Whatever Should Happen...//Uskiya, Ge-Rad//

[Yelæ]

The frigid cold of the darkened midnight of this land allowed fluries of snow to fall from the heaven's above, and the full gaze of Tor shone warmly down from the coal-black sky; even the glow of the moon appeared cold however as the flurries thickened to large crystals of snow. It was quiet, the sort of sound one should expect to hear in such weather, yet it was a bothersome sort of quiet. The wind whistled through the trees, causing drafts in even the warmest of dens, but those who were within them were either fast asleep, or out on a nocturnal mission...or worrying.

Aye, was she worrying. Fretful more likely. She had pledged herself to a wonderful Varg many moons ago, and was downright pleased with how life was turning out for her. Patches had been sown onto wounds, letting the bitter anger from Lydair become closed to her. Winter would have been pleasant...and at this thought her mind drifted to a recent memory...quite recent compared to most of her rekindling. And it was a sentence, a single sentence that brought out the joy and sadness within her at the same moment.

"Yes, I myself can't wait for winter to begin."

"Shako..." she says blandly into the wind as she blinked her eyes sadly. All know that Vargs have no ability to cry, but the wind that blew into her face caused her eyes to water as they were threatened t be dry. It gave her appearance more pitiful as she sat on the snow, looking up towards the moon. "This would have been our first winter..." she murmurs, "Together...but alas..." she dares not continues as her voice breaks and she lets out a mournful moan.

War...war was upon the packs, and Shako would be gone from her...if not for a month, but forever. Yelae feared that he would die; he could not, he shall not! She tosses her head 'round as she gazes away from the moon, almost angrilly. "Oh Tor, why must this occur, why war...I wanted to escape hate, but I only find myself burried deeper underneath the mass..."

Yelae, Yelae you foolish cub! the voice of her mother rang through her head, You deserved this hate, for you only bring it onto you, Daughter of Wolfbane.

"But I am not his daughter!" she cries out blindly, "I am your daughter...my heart is not encased within the fire of Hell, it is surrounded by orange pelt! My eyes are anything but strange, I am a normal wolf, the same as everyone else...why couldn't you see that...?"

Ah, but do you want to be the same as all?

Did she? This was something she could not answer, and she thrashes her head desperately, trying to rid the voice of the bitch that birthed her. Head growing dizzy from the shaking, she trips, falling into the snow. The cold was welcoming, for she was sweating, and she let her pink tongue fall from her mouth to lick at the snow. It was nearly impossible to detect her now, her coat blending beautifully in the snow, the firey orange of her chest hidden. She opens her eyes and lifts her head, looking up at Tor once again. "Whatever should happen, I shall stay here, in this pack...in my home, until the war is over and Shako returns. Only then will I explore the vastness of the land to meet other...Whatever should happen, I'll be here..."

((Please let Uskiya post first, and let us have a few good rounds of posts before joining in. I do really wish to RP with her for some time...))

[Uskiya]

The snow flurried about the gray varg's face, her fur a thick wall against the cold. It was the first time she had ventured from her den since her pups were born. They were sleeping now and being watched. Hopefully not causing any damage.

She let out a soft chuckle as she thought of her pups running a muck. The soft distant voice of a varg caught the grey patterened auds, her golden orbs scanned the area but there was nothing. The pack lands seemed slightly quieter now that the war was threatening the pack's saftey. HEr thoughts touched Cal, she wondered if he would be out gathering information for their Dragga. It was dangerous to do so, as she had found out when Cal had barely made it to the boundaries of Ge-rad alive.

The moon shed light out amongst the snowy lands, it lighted upon paw prints. Uskiya lowered her head to try to pick up the scent of who it might be. They were hard to place the scent to. though they did smell familar. She closed her eyes momentarily to keep the wind from drying them, as they opened the moon light had faded slightly, leaving the world somewhat darker.

Up ahead there was a wolf lying in the snow, but the golden eyes of Uskiya did not rest upon the varg, she looked sideways, blinding herself from the other. Not knowing that anyone was out here. Previously she had heard a howl, which was why she had ventured out here, but now she had been distracted. She let out a sigh, wondering whether her mate would be sent out to do his duties soon. His pups were still young and needed him, but Uskiya knew what she was gettting into when she first came here, this was just going to be her life.

