Renn
Sikla
Adolescent of List
Renn's Status: In Love & Lust
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Post by Renn on Jan 11, 2006 13:09:18 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]((I got permission from Draeg))
The aching pain in her thigh had never ceased to throb, but instead, increased as the she-wolf in which it had inflicted itself upon staggered forward through the forest. The source of the pain was deep within the golden haunche of the faemme, for embedded in the tissue of her muscle were three iron arrowheads, and unfortunately, only one stick remained on top of one arrowhead, the other two, had broken off on the journey. Renn was making her way through the forest, searching for the pack, Ge-Rad. Her golden pelt was streaked dark with sweat, and bristling wildly with shock of what had just happened. Emerald orbs flashing, Renn could not stop the painful memories from flowing back through her mind. Not but a few days ago, Renn had made an arrangement with the grizzled Mann, Kop, Son of Draeg and Cwen. The two were both experiencing feelings for each other, both of them tormented by their hormones in pure physical attraction. But that attraction had deepened, metamorphposised into a whole new experience, for Renn. The golden faemme had fallen head over heels in love for Kop, each moment spent without him a subtle torture to her mind. The two Vargs had met up, ignoring the pillar of smoke that rose above them, a warning of Man, and had talked, chatted really. The rest was blown away by the attack. Men had come, with dogs and horses and flying sticks. Three had pierced Renn in the flee, and...and Kop had been killed.
At least, to Renn's mind the grizzled youth had been murdered by the humans, but in truth, Kop was a prisoner to them, forced to live with them for a while, tortured by them. Renn's love for Kop was strong, and to anyone who had known her well, she was a shell of what hse had once been, a husk of her true wild-faemme self. Her usually blazing emerald orbs were dull and staring, sadnes shining in their depths. If a Varg was blessed with the ability to cry, Renn would have been drowned on her tears by this time, but instead, a Varg is left with no way of showing their pain. The golden adolescent had ignored the borders of Ge-Rad terra and was deep in the the heart of Ge-Rad, the surroundings blurring as she sort out the Pack. All Renn could see was Kop's fine muzzle, his glowing grey eyes, his ready smile. The scents of the Ge-Rad Vargs were fresh arround this area, and instantly, Renn recognised it. A mixture of emotions brew a storm inside her abdomen as the golden faemme realised this was where she had met Kop for the second time, and truly come away with attraction and crush, smitten by the youth.[/glow]
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Post by Firefly on Jan 11, 2006 19:39:54 GMT -5
Firefly ran swiftly through the lands of Ge rad, her cyan orbs glistening as she ran through the snow. Firefly was fond of the snow though she hated the snowstorms that she would soon witness. Fly slowed her run, her pink tongue now hanging out as she exhaled and inhaled deeply. Her breath a cloudy vapor amidst the frozen air.Firefly stepped a few steps forward and she shook out her pelt, ridding the powdery now that had settled among her tan coloured fur during her short run.
Her fur was short and bristled and her pelt thinner then the average varg. But then again she was not the average varg. She was a hybrid, part wolf and part dog. her ears were long and soft, and sometimes they would lean to one side but not flop over. Fly scented the air and licked it. Her cyan orbs widened. There was a stranger in the Ge rad lands.
Like lightening Firefly streaked out and began to run, run toward the varg that she had scented in the air. But there was something more to it. There was the scent of drawn blood in the air. And this news aroused Firefly's suspicions. She knew of the war but surely this was not one of the balkars ready to penetrate the Ge rad was it? Firefly slowed her pace as she spotted a varg of golden in a clearing. Firefly snarled, her growl not as deep as that of a wolf. But it would suffice. She neared her senses now alert and sharp as she headed forward to see this stranger. Fly was not present when the same femme had arrived in Ge rad. So she was completely unaware that she was not a total stranger to Ge rad.
Firefly barked to her as she headed toward her to investigate. She looked at the varg and she could tell that it was injured. Firefly padded forward, this wolf...was from List. Firefly snarled. Though her best friend, Gryffin was from List, Firefly could not forget their link that they held so deeply with the balkar. They were to battle in the war if Serg chose. Firefly did not want to fight against Gryffin nor her mate. Though she wondered why the she wolf was here. Firefly padded forward, "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Firefly addressed but as she padded toward her she could scent the smell of Ge rad varg on her. It was faint but Firefly could just recognize it. It was a pup named Kop. Fly barked, "Where have you been? Why are you injured like so? And why is kop's scent all over you?" Firefly barked. Though Kop was not from her litter, Firefly still protected the Ge rad. She eyed the she wolf. But Firefly knew better then to jump to conclusions. Though amidst the scents of fear, chase, blood,List, and kop. Firefly could scent the smell of humans.
Firefly padded over to Renn and eyed the lone arrow shaft that stuck out from the wolf's flank. Firefly scented it and it sent a shudder through her as well as a faint memory that flashed before her eyes. There she saw humans, more then one in front of her. Their hands were reaching forward and Fly could sense that they were petting her, the humans scent was traumatizing as it was stronger then ever. The hybrid yelped and shook her head, her eyes opening, though she never remembered closing them. She looked to the arrow and then to the femme's eyes. Firefly panted lightly and stepped back. "Man...." the tan hybrid uttered. Firefly had forgotten her past, she remembered nothing from when she lived with man. Though she could remember snippets. And with the help from Draeg, her mate. She could remember some more and finally came to a conclusion of her dog heritage. Anything more she did not know. Little did she know though, that the same group of humans that had attacked kop and Renn was from the village where Firefly had grown up in and had escaped.
