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Post by Cwen on Jan 26, 2006 14:06:57 GMT -5
Depression loomed over Ge-Rad in a thick white snow cloud as it poured out its contents relentlessly onto the land below – as though purposely showing the world how the pack’s emotions had plummeted, much like the temperature of winter. Or at least, if not the entire pack, one soul member of Ge-Rad felt this bitter. The lone Drappa sluggishly dragged her paws through the thickening blanket of snow till she reached a slightly more sheltered pine tree that had managed to outgrow all around it. On ducking beneath its thickly needled branches and shaking off some of the snow that had landed upon her grey back, Cwen breathed a heavy sigh and looked up the pine’s trunk, watching as the branches were slowly weighed down by every miniscule flake that landed on the ever growing piles of snow. The wood creaked and gently the tree swayed whilst trying to balance. It was entertaining for the most part, but for the state of mind which the silver Drappa had fallen into, even this did not seem to take her interest much or part her mind from the grave going ons that were taking place within the heart of Ge-Rad, and within her own. Suddenly, the need reside in shelter and peace did not appeal to the twisted Drappa, and with an agitated growl, she turned form the pine’s caring cover and strode relentlessly back into the piling snow banks, feeling the weight of the snow mound back onto her back once more – knowing that this is what she must deserve. Not the luxury of a pine’s shelter. Why must it lean over her and take on the weight of winter? She too was a living creature of this world, and hell she deserved to be forced through an icy blizzard more so than the tree.
Silence had taken over the terrain and no breeze could be felt at all against the Drappa’s solemn muzzle. Silently the flakes fell from the heavens, creating a sense of peace and amity. But the war that was on the mere borders of Ge-Rad and the war that was taking place within Cwen’s heart – she knew that peace and peace of mind was not for her. Coming to the edge of the forest and reaching a great snow bank that loomed ahead of her, the snow covered Drappa knew she’d reached one of the greater meadows within her territory’s terrain. Without any tree cover to prevent as much snow from reaching the undergrowth, the meadow’s snow depth had piled until it was nearly higher than herself. Staggering for a minute, indecisive whether to continue forth or not, Cwen flicked her lowered tail at the obstacle. But with a minute passed, she growled irritably and pushed forward, climing the bank and spreading her large paws to prevent her from sinking into the snow’s icy depths. Even though she knew that would probably have been the best thing for her right now…
((Ok, didn't know how to end it. So you can join in anywhere you want folks.))
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
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Post by Lydair on Jan 26, 2006 19:27:39 GMT -5
Cyan eyes gazed longingly into the spires of the sky, a dismal and solemn glint tilting their natural beauty. A tapered muzzle rose into the air; the chord that followed was low and quiet. Banks of snow piled as the moaning wind caught the light powder and sifted it across the meadow, its drifting presence flung into the needled boughs of towering evergreens and adding to the numerous feet of snow that seemed to continuously bunch and fold, swallowing the world itself. The she-Varg grunted as wading through the seemingly impassable white paths wasn't enough; flinging herself forward, she found she cover greater distance faster with tiring bounds that brought her heavily down. Birds flitted silently through the air, stopping to rest atop a quivering branch of a dying tree; the twigs never seemed to hold and as the lera ruffled their vivid-coloured pelts the fae watched them curiously, for, if even for a moment, she would love to think of something, anything, but the weight that her mind bore. Ge-Rad was going to war. Marching into what would become a field of crimson blades of grass, razor sharp as they pierced her heart. Her friends would die to the jaws of the Varg she hated most- the Balkar, and Sarnes. Blinking the cold from her azure orbs, Lydair's lips brushed a sigh; to her right, the gleam of a dull silver coat beckoned her attention. Ivory paws, their pads and toes well proetcted by a thick, burly pelt, carried the slender cobalt hybrid towards the object- Cwen. The beta smiled crookedly at her Drappa, standing silent for a moment before huffing and increasing her pace. Well-muscled limbs briskly carried her over