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Post by Mayan on May 29, 2006 19:08:36 GMT -5
Mayan crossed the Ge-Rad border just as Fenris reached his highest height in the sky for the day. The noontime sun beat down upon her white back and the she-wolf was panting constantly. Her winter hair had completely shed, and her coat looked fresh and sleek. She looked around her somewhat nervously, for it had been years since her paws had treaded this soil. She glanced down once again at her clean white legs, hoping that she had washed every trace of Sarnes mud from them. It would not bode well if she started making enemies this soon into her visit. She was mainly here to see Draeg and also Cal's three pups, but she wanted to meet some other members as well. It might be nice to meet some new people, she thought.
As she padded into the shelter of the trees, the ladnscape began to become disconcertingly familiar. To her left, she saw the little clearing where she had first met her father, Zhentee, and in the distance there were the rocks where the pups in the pack used to play. Stopping, she inspected the base of a tree. Yes, there was the slight stain of old ash left over from the burning of Ge-Rad so long ago. The landscape had rebounded to become even more beautiful, though, and Mayan was pleased. Tail now wagging slightly, she continued onward. Her bloodred eyes scanned the forest, looking for the flash of varg pelt or the glint of a steely eye. Up ahead, she spied a clearing and a well-sheltered area that must have contained the Main Den. It was not in the same place that Mayan remembered, so she took a little detour to try and find the old one.
Sure enough, her memory served her true, and she came to an overgrown clearing that had obviously been well maintained in the past. A faint track could still be seen, and Mayan followed it with her eyes closed. What had once been the den was now mostly filled in and covered with ferns and moss. Most vargs passing by would not have even noticed it. However, the seer trotted straight toward it and sat down, staring at the ruined den. "Oh, Mother, how I miss you." Her thoughts drifted back to the great Drappa of Ge-Rad, Zephyr, of years past and how she had been proud to call that varg her mother. Though she was stone blind, Zephyr saw more than most sighted varg. Out of all the pups in the Adoption Grounds, Zephyr had picked Mayan. She had always been there for support, guidance, and a firm paw. That was, until she left forever. her spirit had faded and finally drifted away into the shifting sands of time. Mayan sighed. So many great souls from her childhood had gone like that. Maverick, Keechak, Shatocwnn, to name a few. But, that was all over and done with.
Shaking her head to clear it, Mayan rose and left the old den, not once looking back. Tail wagging slowly, she came upong the clearing containing the heart of Ge-Rad territory once more. However, she did not approach, for she still felt a little nervous, almost as if she were trespassing in some way. Ge-Rad and Sarnes were mortal enemies, and Mayan was a high ranking Sarnes member. But, her heart was not polluted as so many of her packmates' were, and she was beginning to think that perhaps she did not fit in as a member of such a malicious pack.
Mayan sat just inside the trees, pondering and waiting for someone to notice her. She kept her ears up and tail down, not wanting to be seen as someone here to cause trouble. Her appearance could be frightening to strangers, and she wondered what would happen.
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Post by Uskiya on May 29, 2006 19:17:13 GMT -5
Uskiya patrolled the trees of Ge-rad. Out of boredom she had decided to serve as some sor tof help. Seeing as none of the pups needed her to watch them. Now Ge-rad showed little work for her, though she found some. Earlieir she had cleaned her den out and widened it. That lasted about an hour but after that she had little to do. So she decided to find some other source of work.
Padding slowly through the trees Uskiya stopped for a moment. Something was not as it usually was. The nurse felt no need for alarm but rather became interested with the possibilty of doing something that wasn't boring. Trotting forward the nurse passed through the thicker parts till she neared the m,ain area. Pausing she scented the air and her tail wagged. She was barely able to recall the scent of a familar varg. But slowly it came to her. Many moons ago she and her mate had made a visit to Mayan. And if memory served right it was this same varg that now laid ahead. Uskiya trotted into the clearing to see the white varg sitting calmly up ahead. With a smile Uskiya slowed to a walk and approached.
"Mayan!" the nurse greeted, giving a bow of her head, hoping that the white varg would remember her.