Fly looked about, she had to tell the rest of Ge rad. To inform them. Was humans coming? Had something happened to Kop? Was this varg leading the humans here? Firefly did not know, all she could do would be leaving this situation to Kop's father, which was her mate and most importantly the dragga of the pack. With an inhale Firefly's muzzle was pulled into the air and she let out a howl. It was high pitched as she called to the Ge rad.
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Post by Draeg on Jan 12, 2006 22:48:27 GMT -5
Draeg’s eyes were blank with pain as he stood staring down at the assortment of vegetation and fur that had once served as bedding but now lay scattered about the chamber in a heap, an anguished whimper sounding out from his battered maw as he unconsciously ran a heavy paw over the cluttered material. Several suns had passed since the pack had successfully driven Serg and several of his pack out of Ge-Rad after they had been found boldly wandering around within the pack boundaries without Larka’s Blessing, after the battle had ended Draeg had followed Cwen, his mate and Drappa, back their den with the intention of tending to their newborn son, Krael, only to find that in their absence the whelping den had been invaded and that their son was missing. Frantic the pair had alerted the rest of the pack and immediately set out looking for their son, scouring every inch of Ge-Rad but to no avail. In the end they had finally given up upon realizing the futility of their search.
Since then Draeg had spent a great deal of time comforting Cwen and rarely ever left her side, though when he did it would often be to go someplace where he could more in private away from the rest of the pack and even then such excursions were brief. And so the amber Dragga stood staring down at the spot where his son had been born and slept, he could still remember every little detail about the pup from the odd color of his pelt down to the silky texture of his fur. The pup’s scent still hung about the chamber though it seemed to fade with each passing day, soon it would disappear altogether, taking with it the last remnants of Krael’s existence. Draeg cast sorrowful glance around the den, soon this would be all that he had left to remember Krael.
Silently rising to his feet the amber Dragga of Ge-Rad quietly made his way out of the den, emerging from the thicket that marked the entrance to the birthing den and out into the brisk cool air of winter. Not long after his ear twitched as it picked up the faint vibration of another varg calling out in the distance, turning his head in the direction of the alarmed howl the amber varg looked out into the horizon for a moment before tearing through the brush. His feet pounding against the ground Draeg shot through the forest like a bullet, kicking up snow and sending it flying in every which direction as he ran. The wind began to pick up and soon the amber fur was billowing in the air as Draeg found himself running against the fierce gale, as he ran his nose was flooded by an array of different smells, many of them were stale from time or had been diluted due to the amount of moisture in the air however two scents in particular spurred Draeg to move faster. The first that of Firefly, of whom the amber Dragga had taken as his mate along with Cwen and sired a small liter with, and the second was a scent that Draeg was all too familiar with, one that he had grown accustomed throughout the course of his life and made his jaws salver.
It was the scent of blood.
When Draeg finally arrived at the scene the amber Dragga quickly spotted Firefly standing over a the injured form of another femme, as he drew closer he realized that it was the same varg that had shone him a great deal of hostility during his last visit to List and had said to have known her son, Gryffin had called her Renn. Padding calmly over to the pair he looked down at the young pup with same blank, uncaring stare that he was growing accustomed to using, his amber eyes falling upon the single shaft protruding from her flank before turning his attention back towards the bleeding femme and letting out a low growl. “You are a long way from List.” he spoke in a monotone fashion, apparently ignoring her injuries. “Now what is it that you want from us?”
As he continued examining the Listern varg Draeg became aware of a faint scent that seemed to hang around Renn, oddly familiar but barely detectable due to the overpowering scent of blood that clung to her pelt. His hackles raised as a deep feeling of foreboding suddenly washed over him and he cast Firefly a sidelong glance before taking a step closer to Renn to studied the scent more thoroughly, his eyes widening in recognition as a look of fear suddenly passed over his features. “Where is he?” he barked fearfully, his voice rising with each word. “Tell me dammit, where is my son? Where’s Kop?”
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Post by Cal on Jan 12, 2006 23:33:07 GMT -5
(Sorry Lydair, had to get this one off before you. Been starting to work on it last night and won't have much chance to post tomorrow or this weekend. Still want to get my butt back to posting in the pack.
Cal paced himself to a slow walk patrolling the area which marked the Ge-rad borders. Long legs making large footprints in the snow, sighing deeply as his golden orbs continued to scan the environment around him. Ever since the First of the Balkar uttered his unexpected attack, fear has sprung up that he was going to do so again. The brown he-varg had voluntarily asked to patrol the borders himself, knowing that it was still his duty to scout and he had fear for his mate and his cubs. Surprisingly during the last meeting, he had only escaped with only a few scratches and nothing that damaged him too badly. However, there was something that still lingered on his mind. A particular fae from Sarnes by the name of Ember Lily still haunted him. It was a mixture of fear and fascination. Remembering how she padded over to the clearing on that day, her eeirie emerald-gold orbs gleaming. Snarling at the thought of it, Cal’s hackles bristled and slashed at the ground leaving a large mark and dirt flying beneath the snow. This meeting was not going to be the first one between Ge-rad and Sarnes, war was still approaching and that was just a small preview of the bloodshed in the future.
So far in his patrolling, he had seen nothing. The land could not have been anymore silent as everything stood still. A very faint breeze was blowing the white-looking powder off the trees making the ground swirl with snow. The familiar two trees that would lead the trail back to his den, in there were sleeping pups and his mate. Turning around in the opposite direction and padded on. No sooner did his ear twitch and heard something. It was a call, by another varg in the distance. Judging by the call the distance was not so far, and it seemed to be coming from that direction. Was it possible to have another intrusion so soon by the Balkar or Sarnes? Could it be possible that his packmates were in danger? Or worse a death? A mix colour of brown and white streamed across the landscape as the brown-he varg picked up great speed and was determined what was causing the commotion was about. Hopefully, not as bad as he imagined.