the mound of snow that had threatened to defeat her silver leader, and her ebony lips parted. "Cwen, wait..." Trudging after her, a pink tongue lolling from panting jowls, the beta fae reached her Drappa's side, content to walk beside her for a moment in silence before the urge to say something, anything, pressured her. "Cwen, I..." Frowning sadly, the hybrid's tail and muzzle sank, cross with herself and the world. Kop was gone. Draeg was gone. Koan...could be leaving. Uskiya, Firefly, Shako...they were a far cry from able to spend time simply talking. She would have loved to nestle herself with hefriends, feel the comfort of a beating heart next to her own, the brush of another's pelt. Her sons and daughter were facing a warring state, were in an insecure pack with a father as a warrior and a mother as a beta. All three were gaunt, and her middle cub, Caoimhe, had sank so deeply into a depression that it was hard to stir her to do anything but eat and listen to the pack's going-ons- her osprey-protector Tarak had become thinner; his amber eyes had lost their glaring gleam. Food was becoming scarce, but they were lucky to still be sighting herla in such extreme weather, which was a flicker of hope for the wolves. A full-pack hunt would have done them all well, but every Varg in Ge-Rad was too wary to elave the lands ungaurded for a mere hour. Koude and Kaemon were not becoming any gentler, and Kaemon's fettish for nipping and gnawing had become to earn him more snaps than necessary. Koude was...drifting. Becoming more like his father, proud and strong, but never completely open to speak with another about his troubles.
Cwen, Lydair, Shako, Yelae, Uskiya, Cal, Firefly, Koan, Amaya, the cubs- the entire pack were at odds with the world around them. And now, seeing Cwen so...unlike her usual 'jolly' self, Lydair growled and sudenly lifted her head, pushing forward and meeting Cwen's eye. "They'll come back, all of them, Cwen. But the pack...its not like it was. Even with Draeg gone, all of us should be doing things other than on constant guard. Vargs are leaving, Cwen, in their hearts and minds. They'll always be loyal to you and Draeg, but..." She stopped,lowering her gaze. "We have to do something other than sit around and wait for them to come to us."
(((Mmmkay awfully pathetic, I know, but...-sigh-, I couldn't think of anything else and NOW IT SOUNDS LIKE I WANT THEM ALL TO GO TO WAR RIGHT NOW. Which is not what I'm thinking, I swear it., Really. Heh. I just.,..um....yeah. ^_^)))
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Post by orin on Jan 26, 2006 20:07:23 GMT -5
It was queer, the sudden halt the pack now lay in. Dreag was gone, in search of his son and this left many in the veil of depression. Amongst the sorrowful melee was Amaya, she could feel the pressure of it all, like any other in pack. It was strange how you never really think about something until it was gone. Now their Dragga was, and the pack moped and longed for his powerful figure to wonder their ranks once more. Not only that it seemed his leaving pulled in terrible weather, as if before the storm clouds pacing along the mountains didn't want to cross the borders in fear of the great Alphas, but now they did. The snow came down so hard and thick soon it reached the she-wolf's belly. Then hunting, there were barely any lera, the deer had fled for cover. Rabbits and mice were tucked away in their dens; it was beginning to spark another uneasiness in Amaya. The Ge-Rad was weakening.
She was lying underneath a large sweeping pine, resting her head on her black paws and staring off into the gray clouds that blanketed the sky. It was very peculiar to see the ebony fae lying around so much, but she could feel the sorrow too, like all he pack. It had spread like a plague. I guess this is the downside of being in a pack. She growled, shifting her gaze. You may have someone to always be by your side, but a pack is one. If one falls ill with mourn… we all do. Amaya just grunted, grumbling at herself quietly. That was not how she should look at this; tat was not how a pack mate would look at it, at their family. Yet she knew that there was truth there. “I need to do something” She snapped at herself loudly, getting up. Snow clung to her belly and legs, but she shook it away. The fae felt a suddenly strange urge run, not just to a certain place but just run. For a moment she stood there, then suddenly threw back her head, let lose a wild howl and bounded off. Things became a blur, and just for a little while she felt her worries slip from her shoulders. For a moment she was free. Her paws danced on top of the snow, pads spreading wide so she wouldn't fall through. Free.
