Figure From My Past (Kop)

[Amore]

The Ge-Rad Border. The stench of the Pack was thick in the air, the strange formidable Pack-scent causing Amore to gag slightly. It had been some time since the young fae had made a journey out of the Koran territory, preferring to stay among ehr Packmates for a while to hopefully yet unsuccessfully win Tarkah over. The snowy Drappa had distrusted the ivory Hybrid since they ahd first met, and it was with great reluctance that Tarkah had let Amore into the Koran at all. Since then, Amore had done her very best to toe the line, show Tarkah what she was made of and earn respect from the Drappa, but it was to no avail. The white fae had broken the rules once, allowing a Listern Mann to wander into Koranian terra. Drathlic had been AMore's first ever friend in Transylvania, and it ahd been him who comforted her and gave her a start in life as a wild Putnar, no matter how brief their meeting had been. And whilst they were cubs, the ruddy male and Amroe had romped together among the corridors of the Castle. They would remain friends for a long time, and if Tarkah didn't like it she could go chase her own tail - Drathlic was a good friend and Amore would not give him up. But it ahd not just been Drathlic who had played with the young Amore - another cub, a grizzled male dubbed Kop had joined in, though his serious ways were a bit...strange. It had been the thought of meeting Kop again that had drawn Amore to the Border, an oppotunity to meet up with an old friend.

Ah well, here goes, was her thought before she lifted her muzzle to the skies and howled Kop's name. As she waited, Amore began to think about Gyp. Gyp was an unfortunate collie who had decided to turn wild - and her reception ahd been worse than Amore's when she tried to join the Koran. The poor hound had been cornered by two strong Kerls, one brown adn the other ebon, yet streaked with neon green. AMore knew the names of neither male, but she had won a battle of words and driven the pair off. Or perhaps it was Drathlic's appearance that helped. Well, whatever it was, it ahd worked. Even now, Amore wondered what had happened to Gyp.

[Kop]

“Oh what now?” Kop muttered irritably as he heard his name called out. The grizzled mann lay snugly within the vast encampment of varg that formed his pack where he had, up until that moment at least, been dosing peacefully alongside the sleeping form of his niece Caiomhe. Pulling his ears tightly against his skull Kop gave out an annoyed growl and curled himself into a tight ball, attempting to block out the sounds of the world around him so that he might be able to return to his previous state of torpor. The call persisted, ringing out in the still air of the meadow and echoing throughout Ge-Rad. Kop ignored it, though he briefly wondered who was summoning him and why it was so damn important that they had to call him out by name. It wasn’t Cwen that was for sure, nor his father Draeg, had that been the case he’d have been forced to respond to their call and see what they wanted. It didn’t sound like Shako either or anyone else in Ge-Rad for that matter, and yet despite this it still sounded oddly familiar. Argh, it didn’t matter. Whoever it was, be they packmate or otherwise, they were doing a damn good job of keeping him up. Again Kop tried to ignore the persistent howl, folding his paws tightly over his ears in hopes that it would eventually stop. No such luck. “Oh alright, I’m coming dammit!” he finally howled, staggering unsteadily to his feet.

Letting out an aggravated snarl Kop hobbled away from small collection of sleeping wolves, his leg occasionally scraping against the ground so that his pace was slowed and it became difficult to maneuver his way through the large number of sleeping varg. Exiting the clustered group Kop increased his speed so that he was moving at an uneven lope, his gait still hindered by his weakened limb. As he made his way towards borders of Ge-Rad Kop’s thoughts again returned to pondering the identity of pack’s intruder, he didn’t know that many varg outside of Ge-Rad, mainly just a select few individuals he had met here and there early on during his youth. Was it possible that this varg was one of those few? It was possible, although he didn’t recognize the sound of their song a great length of time had passed since Kop had last seen anyone from his more spontaneous days. But who was it. Shaking his head Kop returned his attention to the matter at hand, whoever it was he would find out soon enough. He sighted her as he drew near the pack boundaries, a white wolf a little older then himself by the look of her though not by much. Curling his lip back into a slight snarl he came forward, shifting himself so that his crippled leg lay hidden behind him and arching his back in an attempt to look bigger. “Who are you femme and how do you know my name?” Kop demanded, fangs flashing threateningly in a fierce show of aggression.

