Calm before the Storm//Yelae//

[Shakó]

[glow=black,2,3]
Winter’s breath struck the white male’s fur, it was not wise to be wondering about in this weather. For suns now, it was becoming colder, and no doubt would snow soon. The large male in hailed, his lugs filling with the cold, dry air. He licked his chapped lips, his bright gold eyes scanned his territory. Heavy white paws padded across the frozen ground, as the large male made his was amongst the brush, to seek shelter.

Settling down to a rather covered area, Shakó laid his head on his large white paws, his gaze directed toward the ground, then to his paws. White paws. There was no trace of silver in them now, like when he was a pup. The winter had stripped his fur of the silver that plagued his face, neck, underbelly and below. Only the warmth of spring could his fur obtain it’s natural hue now.

Shakó whined, so much had gone on in such little time, it was time for him to relax for the moment. A war would start soon, no doubt. He would be up against Sarnes and the Balker, it was his duty as a warrior. But he didn’t want to be a warrior just to fight; like any war, most would fear it. Shakó knew his strength and blood would do good, to protect his pack. That was his real duty. To protect the pack, and the loved ones inside of it. He wouldn’t let anything happen to Yelae or Lydair, nor any of his other packmates. No, he’d be the one to give his life first, for their safety.

A deep sigh rumbled for the male’s chest, as hot air expelled from his cold black nose turned to steam, and disappeared. This winter was going to be a long one, he could tell. Raising his muzzle off his large white paws, Shakó caught a glimpse of the sky though the now falling leaves of the trees, the pink and purple struck sky made feel at lax. Raising his muzzle, his nose to the canopy of the forest, the male let a delicate howl rumble through his throat, out his maw. [/glow]

[Yelæ]

What has become of the pack? The pack that Yelae loved and knew better than her own. She was confined to the deep dark of her den, and rarely left the campsite. But now, she was free from the chains that once binded her, and she was a Scout; it was her duty to patrol the lands. With the upcoming of war, however, even the pack seemed to crack like ice that formed around the edges of lakes and rivers, snaking their way towards the center.

Her heart pounded with utmost fear as she thought of the Vargs who will fight in thise battle: Shako...If Varg's could cry, a single tear would have dripped from her eye. However, all know that wolves do not cry, but she let out a small whine that caught in her throat. She was patroling the lands at the moment, trying to see if any Vargs crossed the terratory without Larka's Blessing. After the meeting with Shunke, she did not want the same thing to happen again: Lydair was angry with her, for Yelae had scorned her mate. But, but...Yelae rose her head up, pausing from her walking. Koan had scorned her mate as well, and it made her insides burn to think of it. Pack life was changing this solitary female...and already the icey fear that formed in her body was thawing. She would not become hotheaded, but she may speak out more often then many were used to, but that was good. For her whole life, she was afraid everytime she opened her maw to speak, but now she could speak up, but she knew her limit.

"Shako," she sighs to herself, sitting down. Her heart felt heavy, like a stone that clammered in her breast, thumping cruely against her inside. The pack is growing, she knew it...and for some reason, the instinct in a female was more keen of this than that of a male. She had a feeling that itched inside of her, that perhaps more cubs would come...but if Ge-Rad lost precious Vargs, would they ever be able to replace them? Cubs, no matter how cute or warm, could never replace anyone.

Yelae was nearly pure white, save for the firey enferno that was caught on her chest like the flame of her heart. It was...abnormal, for usually the chest of a Varg was lighter than the pelt; Yelae was snow-white, so that ment she should be all white, but the orange on her chest threw everyone off-guard. Even that did not lighten as most pelt does in the winter; instead it was just as bright as ever, in contrast to the graying world that she now knew of.

A howl echoed through the forest, and her keen ears were perked up towards the sound. She knew that call from anywhere: Shako. Her heart thumped madly, now knowing that her other half had been found, and she let out her own, airy howl that resembled one of a small coo. It was not loud, for this she-Varg was not known to be loud, but audable and pure. Her chest swelled with utter happiness as she sped towards the direction her mate was, taking a break from her job.