How much time it had been she didn't know anymore. Panting and gasping for air Maya staggered over to the edge of a frozen pool. She dipped her head down and licked at the ice, then turned away, picking up a few mouthfuls of snow to quench her thirst. As she was doing so her auds picked up faint whispers. Immediately her head shot up, cocking an ear towards the sounds. Her tail came up. Lydair! Without another thought- and ignoring the exhaust in her legs from running- Amaya made her way over towards her friend. Soon she found her, and Cwen standing along the bank of the small meadow. Her keen purple optics picked up the sorrow in their eyes, so she approached slowly. ”Hello.” Her voice was a little raspy from not speaking to another for so long. ”What are you doing?” She knew it was a stupid question, and winced as the word escaped her lips.
//B-A-d POST! Major writers block.//
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Post by Uskiya on Jan 26, 2006 21:23:08 GMT -5
It was strange now, the packlands echoed with silence. Even the pups seemed quieted by the dissapearence of Draeg. Would the pack fall apart or could their drappa save them?
Gray paw pads walked stiffly through familar lands. They led the way as though they knew where to go. The demands of a mother had led the gray varg to find silence a pleasant companion. Today it would not be so. There was something that drug her through the snow, through her familar haunts of the packlands and to somewhere new.
The scent of the packs' drappa filed Uskiya's muzzle. She let out a whuff and continued in the other direction. She hadn't seen much of her dragga lately. She hadn't seen alot of anyone. "I should go see her." The sound of her own voice in the silence almost caused the gray fae to jump. She let out a growl and turned her direction till she was heading toward her drappa's scent.
Her paws dipped in the snow as she made her way towards where her drappa was. Cwen came into view along with Lydair and Amaya. Uskiya was shocked to see her drappa so different that she almost forgot to greet them. She came to and bowed her head to acknowledge Cwen and Lydair. Then she gave a brief nod to Amaya before looking woriedly at Cwen. There was noot much that the fae could say, there were no words that the nurse of Ge-rad could find. The war barely involved her, it was merely her duty to watch the pups. Not to fight or argue on what to do. Where exactly would she fit in?
(((crap)))
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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 27, 2006 14:06:06 GMT -5
((I thought I should post coz I was last with Kop and I haven't actually left yet. Besides, Renn needs to get a look at what has happened to Cwen in mental ways. Cwen, if you don't want me to post PM me and I'll delete it.))
Still, the livid red scar stood out against her golden pelt as she walked through the lands she was forced to stay in. Renn had been with Ge-Rad for a few suns, being constantly treated by Lydair, the Pack Healer and Beta, for the wounds that arrowheads had caused. With each pawstep, pain shot up her wounded limb, but the youth would swallow it and continue on, exploring the lands that Kop had loveingly called home. Kop. . . The memory of him still hurt her fragile state of mind when he made his way into her thoughts. Every time his pround muzzle, grizzled pelt and grey orbs entered her dreams, Renn's broken heart would shatter into smaller fragments, breaking her very spirit as she grieved his capture.Not only that, but Renn had first declared her true love to Kop on the day it happened, and that memory both pained and warmed her. Unfortunately, Kop's answer was cut far too short when Man rained arrows down on the wolves, frightening the Lera out of their wits so that they were running. Kop had realised first and was up and running before Renn had scrambled to her paws, a single arrow shaft protruding from her legs. That was when the Dragga had turned and raced back, desperate to get the golden faemme away. The pair had been running, Renn a good deal further than her love, when the arrows struck his grizzled flank. That waas when Renn had blacked out and the Men taken Kop away, to fight in the Pit. Draeg, Kop's Father, had refered to that, and left the Pack to rescue his son. Since then, Renn had avoided Cwen. Cwen was Kop's Mother, and the Drappa of Ge-Rad. Her first words to the Listern youth were tainted with venom and if she knew the whole story, Renn would be withoutn a tail.
