~Nostalga(My cubs, Lydair, cwen, ge-rad)

[Koan]

"The future was shining on into eternity..." he said, his amber orbs showing emotion again, a poisonous intention that resonated with the very core of his lupine being. He felt alone in this world, having realized that no matter what, for bettter or worse, he could never actually understand another Varg. It was that simple; he no longer had the empathy that he had once held so dear. His precious ability to anaylze a situation had slowly slipped from him, leaving only the memory of it, as if it had only been a dream, a brief shard of lucidity.

He turned his gunmetal skull to the heavens, longing for past times, despite the fact he knew they would never come again. He was not so foolish as to not realize that times would change, and the young mate and father felt a sudden need for his family, for his pack. He needed something constent suddenly, and thus, he threw back the shark gray cranium, casting forth a pierceing call to the heavens. It was a call that seemed to pierce the very skies, rending the very core of the world with its suddeness and full quality.

[Kaemon]

The reddish tan pup rolled on his side, his mouth opened wide to let his pink tongue roll out of his mouth. It was obvious that the pup had just awaken, surrounded by a bed of chewed sticks. Kaemon got up from his bed of dirt, it was warm enough for the snow to melt now. Shaking his fur, dirt flew in directions unknown as Kaemon stretched his forelegs, letting his slightly curled tail stick out straight behind him.

Even though Kaemon was still a cub, he was growing up- and fast. Though not full grown, he was certainly close. But it he stood next to his mother, his head would come up to her shoulders. Lighter rings around his large chocolate eyes began to show, as well as a more tan-ish color began to drown out the red tint. A cream, almost stream like marking ran from his muzzle to his underbelly, splashing on his chest and legs; along with the insides of his small rounded ears.

Pawing the ground with his left paw, Kaemon searched for the remains of his broken and chewed stick, with no luck. Giving a sort of shrug, the cub began to pad though Ge-Rad’s bare lands, in search of a stick work tossing about or chewing on.

Only did Kaemon stop, to hear a piercing cry bolt though the skies above. The cub’s head quickly turned northward, his eyes searching for the source; a large, gray, battle scared male, Koan: Kaemon’s father. Letting a smirk flicker on the mischievous pup’s face, the youngest of the three headed though the forest, and great stealth. Well, great for a cub, that is. Only did he halt when he saw the gray pelt of the male himself, about twenty tails away.

Kaemon lowered his head, making his spine perfectly straight from nose to tail. With each paw step, he crept forward, eyes on the male’s back. He was now fifteen tails- fourteen tails- thirteen tails- twelve- GO! Putting forth all his effort, Kaemon grasped the ground with his claws, letting debree fly behind him. One mistake, though, was he let out a small yelp out of excitement, as he lepted playfully at his father.

[Lydair]

((( Posting real soon, Koan my dear. )))

[Kaemon]

//Oh, and is it still snowing? when we RP? Really, I have no idea. It doesn't snow here. If it is, I'll change my post.//

[orin]

//Lol. I'm not getting much snow where I'm at either. //

The howl pierced the heavens and fell over the Ge-Rad terrain like the delicate snowflakes did now. The tranquil slumber of the black fae ended abruptly as the cry touched her auds, pulling her from her troubled dreams. Her eyes lids slowly drew back revealing stunning, dark violet eyes that cut through the bleak and gray surroundings. They blinked away the weariness that called them to close one more, but the Varg did not. Instead she roused her self to her paws, stretching.

The breeze chilled Amaya to the bone. It was small but terribly frigid. Winter, She sighed, her breath freezing around her muzzle. If only there was as much beauty as there was cold. Though the white laden trees, and blanketed ground were fairly alluring the femme never found the bitter weather all that attractive, and from past events in her cub hood she refused to accept it. Yet she found it more pleasing than summer with its blistering heat.

The true thing the black she-wolf did like about Winter was the air. It was cleaner, fresher and more pure. Flowing down her throat and into her lungs like liquid mercury. Cleansing her from the outside in.
But Amaya broke away from her thoughts and started her trek to wards the howl.

