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Post by Shakó on Jul 28, 2006 18:03:40 GMT -5
//Er, let's see- I guess anyone can post here, but I would really like Yelae, Draeg and/or Cwen //
Fenris shone though leaves of green, her rays reflecting off an ivory back. Large, silver paws thumbed upon the familiar grounds, as a wet black nose in hailed scents around him. Though, he could hardly make out one scent from another, the very thick boarder of Ge-Rad was one not to be missed, not even by the male’s out-of-tune nose. His ivory tail wagging, the male stepped up a pace, his muscles rippling under his ivory coat. A long, pink tongue lolled from a silver muzzle, as bright gold eyes seemed to shimmer with glee. “This really is a sight for sore eyes,” the male said absent mindedly, to the lighter and less noisy male beside him.
Indeed, it had been moons since the ivory beta Shakó had laid paws upon his home turf. Then, he was truly ivory, with a winter coat that had just began to shed. Now, stripped of the heavy coat, the male’s underbelly, neck, and face had once again regained it’s silver marks. Not to mention, the male felt much lighter and comfortable as the temperatures climbed. It was certainly hotter here than up further in the mountains, where a cool fall like temperature remained.
That was where Shakó had been these past moons, further up in the mountains. The coming of his long lost brother Bane and his startling news brought Shakó to his paws. The male had thought if he went up in the mountains himself, that maybe he could find the Mikari pack again, and perhaps bring it to it’s paws again. It was a long shot, not to mention quite stupid now that he thought about it. But at the time of the news, Shakó had still been in a depressed mood about his sister. He thought- that just maybe, he would find her with Talken and Kenhré, playing along site with Teggah or Feghné. That he would wake up, and everything would have just been an ugly dream, that everything would be all right. Even Bane offered to help, as he led Shakó to the last place he had saw them.
For moons they search, half the time apart. One time the piebald male came back with new wounds, some of his old wounds had reopened. Bane claimed that their was this nasty pack of Vargs who ran in with him, thinking that Bane was somehow going to take over their territory. The packs up in the mountains moved around a lot, and were ruthless. Which was exactly why Talken had made the mountains his home. The packs were constantly battling over territory, and constantly moving. Shakó had always been led to believe that their pack was the biggest, the toughest, the best. After running into one of two of the thriving packs, Shakó had wondered how he had ever gotten off scotch free.
The time hadn’t been all wasted, however. When they were together, the two couldn’t help but talk. It seemed they were closer now, on some level. After all, Bane let it slip how envious he was of couples sometimes, and how he wanted to find the perfect mate. Man, Bane’s choice of lover was certainly different from what Shakó had pictured, and that was all he was willing to say. With a sideways glance at his brother, he couldn’t help but smirk at how hot with embarrassment Bane had become. It was certainly a new side to him, and proof that Bane was capable of love. Just- not the kind that first came to one’s mind.
Once the two had stumbled upon Kenhré’s resting place, Shakó had realized the worst had happened. But he also realized something else, too. Like, how stupid and selfish it was to just leave his pack, his home. How stupid it was to just think that everything he’s been though these past years had been nothing but and ugly dream. Yes, he had bad times; his sister, the downfall of the first Ge-Rad and Bryrpaw, the whole mess with his heart sister Lydair and her mate Koan; but he had also had some of the best times. He had a father at his most adolescent years, when he thought that part of his life was over. It was Bryrpaw that had given Shakó his first home, and who cared for him. Even when the pack had vanished, Shakó was still able to call Ge-Rad a home, despite how much things had changed. Draeg had accepted him, even after how long it took for Shakó to accept Dreag. He had met Lydair, and the two had became heart siblings. And most importantly, he had found love. Shakó could never be so selfish to wish away the one he loved, when he pined for her with his whole heart.
Yelae, even though she had became Sikla of the pack, Shakó loved her with his whole heart. It pained him to see how broken she was due to the pack position, but he never loved her less. Being away for so long made him realize how much she loved him, how deeply she cared for him. A smile flickered upon his maw, as he remembered all the times she had been with him. She said she would always love him, which was exactly how he felt about her. She even put up with Shunké, despite the whole pack. And he remembered their last meeting, how happy she had been to see him when Draeg was gone, causing Shakó to work endlessly without seeing her. But most importantly, he remembered that one of the last times they have been with each other, she had mentioned about starting a family of their own. Shakó was simply ecstatic about being a father, raising cubs of his own. Yelae, if he could guess, wasn’t any less exited. After the war, it was, and in the Spring. But now, the Spring had passed and the war was ceased, due to uncertain conditions. Perhaps now, they could finally begin that family that they had always wanted. With permission of Draeg and or Cwen, of coarse.
