Blissfully Unaware...

[Silent]

[The day was cool, the air crisp and snow still lay fresh on the ground about the Deciduous forest trees. Snow clouds congregated in the heavens above, always threatening to release them tiny white flakes.Down on the frozen forest floor the ebony she-varg walked.

Blisfully unaware that she had crossed over into the Ge-Rad lands without asking Tratto's Blessing, the young she-varg walked on, further into the forest depths and further into trouble. Muscles rippling under her coat she glanced about her through a very uusual golden gaze for a varg of such colour hue. Still the Scent of Ge-Rad were abscence in her nose, tail flicking she wandered on The occasional flick of an ear told her that she could sence something was in the air, stopping for a while she raised her muzzle and carefully sniffed the air. Only slight smell of Ge-Rad. Being new to the lands, the adolescent kerl did not know the scents of the packs. What there temperment was or if they accepted strangers lightly.

Suddenly, the she-varg stopped, a long whine escaped her maw as her past came through in her mind. Screaming varg and pictures of the bloodshed which happened. Her father lying murdered upon the crimson grass whilst her mother raced from sight, and out of her life. Then the picture of her silver sister. Silent, the one she never knew and that had been banished that very same day. The pictures scared the ebony hued varg. Sending her into a fit of whines and yelps. Some probably audable for the Ge-Rad pack. Alerting them that she was in there terratory. She fell to the snowy forest floor, her legs had buckled as she wished that she had never experienced the death of her mother and father. The siht of the snow varg lying in the terrator of her killers. She had followed the scent of a varg to here, not into these lands but she had followed the scent of her sister to the ands around, unaware that the varg was actualy her sister. Eventually the whines stopped and a low grol emitted from the depths of her throat. Standing back onto all four paws she stood strong, although quiverring from her experience, the she varg walked on. Still unaware of the dngers ahead.

(Sorry for the crappy post. *braindead*)

[Cwen]

((Ok…seeing as this was set back in winter with the snow…can I change the scenery to now seeing as it’s been a while and well…spring is here! *lopes around and dances*))

The sun shone dimply above through a thin blanket of dappling clouds as they made their way lazily across the hazy morning sky. Ge-Rad lay in silence, all varg either resting or scouting the far off boundaries. Though disturbance came when the form of a large grey and ivory pelted faemme emerged from a thicket hidden within the bracken. If this had been only a moon or so ago, the figure would have been stooped, tail low and head hanging in clear misery. But now, now this Drappa had returned. After the return of her beloved mate, the Dragga of Ge-Rad, and son Cwen had slowly recovered from her sickness and had been aided gratefully by Draeg and Lydair, their healing skills giving the silver, twisted Drappa a swift recovery.
Trotting sluggishly onto a paw trodden path not far off, the powerful form stretched off her sleep and yawned widely, shaking her head to rid the sleep from her now dazzling grey orbs. Rising her tail fully erect and licking her parched lips, Cwen grinned manically, gazing around her whilst feeling the renewal of power flowing through her veins. Passing a glance behind her, Cwen looked fondly at her mate, Draeg, curled up in the position he had fallen asleep in within their thicket den. Her grin turning a fraction softer, the Drappa’s auds flexed back as she let out a soothing whine before turning her focus back onto the path and following her paws as they led her towards a near-by spring.

Taking a slight detour from the path and weaving her way through the spruce and pine that were now not so closely dispersed, Cwen entered a small clearing and approached the small trickling brook, crouching by it’s edge and lapping lavishly at it’s soothing texture. Perking her auds suddenly and lifting her head, crystalline droplets of water beading on her pearly white chin hairs and catching the light beautifully in the moment of stillness. Pausing for several seconds before frowning curiously, Cwen let out an almost inaudible growl before silently getting to her paws and slinking back into the dappled shadows of tree and undergrowth.
The silver Drappa had heard something not too far from the clearing, whines or yelps possibly. Though they did not remind her of any varg within her own pack. Slowing as she rounded on the line of bracken that bordered the forest line from the larger track used more frequently, her grey orbs sharp and auds now listening to all the sounds made by the forest around her slinking, silent form. Though it took little time to spot the ebony figure walking in the same direction of her though on the opposite side of bracken. Stopping and lowering her body until her belly was pressed firmly against the leaf litter, Cwen remained completely silent and watched the figure as it stopped and began to whine and yelp further. The only ebony varg that Cwen remembered to dwell within her borders was Amaya, though as the faemme’s head swung further to the side so that the Drappa could get a good look at her facial features, her golden hues gave the faemme away to be a stranger.
Growling deeply, now loud enough to be heard, Cwen emerged from the undergrowth, her thick brushy tassel now completely erect and bristling, along with her hackles. Curling her lips back only slightly so that the tips of her pearly white canines were visible, grey hues staring intently at the intruder. “What business do you have within the borders of my pack kerl?” her voice barked out to get the youth’s attention if her growl beforehand had failed to. Unluckily, Cwen was upwind from the faemme, so she could not scent any pack on her – so really, she was guessing that the youth was a Kerl.