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Post by Draeg on Jun 1, 2006 19:06:41 GMT -5
It was hot. Too hot in Draeg’s opinion, who still hadn’t adjusted to the considerably warmer climate of his new home despite the passing of a year. Although not as thick as it had been the year before his pelt still proved to be a hindrance to him during the more intense summer days in which Fenris would growl furiously at the world below, on such days Draeg often left unsheltered meadows of Ge-Rad for the shade and comfort of the forest which lay at the fringes of the pack’s territory. Today was so happenly one of those days. He moved silently through the forest despite himself, it was considerably cooler beneath the shelter of the canopy and Draeg found himself enjoying his solitary trek. Despite the uncomfortable heat of the day the amber varg was in a good mood, having slept peacefully for the first time in many nights. He had kept himself busy throughout the morning by tending to the pack and making sure that everything was in order which were his regular duties as Dragga, taking a short break afterwards to spend a little time with his family before setting out to hunt. His desire to hunt eventually led him to edge of the meadowlands where he now prowled and while an opportunity had yet to present itself to him Draeg maintained a vigilant watch upon the landscape for signs of any lera that might be foolish enough to wander from the safety of their concealment to forage for food. Patience was the key to success. He had gone days without eating before, so what if he hadn’t found anything yet. Draeg was patient, he could wait. After all, he had all the time in the world.
He paused for a moment to scent the air, the wind having changed its direction only moments before. With the promise of new opportunities fresh in his mind Draeg closed his eyes and inhaled as much as the warm, dry air as possible, taking in all the scents it had carried throughout the course of the past hour and studying of them thoroughly in hopes of detecting a sign of prey. Nothing, at least nothing resembling prey anyway. His tail wagging Draeg couldn’t help but smile as he realized that what he found was perhaps even more promising then anything else he could’ve found. Altering his gait slightly he broke out into a steady lope, his unusually thick summer pelt billowing in the wind as he made his way through the rolling landscape. He saw them hovering close to the forest as he neared the edge of the clearing. Two femme, both of which Draeg had become acquainted with long ago. The first he had met many moons ago shortly after he had first become Dragga when she and her mate had come to Ge-Rad hoping to join the pack, and while Draeg was not as familiar with the gray furred she-wolf as he would’ve liked he was determined to change that. It was his duty as Dragga to at least attempt to know each of his packmates and in all honesty he had never really thanked Uskiya for watching over Zenith and Raikan for him while he and Firefly were gone. Draeg was on the other hand quite familiar with Mayan, having met the heavily scarred fae long before either of them had even joined a pack, back when she was still the Keeper of the Vale of Shadows and he a mere Kerl. The seer had returned after a long period of absence that had left both her pack and friends questioning her whereabouts, Draeg had been fortunate enough to encounter his old friend a few nights before and the two had caught up with each other and reminisce on times long since passed before they had been interrupted arrival of the kerl, Vakasi.
Both femme were hovering just outside of the clearing, keeping to the trees and enjoying the shade the forest provided for them. Uskiya was approaching Mayan at a slow but constant pace, her tail wagging rhythmically behind her as she lowered her head slightly though from his distance Draeg couldn’t tell whether it was meant to be a sign of submission to the elder fae or simply a polite gesture. Mayan on the other hand fidgeted nervously on her paws and looked as though she were second guessing herself, most likely worried whether she would be attacked on sight due to her ties with Sarnes which earned the enmity of all of Ge-Rad after a long wistanding feud between the leaders of both packs. Draeg almost chuckled at his friends apprehension, recalling how he had given her full permission to visit Ge-Rad whenever she liked on the condition that she leave her business with Sarnes back in the marshlands where it belonged. Still approaching the pair the amber warrior gave out a sharp bark, alerting both femme of his arrival and greeting them appropriately as he pulled up to them. “Afternoon ladies.” he growled, nuzzling them each in turn before lifting his hind leg to relieve himself of a rather irritating itch between his shoulders. “I didn’t expect to see either of you out in this heat, I don’t suppose either of you lovely ladies would be willing to tell me what brings you out on such a day when Fenris growls so fiercely upon the land.”
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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 Jun 2, 2006 20:21:55 GMT -5
The quiet, acquiesce Sikla of the Ge-Rad pack lands allows her delicate paws to grace the warmed dirt that lay freely in the sun. Anytime during the winter she would have welcomed the heat to her worn flesh and bones, but now...it was just too much for her shaggy white coat to bear. Her chest was a brilliant hue, a colour much like that of what one would see on a robin's chest, however it dabbled on the more orange of hues. Her eyes were now a deeper colour than the pack had seen in the winter, a brilliant blue tinted with a majestic emerald, and occaissinally changed the dominant colour throughout the lighting. Muzzle long and powerful, she was leanly built and her physique was that of a runner's, not a hunter, though she was quite quick to catch a hare or two...
Her mate, the Beta, Shako, not long ago had accepted her Sikla position, and now she was not as depressed as one usually saw her. But still, there was something lingering in those large eyes of her's. The war had yet to begin, but it still loomed heavilly 'pon her shoulderblades. Her weight was not catching up, but she was still healthy with a glistening ivory coat with her robin's breast. Yelae was a thoughtful one, and now even more thoughtful than ever. Perhaps there could be a way that peace could be made...the tension was too much to bear...