Ever since the begging of his life, when he had been lost in the woods for suns, Shakó thought he had lost his family forever. He had always wondered how the others were doing, and couldn’t help but be a bit envious in the beginning. But what he didn’t realize, was his family was here, this whole time. The Vargs he was living with- the pack that he protected so honorably- they are his family. They might not be blood, but they weren’t worth being thrown away for something else.
Shakó stopped, looking around. He and Bane were near the den now, as Shakó lifted his silver muzzle toward Fenris, trying to catch a scent. The only thing he could catch a whiff of was several Vargs, but he couldn’t give names or times they’ve been there. ‘Man, what good am I? Can’t even catch a straight scent,’ Shakó thought bitterly. His gaze turned toward Bane, the ivory silver beta lifted his muzzle once again in the air, letting his vocals do the rest.
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Bane
Sikla
Manipulating Sociopath
Pucker up, kiss a nut, 'cause it sells to be a slut~
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Post by Bane on Jul 28, 2006 19:22:02 GMT -5
A large, piebald male made his was into Ge-Rad territory. His paws were silent, unlike his larger brother’s. White fur flashed against the green foliage, which was now full and out of bloom, unlike the last time he was here. His coat was also much thinner, but the patch of black upon the right side of his face remained as clear as it was in the winter; along with the black sock on his front paw. Icy blue eyes kept forward, along with erect bicolor ears. “Sure is- green,” was all Bane could reply to his younger brother.
Bane, along with Shakó, had been up in the mountains searching for the last of the Mikari Clan. He had led his brother up in the mountains, for fear that on one small chance they just might run into Talken. Now, Bane couldn’t have that, could he? After all he’s done, after all his effort, he just couldn’t let that all go down the drain now. So, as both Vargs made their way up the mountains, him and Shakó split up. Not to mention, Bane couldn’t stand being so nice to his brother all the time, he had to make nice with him. Which, in the end, they ended up doing.
The two had honestly got close, so close that Bane no longer really envied his “perfect” life so bad, and wanted to it. No, apparently, they had much more “brotherly moments” than Bane had ever anticipated. One Shakó had begun rambling about his love life, Bane couldn’t help but feel depressed and alone. He accidentally let it slip about his secret love life, which made him embarrassed at once. But Shakó didn’t hate him for it, something Bane didn’t think possible. That only made the two closer.
When the two went their separate ways, Bane did find Talken. He was mad, almost as if he were rabid. The sight of Bane made the Dragga’s head turn, as he began ripping toward Bane. The Dragga looked awful- fur loss, weight loss, he even seemed to be hallucinating. Feghné and Teggah were long gone, only two other brutes stayed along side of Talken. Bane could have took Talken on himself, but the other two made if more difficult for the young mann to do much damage. Bane left, more wounds on himself than any of the three. There was really nothing more he could do.
As pawsteps entered the Ge-Rad terrain, Bane thought of finally asking the Alphas. He had been waiting so long, and his plans had even changed a bit. Well, for the better, if one was to evaluate them. For some suns he had rested here, healing. Even after his run in with Talken, Bane was still now fully healed, except for some minor cuts that have mostly scabbed. Still, the male didn’t look too beat up, and neither did Shakó. The Beta has also suffered some scratches, but now were mostly, if not fully healed.
Watching his brother’s glance, Bane knew what to do. Coping Shakó, Bane raised his head, muzzle to the sky. His maw parted, he joined in with Shakó’s call, their melodies intertwining.
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Post by Draeg on Jul 31, 2006 12:15:39 GMT -5
The brother’s call reverberated across the sky, ringing out through all of Ge-Rad with crystal clarity. Ears becoming erect to the sound a scrawny male lifted his head from betwixt his large forelimbs, his thinning amber pelt shinning slightly in the sunlight causing it to take on a rich golden hue of honey and caramel. Recognition filled his amber eyes and steadily he rose to his feet, blunt claws clicking softly as they came into contact with the smooth stone surface of his perch. Quirking his brow and cocking a curious aud he abandoned his perch on the Bedded Rocks, leaping down the series of slate stones that jutted out from the earth as he made his way to investigate the appearance of the unexpected visitors.
