Heartbreak Can't Be Expressed By Words

[Renn]

Against her wishes, Renn's frame flinched at Lydair's harsh words, yet a green orbs still flashed with the pain and love that collided within her. Renn had felt that she built up a barrier against the poisonous looks and evil words of the Ge-Rad Pack that so often pierced her like the arrows that had rained down upon Kop and Renn, yet for some reason, it was the Hybrid's barely concealed anger that hurt the most as the two faemmes stared defiantly into each others' orbs. Eventually, Renn broke her gaze and looked away, aknowledging that Lydair was dominant over the golden youth in this terra.

It was strange the effect that Lydair had on Renn. Whenever the two were together, which was often due to the fact that the Hybrid was Beta and Healer, the golden youth would be overcome by some strange feeling. Renn was not against Hybrids for their dual heritage, and infact she welcomed most Putnar who shared the blood of the Varg, yet those piercing cyan optics were enough to bring Renn over all strange, as if those chips of blue flint were searching her mind. As chance would have it, Renn had briefly glimpsed Lydair's daughter, and had heard about her two, prejudicing Renn against this Caoimhe who had held a great affection for Kop during the time he had lived with Ge-Rad. The effect mirrored what had happened on the day when Drathlic had brought Silent Hunter to the Pack - Renn had lost control and snapped at her best friend - yet rather than wish to rip out the Hybrid throat of Kop's admirer, Renn merely wished to get to know Caoimhe, something that the golden youth had never done with Silent.

Stun, Renn remained silent and ignored the prescense of the two other Vargs who had appeared. She kept under control as the newest faemme taunted the grieving Cwen, and to Renn's great annoyance spoke of the golden youth as if she was not there. The other Varg, a Mann, was silent and Renn dipped her snout in greeting to this Varg.

[Cwen]

The remark from Renn suddenly tingled the skin across Cwen’s neck and her hackles stood on end. Though it was left unfinished, the silver Drappa knew all too well what she was going to say. Her lips continued to twitch until at last, the golden Listern faemme spoke of a plead, a plead to remain in Ge-Rad till she was healed. Finally her lips flashed back into a savage snarl and she snapped her head forward towards the smaller, younger female – now ignoring all those in the clearing surrounding her. Inside her thoughts, it was simply Cwen, and Renn. “Do not speak of Kop like you know him fae! You may have fallen head over heels for my son, but you do not know him like I do. Like a mother should know her son. And if it were up to me, I’d have you dead within a minute for trespassing without a word of blessing. But just thank your lucky stars missy that Lydair has taken such good care of you, and that I remain illusive. You will get no blessing from me. You’re simply not worth my time. I leave your fate up to my pack – whether you regard them as you should or not, your life is in their jaws,” with that, Cwen’s madly flickering grey orbs flashed suddenly up towards Lydair and caught sight of the tip-toeing Kairi creeping her way round towards the silver Drappa, her quirking tail and grinning chops only brought further fury into Cwen’s already throbbing mind.

Taking a step towards the daughter of the previous Ge-Rad alphas, Cwen’s head dipped and her lowered tail began to flick and rise suddenly back into a dominant stance as her legs stiffened and hackles now stood fully on end. “Don’t even think to start this again Kairi – you know fine well what has happened within the borders of Ge-Rad, and if you haven’t, then you are most fortunate. Now before blood is shed due to my lack of patience with such impotent little runts like yourself and that Listern varg, then I’d advise you to keep that pretty little trap of yours shut before I shut it for you. Permanently,” she growled deeply, the blood now pumping heavily in her head and making it so that it was all she could hear, and that her accelerating heart was all she could feel; thumping furiously within her rib cage.
Not stepping back, nor taking any more steps forward, the twisted Drappa flicked her mad gaze and peered around the vargs within the clearing. They were beginning to lose faith – not just in her, but also in the pack as a whole. If she was not able to keep this up without Draeg by her side, then she was a failure at what she was best at. Staying in control. Growling deeply she lifted her head and stood tall, passing a wild grin over her down hearted pack and let a cruel chuckle pass her pearly white lips. It was high time they had a social gathering that resulted in heavily filled stomachs and happy eyes at the end. A sharp bark jerked from her throat and she bounced back, tassel high and wagging – a dramatic change in her character. But what else would you expect from an emotionally, and mentally, unstable varg? “Who’s up for a hunt?” she barked to the pack, throwing her mad eyes at every single one, purposely missing out Renn’s. She hoped desperately that they would agree to her suggestion – for though she was unaware of how much they had eaten through the winter months, Cwen knew that she herself had not eaten much, and the cubs were bound to be suffering.

[orin]

Amaya looked down at the she-wolf, her dark purple eyes taking on a graze but understanding look.
“You are right Yelae, we shouldn’t be fighting ourselves. But it’s not just wolf against wolf, but now there are battles be fought within our minds too. Do we mourn? Or prepare for this war? Do pay our sympathies to the drappa? Or stay away and let her relax and adjust? She nodded, then looked sadly over at the gray drappa, sighing she shook her head. “Though we have had a great loss right now it’s time to look at what is coming. We can’t let this weaken us like this,” She paused, glancing back as Koan and a warrior of the Ge-Rad stepped from the woods and approached the group. Then, in a hushed voice she whispered; “I can’t say this as a fact, but what would Dreag think if he saw his pack like this, because of him. It would pain him just as much, think of the guilt he would probably feel.” Then she rose to paws once more, shaking the away the snow that clung to her pelt. She felt the sudden impulse to move, do something besides sitting there talking when something could be done. Yet she knew it would be rude to leave, so the black warrior meandered closer to where the others were.

Suddenly, through the unsettleing quiet that bothered her so, Amaya heard a raised voice. On the edge of snarling Cwen let lose some of her fury at Renn, the golden stranger who still rested within the Ge-Rad’s realm. She couldn’t help wincing at some of the words. It was for true, for a brief moment she felt some pity towards the recovering femme, and she had to look at Cwen with something on her face close to a scowl. But it all occurred so fast Amaya found herself once more ambling closer of the center of the party. There was another rousing, it was ephemeral as well, yet then something interesting did snag her ears. A hunt. Her head shot up. A hunt! Her bushy jet hued tassel raised slightly, a spurt of hope flowing through her eyes. Maybe, just maybe things could recover!.
//Arrg! Writer’s block!//