When he arrived close to the scene, he heard a faint murmuring which sounded like a lot of vargs talking. The closer he got a mixture of scents from a couple of vargs. One he was unfamiliar, Firefly, and Draeg. But the scene that carried the most was: Blood. Having experience bleeding before Cal could recognize that scent from almost anywhere. Coming to a halt to the trio he stopped, and tiny bits of snow flung at them. Just as he arrived Draeg’s let out a loud bark of questions about his son Kop, and with his yellow orbs Cal could make out his wide eyes and his fearful face. Turning his head slightly he eyed the stranger carefully, he knew where blood was coming from now…Taking a closer look he saw the wounds that man’s weapon had caused her and let out a small growl. Just before his arrive Draeg had mention some about Kop and asking where he is. So his amber son was missing or so it seems. Cal always had sympathy for the Dragga, during Serg’s intrusion a lynx had apparently found his way into the den, and by the looks of it his newborn son Krael died in the attack. It was a sad day for Ge-rad indeed, the varg that toke it most serious was his mother, Cwen. Completely devastated of what happened and since then he hadn’t seen much of the two alphas, both usually alone and Cal could be more than happy to give them their privacy. Right now another son had gotten into trouble, and by the looks of it, things had gotten quite serious.
It toke awhile for Cal to say anything, right now by looking at his Dragga it seemed best not to ask any questions since he won’t have any answers. Instead, he turned and padded over to Firefly and asked, “What happened?”
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Renn
Sikla
Adolescent of List
Renn's Status: In Love & Lust
Posts: 320
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Post by Renn on Jan 13, 2006 12:48:33 GMT -5
Her golden body automatically flinched at Firefly's enquiring bark, but in truth, Renn could not care less that she had been found, in fact, the golden faemme welcomed it. Raising her head slightly, Renn met the Hybrid's cyan orbs and was uncomfortably reminded of Drathlic, the Varg she had befriended. He too, had azure orbs, but his were a mere fault of his genes, not due to a mixed heritage. It was then that it hit Renn that the faemme who had addressed her was Firefly, the tan Hybrid love of Draeg, and therefore close to him. Opening her jaws, the faemme managed to gasp, "I'm sorry," Before her voice box ran out. Instead, Renn was reduced to hoarsley panting, the journey doing more damage than it probably should have done.
Before Renn could continue with her explanation, a familiar scent filled her nostrils and the faemme looked up hopefully, as if Kop was about to materialize before her. But the scent was that of an older Varg, and differed from the grizzled youths in many others way. Besides, it was a dominant scent, the one that only a few days ago, had led Renn to the amber Dragga of Ge-Rad. On cue, Draeg appeared beside her, appearing out of the undergrowth on strong amber legs. For a few moments, Renn could see the blankness of the Dragga's orbs, full of grief and pain, mirroring her own in a different way. It hit the faemme that announcing the death of Kop would not go down too well with Draeg, as the Dragga had recently lost his newborn son by Cwen, Krael. His hostile growl was low and to the point, ignoring Renn's injuries. Wincing slightly, Renn moved her body into a position to look the Dragga full on, and, as if the wind had changed, the dull scent of Kop that had been left on her made itself known. Suddenly, the amber Mann's hackles rose and his pelt bristled with the armour-like fur of the wolf. He drew back his lips in a snarl, displaying healthy gums and shining white fangs. Statled, Renn jerked backwards, wrenching her leg. Instantly, crimson blood began to leave the wound, dripping slowly down her leg to the hard white snow. The pain burned at Renn with white-hot fury and she did not register the prescence of another Varg, a brown Mann, appear beside Firefly.
Back-legs giving way, Renn collapsed forward onto the snow, whimpering in pain. It occured to the golden faemme that Kop had been closest to his sister, Shayla, and it would only be right for her to know first. Temporarily paralyzed in her current position, Renn flicked up her head, emerald orbs glowing with the pain she had recieved, the love she had lost. "Kop. . ." His image filled her mind again, a blurred shadow of him, standing next to his Father. It was a mere hallucination, but Renn fixed her orbs on that spot. Instantly, the image faded from her shell-shocked mind and the faemme rose her head and snarled in anger. "Death!" Drawing back her lips, Renn spat the word louder, so that all may here, "Death!"
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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 Jan 13, 2006 16:26:12 GMT -5
The faemme sprinted furiously through the drifts of snow, shoveling it furiously behind her gangly limbs as she shifted from a breakneck run to a erratic, lunging bound, depending on the thickness of the frozen water. Her gentle visage was a mask of a grim frown, shrouding her bright cyan eyes with confusion and a feral anger. Since Ge-Rad’s lands had been breeched by Serg, Dragga of the Balkar and Sarnes, along with several of his deltas, Lydair had become increasingly wary of any Varg that dared stray too close to the boundaries that isolated Ge-Rad. The fae had been recently appointed beta faemme by her Drappa, Cwen, and had been partnered with her brother Shako for those duties, but her original and close position was the healer, and the brutal fights had left several wounds for her to administer with her healing herbs. The entire pack was in complete shock, though some took to the blood-stained, claw-furrowed grounds better than others; Lydair was one such Varg and although she had mourned for the loss of Cwen’s deceased cub Krael she had sprung back with surprising vigor from the loss and tension that had settled over the pack; her health could be far worse and save the normal toll that winter took the only external wound she had to recuperate from was a heavy gash that had bled her left cheek. It was not an unusually vicious wound but the cobalt hybrid had no doubt it would scar and leave her with an unwanted token of the night’s frays. But the four or five Sarnes wolves the Ge-Radians had engaged was nothing compared to the chancy war that awaited them.