It had been moons since Shako` had been seen anywhere remotely near Ge-Rad, having abruptly disappeared after the sudden arrival of his brother, Bane, Draeg had suspected that the white wolf’s disappearance had had something to do with the horrendous state the piebald male had been in when he arrived in Ge-Rad. Regardless of the reasons Shako` had returned and while Draeg was grateful to have the ivory varg back Shako` would have a lot of explaining to do when the amber Dragga finally caught up to him. Moving along at a steady trot his trek eventually brought him to a worn, well used path that cut clear through the clearing, it was one of the many trails that had been formed during the time of the current alpha’s predecessors though whether it predated the reign of Brypaw and Talla Draeg had never been able to determine. Dirt shifting beneath his large paws Draeg followed the trail, occasionally turning into one of the various turnoffs that presented themselves but most of the time he merely ignored the countless series of intersections and pathways that branched out from main path like veins.
Having explored them all he knew exactly where each pathway would lead him and subsequently chose to follow the routes which would bring him closer to his destination the quickest. However even as he drew closer to the invisible barrier surrounding his home a thought lingered in the back of his mind and he found himself wondering who accompanied Shako`. Seeing that it would be of little consequence in a few moments the amber Dragga decided to let the matter drop for the time being though he still couldn’t help but wonder who the ivory beta had brought with him and for what reason. Taking brief a moment to study the breeze Draeg inhaled the seemingly infinite number of scents that hung in the air, discerning the older ones from the newer and sorting out the stale from the fresh as he picked his way through each scent until finally identifying that belonging to the ivory beta. Muzzle elevated slightly in the air Draeg followed the familiar scent off the trail, breaking out into a slight lope as his pace increased and he began making his way towards the tree line. It was considerably cooler within the shade of the forest though Fenris' brilliant light still found a way to penetrate the cluttered canopy of the forest, but the dappled patterns of light that resulted from such conflict were of little consequence to Draeg at the moment.
By this time the pair's scent was overpowering, knowing that he was close the amber Dragga lifted his muzzle again and set forth a resonating howl to announce his arrival as well as his exact location to the two varg. He was nearing the den when he caught sight of them, a large silvery-white varg accompanied by an oddly colored dragga lurking amidst the trees like a pair of specters. Slowing to a halt Draeg regarded both wolves for a moment in silence, his amber gaze wandering from one to the other as though trying to determine which one to speak to first. Finally he settled his gaze on the shimmering white who, despite his newly acquired coloration, Draeg instantly recognized to be Shako`, brother of the partially maddened she-wolf Shunke`, adopted son of Ge-Rad's former dragga, mate to the pack's currently sikla, Yelae, and beta male to Ge-Rad.
Unsure whether he should welcome his friend home or scold him for shirking his duties and abandoning his family Draeg merely stood there, however after a moment he shrugged, apparently having collected himself, and bounded forward to greet the pair. "Shako`, it's good to see you again. I trust your trip was pleasant?" he growled warmly, bumping his head affectionately against the younger male's chest. Then whispering into his ear. "You have a lot of explaining to do once we're through here." Turning his attention to the piebald male Draeg offered him a polite nod. "Bane is it? I thank you for returning Shako` to us, he has been greatly missed…even if he doesn't know it." At this he snorted slightly before continuing. "I take it you'll be wanting to stay with us for a while?"
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Post by Cwen on Aug 7, 2006 4:20:58 GMT -5
The sky above was an open canvas that had already been splattered with an array of white stars and, in the far distance towards the Carpathian Mountain range, a large almost full moon. Tor, the Goddess of the night sky, shone down upon the land and blessed it with a milky white glow. However, beneath the branching canopy of the forest, a silver varg stalked her lands, tail held rigid and head low to the ground, scenting for any intruders who may have stumbled into her territory. The varg was that of a large faemme with powerful muscles and build. She was the Drappa of her pack; Ge-Rad. Her pelt was an ivory of the purest white, yet was marked from the top of her muzzle, along her head, neck, shoulders and back all the way to the tip of her tail in an array of light and dark greys, many of the darkest black along her spine. Her eyes, bright and alert they were, shimmered a mysterious blue/grey under Tor’s pearly white glow. Cwen. Queen. And indeed, Queen of her land. Mate to Draeg and mother of four adolescent youths. Though she beamed power, there was another side to this twisted soul that was so delicate it could shatter immediately given the wrong touch.