In fact, she was so consumed by her thoughts that she had barely any time to scent the air. Looking up, she caught sight of a strange Varg with scars decking her face standing just a mere few feet away from her. The nurse, Uskiya and her Dragga, Draeg, had already greeted this strange Varg, and the she-wolf pinned her ears back in a less-dominant manner. If a Varg could blush, she would do so. Despite being a grown female, being the Sikla had caused her to develop a sort of bashfulness, and she could never fuly accept herself.
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Post by Cwen on Jun 3, 2006 4:51:58 GMT -5
((not seen you in ages Mayan! I want to make a post here, but anyone else can just go before me to reply and such. I might be able to get a post up late sunday or monday ok?))
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Post by Mayan on Jun 3, 2006 11:02:56 GMT -5
Mayan watched a long trail of ants labor up the tree beside her head. They were of a smaller variety, with jet black backs and legs. As she looked closer, she saw that some of them were carrying peices of debris that were several times larger than they. How could something that small be so strong? She reached up a paw toward one that was carrying half of a dead beetle and carefully tapped it with one claw. The little insect tumbled to the forest floor and Mayan immediately felt sorry for it. But, it just started again at the bottom of the tree and joined the line once more, ever laboring upward. She just shook her head at the strangeness of it all.
Suddenly, a voice calling he name distrupted her thoughts. Mayan turned her scarred head to see a vaguely familiar grey varg trotting toward her across the clearing. The seer was at a loss for a moment, but then she recognized Cal's lovely mate from their visit to the Vale of Shadows. "Uskiya! Why, hello dear! Long time no see, I must say. How have you been? I heard you are the nurse of this wonderful pack. As far as I've seen, you seem to be doing a wonderful job of keeping everyone healthy." Mayan smiled at the nurse. She hadn't gotten to know her very well, but their time in the Vale had been a nice one, and Cal had many good things to say about his mate. The white varg was about to say more when she was interrupted by a slight bark and a very familiar voice that made her face light up. "Hello, Draeg! I just realized I forgot to ask Tratto's blessing. Aside from that, I'm doing quite well, you?"
It had been a while since Mayan had met more than one varg at a time, and she was even more surprised when a third individual seemingly just wandered up to her, then figured out where she was and made a somewhat submissive gesture. The stranger had the lanky build of a runner, and her eyes were a striking emerald blue. Her posture and embarrassed stance made Mayan guess that this was a Sikla or a lower-ranking pack member. Hoping to ease some of the stranger's embarrassment, the white varg smiled at her and spoke quietly. "Ah, hello. What is your name? I'm always eager to make a new friend. My title is Mayan, though I've been called all sorts of things." She chuckled at her little joke then looked all around at the vargs who came to meet her. "It's so nice to see so many friendly faces here. It's been a while since I've had that pleasure."
((Sounds great, Cwen! Hmmm, iffy post on my part, I'll try to do better next time.))
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Post by Uskiya on Jun 4, 2006 0:21:33 GMT -5
Uskiya smiled, happy that Mayan recognized her after so long. She was about to reply when a familar bark caught both of their attention. Wagging her tail even more so Uskiya greeted her Dragga with a friendly nuzzle. "Hello Draeg, I didn't expect to see anyone out certainly not Mayan. It is a pleasant surprise though. I'm glad that the pack seems fine though Mayan, I try to make sure everyone is okay." She smiled replying to Mayan's greeting, grateful that she could visit with two vargs that she hadn't spoken with for a while.
Uskiya laid down on the ground, hoping to expose her belly to the cool ground, with a whine of dissapointment she stood back up. "Even the ground is hot with the fire of Fenris. I think I will die of heat." She chuckled and turned her head upon the sound of another's approach. With a smile Uskiya greeted Yelae. "It's been to long Yelae. Mayan you must be very popular today, you get to meet everyone." The nurse felt very happy, more so than she had in a while. But it didn't matter now, she was surorunded by friends, some she hadn't seen in a while and others that she hadn't had enough time to get to know. But things had been busy and everyone had been everywhere. Now though things wer ecalming down and hopefully would stay that way.
The heat was getting hotter, at least it seemed that way to Uskiya. Thankfully her fur wasn't as thick as Draeg's. The only positive thing from her family she had received was an adaptable coat. Even still it was hot.