[Silent]

The young varg turned sharply as a noise in the undergrowth, an unsure growl creeping up her throat, escaping her maw as a warning to whom ever may be lurking in the shadows about her. Fenris warmed her ebony back as the youth backed away from where the sound came from, she turned again to flee before a voice wrang out in her ears. The voice sent a shiver through her whole skinny body, richochetting off every bone which helf the almost emaciated frame up. She looked up through her golden hued eyes to see an ivory pelted, large faemme before her. She dropped to her knees.

In her mind, the voice was telling her that the ghost of her mother had come to haunt her, but the faemme had talked harshly, she had rememberred her snow white mother to talk sweetly and softly to her young cubs. Her eyes opened to take in the light and the sight of the ivory hued fae before her, the growl again shook the youth. Te question in her ears, what was she doing here?
"Im sorry..." was all the young varg could say, her trembling preventing her thoughts as she tried to raise herself into the position of where she could flee easily incase of hostile actions. Her legs shaking, almost buckling from beneath her. She could not meet the ivory fae's maw, let alone stand up to her and stare her in the eye. She was too afraid.
"Im sorry for tresspassing...".

(Crappy post, sorry braindead but didn't want to keep you waiting...)

[Cwen]

((By the way, I’m not all white, I’m grey along my back. Just cause you said ‘ivory varg’ >.< ))

Watching as the youth fell in fear before Cwen’s dust touched paws, a broad grin began to spread up her pearly white maw and her grey hues flashed with malice and insanity. It had been a while since another had been so afraid of her, since becoming Drappa of Ge-Rad most had grown to hate her and often retaliated against her rather than bow down to her. Not that the Drappa had grown power mad nor was she wanting others to bow down to her at every opportunity, but she was expecting respect. Like the respect Draeg received from them. Growling deeply to rid these thoughts from her mind, Cwen chuckled slightly as she watched how terrified this stranger was before her, ebony pelt quaking slightly even with the terror. It amused her greatly.
Taking a few steps towards the cowering faemme, Cwen growled deeply and lowered her head, snapping her wicked jaws at the air just before her muzzle to frighten the youth further. “And the reason for your trespassing was…?” she asked in an expecting tone, her muzzle hovering by the varg’s aud. Lips were pulled back slowly to reveal the shimmering array of razors that were simply pleading to pierce skin and a wicked tongue that wanted to taste that blood of another. This was the most fun the twisted Drappa had had in a long time, and she was going to lap up every moment of it.

[Silent]

(Ooopsy, ok, I will keep that in mind)

The ebony youth stepped back slightly as the other advanced toward her. The other she-varg seemed to enjoy her cowering, she could't help it, being alone for so long had made her become more of a pup than an adolescent on the verge of adult hood. Her golden eyes started at the paws of the drappa, not daring to move further up her body and to the muzzle. Then the snap of the drappa and the voice almost demanding to know why she was in her lands, 'trespassing' as she liked to call it. The younger, darker hued female whimperred almost pathetically before she could think of the words to say. Suddenly, it happened.

The ebony varg felt her paws slip from beneath her, golden optics snapping shut as her almost emaciated body slammed against the ground. A yelp escaped from her maw in an instance as another moving image flashed in her now closed eyes. Not the image of the white varg with grey along her back. But the sight of a truly silver varg, a male, large and muscular. His muzzle wrinkeled in a snarl as he advanced toward another silver pup. She yelped again, the flashing of ivory fangs and the fight arose again, from the depths of her memory. Haunting her life once more. She watched, as crimson liquid was flying across the grass. Blood. It was terrifying, horrific as she watched the fighting, then a long howl of pain and the feeling of death arose in the air around her. An ebony male, just like herself lay murdered in the grass, the silver male standing above him. Laughter of the devil himself emitting from his maw as his eyes were cast upon herself, suddenly he jumped towards her. Another yelp of pain, this time herself who had been the bearer of a gash.

