to her as Cwen and Firefly did to Draeg, or Cal did to Uskiya. A sigh again escaped her lips and she wound herself tighter, not wanting to press the matter. It was so obvious her love thought about Huts often, and even now he would brood, secluded, and even Lydair could not bring him completely out of it; the worst blow had come when Koan had planned on leaving Ge-Rad; it stung the femme worse than a cuff across her small muzzle. She knew nothing of his history, even his current whereabouts were unknown to the pregnant fae, and she suddenly threw her head back in a long, slow howl as she stood on slender legs; all her worry and anguish were forced into her voice as it rose into the clutches of the doomed night and she slumped into a crouch once again, kneading the ground with anxious paws.[/color]

[Trile]

Oof! What about me! I've been pretty unactive, but hopefully I'll have it up today. I haven't been having much inspiration. *stsicks out tongue*

[Lydair]

(((Aye Little bro, you can go. ^_^ )))

[Koan]

(you know, if i had the ability to write, i would... but I cant seem to write decent posts. And what the heck do you want from me? I'm not Cal or Shako! *pout* xD)

[Lydair]

(((-rolls eyes- Dorkfish. Koan, lol, you'll have like an entire week to post. -prod- I'm expecting a post fvrom you, so I'd better get one! -stomps foot-)))

[Shakó]

//Sorry, but I can't reply tonight. Sorry, really really busy. I wanted to post in Chalos' thread too, but I don't have time for that. What's today, Tuesday? Yes! That means I will be able to get on tomarrow, at the school libary. Yay! I just remembered that! Seriously. Ok, I'll reply tomarrow, after school (and exams. Yuck!)//

[Shakó]

[glow=black,2,]A large white male treaded heavily through the light, white snow; admiring the leafless trees now covered with the fresh fallen snow. Ge-Rad looked like a wintry wonderland, the white powder had fallen overnight.
White ears stood erect, to the long and gently sound of a pack mate howling. Shako stopped dead in his tracks, tail held high. He recognized the sound, the howl that rose so softly into the forest. It was Lydair, his hybrid sister.

Thoughts clouded the white male’s mind; it was nearly two moons since he saw the cobalt fae. In fact, the last time he saw her, was when she stormed out of Ge-Rad, flaming and agitated with him. Shakó could understand the way she acted toward his sister, Shunké. Lydair was only protecting her pack, and the ones in it. She knew first hand about Sarnes, of what the pack was made up of; but what lie in the pack still clouded the young male’s mind. For that, he would have to speak to Cwen. But right now, Shakó need to answer Lydair first. He wanted to make up with his heart sister, and it sounded as though she wanted to see him. With that though, the white male continued padding through the snow.

But his though still flowed through his thick skull, now to Koan. Certainly, Koan would be with her, the male never left her side. Lately, the battle scarred male had been irritable toward Shako, for reasons unknown to him. He didn’t know why, but it seemed as though Koan loathed him, and wanted nothing more but to puncture his throat. Whether it was the fact that Koan was protective of Lydair, thinking Shako would steal her away; or the blood that ran thick in his veins, the same blood his sister carried amongst Sarnes. Shako gave a low wine; again he never knew what Serg had done, until very recently. It also seemed as though the main problem that stuck within the pack was the fact that Shunké had come to Ge-Rad, thus far ending in an argument. If that was the problem, his being in the pack, perhaps he should leave. Shakó didn’t want to thrive amongst other who hated him for one mistake.

No, he thought, determined. As long as Yelæ is here, I’ll never leave. The whispering and hating can continue, as long as it isn’t directed at her.

Now thoughts hid in the back of his mind, as his golden gaze lay upon the cobalt fae standing in the snow. She looked disgruntled, in Shako’s opinion, and larger than usual. The white male slowly padded up to his half sister, his head and tail lowered; his mind unsure of how she would react. “Hello, Lydair,” he said in a deep, quiet tone. “Congratulations on the pups.” [/glow]

[Lydair]

(((Posting ASAP; exams are coming up for me as well and studying is becoming an incresingly bitter task when my own mini-werewolf is drawing my blood. I'm telling you, that kid would be an excellent nurse. he'd just stick his savage little fangs into the kid's arm and that'd be the end of that. LOL )))

[Lydair]

Azure eyes met amber ones and a small smile slow;y drew itself across the femme's white muzzle. Cocking her head, her voice was distantand gentle as she spoke, a voice that had not been so for several moons. "Good day, brother." Lydair murmured, dipping her head to the ivory warrior. Her gaze flicked to the shadows, relieved Shako's mate ahd not come with him. "And thank you. They're not due for a few weeks yet..." Lydair's voice trailed off, enlightening the taunt air, and the darkness the hovered over the pair. "Shako? What's happening to Ge-Rad?" the cobalt femme looked away with an eased sigh. "So many conflicts...and then this war...against Serg and his minions. I wasn't raised to fight, but I know each and every Varg in this pack will fight to defend our lands...but...how did it come to this? I think...there used to be this...false peace- always strained, always ready to be broken from either side. From what Chalos said- two of his members were abducted, and then wounded. Did that start it? Did your real sister's appearance only spur it? did Cal's torture end it?" Cyan eyes had a weary look about them as she talked softly to her heart-brother. Flciking her tail about small paws she again met his golden eyes with a weak smile. "My pups...are being born during war. What if they never know of peace? And without the acceptance of Cwen and Draeg...I fear I may have to leave Ge-Rad...unless this war is quickly decided- and my mate becomes a fixed warrior for his father's war." We were meant to live for so much more...but we've lost ourselves...somewhere, we live inside...somehow, we'll learn to love.

Lowering her cerulean gaze, she stared at her paws with a great intensity. "When...when shunke came to Ge-Rad, I was furious. I couldn't believe Draeg would tolerate her, couldn't believe you would let her come- but you didn't know, did you? I don't think any of us did. I'm sorry...for being so angry with you, when you couldn't have helped it. And I'm sorry Koan threatened your sister- but the one thing I can't bring myself to apologize for, is being rash about both Shunke and Yelae. When they both snapped at my mate...they jested at scars that never a wound. He'll never forgive anyone who runs with Sarnes or the Balkar, or who serves Serg, for who they martyred, or what they did to him." Reaching out, she nuzzled her heart-brother affectionatly. "On a much lighter note, shall we discuss the going-ons with you? How have you been?" her small smile curled into a flashing grin and she chuckled; how easily her moods could sway these days, mostly for the better, but sometimes for the worst.

(((Dag. THIS sucks incredibly. -grin- Sorries. )))