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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 Jun 8, 2006 10:14:39 GMT -5
The femme’s cyan eyes flashed as her small skull suddenly lifted, pearly muzzle swinging toward her thickly furred banner and gazing steadily beyond, small ears curling and twitching as she hesitated, slender bodice shifting over her paws as if she was unsure of whether or not to heed the muted sounds that churned through the farther boundaries of Ge-Rad. She had felt a longing sense to let her uncertainties about those who traveled to the pristine lands drop, to not let worry hinder her move as she padded silently near the boundaries, acute senses of the hunter hanging on every crack of underbrush. Lowering her maw toward the loam of Ge-Rad’s forest and scenting the ground she moved smoothly forward, gait unlike the others in her packlands- She flowed across the earth smoothly, her lithe paws churning beneath her body in a liquid dance. Raising her muzzle again the cobalt hybrid slipped through the densely wooded lands, tassel curling into its unique arc over her back as she delved through the bracken, keeping to the cool air that dwelt amongst the shadows. Fenris’ snarling gaze was searing the young wolf-dog, enough that her jaws hung slightly ajar, salmon tongue lolling as she loped toward the sounds that had disturbed her. As she became closer and closer to the small gathering, her tenseness loosened at the voices and scents that were thrust toward her. Draeg, Uskiya, Yelae- three Vargs she knew well. The fourth…Lydair was unsure of who it belonged to, though it seemed peculiarly familiar, as if it was that of an old friend. Stepping forward slowly, she padded up beside Uskiya and Yelae, offering each a smile and a friendly nod. Studying the ivory she-Varg that stood before them in all her grandeur, Lydair could not help but notice the scars that marked her visage, and the intensity of her lurid crimson orbs. Slowly, a smile spread across hre face; this was the Varg she had heard so much about, yet never truly met: Mayan. Azure eyes shifted toward the Seer’s, though she looked slightly lower and dipped her head in recognition. “Good day to you, Mayan,” the hybrid spoke cheerfully, her curled tail wagging.
She was, in fact, ecstatic to know that there was in fact a current Seer of the Vale and that she was this friendly with Ge-Rad; Lydair had been thinking more and more about the eccentricities of her daughter Caoimhe and was starting to believe with each passing sun that her daughter may in fact be a possessor of the Sight. There were certain quirks about the brindle adolescent; certain pieces of knowledge that fascinated Lydair yet at the same time frightened her- in the instance of her bird-like companion that had been with her since the morn that the pups could first speak; Kalli had gone so far as to name the bird and in seemed that it did not seem to mind as, as far as Lydair’s knowledge was to this point, that the bird was with her still. Upon her daughter’s breast there was a splash of white that looked unnervingly like a flying putnar taking flight; not to mention the fact that she was extremely intuitive about the world around her…among other things.
(((Okay, so this sucked. : ) )))
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Post by Draeg on Jun 10, 2006 17:47:02 GMT -5
Rolling his shoulders into a slight shrug at his friends comment Draeg dismissed the matter with simple flick of his tail, as though telling the seer to forget about her actions and go about her business. “Maybe so…”he began nonchalantly, scratching behind his ear with his hind leg. “But as I seem to recall I invited you to begin with so there’s really no harm done. I see you already know Uskiya, our pack‘s nurse.” At this he turned his attention over to the gray furred femme, flashing her a quick smile and chuckling as he watched her ease herself onto the ground in an attempt to find any semblance of relief from the beating sun only to voice her disappointment a moment later. He regretted the fact that hadn’t really taken the time to get to her better like he had with most of Ge-Rad, he knew so little about Uskiya asides the fact that she was Cal’s mate as well as the mother to three growing pups whom Draeg had also, regrettably, hadn’t really ever taken the time to meet for one reason or another. Perhaps it was time he put an end to that. Waiting patiently for the two femme to conclude their discussion the amber varg allowed himself to fall back on his haunches with a dull thud, hissing slightly in discomfort as he felt the dry, hot earth come into contact with his already sweltering pelt. His ear twitched as the sounds of someone approaching suddenly caught his attention, breathing out a heavy sigh he cracked open an eye to see who had come to join in on the discussion and greet the unlikely trio.