"Shako!" she cried out happily as she came within some good tail-lengths from him. She came up against him and licked his muzzle in both greeting and to express her love. She noticed his pelt was lighter, and it was almost as white as her pelt, though even the snowed envied the white that she possessed. Winter was coming, and it would be lonely without Shako to warm the core of her body.

((Wow, that is my longest post on this site...a bit depressing, actually...))

[Shakó]

[glow=black,2,3]White auds stood erect to the sound of his name, as the white wolf leapt to his paws. It wasn’t out of surprise, but rather happiness. He knew who called his name, he could recognize that beautiful voice anywhere. “Yelae,” he said in a purring sort of tone, yet joyful. His white tail wagged as his gold eyes shone brightly with happiness, and love for the beautiful white wolf.

He licked her muzzle in response, and affection. “How have you been, love?” he asked, nuzzling the orange fur on her chest. Another strong wind blew, rustling his fur, sending a shiver down his spine. Shakó stood beside Yelae, blocking the wind from her body. “Here, lay down in this brush. It’s much warmer, and blocks the wind.” he offered, motioning with his muzzle to the spot he laid down earlier on.

Looking back on the white fae, he could almost sense a kind of sadness among her. It made his heart wilt, to see his love so sad. Shakó let out a wine, that burned his throat, making his eyes warm. Dark times were coming, and perhaps the upcoming war had disturbed the white beauty’s happiness. Not to mention, so much has happened in the past moons, that could make any Varg sad and depressed. He just hoped that Yelae wasn’t one of the victims. “Tell me, what is wrong?” he asked lightly, his deep male voice smooth. He put his head over her neck, his body pressed up beside hers, to give her warmth and comfort. It was easy to tell with wolf was which, for Yelae's coat held a powdery white, almost whiter that snow. Shakó’s coat, however, held a darker hue. “I don’t like to see you so sad, Yelae. I want to do everything in my power to make you happy.” he wispered in her white ear.[/glow]

[Yelæ]

She greeted his warmth with gratitude as he nuzzled her and let his pelt warm her own, down to the flesh of her heart. She was sad, and he could tell, but many knew her as a solemn she-Varg with a quiet disposition. She looked towards the sky for a moment, unsure on how to word the thoughts that now swam through her head like spring's fish. These dark moments made her mind wander aimlessly back to her old pack, and it seemed like they were on her mind at some moments in time. Even the occaisional blood-red sunset caused her horrible memories to stir and her heart to pound as though caffine ran through her veins.

'We shall go to war against our neighboring pack for land!' the light-orange female stated, leaping up on top of a flattened boulder. She shared the same beauty as Yelae, so she was none other than Yelae's own dam. Her sire, as well, stood beside her. But, however, as the daughter of the previous Alpha, Rose, and the firstborn of all cubs, she was looked up to as their main Leader. The way this pack worked was much like how a monarchy worked.
'Lives will be taken, but the pack is plentiful, and our daughter is a willing candidate to be the first to run into the battle.' her father staes, his eyes gleaming hungrilly. This was his attempt, as well as his mother's, to rid of her quickly. All Vargs knew the first to run into battle was the first to die. However, Yelae was not expecting this and she rose her head in alarm. She was nearly a year old, and they put this weight on her shoulders? How dare they...!
However, luckilly for her, a rather strong-headed male called out to the pack's leaders, challenging that fact that Yelae was unworthy of being honored with the sacrifice of her life for the pack, and they reconsidered. B'jaa, that very male, died a gruesome death with his head torn off.
Blood had been heavy in the air for quite some time after that, but they won and that was that. It nauseated her, the smell, but she was shortly forced out.

Her mind retracing back to the present, she let her eyes rest in Shako's own loving gaze. She opened her maw to speak, but shut it, trying to think of how to word it. When one speaks, one does not think over their words carefully, and it may become rather "disoloured" while spoken. She found it easier to hesitate, though it was both nature and out of kindness.