Now, the scent of the Drappa was fresh in the air, tickling the youth's nostrils as she lifted her head to pinpoint the position of the source. It was time for Renn to confront her fear and face the grey Drappa, not for a fight, but to atleast give the grief-stricken Drappa a target to vent her emotions on. True, Renn needed one too, but when she eventually returned to her own Pack, their were others who could comfort her, Gryffin, Drathlic, and even Silent Hunter, the Varg that Renn was at odds with, but for now she was confined to Ge-Rad's terra. Her limp was severe as she made her way to Cwen's coordinates, her mind contemplating leaving now before she got a lashing, but instead, Renn continued forth, padding at a steady pace. Already, three she-wolves were at Cwen's side, each one offering comfort in their simple body language. The first one, Renn recognised as the Hybrid Beta, Lydair, the colbat faemme who had tended to Renn's wounds. The second and thrid were unknown to Renn, though she had briefly glimpsed them before and she did not doubt that they were adults and from the scent coming off the grey faemme, at least one of them was nursing. The golden Listern Varg only knew this from being around Gryffin, for their own Beta had her own cubs and the scent was mirrored by all nursing mothers. Stealthly, Renn padded forward so that she was in the Ge-Rad Varg's vision and waited for what they would say.
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Yelæ
Sikla
Fire-kissed Sikla of Ge-Rad
*-Loving Shak? with all her heart-* Proud Mother of Two
Posts: 173
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Post by Yelæ on Jan 27, 2006 16:30:30 GMT -5
Life is to be lived, Yelae...never to wade in one's sorrows... came the words of the original Sikla of her old pack to her mind. He, unlike the others, did not bother her, nor made a statement to her in any negative way. He had told her so when she had asked him the live long question of a Varg. Is it, truly hard to be a Sickla, Narnel?
The Sikla had given her a weakened smile and stated, If you don't veiw it as hard... and then he had told her something that she would forget until this time. Sadly, he was murdered by the pack soon after because they thought of him as just irritating and a goner anyway.
Yelae had never thought of Narnel until this very moment, where she too is a Sikla of Ge-Rad, and he was right. It isn't truly bad unless you make it bad. But, with dark times her mind began to get angsty and...where had Shako gone? Was he avoiding her patheticness? She had remembered the hard time she had when she just joined when she battled the fact that not only she had loved the male, Lydair too. And the hybrid femme did not act kindly to her. However, their differences were finally settled, but still some sort of despise hung in the air between the two, especially after the visit of Shunke.
"I don't want to think of such..." growled the red-breasted Yelae as she trudged through the snow. Not only was she upset, but everyone else, and it was not a good time to be brooding. War was to come, and all knew that. She lifted her head and caught sight of others, and she pinned her ears down in the pathetic Sikla manner and her tail dropped as she aproaches the gathering that was beginning to form.
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Post by Cwen on Jan 29, 2006 14:52:36 GMT -5
The sound of snow crumbling and crunching beneath another’s paws merely brought the Drappa to flick her auds to acknowledge the other’s presence, continuing forth on her plodding trek. The scents of her pack members began to slowly drift in towards her as her Beta and Healer Lydair came in a gentle lope to her side. Giving the faemme a gentle nudge in the neck with her muzzle, Cwen simply continued to walk on; feeling like enough had been said already. For what else could the cobalt hybrid tell her? More bad news about her cubs and mate? No…already enough had been said, like she’d thought. But when the scents and sightings of other pack members slowly began to emerge from the blanket of white that enveloped her vision, the silver Drappa drew up to a halt and passed Lydair a desperate look. She was not stable enough in her condition to handle so many varg at once. She was afraid that she would snap at them, unleash her anger and frustration on the innocent members of her precious pack that were trying their best to eek out a living in this bitter winter, the idea and knowledge of war eating away at their guts. With the approach of Amaya, Uskiya and Yelae, Cwen gave them all a mild nod and forced a smile to curl the edges of her lips, biting back the urge to simply break away from the small group and run so far and fast that she would be able to leap off any high peak and soar like the eagles do…like she’d always dreamt she could do whilst running free with the herla and lera. Shaking off this feeling as a new yet familiar scent entered her shimmering nasal, the twisted Drappa turned her grey hues to face the limping form of Renn – the young golden pelted female from List who Kop had taken a fancy to. One of the reasons he was now gone. And so to the reason why Draeg had left her. Suddenly her shredded and torn heart began to accelerate and her lips began to twitch furiously as the urge to simply lunge at this faemme was so desirable she could have torn out her throat on the spot. But holding herself drastically back, Cwen took a step closer to Lydair, almost signalling to the faemme to help keep her temper under control. For though this runt was from another pack’s territory and only residing within Ge-Rad because of her injuries, Cwen had full power to kill this faemme if she stepped out of line. As she was in effect an invader of her territory. But until Renn pushed her luck against Cwen, then the Drappa wouldn’t even take any notice of her.