A piercing howl broke the unusual silence of the night and the faemme’s head raised as her cycling legs drew to a halt. Broad auds grew erect on her head as keen eyes stared into the dark forest. The howl was very familiar – and she knew it almost immediately to be that of her Beta male Shakó. However, the howl which followed was less familiar. Cwen knew of a male who had been brought into Ge-Rad’s territory and nursed back to health after some severe wounds, though she had never met him or known his name. Though both howls had resided from the same location, so whoever it was had clearly arrived with Shakó. Less suspicious when thought of that way. Cwen’s ivory legs began to move once more beneath her and picked up the pace swiftly, the dark trees and undergrowth blurring past her as she ran down one of the well used paw-trodden paths. Her auds perked once again as another howl sounded into the night – it was that of her mate Draeg’s. Growling slightly with pleasure that her mate too was on the case, she leapt and bound over the debris of the forest floor and made her way rapidly towards the trio gathering. A short while later she slowed and emerged from the path which had led her towards the clearing in which the three males stood. One of ivory and silver – this she knew to be Shakó – and the other to be ivory with an odd black marking across his facade. Turning her muzzle slightly in the direction of Draeg, the ember pelted male, Cwen smiled softly and licked his muzzle gently before pulling her head away and glancing back towards the other two. The smile had been stripped off her maw and it now held a more serious look, the look that spoke of power and the need to be respected. Nodding sharply to Shakó she growled lightly to him. “Welcome back Beta. It has been a while,” her vocal were hard and almost harsh sounding, though she meant her words to be kind and welcoming. It was just habit now to speak in such a tone with her pack members. Turning now to the other male, her aud twitched as she heard Draeg name him ‘Bane’. Indeed she did not know him, but she had heard of him. With little to say to him she merely let a deep rumbling growl sound from her throat, a warning towards him if there should be any trouble, he’d know of it.
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Bane
Sikla
Manipulating Sociopath
Pucker up, kiss a nut, 'cause it sells to be a slut~
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Post by Bane on Aug 7, 2006 13:56:21 GMT -5
The brush seemed to part as another Varg entered, this one Bane knew. He was a large, handsome gold male named Draeg; the alpha of the pack. As the mann stood before the two brothers, Bane lowered himself, his chest upon the ground and his tail down. He made sure his icy eyes did not leave the sight of the ground, for this was custom for Bane. It was one of Talken’s few demands, really. Well, if you didn’t want to get a fang in your neck. “Greetings, Draeg.” Bane murmured. “Sorry for the intrusion, I just sort of- followed shako. He made the decision to come home on his own.” His words were the truth, Bane just tagged along on shako’s little adventure. Well, for the part where he was with shako.
He let his body be raised from the ground, after a short snort from the Dragga. Bane casted a look in Shako’s direction, for one could tell that the beta was sure as hell in a lot of trouble. Well, when you up and go for a little trip, abandon your duties with no warning, one had to suspect as much. Bane wondered if Shako thought he would be welcomed with open paws. His attention shortly wondered from Shako back to Draeg, as the male spoke again. Before answering, Bane bowed deeply again, just as a silver fae march out of the brush. Something told him that she was not one to mess with, and bane could only guess by the affection she displayed for the Dragga that she was indeed, Drappa. Well, the position was suiting, he gave her that.
Once again, harsh words of trouble were exchanged to the beta brother, and a growl from the vocals was intended for Bane. Bane didn’t want to start nothing, nor give the pair, or even the pack reason to doubt him or his intentions. Reluctantly, bane bowed once again, showing the Drappa that she was dominant. This was hard for him, considering Bane grew up with a weak and unfit Drappa. To him, the fae species were lesser; for emotions were a higher around them. Still- “Good evening, Madam. My name is Bane, kin of Shako, son of Talken.” Bane replied in a soothing tone. He then turned back to Draeg, giving him a response.
“Yes, sire. Well, sort of. You see- my pack, my old pack, is gone. A Kerl I am, right to the bone. Shako is the only remaining family I have left, other than my sister, of coarse. But, on our trip, at least shako had a place to go. Here, his home, where he could always be welcome. This- is what I wish. Someplace to be called home, to rest from time to time. If- if that can be acuminated, of coarse.”
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Post by Shakó on Aug 7, 2006 20:00:38 GMT -5
A short howl of arrival brought silver ivory ears to an erect forward state. Gold eyes lay upon the foliage, as an ivory banner began to wag to and fro as the male ceased to move. He knew who that call belonged to, and he could hardly contain his excitement. ‘Stop it, you’re acting like such a puppy!’ he said to himself. Usually patient, Shako now seemed eager as ever, especially when his own gold eyes laid on the familiar coat of ember; Draeg’s coat of ember. Almost forgetting his manners, shako stumbled a bit as he bowed his head, his tail lowered. Though it wasn’t as nearly as deed as Bane’s, it was still to show respect for his Dragga. At first, the Dragga stared at the two, as if pondering what to do or say. Only a moment passed, before the male bounded forward toward the duo.