"Dark times lie ahead, Shako," sighs Yelae, looking downward and away. "The winter will be long and dreadful, and you, as a proud warrior, will be gone from my side as the war between the packs begin. Being your mate, I only feel whole with you by my side. I'd die if you never returned..." She looks back towards him, her usual quiet voice growing even more quiet as she spoke these words, "I left my pack to avoid violence, and it still baffles me why we must fight. We say we are nothing like man, but they fight wars, too. I fear..." she takes a sharp breath, the cold air burning her throat, "I fear we are becoming as horrible as they."

((You may notice a quote from the 4th Harry Potter movie in this post...^.^))

[Shakó]

//posting! I didn't forget about this thread!//

[Yelæ]

((You better not of! ))

[Shakó]

//Nope, I'd never. And I think I found the line. "Dark Times lie ahead"? I gotta watch the movie again. LOL!//

[glow=,2,3]Shakó waited patently for his love’s response, he knew she was a careful thinker. She was a wise wolf, indeed, always one to think before speaking. But sometimes, he wondered if she was too frightened to say anything, for often she would remain speechless.

Golden gaze followed the saddened fae’s muzzle to the heavens, as if the fae was to look for answers. Her trademark blue green eyes clouded over with thought, or memory, at least. Shakó gave another small wine, his nerves growing on end.
But now Yelae opened her maw, as if to say something; only to close it once again. He gave a nod of his head, perhaps unnoticed, to urge the words out of his mate’s maw. But as she spoke, realization came into mind once again, of the darkness that would soon surround the pack. Somehow, he knew this was the source of Yelae’s pain. He just hoped that he could cheer her up, for this war is unavoidable.

Like always, Yelae’s words were filled with wisdom, but the with warrior could pinpoint the sadness her quiet tone held. He nuzzled the beautiful white fae reassuringly, some things he couldn’t make right, even with all the power in the world. “To tell you the truth, I am a bit saddened, and nervous myself,” he redeemed. “I feel like I will be leaving a part of myself behind. But you can give me the strength to fight, the strength to return alive.” It was true, his words. But still, the white warrior was a bit uneasy about fighting. Most of all, he was a bit uneasy about the pack he was fighting. Like Draeg had said, it was likely he would see his sister on the battle field. That is what scared the male the most. That and leaving his mate behind.

Shakó liked the female’s muzzle again, her words still echoing in his mind. “We must fight to remain free, Yelae. To fight for justice. Not like my old pack, the pack I was born into. The pack I was born into would only fight for power, for land.” Shakó gave a shake of his head in disgust. “If that was anything like your old pack, we are nothing like them. We will fight for our lives, and freedom. For the lives and freedom of future vargs.” he finished calmly. But in fact, calm was not at all running through his veins; but nervousness and worry. “As long as you delicate white paws touch the earth’s cold crust, so will mine.” he added as a sprit lifter, with meaning in his words. [/glow]

[Yelæ]

"Shako..." she says suddenly, realizing something that was rather straightforward yet forgotten, "We have been mates for quite some time...but we know nothing about our other packs..." Yelae shakes her head at the suddeness that she had spoken this, almost punishing herself for the bluntless and almost demanding words that she had spoke. She stands, looking at him with her large green-blue eyes, taking him all in as though she was frightened of forgetting him. Wars brought death, and she did not want her mate to be at the God's doors.

The sky had grayed over throughout their conversation, and tiny flurries began to descend, clocking the land in a thin layer of white powder that dimmed the colour of the grass. The mournful cry of a raven peirced the air, searching for those few birds who had not yet departed for warmer climates. Like her, it was lonely, and though she was besides her love...one whom she would spend her entire life with, she could not help the feeling of lonliness.

"Shako, I know I can't hide my sadness as easilly as others do...and I shall admit I feel rather lonely knowing that you will be away. I barely know any other Varg in this pack other then Lydair, and the winter nights will be cold without you. I know this is obvious and rather cliched, but...oh Shako," she turns to him, licking his maw and resting her head on his paws, "I love you..."

