Post by Chilaili on Jan 15, 2006 13:46:17 GMT -5
In a laspe of the thick stands of trees that covered the expanse of the packlands, the yawning mouths of caves served as myriad dens for the Varg of Ge-Rad. The cavernous clearing had become occupied less and less as all available scouts and warriors had been assigned extra patrols in an effort to keep all intruding wolves from passing into the boundaries unwanted. An ill tension had struck devastating blows in the blackest heart of winter, and the pack had been thrown into turmoil again and again as fate took Ge-Rad into gnarled paws and obstructed the time of peace that lingered. Several new litters had appeared from coupling wolves as instinct manuevered, coursing through the veins of each and every wolf. Even the Drappa, Cwen, had became heavy with her second litter by the amber Dragga Draeg, but in the still night, broken only by the birthing of the litter, several savage wolves had held sway over the fights that had erupted. From the warm safety of their dens, nearly every cub had stayed, listening with trembling ears the cries of wounded Vargs, and, finally, the triumphant yells of Ge-Rad as they ahd managed to expell the dark Dragga and his minions from their terra.
This cub was one of those, and with her fading hearing she had strained, her silver lips curling back into a fierce snarl and her blue pupil had narrowed with the effect of a wicked vixen who would slaughter any who dared come near her family. She had stood, her tail pointed and quivering, and a howl had escaped her lips, barreling into the shrouds of night and awakening her siblings. Her brother, Skep, had taken up a position beside her, and within moments her ebony sister Ayasha had took a stand beside her siblings. Their mother, Uskiya, had, of course, spoke gentle words that soothed them, but none of the cubs were completely reassured until they saw the limping wolves file back to the dens, weary but proud. The hindered fae, however, had not been concentrating on the returning victors, but rather the amazing fact that all three cubs had stood together, and would have to a bitter end.
It was not uncommon now for Chilaili to recieve dagger glares from her sisters, which, at first, had caused the femme to cower in fear and sadness- now, however, Chilaili was far from afraid enough to glare at the sibling and even go so far as snarl and advance until either another fmaily member appeared or Ayasha would back down; she was the eldest and was apt to make sure Ayasha knew it.The cub had found a source of a slim solace in her tan brother, Skep, whom was constantly by her side, and she loved her brother very much, as she did her sire and dam. And her sister- Chilaili wanted no rift between them, and her kindness and generosity was constantly extended to the midnight she-cub. Skep would bend for both his sisters, as would her parents, and so she had began developing a sense of a fierce independence- one which surprised several members of her family, for the eldest cub of the litter had been pronounced entirely blind in one eye by the pack's healer and beta femme Lydair, and her hearing was slowly fading, not quite attuned to the words and calls of the others. Still, she would often wander farther and farther from her home, searching for the only other wolf she could seek comfort in- Trile. The hunter always had gentle words and gazes for the silver cub, and Chilaili would be content to merely crouch beside him, soaking up the world through her single, useful, glittering orb. At a little over four moons, Chilaili had become infinitly attached to the pale cream hunter, and the term 'tagging after' was no longer used save teasing and fun, for she had begun to grow into a fine young femme. Her coat had lost its puppy fuzz and was o lying sleek against her slim frame. Knotted sinew and muscles had grown and hardened, and her legs had lengthened until she stood at his shoulder- taller than she would at his borther Kop's withers, for the ivory male had the build of a true hunter. The femme admired her Dragga's son, but feelings had begun to stir within her heart, odd for one so young- ones she could not describe, nor form into words. it had been nearly a moon since she had even seen her companion's face, and now she sighed, lowering her hinds into a graceful crouch as she held her head reaglly. Tossing her head back, her voice rose into a mellow, gentle howl that entwined through the trees, calling.
This cub was one of those, and with her fading hearing she had strained, her silver lips curling back into a fierce snarl and her blue pupil had narrowed with the effect of a wicked vixen who would slaughter any who dared come near her family. She had stood, her tail pointed and quivering, and a howl had escaped her lips, barreling into the shrouds of night and awakening her siblings. Her brother, Skep, had taken up a position beside her, and within moments her ebony sister Ayasha had took a stand beside her siblings. Their mother, Uskiya, had, of course, spoke gentle words that soothed them, but none of the cubs were completely reassured until they saw the limping wolves file back to the dens, weary but proud. The hindered fae, however, had not been concentrating on the returning victors, but rather the amazing fact that all three cubs had stood together, and would have to a bitter end.
It was not uncommon now for Chilaili to recieve dagger glares from her sisters, which, at first, had caused the femme to cower in fear and sadness- now, however, Chilaili was far from afraid enough to glare at the sibling and even go so far as snarl and advance until either another fmaily member appeared or Ayasha would back down; she was the eldest and was apt to make sure Ayasha knew it.The cub had found a source of a slim solace in her tan brother, Skep, whom was constantly by her side, and she loved her brother very much, as she did her sire and dam. And her sister- Chilaili wanted no rift between them, and her kindness and generosity was constantly extended to the midnight she-cub. Skep would bend for both his sisters, as would her parents, and so she had began developing a sense of a fierce independence- one which surprised several members of her family, for the eldest cub of the litter had been pronounced entirely blind in one eye by the pack's healer and beta femme Lydair, and her hearing was slowly fading, not quite attuned to the words and calls of the others. Still, she would often wander farther and farther from her home, searching for the only other wolf she could seek comfort in- Trile. The hunter always had gentle words and gazes for the silver cub, and Chilaili would be content to merely crouch beside him, soaking up the world through her single, useful, glittering orb. At a little over four moons, Chilaili had become infinitly attached to the pale cream hunter, and the term 'tagging after' was no longer used save teasing and fun, for she had begun to grow into a fine young femme. Her coat had lost its puppy fuzz and was o lying sleek against her slim frame. Knotted sinew and muscles had grown and hardened, and her legs had lengthened until she stood at his shoulder- taller than she would at his borther Kop's withers, for the ivory male had the build of a true hunter. The femme admired her Dragga's son, but feelings had begun to stir within her heart, odd for one so young- ones she could not describe, nor form into words. it had been nearly a moon since she had even seen her companion's face, and now she sighed, lowering her hinds into a graceful crouch as she held her head reaglly. Tossing her head back, her voice rose into a mellow, gentle howl that entwined through the trees, calling.