A splotch of red on white revealed the identity of the newcomer to be none other than Yelae, the packs sikla. Tilting his head to her slightly Draeg welcomed his packmate and made a sweeping gesture with his tail, indicating for her to come join the small gathering that had assembled. Mayan and Uskiya wasted almost no time greeting the red-breasted she-varg, smiling warmly and quietly introducing themselves to timid sikla in an attempt to ease her transition into the group in hopes that she might become more sociable. Both kerl and nurse seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely despite the unrelenting heat of the day and Draeg found himself content to let them proceed with their business in peace, knowing that he could always intervene if he began to feel left out. Focusing his attention back on to Yelae the amber varg noticed that despite the fact that she had already been accepted into the group the omega female still seemed apprehensive about venturing too close to the trio, though whether this was a result of her status within the pack or her own timid nature Draeg did not know. But then again he didn’t know that much about Yelae to begin with asides from the fact that she was Shako‘s mate and that it had been the beta dragga who had coaxed her into joining Ge-Rad. Sensing that the day was going to be a good opportunity to get a better understanding for his packmates the gaunt Dragga rose to his feet and padded over to the timid femme, brushing against her side in the same manner he had used to greet Uskiya and Mayan. “Mayan this is Yelae, one of Ge-Rad‘s most valuable members. From what I’ve seen she’s done a pretty good job of keeping herself hidden up until now.” he growled playfully, nipping at her ear. Then quirking an amused brow. “Speaking of which, what have you been up to Yelae? With Shako maybe?”
He didn’t have time to gauge her reaction, no sooner had he finished speaking than he spotted the familiar form of his daughter-in-law approaching from the distance. “Lydair!” he growled fondly, coming forward to lick her head affectionately as she pulled up to her packmates. “How are the kids? They aren‘t giving you too much trouble are they?” Seeing that Lydair already seemed to know Mayan Draeg didn’t bother introducing either varg to the other, however he couldn’t help but quirk a skeptical brow at the amount of enthusiasm in the wolf hybrids tone. Was Lydair of her newfound ties with the old seer? No. It was impossible, there was no way she could’ve learned that she had married into a family of mystical varg when she took Koan as her mate. Not even Koan was aware of his kinship with Mayan, so how could Lydair have found out. But then why did Draeg feel that there was more to Lydair’s enthusiasm then she was letting on? Suddenly it came to him, Caiomhe, Lydair was probably hoping to get to chance to talk to Mayan about her daughter. Draeg had completely forgotten. Letting out a slight whine he cast Lydair a sympathetic glance, then turning to face Mayan he spoke. “Mayan, would it be possible for you to take a look at my granddaughter while you’re here? There’s something I want to see.”
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Koan
Sikla
Broken Sword of Ge-Rad
~Why do we care whether a fallen demon outshines leigons thought bright?~
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Post by Koan on Jun 11, 2006 21:17:13 GMT -5
It was strange sometimes, how the bells of fate rang clearly in the hearts and minds of many. Indeed, the soft spoken Seer had been in his mind for a while, but what the battle-steel wolf could not quite figure out was why. He felt as though it had to do with the long ago visit, when he had been but a pup, to the Vale of Shadows. He could not quite remember why he had gone, whatever childish reason he had for being there insignificant in comparison to the massive blank in his memory. It was as if an entire part of the conversation had been burned away by Fenris' flame. It troubled him now, as it had not then.
Koan turned his thoughts from a blank in a memory to a gap in his life. It seemed as though his mate and cubs drifted farther away with each day. Koude had not spoken to anyone save his mother in his short life; indeed, it frequently seemed as though the small wolf was not there at all. Kaemon too seemed to be distant from his father, and only little Caoimhe seemed to awknowlege him at all. He was concerened now more then he had been; at first, he had reguarded the bird as only a mild curiousity, a novelty that would soon be gone. Now, with her ageing, she seemed different, more...insightful, one could say, then her brothers. The brindle she-pup was an enigma; of course, having been absent for so long perhaps did not help his relations with cubs or mate.
Lydair... She was truely a mystery to him. They had been so close once, not so long ago, a bond that seemed practically unbreakable; the greatest bond, perhaps. But as he had feared, it had been fragile, beautiful; more like a bond of glass then one of steel. He shook his head as he padded through the warm day, his own body far more used to this then Draeg's; although he did not know of his father's discomfort.
A familer cluster of scents reached his nose, some older, more ingrained, and some only barely known. He headed towards them, having no other purpose for this day. He came soon upon the source of these scents. The cobault shape was his mate; the largest one his father, the tiny, shrinking shape, he noted with certain amount of disdain, was the Sikla; Yelae, he believed her name was. The pack nurse was present as well. He nodded a greating to those, and then turned to the one that somehow was in his memory deeply. "Mayan! It's been too long." Koan said, even as he went to his mates side and nuzzled her lightly.