And she was frightened.
Her beloved mate, Koan, was a warrior, and as such his duty was to protect and defend his pack’s homeland. Lydair had no doubt he would survive the battle that was to be waged, but guilt had wrung its worm within her heart. The gun-gray male was still brooding over Lydair’s selection in the matter of a godfather for their cubs; the cobalt beta had truly thought less about the matter and who else was better to protect her young than Nocturnia Diiore, the bear-sized, onyx Varg that had saved her life, as she had his. Yet, little did she know, half of Ge-Rad seemed to hold ancient rifts with the colossal male. Grunting, Lydair shook the thoughts away and concentrated on the source of the quivering howl that had broke her patrol. Nares flaring, the femme’s black lips drew back into a primal snarl as she recognized the scent: List. Little of the pack was known to the hybrid save they were allies with the Balkar, and that was enough. Hackles rising, she completed the last stretch of her trek, coming upon a small gathering of wolves that surrounded the trespasser. Trespasser. The word had changed in meaning for the entire pack, it seemed- only moons ago they would have welcomed the newcomer, with necessary suspicion , of course- but at least this she-Varg, it seemed, had changed. Her cyan gaze narrowed dangerously and as she approached the group, the beta fea recoiled with a fierce snarl. “Man,” she spat as she approached. “You lead Man to us, List femme?” Beside her, Draeg erupted with a string of harsh words- Kop. “Where is my nephew?!” The beta snarled, stretching herself to a full height as she raised her tail, glowering at the femme. “Who are you, and what have you done with Kop!?!” The femme was fond the grizzled male, her mate’s half-brother, and he meant the world to her own daughter, Caoimhe- and this amber femme rank was smothered in his smell, amid the outlying scent of fear, and the undertone of Man. From her side a wooden shaft protruded grotesquely, and a lip was lifted in disgust. Suddenly, her eyes glazed and terrified, the younger List femme threw her head back in a desperate wail. Lydair cried out, her azure orbs widening in first shock and then a horrid anger. “What the hell happened to him, femme? What the hell happened to you?” The healer eyed the wounds, but snorted and didn’t make a move. If Draeg told her to, she would offer her services- the betas hackles slowly lowered, and she took a hesitant step closer, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Tell me,” she whispered, “Exactly what happened. Why do you reek of Man, femme? Did you go LOOKING for trouble, or did trouble find you? And, pray tell, what was he doing with you anyway?” Her voice was cold and monotone as she spoke, as if all emotion had been purged from her soul. Lydair became unreasonably calm, and her gaze did not stray to either Cal or her told hybrid sister, Firefly.
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Post by Firefly on Jan 13, 2006 23:16:24 GMT -5
Firefly stood on stiff legs and her hackles bristled, "what is it femme!" she barked getting impatient, a feeling of worry washing over, churning inside her stomach. Firefly glanced at the arrow wounds and grimaced. But fear came into play. Firefly had forgotten about the humans, but she prayed to Tor that she would never see one of them again.
Fly looked about patiently and hoped that the Ge rad had heard her howl. A rustle alarmed her and Firefly swung around to see the familiar form of Draeg. His expression was grief and it was next to emotionless. Firefly lowered her head and turned her gaze away from Draeg as he walked toward the injured femme. He was regal and Firefly listened silently as he barked at the golden she varg with snarls. Firefly knew what draeg had been going through, but as he had walked toward Renn without showing the faintest knowledge of Fly's presence, Firefly growled. She didn' know what she was feeling.
So she sat on her haunches, a stern frown matted her facade as her cyan eyes bore into Draeg. Ever since Cwen had become pregnant with another litter, Firefly seemed to notice less attention was being given to the tanned hybrid. But that was fine. Firefly was happy for Draeg, another litter even though ti was not hers. Firefly was fine, she was even getting used to it but by the time Krael had been taken, Draeg had spent every ounce of time comforting Cwen. Firefly had to admit, she was saddened deeply for the loss of the pup, as everyone in G rad was. She had been the pups aunt, in a way connected by Draeg. But Firefly had felt lonelier then ever and she had to admit that jealousy that she had already held for Cwen burned brighter then ever and by the time it started to get to Firefly, she didn't know what she was feeling, devastation or jealousy, the young hybrid was caught in a dizzy whirlwind. But now that Draeg had padded by Firefly without even a glance sent a flurry of emotions.
So Firefly sat there silent and she had not even noticed that Cal had padded up beside her until he had spoke into her ear. Firefly twitched and turned her icy cyan gaze onto the brown he varg. "what?" she snapped. Firefly then paused and sighed, remembering what was going on, "That she varg, the injured one there, with the arrow wounds. There's human scent all over her, not only that but she has Kop's scent all over her as well!" Firefly informed, her cyan gaze now watching Renn.