Turning to face her true pack members, she sighed heavily and shook her head miserably. “I am sorry. It’s just…things have happened as you all know. And well…I am not up to my full standards as an effective Drappa. If you have any questions or queries than may involve what is to come, then ask me now,” she broke off there, knowing it would be best not to add on the sentence ‘before I go and bury my worthless carcass under a snow bank.’
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Post by orin on Jan 29, 2006 15:57:23 GMT -5
Amaya glanced back as new figures glided across the snow. For a moment she gazing at the stetching flawless white, it looked… different. Almost bleached and faded of blithe and color. But then a gold hued paw stepped through the slightly dimpled surface. She looked up seeing Renn, the List member who had come and told the terrible news. Her muzzle wrinkled, but now words left her lips.
She gave a quick nod to Uskiya and Yelae, pausing for moment she reluctantly did the same to the wound amber tinged fae. She recalled the words she had cried out when she had arrived. ”I loved Kop!” It sparked a strange pity in her that she could explain. But the black femme did know the Ge-Rad were not the only ones suffering from the dreadful loss of Dreag and his son.
Amaya finally returned her dark amethyst watch over to the gray Drappa and Lydair. She noticed the discomfort in the icy blue hues of Cwen. Slowly she got up, and trotted off to Yelae. Then settled once more. She could make out the despair in the Alpha. It was not yet time to show their sympathy.
”You may want to wait a while Yelae,” She whispered. ”Cwen may not yet be ready for the pack.” Gradually it became more obvious in Cwen’s word as she spoke, her tone uneasy. The false smile that seemed to pain her. No. It was not yet time.
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Post by Uskiya on Jan 30, 2006 19:26:09 GMT -5
Uskiya could see the distress in her drappa and she considered her choice to come to the small group of wolves. She had other places to be such as watching the pups. She listened to Cwen with only one ear really paying attention. She knew the drappa's pain was great and she wished she could ease her pain. But there was nothing a nurse could really do.
A sigh escaped the gray fae, her tail hung limply from her and her eyes searched nothing inparticularly. "Cwen, I do hope that you will recover. But my presence is needed elsewhere." Uskiya spoke softly and knew that the pups of Ge-rad needed some watchful eyes again. She bowed her head to her packmates and slowly dissapeared.
(((sorry everyone but my lfe is getting to buy so I need to leave the thread)))
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Post by Cwen on Jan 31, 2006 16:15:29 GMT -5
((Please - No calling nect posts. It stops other people from posting and keeping this thread on the go >.< So yeh, if Lydair hasn't posted by tomorrow. Please, just anyone post!))
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Renn
Sikla
Adolescent of List
Renn's Status: In Love & Lust
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Post by Renn on Feb 1, 2006 11:19:37 GMT -5
The appearance of the white Sikla surprisingly intimidated Renn as she watched the faemme who had snapped at her when she brought news. Dipping her muzzle in greeting to the Ge-Rad Vargs, the golden faemme was careful to keep an eye on Cwen, reading her body language to show that she should leave. The sight startled her as she watched the lips twitch furiously as if she was trying to h back a snarl, and her steel-grey orbs were mad with hate as the two faemmes locked orbs for a few moments. Quickly, Renn looked away, just as Cwen took a small step closer to the Hybrid Beta, Lydair. It was clear that neither Varg wished for a fight. The Drappa's voice was cold yet lifeless, as if Cwen was too tired to carry on, and her words reflected her voice as she spoke of suicide.
"Kop wouldn't want you to give u-" Before she could continue, Renn closed her jaws and silenced herself before more words could slip out. It was an accident, yet for some reason the golden youth did not feel guilty, for it was the truth: both Kop and Draeg would not want Cwen to give up so easily on life, and they probably didn't believe she would, or Draeg would not have been so careless with his goodbyes. "Cwen," Renn tried again, trying and failing to keep her voice neutral. Instead, it came out covered in bitter sadness like poisoned honey. "I understand that I did not ask for a blessing when I brought the...news. Now I beg you for Larka's Blessing to allow me to stay until I can fend for myself."