Nagging feeling in the back of Kop’s mind told him that he was behaving foolishly and that he knew this femme though for the life of him he couldn’t remember from where. As he was now closer then he had originally been the grizzled man decided to take another moment to study the intruder more thoroughly, noting with some surprise the femme in front of him was no varg, at least not completely, but rather a hybrid like his beloved niece and half-brothers. Gray orbs squinting slightly Kop stared hard at the wolf hybrid’s face, peering straight into her azure blue eyes as he struggled to recall where he had seen her before. A moment later it came to him, craning his head forward and tilting his head Kop let his ears sag as he cast the white she-varg a somewhat skeptical look. “Wait a minute…Amore?”

[Amore]

((Ahem! Amore is younger than Kop.))

It was taking ages for Kop to arrive. Once she ahd finished her ringing, distorted cry, the pearly Hybrid settled herself down among some shrubbery, in plain view but warmer than she ahd been before. So many thoughts were crowded into her mind, so many what ifs it was impossible to concentrate on whether those things moving were shadows or other members of Ge-Rad. What if Kop didn't remember her? If the grizzled male had no recollection of her, then how would he react to a strange white faemme calling to him? Would he be angry? Would he attack? Hopefully he would recognise her Koranian Pack-scent before attempting anything. What if he did remember but had been brought up to hate Hybrids? No, that was impossible, Ge-Rad was infested with them - and, surprisingly, Amore had heard of them all. The ones that were exactly half-dog half-wolf were Firefly and Lydair, whilst their offspring were three quarters wolf and one quarter dog: Zenith and Raikan, sons of Draeg and Firefly (half-brother's to Kop but this did not pop up in her mind). Also, Kaemon, Koude and Caoimhe, sons and daughter of Lydair and Koan. Amore had met Lydair once and disliked her completelly, but she was young and stupid back then so it was more likely they would get along if they met again. What if he remembered her and didn't like her anyway? If he reacted with rage then what? If he dared atack her then she would probably tell her close friends, and seeing as that included Phantom, Co. Drappa of Koran, it was likely something may happen.

A sudden rustling before her in the Ge-Rad terra startled Amore, and she quickly forgot her what ifs and stared straight ahead, trying to focus on the scent. It was familiar, but due to the breeze coming from behind her it was impossible to tell anything else. Kop emerged from the undergrowth, his lip curled into a snarl. Like with all pure-blooded Varg, Amore was smaller than Kop, and far more slender to. If it came to him being aggressive, it would be far better to run. In a swift glance, Amore realised something was wrong. Kop was standing slightly awkwardly, keeping the weight off his hindleg as if he had a limp. Not many would notice such a detail, but Amore's compassionate nature and sharp eyes ensured she spotted it and she felt a tender sympathy for her old friend. His words were barbed and aggressive, his threats not masked as he questioned her. It hrut to have him react so visciously, and Amore stared sadly at him, not replying, hoping that he would realise who she was. She waited for what felt like an age before daring to open her mouth. Thankfully, Kop cut across her, giving ehr a skeptical look and daring to ask her if she was who she was. "Yes, Kop, it's Amore," She smiled softly at the Ge-Radian Mann. Her tassel swished from side to side slowly, her happiness at him remembering her showing in her features. "I see you have done well since we last met, once a Kerl and now the son of the Dragga of Ge-Rad. How are you?" As she spoke, the rivalry in their different Pack-scents became apparent, for, all of a sudden, his scent became a stench, one not as friendly as her own Koran scent.