With the arrival of Lydair, Ge rad's beta and healer, Firefly's mind began to clear from her repulsive feelings as she began to growl again. Firefly padded closer to Renn as the Ge rad varg's seemed to surround the wounded she varg. Firefly hoped that nothing had happened to Kop. If so then that would have been another Ge rad loss. Fly whined pitifully though it was quiet. Her hackles continued to bristle as she spotted the varg begin to stutter and twitch. She was finally speaking. I'm Sorry Firefly blinked For what? Fly's eyes widened. "Sorry for what!?" Firefly demanded as she watched the varg get up only to fall back down again painfully. Firefly winced and turned to look away. It was torture, such pain the femme was feeling. Firefly felt pity stirring in the bottom of her wolf dog heart.
But she searched for answers still and with that the femme finally began to tell. Firefly perked up her ears. The femme's words were hard to hear, they were muffled and Firefly found herself craning to tell what the List varg was saying. It was hard but she made out the word Kop. Firefly held her breath as she said something else. Firefly frowned and her ears twitched madly. What did she say?!
Firefly listened as it seemed the rest of the Ge rad vargs was holding heir breath has well, or maybe it was just Firefly. A few seconds later the varg repeated her words but this time as loud and clear as she could, as if she was trying get over with it and get it done. But the words spoken by her blew Firefly off guard, it was not true. Firefly snarled, "Are you LYING Femme!" Firefly barked growling. She better was, thought Firefly, she was better lying. But Firefly turned to look at Draeg and feared for the worst.
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Yelæ
Sikla
Fire-kissed Sikla of Ge-Rad
*-Loving Shak? with all her heart-* Proud Mother of Two
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Post by Yelæ on Jan 14, 2006 10:36:31 GMT -5
An unfamiliar scent hits the Sikla's nose as she was scouting the area, perhaps hoping to pick up a decent meal for the large amount of cubs that seemed to have been born within Ge-Rad. This scent was foreign, and unknown to her. She only had a whiff of two other packs, perhaps even three which have been strong upon these lands. They were Deor, Sarnes, and one particular pack she never heard the name of. Of course, it was the ally of Sarnes, the Balkar; the Sikla did not know that however, but all she knew it was undoubtfully foul and unscrupulious to her senses.
Her tail was hung low as she trotted cautiously towards the commotion, blue-green eyes searching the area until she found a gathering of Vargs. The sound of snarls and barks caused Yelae to take a step back in a mix of fear and horror as she heard the gruesome words of "death." What had happened? Has the war started...? Shaking her head, the white wolf lowered herself and layed her body flat against the snow, so her orange chest would be covered from view and her white pelt blended perfectly in the snow. She inched her way towards the group in a pathetic manner, hiding herself behind a tree and watching warilly to see what was happening. She was here to watch, not to entangle herself in this fight.
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Renn
Sikla
Adolescent of List
Renn's Status: In Love & Lust
Posts: 320
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Post by Renn on Jan 15, 2006 12:31:22 GMT -5
Her emerald oculars were glowing with pain as she kept them fixed on the amber Dragga. Flinching at Lydair's hostile words, Renn permitted herself a quick glance at the Hybrid, at her flashing azure orbs and her bristling hackles. The last question had stung Renn like a wasp and she mentally recoiled, before turning her orbs back to Draeg. Guilt welled up inside her as she realised that though Kop had not cared much for his Father, the amber Dragga had loved his son more than the world, as Renn had come to love the grizzled youth.
"Man." Renn whispered, "Man found us. Their camp was close, but we had not realised that they were so close. They caught us off guard, lying together and facing the opposite direction, and shot arrows at us-" The golden faemme broke off as she remembered the stabbing pain of the iron heads piercing her flesh. Breathing fast, Renn continued in a growl. "Kop realised they were there and called out to me, but not before two arrows had found their mark. We were running fast, I was infron, a third arrow embedded in me. I could hear Kop slow down, so I turned and saw that an arrow had hit his flank. He was slowing down. I tried to help..." Renn flicked her head back to stare directly into Draeg's hostile orbs, desperate to continue, but unable to find the words. "I did try to help...I was running back towards him but...damn tree root made me trip. Kop was caught, surrounded by the dirty beasts. I didn't see what happened, but I heard him cry out and the humans left, obviously thinking I was dead. There was no body, but what reason could Man have to keep a Varg alive?"
The question that Lydair had shot at the golden youth was still burning away at Renn's heart. Of course, Kop would not have told anyone about his close relationship, bar Shayla and Cwen, but it was still hard to accept that their love had been a secret, hidden by lies to survive in the damn War. Anger burned bright in her abdomen, and Renn turned her fierce stare on Lydair, her eyes burning with love as she answered the question. "I loved him, faemme. I loved Kop more than I loved myself and he loved me the same way. You may blame me for Kop's death, but it was because of the damned War that your Pack signed up for that we were forced to hide our love and meet in secret," Pausing for breath, Renn broke the stare and looked back to Draeg. "I know that you probably wish thaty I had died and Kop had lived, any parent would, but I agree with you. Kop deserved to live far more than I do."
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Post by Draeg on Jan 15, 2006 14:50:56 GMT -5
Gradually more of the pack began to arrive on the scene though Draeg hardly noticed as the amber Dragga’s attention was focused primarily on hearing what the injured she-varg had to say about her son. He didn’t seem to care about the fact that she was injured or acknowledge the rest of the packs fear that she might have led man straight to Ge-Rad, had he paid more attention her sadden gaze he would’ve noticed the look of the pain and sorrow, so similar to his own to his own, shining brightly in her emerald eyes. All around the once virgin white snow had been stained a deep crimson as blood seeped out from Renn’s wounds and dribbled down to the frozen surface beneath, it was as though her mere presence was tainting the land. Suddenly she collapsed, her hind-legs giving out on her causing her to topple down onto the tainted snow with little more than whimper of pain. Draeg gave out a furious snarl as he grew even more impatient to learn the fate of his son, taking a menacing step forward and baring his fangs threateningly he gave out another sharp bark. “Speak!” However he nearly lunged for Renn as the blood stained golden femme threw her head back and let out a desperate wail, her words causing his eyes to widen in shock as she confirmed his worst fears.