[Yelæ]

Sensing another's prescense, it made her body clench. At this moment in time, she had a small, pounding headache that had threatened to crack her head. It felt as though her very mind would split. But it was wearing away as quickly as it had come. She yawns, and now it was merely a faint throb as she stood and shook the snow off her white pelt. Blinking back the moist snow that had somehow entered her eyes, the blurry form of a she-Varg comes into a clear veiw, and she lets out a gasp in suprise.

"Uskiya?" she murmurs quietly, so she would not alarm the new mother. Yelae had a feeling that she had blended into the snow, and the she-Varg must not have noticed her. "Shouldn't you be...with your pups...?" she spoke slowly, unsure what to say. Did she hear my little rant? the red-breasted female though to herself, Is she did...does she think I'm mad...? Shaking her head again, she lets a small, meek smile dwell on her maw.

"So, what brings you out here, away from your warm den into the cold open of the world?"

[Uskiya]

She sat quietly, the cold air ripling her fur and giving her a new sense of being awake. The sudden voice of Yelae startled the gray fae. Her paws whirled her around to face the other varg. But her features were soft and friendly when she viewed Yelae.

"I was able to escape from my pups for some time. I figured Cal needed some time with them." She smiled. "What are you doing out here?" She glanced around but didn't say anything when she didn'e see Shako. She knew Shako and Yelae to be mates and found it slightly odd that he not be around. But when most of your time was spent in a den there were manythigns you were not told.

Uskiya had only spoken to Yelae briefly, when she had congratulated Uskiya on her pups. There was not much for the gray fae to say. But surely they had something in common. She looked to the snow that fell from the sky, to the snow covering the trees.

"Do you like winter?" Uskiya looked to Yelae, perhaps a little talk on winter could bring the two vargs to something they both could speak of. But though Uskiya tried, she couldn't help but think that the war would tear Cal away from hre again, that he would be forced to do his duties more ferevently than before. What if he didn't return for many moons at a time?
"Shako will be gone then, I mean with the war and all." She turned to look at Yelae again, hoping that her comment wouldn't upset the she varg.

[Yelæ]

"Ah," says the quiet she-Varg, looking down at the ground uncomfortabley. Though she was not the Sikla of the pack (she doubted they even had one), she still acted as though she had little importance around others, unless Shako was with her. Even Lydair found it easy to snap at Yelae, though she thought they had made-up over the whole mate matter.

"I do like winter...but not as much as spring. I thought I would enjoy this years winter, due to the fact it is the first winter with a real pack, and my mate. But with the coming of the war...Shako being...gone, I pressume it'll be just another, well, winter if you understand what I mean..."

Looking up at the sky, she watches the gleaming orb of Tor that loomed overhead. It was either haunting or warming, and she knew not of this feeling. Perhaps it was a sense of longing almost. "Perhaps, perhaps," she says, turning to Uskiya slowly, "I should join in this war, and then I could help. And be with Shako. The pack needs all of us, no matter what we do, and though our pack is large it consists of mainly cubs. I could help with being a warrior...but I'm, afraid."

((Heh, still not the best of posts, but...))

[Uskiya]

Uskiya watched the white she varg, wondering what it was that kept her quiet a lot of the time. "I did not mean to upset you, Cal will probably be fighting as well." A small smile spread across the gray fae's maw. "Spring is not so much my favorite season, but I believe I am wishing for it sooner than normal."

The forest was unusually quiet, at least it seemed so to Uskiya, probably because her pups were not around to make the noise. "I think you would fair well in the war, you are brave and to fight alongside with your mate...." She trailed off for a moment before she was able to find her voice again. "But it won't be just another winter, you have all of Ge-rad and your mate, though he may be gone it's not like the winters before." She stood and shook the snow from her fur before taking in a breath. "Tell me something Yelae, why do you act as though you only matter to Shako?" It was an obvious question for Uskiya to ask, but she had noticed this many times before. Perhaps the she varg was merely shy and timid like Uskiya herself had been. Though she didn't want Yelae to feel like she had to answer the question if she wished not.