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Post by Mayan on Jun 12, 2006 20:33:35 GMT -5
Mayan nodded at Uskiya's comment, for she was beginning to pant even though the trees still cast slight shade over her snowy pelt. She found that she never did get quite as hot as other vargs; perhaps her fur color help reflect some of the sunlight. Draeg was probably miserable in his thick, luxurious coat of fur. Mayan turned to the stranger who had recently walked nonchalantly into the ever-growing cricle. She was not completely varg, Mayan could see, but she seemed to fit in well enough. The seer blinked when this varg greeted her like they were old friends. She must be better known than she thought. She smiled, a little embarrased, and nodded politely toward the hybrid. As Mayan looked at her, she almost got a sense that this varg wanted something from her. Mayan didn't want to pry, so she let it drop, though a little part of her mind filed that away for later. Meanwhile, she was also appreciative of Draeg's treatment of the Sikla. Having experience such a life before, Mayan was glad that the Dragga understood how Yelae felt and provided support for her. The seer's ears perked up at Draeg's mention of Shako. Shunke had mentioned him before as the beta Mann of Ge-Rad, and she wondered why his mate was the Sikla. Well, pack politics were often quite complicated. Sarnes, however, was small and tightly knit. Shunke guided everyone with a firm paw, and Mayan was glad to follow the younger varg as her beta. She now noticed Draeg extending a warm welcome toward Lydair, and enquiring about her children, then glancing at her rather sympathetically. The seer cocked her head slightly, realizing that she was probably going to learn what Lydair wanted of her. When Draeg asked his question, Mayan remembered that there was more than one meaning to the words "look" and "see". "Why of course, Draeg, I would be glad to take a look at your granddaughter. I just love children." However, Mayan had a feeling that they wanted her to do more than examine her on the outside. There was something different about this...Caiomhe; Mayan scryed the name quickly, it was practically floating in the air above Draeg and Lydair's heads. Hmm. That train of thought was abandoned, however, as a very familiar scent entered her nostrils. Koan ambled into the group, cast a somewhat disdainful look at the sikla, and sat down by the varg that was now obviously his mate. Koan was a bit of a mystery to Mayan. She couldn't help but feel a kinship toward him, for her was her brother Kain reincarnated. However, Koan wasn't aware of the relationship. He had come to her as a pup to figure out what was different about him, but apparently, their conversation had vanished from his mind like mist from a lake. So, Mayan believed that it was Tor's will that he not know, and she did not mention it. However, she still felt a force of sibling attraction pulling her toward him, though she knew that he felt nothing of the sort. She smiled slightly. It was no wonder Draeg's granddaughter was showing signs of being different; most of the pups relatives were weird in some way. "Hello Koan dear. Good to see you! I am eager to meet you wonderful pups." She was eager indeed to meet this Caiomhe, and would be pleased to become acquanted with the rest of them, Cal and Uskiya's pups included. Her glowing scarlet eyes scanned the group. Not including the pups, half the pack must be here to greet her. It was wonderful to recieve such a warm welcome and Mayan was pleased indeed.
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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 Jun 16, 2006 10:12:29 GMT -5
Cyan eyes turned to rest on her amber Dragga and father-in-law with a smile spreading across her white maw, her tassel wagging as she brushed her muzzle across his cheek; her Draeg never failed to welcome, or any pack member, for that matter. “Caoimhe and Kaemon are doing well, but I haven’t seen Koude in some time. I was actually hoping that Koan may have an idea as to his location; I’m sure one of his siblings has an idea as to his whereabouts." He always had been independent and eager to prove himself as the eldest in the litter but her cubs were the youngest still in Ge-Rad, as Cwen’s were adults and Firefly’s and Uskiya’s were close to it. While hers were no longer pups, they weren’t yet young adults and wouldn’t be for several months, but they ahd each grown into fine Varg and she was proud of them. Turning to greet the gray she-wolf that she regarded as a close sister, she smiled. “Uskiya, how are your own pups letting on? I haven’t seen any of them in quite some time…” Uskiya was one of her only siblings that she still tended to see on a regular basis; Shako, Firefly, and Trile weren’t seen often but she had a pretty good idea that Trile was with her niece Chilaili, who had been blind and deaf at birth and had taken an extreme liking to the light warrior, and he to her. Startled from her thoughts at Draeg’s forward words, she wondered if now was the best time to explain exactly why she felt compelled to have the Seer examine her daughter and as Lydair didn’t have a single clue as to how any of it worked she felt that for the time being she should simply stay quiet. Turning now the ivory bodice of Yelae, Lydair smiled to the Sikla; the two had had several wordless arguments and several falling outs but it had seemed to disappear and thus Lydair gave it no more thought.