[Shakó]

//sorry for the wait. Was busy, and had to think.//

White ears perked toward his mate, as she mention the standings of their birth packs. A deep growl threatened to escape his throat, for Shakó wasn’t too fond of his old pack. “Yelae,” he asked calmly curiosity burning within the white male. “Why do you thrive on the memory of your old pack?” His head was now cocked, his golden gaze filled with curiosity. “I mean, every now and then, I too remember my birth pack. And I know it was such a big part of your life, but-” Shakó sighed, his gaze turned upward at the pink and gold stricken sky, as Fernis began to settle behind the mountains. Shakó could see it’s glow more fully, now that the trees have shed most of their leaves; and even though gray clouds have covered the blue sky.

“Sometimes, it’s best to leave the past, the past. That’s what Cal told me, many moons ago.” he said simply, eyes still on the sky. As tiny white flakes began to fall, Shakó could vividly remember some the clearer nights. Even though it was still light out, he could still see half of Tor, and tiny dots starting to appear. But in all reality, the sky was growing dark and gray, like Tor knew of the upcoming war; or was very depressed. “It’s just that, our birth packs were so horrible. I don’t know about you, but I certainly do not wish to know it’s status.” But as soon as her muttered his last sentence, he knew he was kidding himself. Half of him did want to know where the pack stood, and what his mother and siblings were up too. But his father- he could care less. The Dragga wanted nothing but power, and the perfect pack.
Now his gaze turned over to Yelae, as her nuzzled her affectionately. “But don’t worry,” he purred, re enforcing her that she did nothing wrong.

Sadness overturned the young male, as his mate voiced her sadness. “I have to admit, I too will be lonely without my white mate by my side.” he said with a half smile. The smile was not out of happiness, but as an effort to cheer up the beautiful white Varg that stood beside him. White eyelids slid over his gold eyes, as an image appeared in his mind’s eye. “But I can see you, when I close my eyes.” he began to describe. “A beautiful fae, her coat whiter than any snow that had fallen from the heavens above. A dapple orange chest, one very unique and admiring. The most beautiful blue green pools these eyes have ever set gaze on,” he finished, re-opening his eyes. “I will be lonely without you, no doubt. But your presence in my life has left an everlasting impression upon my soul. When I close my eyes, I see you, Yelae.” A grin tugged at his white lips. Through all this darkness, he was glad to find happiness, and love.

Shakó placed his white head lightly upon Yelae’s. “I will never stop loving you, my beautiful Yelae. No matter what happens, I will always love you.” he whispered lovingly. A though came over his clouding mind, the same though that would swim upon his mind for a while now. “Perhaps-” he began, slowly, but gaining speed and confidence; “After the war is over, and darkness has faded away, we could start a family of our own.”

[Yelæ]

A family...

"Shako," she says playfully, the somberness evaporated from her voice at this moment as she thought of cubs. "Hasn't Ge-Rad grown enough these past few moons?" Yelae smiles, her eyes and warming the cold. "Perhaps, one day...yes, one day, when Tor shines over the night ground, and Fenris glows with warmth of the passing of this...this darkness, we will have a family."

She rests her head on his side, looking out into the blank nothingness of the winter sky. "And when you are gone to war, I shall be waiting for as long as it lasts. Right here, in Ge-Rad, and nowhere else. I promise."

((Bahness! >.<))

[Shakó]

Shakó smiled warmly, for at last his mate’s tone had lightened. “Yes,” he agreed. “The pack has indeed grown quite a bit. But still, wouldn’t it be nice? To have cubs of our own to raise?” he asked, a grin upon his white maw. “Of coarse, I mean after the war. When things have calmed down, and the seasons change to warm, and the flowers bloom colors. Perhaps then, we could have a family to raise.” It was sure enough enlightening, with positive talk about a family. It certainly put Shakó in a much better mood, and it seemed like Yelae was too. The white male snuggled closer to his mate, a playful grin tugged at his white lips.

Most of all, he was glad to hear that Yelae will remain, even through the darkness. But for some reason, Shakó didn’t need to hear it. He rather knew, in his heart, that she would stay. Still the words were comforting. “Thank you,” Shakó whispered, his eyelids starting to droop. The sky was now a navy blue, as Tor shone through the clouds. “Now, I think it is a good time to rest,” he mumbled sleepily, with one last “I love you.” With warmth, the white wolf plummeted into darkness, into the endless possibilities and dreams.

//Bla post! Sorry! I'm out of ideas.//