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Lydair
Sikla
Returning Healer of Ge-Rad
Without you here, I'm just a stupid shade of blue...
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Post by Lydair on Feb 1, 2006 15:50:43 GMT -5
color=skyblue]Lowering her head Lydair brushed her pearly maw across the silver fur of her Drappa's shoulder, her own heart panging with grief for the loss of the cubs and Draeg. The rustle of the brittle grasses brought a low growl to her lips and Lydair turned slowly to stare into the violet gaze of Amaya, the she-Varg the cobalt Healer had first tended when she arrived in Ge-Rad. The cub had grown into a warrior that the pack could place their pride in, and a smile graced a cobalt visage. The clearing was silent, and Lydair was caught in the un-nerving eyes of Amaya until the midnight femme spoke awkwardly. The beta dipped her head before her face broke into a grin; the silver gleam of Uskiya's pelt caught her eye and Lydair barked happily to her sister. Cerulean orbs shifted from amber and then amethyst ones; blue fur was buffeted by the driving winds that gnawed her to the bone. Shivering slightly she hunched her shoulders, parting her jaws to speak- until a growl from Cwen and the sigh of snow depressed into a print flicked her auds. Whirling around, Lydair’s muzzle furrowed into an angry snarl and she lunged forward, her tassel erect in the air. Her snarl softening to a rumbling growl, Lydair lowered her head defensively in response to the golden Listern fae that had been the cause of the disappearance of so many. A silent challenge awoke in her fiery orbs as Renn continued forth, closer to the horde of femmes until she was a few meters away. Her voice low, Lydair spoke. “There is no reason for you to disrupt right now, Renn.” The Beta Fae stiffened as she felt Cwen draw closer, and her eyes darted to her Drappa’s face to see her lips twitching with pent-up snarls. Tension strung thickly in the torpid breeze and, hackles bristling, Lydair refused her feral instincts to leap at the whelp’s throat, but bit back her tongue. It was, finally, Yelae who lessened her anger, her ears plastered against her ivory skull, her blue-green eyes low and her tail and head drooping. She hesitated, and as Cwen spoke, her voice monotone and weary, the Beta’s breath drew into a gentle sigh.
\(((Shall finish later; keep posting, and my apologies to Cwen.)))[/color]
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Yelæ
Sikla
Fire-kissed Sikla of Ge-Rad
*-Loving Shak? with all her heart-* Proud Mother of Two
Posts: 173
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Post by Yelæ on Feb 1, 2006 22:26:06 GMT -5
As Amaya sat beside Yelae, the droop of her ears worsened, feeling meek compared to this young warrior. She was, indeed, Sikla, and Amaya a well-respected warrior.
"Not ready for a pack...?" sighs she, watching the others with dull, blue-green orbs that seemed to hold sorrow within sorrows. "But...we all have times to mourn, yes...those come frequently. But when a pack needs a Drappa most, I feel as though we mourn all too much. Too much pain, too much sorrow...it's driving me, mad." She whines, lifting her head up as she watches Renn and the others, Lydair and Cwen specifially. "It is driving all of us, mad...crazy, deranged. We're fighting amongst ourselves when there's a greater enemy to be fought. We shan't...we shall not fight amongst eachother, no..." Her words were a jumble, and her ears were pinned tightly to her skull in a sheepish manner.
((Holy crap, that sucked...))
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Koan
Sikla
Broken Sword of Ge-Rad
~Why do we care whether a fallen demon outshines leigons thought bright?~
Posts: 246
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Post by Koan on Feb 3, 2006 15:06:54 GMT -5
The darkness that had settled into the very essance of this pack seemed to him a fitting way of the place to feel as he strode forth. For a long time, the battle-metal wolf had gone into solitude, a deep , rending ache ripping his mind in two, like a pair of wolves tugging on a piece of meat. The ache had receded to a little bit more then a throbbing pulse that he still felt, somewhere in his heart, hidden behind layer upon layer. The layers were like the amber of his eyes, translucent, but still cold, hard, made of soild rock. In them they had trapped not a insect, nor a small animal. Nay, this amber separated the world from the gentle, sad, loving core of this beast; a piece of death trapping life, trapped itself in life.