A familiar scent reached her senses as she turned to see the scarred figure of her mate, Koan, and her cerulean eyes watched the steel-colored wolf as he made his way toward her, looking toward the Sikla with something like a scornful look before nuzzling her. Gazing at him, Lydair pressed closer to her gun-gray love and returned his nuzzle before returning her attention to the going-ons of the cluster of Vargs, Koan’s voice clear in the air as he greeted Mayan. All of Ge-Rad seemed to know her, though there were many more wolves that had yet to arrive, and Lydair looked round four her Drappa, not yet seeing her. Cwen hadn’t been in the best of health and although Lydair was responsible no-one had seemed to want to talk to anyone else during the hard months when Draeg was gone, searching for his son, and the very presence of the fae who had caused it all seemed to the haunt Ge-Rad, Cwen the very worst. There had been few wolves that had dared approach her, and Lydair herself, although related to Cwen through Koan and Trile and being the Drappa’s beta, had thought it best to leave the silvery leader alone. As Mayan proceeded to speak again, this time toward Draeg, Lydair felt a flood of relief and cast a gracious smile in the Dragga’s direction.
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Caoimhe
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.Sew this up with threads of reason and regret.
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Post by Caoimhe on Jun 16, 2006 12:44:40 GMT -5
The mottled paws of the she-wolf slipped quietly over the earth, form blending with the darkened backdrop of Ge-Rad as her cyan eyes milked the scenic view, glinting keenly as her forelegs bucked into a swift run, strides long and bunching. Slender and sleek, she wove through the forest that she knew like the back of her own paws, calculating the hidden obstructions that would hinder her. Her bright orbs were focused on the path that she was taking, auds pricked forward atop her skull and the whites of her visage flashing in the beams of light that managed to ignite her pelt each time she passed a break in the canopy or the treeline. Throughout the day she had managed to evade the majority of the stark heat, though for little reason as her fur was not as thick as the rest of Ge-Rad, and it had shed winter’s thickness in the late spring, enhancing the patterns that bedecked her. Indeed, the ivory figure on her breast, once blurred and looking as much like a splash of white more than anything, had cleared, once again taking on the likeness of a bird, especially that of her avian companion Tarak. The enigmatic falcon had never been something her parents or uncle favored; Kop particularly seemed wary of the winged putnar though the brown and silver brindled hybrid felt no concern and felt kindred to the raptor more so than to her sire or dam, though she couldn’t say the same for the ruddy Varg that had been the source of so much heartache for so many. Although she had been young at the time, she was an adolescent now, and there was no denying the fact that what she felt towards the grizzled mann was love, no matter how young she was. The pubescent femme had long since grown into her pelt and her features, developing the natural beauty that every Varg held yet radiating her own. The gangly limbs and outsized paws she had been born with had grown to fit her body elegantly, slender muscles eating away at portly flesh that she possessed as a cub. Her features had sharpened and thinned; she had become the young she-wolf that she had wanted to be, and didn’t miss her much younger days.
The sun caught the glint of the silver fur that ran along her sides, flashing dully and buffering her pelt as a light breeze caught hold of the forest for several moments, driving away the warmth and cooling the she-Varg. Stunning cyan eyes tilted toward the sky a split moment before the familiar call split the air and Tarak rose high enough that his amber talons blazed for a moment, his widespread wings flapping heavily though he rode the currents with as much grace as Caoimhe retained on the rough lands of Ge-Rad. Slowing her pace, her jaws slackened, tongue lolling over ivory fangs as her thick banner rose atop her back in its unique sickle curve, white splashed paws moving over the loam in a nearly cascading manner, her slight muscles pressing against her thin pelt. She was fortunate to not have to suffer like many of the others, but in a way that twisted luck many of the wolves in Ge-Rad hadn’t eaten for weeks at a time, causing their ribs to show gauntly, as hers had once done, and now very few of them had actually gained the entirety of their weight back, which would have added to their discomfort in the upcoming summer months where Fenris would be at his worst. Her auds flicked, netting the sounds that whispered through the trees, and once more she glanced up at her companion, who dropped lower before catching himself, skimming above the canopy. She could feel his presence even when she couldn’t see him; it was as if he was a hum in the back of her mind, one that had vanished for those few weeks that he had left, and then it had started up again, faint, before it grew louder and she knew that Tarak had returned.