It was the sudden squeal of a cub that told the warrioress she was near. Soon the thin figure of a pup bound forward caught her dark purple eyes. Her was shaded in with tans and orange hue hues, she she recognized the little dragga as Lydair's son. Not far off stood a much old Varg, his pelt was a steely coloration of gray and black. Yellow eyes glowing like two minute, flaring stars. Koan. The beta's mate. She knew it must of been him who called. Her gate slowed into a steady amble as she approached. But thinking better of it Amaya simply sat, letting the pup have his fun.

[Koan]

(posting here soon. I promise. My apoligies to ya'll who posted here. Lifes been... interesting, to say the least. And I'm sick. So.. Yeah. I'll post soon. ^^;;

[Cwen]

Padding back and forth from one pine tree to another, Cwen had been driving herself into a crazed state. She was now so worried by Draeg’s disappearance to find their son and also worry for Kop’s own safety, that she had become almost ill with it. Her once so strong body built healthily with strong muscle was now slowly withering. Her eating habits had lessened and now her mind could only focus on worry. Due to malnutrition, the silver Drappa’s once so perfectly sleek and shiny grey pelt was beginning to grow dull and unkempt. The skin around her neck and belly was beginning to sag somewhat due to the loss in weight. Cwen was being eaten alive by her own thoughts and tormented mind.

The Drappa had had little time to spend now a days with her pack and knew almost nothing of their business. She had lost nearly all contact with them from the last gathering she had taken on. The last encounter had only brought her grief to an untimely peak and her fury towards those who had caused it, namely the Listern faemme Renn, had soared so far that she may have even took a strike at her own Beta if she was not using all her will power to control herself.
Instead, she secluded herself into the vast forest of her territory and remained hidden from them all. She wanted desperately to be alone. To be free once more. To carry only the worries she once held within her fragile heart when entering this strange land. Before she met Huts, before she met Draeg and Nocturnia. Before any of this had happened. With only the grief of her lost mate Kop and the pups they had together who were born still and lifeless. That alone was baggage enough for her. But to then find out that her pack and precious mother had perished to an inknown disease within the mountains…it only brought further sorrow to her shattered heart.
Relief had finally come to her of course on meeting and courting with Draeg. But the roles that played out after…well they did not settle well on her heart, despite the wonderful things they shared together.

Her trail of thought was suddenly cut off by a howl that poured out over the lands and reached her ears in a deafening fashion. It had been so long since Cwen had heard anything other than the voice within her head that it seemed like an arrow had struck her head. Staggering to the side in fright, the silver faemme’s weary grey orbs looked up and towards the direction it came from. She knew that voice…though not as well as her mate. It was his son…her own stepson. Quirking an aud with curiosity to why he was letting his heart out into the cry, Cwen had finally found something that had taken her mind off her own troubles.
Cwen was now desperate for the company of other - now that she had torn herself away her own thoughts – the silver Drappa broke into an inquisitive lope that lead her winding through the tall pines and conifers that stood in her way. On reaching a small group of varg, she observed as a young male, the son of Lydair and Koan, leapt on his father with a great joy that Cwen knew well…or at least…had known well. A small flicker of a grin tugged at the corners of her muzzle as she slowly made her way out of the bracken and into view, her rigid tail flicking...though thoughts were now laying dormant within her mind.

[orin]

Amaya admired the cheerful sight as the pup lept upon his father playfully. A new sorrow tugged at the black fae's mind. She had never had such times with her own father, the only periods she jumped on him was in the training fights he made she and her brother to do. A scowl set across her muzzle. Memories, will they ever leave me? She sighed, tearing her gaze away from the scene, only to have her eyes catch another sight. Cwen.

The silver-gray Drappa stood watching also, yet there was something different about her. The femme's figure seem to sag, tail and head drooped, along with her pelt being so shagged and unkept. Then her eyes, once a bright shade of blue where dulled. A frown turned the edges of her lips down. Dreag.

Finally she roused herself, carefully weaving her way through the brush and into view, glancing back at Cwen, wondering if she would follow, then continued. Her muzzle lowering as she approached Koan in respect. He was older than her.