His eyes watched the others impassively, his stepmother, his mate, and the Sikla. He said nothing, but he sat down nearby, his amber eyes watching.
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Kairi
Sikla
-= K A I R I =-
.:Watch me fall down, Get back up off the ground:.
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Post by Kairi on Feb 3, 2006 22:47:18 GMT -5
A crimson shadow lurked by the frost filled trees. A young femme watched from the shadow depths. Her silver blue eyes watching the group of wolves as they all crowed around a silver drappa. The ruby wolf rolled her eyes just slightly as she trudged a few steps to the right away from the group. Her muzzle was tipped high, directing her gaze toward the grey looming sky. The clouds so heavy that they hung like a opaque roof so low that one would have thought a slight jump would be able to land contact with the fluffy objects.
Kairi stopped and turned back to look at the group. For some reason she didn't feel like she belonged in this pack. She growled. Did she really want to be in this pack? Kairi looked up to the skies. She was born here in these very lands. She had left to come back to a land stripped from the hands of her parents. Kai had wanted to stay here for revenge but now she just lived out her life her, waiting for he right moment.
Was Kairi always such a hateful wolf? The young crimson wolf was not. Infact she was a cherry varg that loved to roll about in the snow as a pup and play tag all day. What had turned this femme into a sour puss was beyond her. Perhaps it was the many events that had occurred in her youth that had drove her to this state.
Kai watched the group all trying to cheer up their alpha. Kai scoffed and turned her head away but she couldn't help but watch. Kairi whined, everyone was showing such care and devotion to Cwen. Perhaps that was what Kai was missing. She hadn't ever remembered being loved in that way. Her parents didn't stick around much and now she didn't even know where they were. Kairi sighed and swung her tail to the right before uttering a small growl.
Kairi looked to Cwen. Now would be the perfect time for revenge! and take back what truthfully belongs to her fathers. His packlands. Kai become interested. Her eyes watching Cwen. She was weak. Weak with the sorrow that plagued her. Now was the time for action. With Draeg gone there was no one to help the she devil. Kairi grinned slightly as she padded a step forward, her lip twitched. Her silver blue eyes watching the drappa. Kai was so used to teasing the drappa then having the dragga threaten her to shut up or get her brother to make the crimson she wolf shut her trap. Kairi grinned, she was used to annoying Cwen to no end, having fun in just getting her ticked off, getting her hackles to rise and trying to get her to snap. But by the looks of it, it would be no fun right about now, the silver drappa was more depressed then a dying willow.
Kairi slinked out from the bracken, her paws flexing as she padded toward the silver drappa. "Why Cwen why are you feeling soo down?" Kairi quipped in her teasing self. She walked about on the tips of her toes as she slinked by Cwen. For the moment ignoring the vargs that were huddled around the she wolf trying to give her comfort. Kairi watched her. Now's your chance, get her, pounce The words screamed in Kai's mind. But Kairi's paws didn't listen nor heed to the commands. Instead she just stood there looking at Cwen. She had grown to like Cwen in a like/hate mind. Kairi had gotten used to the teasing and she quite found it amusing. Though perhaps the teasing would bring back some life in the silver Fae. It was no fun to tease if Cwen would not strike back with a toothy threat or reproach.
Kairi stretched out her front paws and looked up at Cwen. Kairi looked to Renn and back to Cwen. She could tell Cwen had a great dislike for the golden pelted fae. "Friend of the packs Cwennie?". Kairi asked with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Kairi let her legs buckle and fall to the ground as she slumped into a lazy sit, her tail curled as she helped herself up with her front paws. Her silver blue eyes watching Cwen. Kairi could care less what the other members thought of her. Though the crimson varg never really did show any other attributes, other then being a bickering, stubborn varg. The only other varg she showed her real self to was her brother Shako. And other then that, Kai didn't have anyone else to show or comfort really.
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