Shock set in and Draeg unconsciously stepped back away from the wounded femme, his eyes become blank once more as he fell back on his haunches and began staring down at his paws. It couldn’t be, he had already lost Krael, he couldn’t loose another son so soon. He lifted his head to see Lydair and Firefly interrogating the injured youth, asking questions that he should’ve been and trying to learn exactly what happened to their packmate. Rising to his feet he turned his head to look out in the direction Renn had entered Ge-Rad, a slight whimper escaping his maw as he took a hesitant step forward.
He knew that Kop was somewhere out there, alive, probably injured and in pain if Renn’s condition served to tell him anything. Regardless of what Renn might have said or claimed to have seen he did not believe that his son was dead, he wouldn’t, not until he had seen it for himself. “I don’t believe it!” he growled suddenly, padding past Renn. His ears twitched as Firefly’s question reached his ears and Draeg whirled around to face the group, his hackles raised as he pulled his lips back into a fierce snarl and raised himself up to his full height. “Of course she’s lying!” he snapped, his face a mixture of grief and unbridled rage. “Kop’s alive and I refuse to believe otherwise until I’ve seen it for myself! Are we clear?”
Having expended all his anger he stood panting heavily in front of the small procession, a look of determination burning brightly in his eyes as he glanced back over his shoulder towards the horizon again. Renn spoke, her voice barely above a whisper as she explained what had happened. Turning to face her Draeg listened intently as he learned of Kop’s secret affair with the Listern fae and how they had been ambushed during their meet which had resulted in his son’s supposed death. “To fight.” He growled in response to her question. “They would’ve taken him to the pit to use like a hound and fight other lera. You said that you didn’t see them kill him? Or that you didn’t find his body?” He paused and a triumphant smile spread across his muzzle. Kop was alive. It was then Draeg knew what he had to do, he had to leave Ge-Rad. If Kop had been captured then he would find him and bring him back home, even if he had to follow him into the heart of Man’s territory and kill every last one of them. He had decided. “I am leaving Ge-Rad. I'm going to get my son back.”
Turning back to face his packmates Draeg looked to each of them in turn, his features softening as his gaze wandered from one wolf to another until he found himself staring over at Firefly. A deep feeling of guilt suddenly rushed over him and he pinned his ears in shame, knowing that in his grief he had neglected to uphold his duties to Firefly far too often. He padded over to the tan femme with a heavy sigh, stopping when he was barely fly’s width away from her and staring deep into her cyan eyes. “I’m sorry, I haven’t been a very good mate lately have I?” he whined softly, nuzzling her tenderly. “All the times that I wanted to be alone I should’ve come to you, I spent so much time thinking about what I lost and trying be strong for Cwen that I completely forgot about what I still have. You, the kids, and the pack.” Pulling his head back he stared admiringly at her before taking a moment to lick her muzzle and gently press his nose to hers. “I promise that I’ll make it up to you as soon as I get back, but in the mean time I want you to stay here and take care of our children. And could you tell Cwen what happened and watch her for me while I’m gone, I don’t know how she’s going to take this but I know that she’s going to need to someone to stand beside her now more than ever.”
Pulling away from Firefly’s loving touch and turned his head to face Lydair and Cal. “Cal, I would really appreciate it if you could watch Shayla for me. She’s always looked up to you and we both know that she’ll listen to you. Take care of that family of yours. The same goes for you Yelae, I know you're hiding in the bushes so you might as well get out here. Lydair!” he barked, motioning over to Renn. “Are you a healer or not? Take care of her, Gryffin will have my tail if she found out that I sent her back to List looking like this, Fiory too for that matter. Remember that I’m counting on you and Shako to help keep things running smoothly while I’m gone, and make sure to keep that son of mine out of trouble while you’re at it. He’s got enough scars as it is.” Returning his attention back over to Firefly the amber varg nuzzled his mate again and brushed his nose against hers one last time before pulling away from her. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, with Kop. I love you. Be safe and tell Zen and Rai I said goodbye.”
With that Draeg, amber Dragga of Ge-Rad, loving mate of the femmes Cwen and Firefly, and the father of countless varg, turned his back on everything he knew and ever loved. Breaking out into a hard run as he began following the path Renn had taken to Ge-Rad using the scent of her blood as his guide, only stopping for a moment to look back at his packmates and throw his head back in a final howl which echoed throughout all of Ge-Rad before disappearing into the horizon.
"I'll miss you all."
((Well I guess this is goodbye for now, it's been an honor and a privelege to post with every single one of you and I hope to see you all again real soon. Until then, see you around.
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Post by Uskiya on Jan 15, 2006 17:49:16 GMT -5
After the three litters of pups had been born, though Cwen only had one pup. Ge-rad had been turned madly around. Rival packs had been crossing the territories and war was inevitable. But something different stirred the pack terra this day. The scent of blood stirred the Ge-rad pack.
Uskiya was tending to her pups when the scent drifted ever so faintly to the entrance, each pup sleeping in the warmth of their sibling. The gray fae walked to the den's mouth and picked up the scent. Her hackles bristled slightly and she eyed her pups once more. She stepped outside and gthered broken branchs and dead twigs to baracade the den's mouth with. if her pups wished they could easily follow her, but she'd prefer them to stay put. Once in place the baricade provided a camoflague of the den. The pups were safe.