"Hello." She said, forcing a happy tone.

//Really, really b-a-d post.//

[Koan]

Too much at once, and he overloaded, nearly snapping at his own son. He felt the impact of a small furry body, and flinched, his head whipping around, about to break into a furious growl. It didn'tthough, as he recognized the tan cub, and the voice with which he had yeped. He paused, those amber orbs softening, and with a small grin and a low growl, he pushed his cub off of him. He planted one big paw gently on his sons now-exposed belly, and pushed gently. "Kaemon!" He growled, a happy chuckle escaping him. "Son... how are you? I'm sorry... that I've been gone so long."

He saw Amaya, but ignored her for now. This was a moment for he and his son, and Koan would keep it that way. Again he turned his head, glancing at his stepmother, Cwen, his eyes gentleing again. She seemed worn, thin, stretched, like a band of steel about to break. He walked over to her, his old anger forgotten, and, despite himself, gave her a small nuzzle before dipping his head below hers. "Cwen... how are you holding up?"

[Kaemon]

Kaemon felt a sudden force, as he toppled to the ground belly up, and felt a large paw placed on his soft belly. The delighted tan pup chirped joyfully, his slightly curled tail wagging. “Hey dad! You‘re back!” Kaemon yipped, it had been a long time since he had seen his father. Though, now, he was happy to see him back, and hoped he would stay.

But something seemed to be bothering him, Kaemon could tell. Rolling over, Kaemon came to rest on his tan haunches, his head cocked with wonder. “What’s wrong? You’re staying now, right?” he asked, his chocolate eyes pleading, his voice almost cracking. He pushed his reddish tan head against his father’s chest, ears pinned back. “Please don’t leave again,” he said simply.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black coat of Amaya, and the silver coat of Cwen. It seemed as though Koan didn’t see Amaya, but he did see Cwen. Kaemon watched as Koan approached Cwen; the steely gray pelt of his father’s moved airily, as muscles rippled under it. He wondered secretly where his father had gone all this time, and what he was doing.

[Cwen]

Cwen remained standing where she was as Koan approached, his head dipped slightly whilst giving her a soft nuzzle so affectionate that she stepped to the side slightly and pinned her ears, a subtle whine escaping her muzzle. She didn’t want to seem inconsiderate to his affection, it was just that the silver Drappa had not felt such love and kindness in so long. To have another treat her with such affection seemed alien now since Draeg had left. As he asked how she was coping, her auds pressed even harder against her head and a grin tugged at the corners of her maw. Letting a sigh pass her lips, Cwen sat back exhausted onto her haunches as she passed both Amaya and Kaemon a gentle glance before laying her dull grey hues back on Koan’s. “Ah, not so good I’m afraid. I feel like a failure to this pack…and to Draeg…and most of all to Kop…” she whispered lightly to him – making sure the others could not hear her. Suddenly, her once dominant gaze fell and avoided that of a varg lower in status. It was unnatural…but at this moment in time, Cwen was not the same varg she once was.
Pressing her ears once again against her cranium, the senile faemme peered fearfully up at Koan and curled her tassel round her haunches. Giving her muzzle a sharp shake, she allowed a cursing growl to scold herself before lifting her head into a higher position and putting on a hard coat to hide her delicate frame. “But that is not important. What matters is where you have been. I see that little Kaemon here has missed you greatly – not to mention Lydair,” she said in a stern tone, a frown slightly furrowing her brow. But suddenly realising how cruel she had been to him after he had seemed so gentle to her, Cwen’s eyes softened and she gave him a light nudge with her muzzle. “It’s good to have you back son,” she smiled slightly.

((Man have I lsot my muse ))

[Koan]

"Heh. Where I have been is a question best left to the void, my dear Drappa. Let's just leave it at that. I feel though, now, that perhaps, maybe, just maybe, I'm back to the person I once was." He turned his muzzle to his son gently. "I've missed them all as well....I... think perhaps now, I can father them... I" He turned to her. "I think if anything is to be told, I'll tell you in private. It's... something I don't want many people knowing... besides...it has to do with you more then anyone currently here, Cwen."