Her eyes snapped open, the light of the sun god Fenris filtering into the golden orbs, the ebony she-varg was yelping, clearly in pain in what she had just experienced. Her golden yes, once filled with fear glazed over like she was about to lose her sould and life. Gasps for air came from her open maw as her sides heaved. Her eyes set upon Cwen, the wicked grin brought the fear back, she whimpered the words.
"Don't hurt me..." She managed to whimper through the small yelps and the other gasps for air. "Im looking for my sister..." It seemed that the claws of the vision in her mind, had actually brought a scar upon her shoulder, just suddenly it had appeared, the pain burning inside it like a wildfire. Her eyes looked up at the drappa, still glazed from her experience.

[Cwen]

The wicked faemme remained how she stood, head lowered low enough that her muzzle was hovering close to the intruder’s aud and her sinister grin lingered where it had crept. Observing the quaking form of the younger faemme, Cwen watched as the youth began to shake now uncontrollably as her eyes clenched tightly shut, jerking and writhing almost as if in pain at an unseen foe. Frowning slightly, the silver Drappa growled with uncertainty. She had been in a similar situation to this once recently…but before she could speak to the fae and get a grasp of what was going on, her lids flew open and golden hues stared terrified into the grey orbs of Cwen.
Yelping and whining her reply, Cwen listened intently and her frown furrowed deeper as her head lifted high so she could look down at the writhing form of Night, she was completely terror struck; and Cwen had the feeling that she wasn’t the only cause for this. Something subtle appeared across the youth’s shoulder, almost as thought a scar had suddenly appeared – a wound that was no longer open and seeping, but healed and yet still visible. Though it was clearly causing Night further pain and fright.

Growling and shifting her paws slightly, Cwen couldn’t stifle a snarl of annoyance and it whipped across her pearly white muzzle, pink gums flashing and ivory canines glistening under Fenris’ golden beams. “If you don’t quit this behaviour I might be forced to hurt you simply through annoyance!” she snapped angrily, snapping her jaws together with a satisfactory ‘clack’ before regaining her stance and allowed her lips to relax slightly. Frowning once more and pushing her auds forward she took a small step back to get a better look of this stranger. “What is your name? And why do you think your sister resides within my pack?” she questioned, a growl edging her words as she awaited another babble of words and whines.

[Silent]

The ebony adolescent jumped back at snarl which came forth from the lips of the drappa. Night lowered her head again, sniffing the ground cautiously even though she was in trouble already. A sudden breeze rustled the ivory pelt with the only white mark upon her shoulder, the star like shape. She looked back up to the faemme and sniffed gently, a whine escaping from her own maw as she listened to the threat soon followed by almost dfemanding questions about herself. The ebony hued youth picked herself up from the forest floor and shook the leaves from her pelt, words rolling over in hr mind about what she should say to not adgitate the other more than she had already. Her golden optics glistened as she intently thought before the words ecaped through her lips.

"My name is Night Star... I didn't know there was a pack here... My sister is a silver pelted she-varg.. I don't know where she is..
There was a slight whine at the end as she suddenly though of the silver hued female which currently resided in the Listern pack. Although her sister did not know as she had not made it that far yet. She looked hopefully up out of her golden gaze at the older Drappa who was demanding the answers. Her words had not come out perfect, but the ebony hued youth seemed to become a little more confident to please the ivory faemme who's back was darker, almost grey. She sighed deeply and flicked her ears back as she closed her eyes gently, suspecting the Drappa to chase her away or bite her maw for tresspassing upon her packs land. Slightly opening one golden eyes, she looked gently at Cwen, they seemed to plead for help, or guidance toward her sister, or to not be harmed. She waited, the wind rustling her fur and she listened carefully for a snarl, growl, or nasty comment. The birds seemed not to care as the flew about above the two varg below them, singing their little hearts out and searching for insects to feed their young.

(A load of babble at the end of it. Crappy post. Muse left half way through)

[Cwen]

The silver Drappa listened to the youth’s words and growled lightly as she contemplated them. She knew of no silver faemme around this varg’s age, but of course she had not been given a name to put a pelt to. Peering down at the ebony faemme, her golden hues full of worry, pleading that the Drappa would not chase her away without some help at least. Sighing in annoyance her lips twitched and she flicked her tail to show her impatience. “What’s her name? This sister you speak of,” she asked, her tone edged with aggravation.
Her auds flexed back and then perked forward once again, listening intently for the approaching of another. If no one came, then Cwen would have the delight of chasing this trespasser out on her own. That was always amusing, showing others that she was boss and that no one could beat her to a challenge. This was Ge-Rad, and it belonged to her. If another varg wanted it, tough. It was unlikely that she knew this youth’s sister, but none the less she asked. If her sister was as stupid as this one to walk into a foreign territory then at least Cwen could let her know that she had crossed by – that way at least she wouldn’t so much have to chase the annoying little runts out.

((No problem - sorry for the later reply. And also, this post suuuucks!))