Quickly the fae darted through the forest, th edistance to the blood shortening by every stride. Uskiya skidded to a stop quickly as she recognized the scent of the bloodied varg. The varg was of List, Uskiya knew that the List associated with the Balkar, that was enough to bring her hackles up and her lips curled back. AS she entered the clearing she was able to see most of the pack, her mate Cal was there and Lydair and Firefly and her dragga. The wounded varg lay on the ground and spoke quietly answering the questions Lydair asked. Uskiya was able to make out Kop's name and that he was captured by Man.
Her blood froze and she shivered, she knew Kop as one of Draeg's pups. If he was injured then...she shook her head and watched as Draeg snarled and turned to leave. He bid passing sorrows to the back before lunging off into the forest to find his son. There was no knowing when he would return or if the war would be fought without him.
Uskiya sat back, there was little she could do, Lydair would need to heal the List varg and Cal was to watch Shayla. It appeared that Ge-rad was being put to the test to see if the new pack would stand up. Perhaps she would return to her pups, or she would offer to help Lydair or something. But at this moment she felt odd, as if she couldn't really understand what had just happened. Had Ge-rad's Dragga just left to find his son? It appeared so, since Draeg was no longer standing amongst the pack. Uskiya stood silent among the trees, no fully in the midst of the pack, holding back still. Slightly hidden with the snow covered trees and land. Her pups would wake soon, perhaps it would be best to return to them. She would be out of the way and she doubted if anyone needed her. She was the pack nurse, her duty was to watch the pups. Though she could offer her help to Lydair to perhaps watch over the wounded List varg. "Lydair, can I be of any help?" She stepped into the group hoping that she could do something instead of just standing around.
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Post by Firefly on Jan 15, 2006 18:12:19 GMT -5
Firefly looked to Lydair and then back at the bleeding she wolf, the bleached snow now dyed a crimson hue. Firefly's lips twitched but they softened as she listened intently on Renn's explanation on why she and Kop had been together. Firefly had nothing else to say but for the first time she had realized and saw the grief and sadness that burned in the golden femme's eyes.
Fly turned to look at Draeg and saw the same loss and devotion in his eyes. Firefly sighed and lowered her head only to jump and snap her gaze back up at the snarl and snap of Draeg's voice. It made the tan hybrid's hackles rise on end.
Firefly cocked her head as she listened to Draeg's ramblings. "The pit?" Firefly mumbled. If Firefly had remembered her whole past then she would have known what the pit was. Her father had died i nthe pit himself. Though Firefly had not had much interaction with her father, in fact little to none. Her parents had a strange affair. Her father like Kop had been captured. The village she had been birthed in were afraid of wolves and in their fears they seeked amusement and cruelty. Whatever wolf they could have caught would be sent there and locked up or tied up in a barn. They were often beaten and after that they were to be taken to the pit. Where they would be fighting for their lives, and the entertainment of the audience. If they lived, then they'd continue to fight until the death. Firefly's mother had met her father while he was roaming about the city outskirts. In the end he had gotten captured and sent to the pit where he had battled to his death. But Firefly did not know this and so she stood near Draeg with confusion.
What Draeg said next made Firefly wheel around. Leave Ge rad? Firefly made a motion to step forward her cyan orbs wide and they had forgotten about the bleeding femme. Firefly's ears bent back as Draeg looked at the vargs and finally landed on her. Fly stepped forward. She knew draeg had to go. At his question Firefly smiled and shook her head, though she had been irritated she could not help but smile. The amber varg could alway bring a smile to the hybrid's lips. Firefly nodded and nuzzled the male tenderly, "It's alright. I understand." she said what more could she have said? Firefly nodded, "I promise." she said, though she was hesitant. She wanted to go with Draeg but she knew he would never approve. Fly sighed, "Alright I'll stay." Fly nuzzled the male running her tongue delicately along his amber muzzle. At his next words Firefly was reluctant and gave him a 'do I have to' look. Was Draeg mad? Insisting Firefly and Cwen together time? But Firefly nodded, "I'll try." she mumbled as she licked Draeg's black nose. Firefly thought about it and she could see the sudden uproar of mad Fae fights between the two femmoras. Wasn't the best sight to see, s Firefly kept it in the back of her mind, she didn't need to trouble Draeg with their little rivalries.
Firefly stood as Draeg now addressed the rest of the pack, sending out last minute orders Firefly padded forward and buried her face into his fluffy neck fur and nuzzled him before he stepped back. Firefly nodded, "Take care draeg, be careful." Firefly said, one could tell the worry ablaze in her cyan optics. Standing to let Draeg lick her nose one last time Firefly whispered, "I love you too." She watched as the male turned and began a steady trot following Renn's trail, when he stopped and gave them one last glance. Firefly stepped a few steps toward him before pausing. The tan hybrid watched as her mate threw up his head and howled a sweet goodbye. The song was ever so beautiful. Firefly whined and threw her muzzle up as well, letting her song merge with the Ge rad Dragga's fading notes. Her howl rose three pitches before it finally began to fade. And with the fading of her song, the amber Dragga disappeared.
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Post by Cal on Jan 15, 2006 18:50:01 GMT -5
As Firefly spoke to Cal, he began to understand the situation. So his predictions were correct, another one of Draeg’s pups were in trouble. Seeing that Kop was not right here with them, Cal hoped that his next prediction that he was dead was false. However, the interrogations continued as some of his packmates continued to ask questions to the Listern faemme, trying to extract as much information from her as possible.