Often the hybrid had seen someone she knew well casting her curious or concerned looks, and for several moons she had wondered if her companionship was truthfully that scorned. No-one had yet actually approached her about it, but as she grew she began to think more and more about the stories of The Sight that the storyteller Ivee had woven on the emptier days, when the cubs ran wild and needed something to entertain them. There had always been a part of her that wondered, and now that she was nearly eight moons old she had begun to experience things that related closely to that of Larka and Fell. She had always seen flashes of things in the clear lake of Ge-Rad, nothing that was long enough to study, and had thought the first two or three times that it was simply her thoughts. Even now, it wasn’t taken seriously, but she hadn’t taken the time to visit the lake for some time. Ivee had spoken of the prophecy, and of Wolfbane and Brassa and Tor, and had spoke of Larka and the water, but truthfully nothing else.
There had been a single incident that had frightened Caoimhe out of her mind. It had been during Draeg and Kop’s disappearance, when she had refused contact with any other wolves in Ge-Rad other than her grandmother, her mother, and Renn, the golden wolf that despised her. She had intuitive knowledge of many of the things outside of Ge-Rad, and at the time to natural instinct to hunt. Growing famished, she had been desperate for a lera to hunt, and had stumbled across a rabbit. Chasing the hare, her mind had been focused on the blood that would fill her jowls, but she had experienced little flashes of cataclysmic panic during this and had started to pull up before she leapt forward, tearing into the animal. The scream of the hare had been her own as her sides and haunches were shredded by her own powerful claws. Scrambling away from the dying hare, the thing’s life had been known in her mind until it flared and died, and even then she realized when this had happened. Little did she know, Larka had experienced something of the same, though it had been much more terrifying. Caoimhe had refused to hunt after that, but the ache in her gut forced her to attempt to catch another scampering lera, and although the flashes didn’t bother again, she failed to be successful and soon after had been forced to return to the other wolves of Ge-Rad. Soon after, Draeg and Kop had returned, and there were no longer any issues that needed to be dealt with.
Pulling up sharply, the hybrid’s brow furrowed and her eyes sparked, crown tugging back and forth as muffled voices filled the clearing. Nares widening as the scents reached her maw, the silver and brindled she-wolf padded forward, hearing a rustle as Tarak broke through the canopy to follow her closely. The indistinct figures grew clearer as she approached, her cyan eyes fierce as they gazed around her, deciding where she would best fit in. There were always her parents, together in the side beside the Sikla and the Nurse, and there was her grandfather Draeg, but she would have felt somewhat awkward around him and suddenly missed another adolescent, Kop especially. The Varg they had all gathered to greet had something odd about her, not to mention her scarred features and her glowing ember-like eyes. Deciding to place herself in a position that was apart from the rest- for she didn’t really know any of her pack, although almost all of them were her family through either sire or dam, and thus stayed in the back, feeling Tarak settle somewhere behind her; likely a branch that he felt could secure his weight. Paws shifting beneath her, the young hybrid cleared her throat, gaze thrown toward the ivory Varg that stood before them all, though looked right at home. Perhaps a senior member of the old Ge-Rad? No. As Caoimhe studied her, she could sense something about her that in some way related her to the elder she-wolf. Dipping her head to the elder, she looked first to her parents, then to Draeg, for an introduction or explanation.
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Post by Uskiya on Jun 16, 2006 17:34:38 GMT -5
Uskiya smiled sheepishly as Draeg founf amusment in her antics to cool herself. She too let out a small chuckle, she could be funny, but most times she took care of the pups, and if not the pups then the pack as a whole. Except her mate, who she seemed to see little of. She worried about him, ever since they had their figh things still seemed awvkward. Even if she had forgave him. Bu something in her heart knew that more trouble was on it's way. Perhaps she would pay Mayan a visit in the vale soon. She made note of it so she wouldn't forget come tomorrow.
Uskiya let out a smile as her sister Lydair joined them, but there was somethng on the hybrid's mind that seemed to consume most of her at the moment. Knowing beter than to pry the nurse let it out of her mind, there were a lot of things going on lately and there was a infinite number of things Lydair could be thinking of. Slowly Koan joined the group and Uskiya let the conversation drift above her head. It was nie to see Mayan again, and the rest of the pack, but her family was gone. Noone seemed to really know where Cal was, their pups were out exploring or something. It left only the nurse to wander through Ge-rad. But perhaps she could spend time getting to know her packmembers more.
At Lydair's voice Uskiya turned and smiled. "Oh the pups are fine, ayasha met someone and is currently cavorting, Skep is exploring and teaching himself to hunt and Chilaili is around. She seems to be doing fine on her own. I'm proud of her in the way she deals with her sister. I'm not sure if Ayasha will ever change."
Soon Uskiya's neice, Caoimhe appeared, though they rarely talked. Both vags seemed to be busy on their own time. But it was nice to see her again. Maybe the whole pack would show up for the welcoming of Mayan. Uskiya chuckled to herself at the idea.
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