[Kop]

((Argh, I'm so behind. This should've been up last week! Sorry but I wrote this up during the weekend and just forgot to post it, been really busy with school lately so I hardly have any free time to write any post. Anyway here's my post, again sorry for the delay))

The femme spoke, reintroducing herself to Kop as well as confirming the grizzled youth’s suspicions. Rearing his head back he couldn’t help but stare, his blue-gray eyes filled with surprise, Amore was one of the first varg Kop had met outside of Ge-Rad second only to Drathlic, the last time he had seen her had been in the stone den where Kop had found Drathlic nursing her leg after she sprained it when she had crashed into what was to become their mutual friend. She had been timid and frightened of them, fearing that neither of the young dragga’s would want anything to do with her on the account of her mixed heritage. However neither Kop nor Drathlic had felt any sort of enmity towards the fae and had, after some considerable convincing, befriended her, even attempting to rouse her into a quick tussle before being interrupted by Kop’s future packmate Lydair.

But that had been when they were pups, a great deal of time had passed since the two varg had last seen each other and while neither of them seemed to have changed to much in the passing moons things were far different from when they were pups. Especially now that Amore seemed to have joined a pack, the wolf dog’s scent reeked of strange varg and lands that could have only originated within on of the valley’s scattered throughout Transylvania though Kop wasn’t sure as to which. In either case it might pose a problem for the pair, Kop had never become to familiar with the packs surrounding Ge-Rad, mainly due to the fact that he had been captured before he could fully explore the entirety of his surroundings, however he had been taught by his parents and through experience that there were some that meant them harm. He already had the pleasure of meeting one such pack when Sarnes had invaded Ge-Rad’s borders, unfortunately that had also been the night that Kop’s newborn brother had been taken by what his parents presumed to be some kind of wildcat, possibly a lynx, though Kop felt that there was more to Krael’s disappearance then anyone knew.

Shaking his head slightly he returned his attention back to the matter at hand, knowing that he would have to question Amore about her new pack before he could fully welcome her to Ge-Rad regardless of his past history with her. Still Kop couldn’t help but feel a slightly elated at seeing his old friend again, he longed to learn what had happened to her after they went their separate ways at the stone den and ask if she had kept in contact with Drathlic during that time. Relaxing his posture somewhat but still maintaining a somewhat defense stance he nodded his head in greeting and flashed her a quick smile which quickly disappeared, as though to show Amore that though he was glad to see her that he would handled their meeting in strictly business manner until he was sure of her intentions. “Amore, it’s good to see you again. I’m fine really, just woke up to be honest.” At this his brow twitched slightly, showing that he was still slightly irritated about having been woken up. “Yup, some would say I’ve moved up in the world but it’s really no big deal. Being the son of the resident alpha’s doesn’t mean a thing unless it puts you next in line to run the pack and to be honest I really have no desire to lead at the moment anyway. But anyway let’s get back to you, you’ve obviously been doing well for yourself seeing as you got a pack now.” he cocked a brow. “Are they taking care of you?”

[Amore]

Amore's features took on a skeptical look, her sharp eyes not missing the irked twitch of his brow. They soon returned back to her small smile as Kop carried on, explaining that there were no true priviledges to being to high up in rank. She managed to remain composed when he enquired about her Pack, her mind flashing back to her Packmates. The numbers of the Koran ahd been boosted recently, and though it was ncie to know she wasn't the most recent member, being within the Koran was still disconcerting for Amore. Though she got on reasonably well with everyone, making sure she greeted each new or returning member with welcome, the pearly Hybrid still felt out of place - especially if she showed such friendly social acts infront o Tarkah. It was blatant to all that the snowy Drappa did not like Amore, and when you take in their meetings it is easy to see why. Amore had first met Tarkah when she had made a returning trip to the stone castle, something that was, for want of a better word, symbolic to the white fae, almost a full circle but not quite, as her life was not yet over. Three Varg had been there, the yougnest a small cub who's name Amore had not acquired, Dragga of Sarnes Serg and Tarkah. All three had shown open hostility, each one threatening Amore. The second time had been when Amore asked for acceptance into the Koran and it was with great reluctance that Tarkah had let her in. Now she lived with the Drappa day-in day-out, and it seemed that they were both uneasy with each other.

"More so than I first expected," Amore replied warily, knowing that it might not be completely wise to suddenly open up to Kop - it was obvious he felt the same. "I made quite an impression when I first arrived, and they all accept me for who I am. Our Drappa, Tarkah, still seems uneasy at letting a Hybrid into the Koran though."