As the scent of blood and man became clear to Cal’s senses, he snarled as he remembered how man destroyed his family in the past. Even though he had dropped this issue, every time man was mentioned Cal would always give an angry snarl as some faded memories still taunted him. His packmates were slowly closing in onto the injured faemme who was still dripping blood from her leg and staining a snow a deep crimson. Suddenly, her back leg gave away as she collapsed onto the snow. His Dragga seeing this toke a menacing step forward and glowered at her. “Hey Draeg, shouldn’t we….” Cal faltered however seeing the look of anger and worry on his face. Closing maw he toke one step forward and finally the golden pelt faemme shouted the words which confirmed the death of the young grizzled youth.
Immediately, he turned to look at Draeg and his face was exactly how he pictured it. Cal himself was devastated at the news. No, it couldn’t be, not another one dead. Though he himself didn’t get to know the grizzled mann he felt sorry for the ones that did, his alphas Cwen and Draeg especially. How would she take it now that another one of her children has been taken away from her? Cal’s two other packmates Lydair and Firefly were already interrogating the faemme. In the meanwhile, he padded closer to his amber and friend and whispered, “I’m sorry to hear the news, anything we can do for you?”
However, his words didn’t seem to help as Draeg suddenly growled “I don’t believe it.” Denial was usually typical as one cannot bring himself to accept the truth Cal thought. Though in the situation he was perfectly understanding and he knew why. Though there could still be the slightest chance that Kop could alive. Turning around to face Renn, he asked quickly, “Wait, did you actually find his body in the forest?” When the faemme had told them the whole story, Cal’s question was answered.
“There was no body, but what reason could Man have to keep a Varg alive?"
That was it. A smile edged across Cal’s maw. Indeed, Kop was alive, the humans had probably taken him back to their camp. The humans are going to do some testing or make him a slave for them like hounds. As long as no body was found, there was still hope and most chances the amber youth was injured, but still alive. Cal knew what his next assignment was, follow the trail and head back to the human village and rescue Kop. This means another separation between him and his mate, but he’ll try to make this journey as quick as possible. Draeg turned around and looked to each one of them in turn. Very soon he would say that words that would send him to a new journey. But instead, he said,
“I am leaving Ge-Rad. I'm going to get my son back.”
Shocked and his maw hung wide open as he thought it over. No, he can’t leave Ge-rad. Not now. War was coming and he was going to be needed. Lead the pack into war against the Balkar and Sarnes. As Cal was about to retort he noticed the look of determination hidden in those eyes. He let out a deep sigh as he knew he could not stop him, instead be encouraging and wish the best for him and prayed that he returned early. He was already saying good-bye to his loving mate, leaving everything behind and risking himself to find his son.
Soon he turned to Lydair and himself. Draeg’s wished for him to watch over his daughter Shayla, even though he hasn’t seen her for some time now they were always the best of friends. “I promise to watch her, we always get along fine. And don’t’ worry about my family. Just watch out for yourself out there. I’ve had experience with humans and they’re not so much fun. Remember that this whole pack will support in and we hope that you will return safely back to us one day. Good luck Draeg.”
After he finished giving his orders to Lydair, he turned around to face them. Then with one last glance he turned broke into a hard run, the shape getting smaller and smaller as he headed out of Ge-rad territory. Uskiya came out of the trees and into the group. Moving towards her he gave her a gentle lick on the muzzle then turning around see the the shadow in the distance stop for a moment. Then a final howl echoed throughout all of Ge-rad. Cal gave a grim smile as he threw his muzzle into the air and his howl blended with the others.
“Miss you too, and take care out there.”
(Later Draeg, and best of luck to you in the airforce
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Renn
Sikla
Adolescent of List
Renn's Status: In Love & Lust
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Post by Renn on Jan 16, 2006 12:22:31 GMT -5
The pit? What in the name of Tor was the pit? Carefully, Renn listened to Draeg's small piece of information of the pit, the very words disgusting her as the thoughts of Kop being turned against a bear or some other creature flooded her mind like spotlights. Fidgeting slightly where she now lay, temporarily crippled, her back legs to weak to use, Renn stayed silent throughout Draeg's announcement to the Pack, the possibilities already echoing in her brain. If Draeg, the strong Dragga of Ge-Rad left, Ge-Rad may be slightly weakened, not by much, but with Cwen the state of grief that Renn prdeicted and two new Betas taking control, there was a small opening. But deep down inside her, Renn felt sick in her heart as she considered telling List of a way to hurt Ge-Rad, Kop's Pack. Silently to herself, Renn made a small vow, not to lay a claw on a Ge-Rad Varg as long as she lived. If it came to a fight, she could target Deor instead.
Her emerald orbs trained on the dissapearing amber Dragga, Renn realised that Kop really was like his Father, the same fierce determination and love of his own. It was not just mental similarities, for Kop and Draeg carried themselves in the same way, and they both had handsome muzzles and sweeping tails. Turning her head so that she could watch the Hybrid Beta, Lydair, again, Renn waited patiently for help. Her blood was still flowing freely from the wound, and the three arrowheads embedded in her leg were agony.
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Post by Cwen on Jan 16, 2006 14:18:44 GMT -5
((Sorry I've not been here for this...but my prelim exams are like next week and my time on here has been cut dramtically. So fair well Draegy, I wish you good luck. And Great...this adds on another emotional and traumatic storyline for my character. Boy is she gonna be so angry as to kick a lot of Balkar and Sarnes ass in the war ))
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