“...I trust you had a pleasant trip”The male growled warmly as he rubbed shako’s silver chest in greeting. His words meant well, but left a sinking feeling in Shako’s stomach. “Pleasant” wasn’t what shako would have called it, at least. Well, it wasn’t supposed to be “pleasant”, anyways. He was looking for his deteriorating birth pack, for Tor’s sake! How did such a trip end up to be “pleasant”? Did he really look that cheerful? A sideways glance at his brother gave him the answer. One was spared, at least. And it seemed, like Shunke had changed, so did he. Except, it seemed for the better, in Bane’s case. Only when Draeg reached the mann’s ear, did Shako understand his hesitation. His ears flicked back, he was in trouble. Not only that, but he just realized what he had done. He had left the pack, no warning. He had left the pack, and his duties. His duties to his family. His was Beta, second hand, he was trusted. How did that affect him now? Did he lose what trust he had with Draeg? All’s Shako knew, was he did have a lot of explaining to do. It was the least he could do, anyhow. An explanation, and crawl on the ground, begging for forgiveness.
Shako was only listing with half an ear as Draeg spoke to Bane, but his attention was once again swayed when the rustling of the green Ge-Rad foliage brought another Varg to the scene. Shako instantly recognized the silver pelt of his large Drappa, Cwen. Like Draeg, Shako bowed his head, his tail and gaze down in respect. Her tone, harsh, made Shako really think on his mistakes. ‘Man, I did screw up,’ he thought bitterly. Shako knew, that he would have to answer to both of him, whether he liked it or not. But whether he did like it or not, he owed them that, like said before. The mann hated feeling guilty.
Bane had now began to answer Draeg first. Shako only half listened, but with what he did hear, he had begun to feel a bit better about his trip. The brother who once was such a trouble maker, who wanted everything in the world, now had nothing. His pack, the only one he knew, had perished. He was a Kerl, with no real place to call “home” of his own. Is that why he followed Shako back to Ge-Rad? After all, Shako didn’t remember telling him to come home with him. Nor did he remember telling Bane to leave. He simply- followed Shako to Ge-Rad. Maybe all his talk had really stirred up a piece of Bane, that made him feel even left out and unwanted than before. Their had been the talk of them living together in Ge-Rad- but Bane said he couldn’t stay permanently. Shako wondered, trying to spare pieces of the conversation they held- with little luck. Not all was remembered, after all.
At the same time, he was waiting for Bane to finish. After he did- after Draeg and Cwen perhaps said something to him- then it was Shako’s turn for sure. There would be no holding back- he would tell them everything. No more excuses.
//Meh, sorry. Kind of crappy. I though it made sense, though.//
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Yelæ
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Fire-kissed Sikla of Ge-Rad
*-Loving Shak? with all her heart-* Proud Mother of Two
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Post by Yelæ on Aug 8, 2006 11:31:36 GMT -5
The blesed full moon of Tor casted a somewhat eerie glow upon Ge-Rad terra. The Sikla of the packlands had been rather elusive and somewhat, well, saddened...not out of the unusual for her, however. Shako had been gone for awhile, causing part of her heart to feel rather empty without her mate, but then again, she had not seen him for the longest of times. He had been gone for reasons she knew very little of, but from talk and scents amongst the lands, Yelae was told it had something to do with family.
Family... Something rather important to the young she-Varg. Before joining a pack, she had no family, only parents and a pack that was cruel towards her. But now, despite the red-breasted female being of the lowest rank in the pack, she did have a family...her pack. She had been with her family for almost a year now, and despite some hardships maintaining a relationship, the demure wolf had become rather pleased and used to the fact that this was her home.
And my, the pack had grown after she arrived. Two couples had cubs, and soon enough, the cubs that were just born became fully weaned and longing for the outside world. Some had departed already, and Yelae regretted the fact that she had failed to know them better. A sense of longing stirred in her heart, but then something interrupted her thoughts. A familiar howl...
Ears cupped forward, Yelae rises, immediately heading towards the area in which the howl was supplied. Few minutes afterwards, the recessive Varg had found herself gazing at a group of Varg...and among them was someone who she had missed for such a long time...someone who she loved near and dear to the very core of her heart, and almost suddenly the feeling of emptyness within her heart was now a filled void. Ge-Rad's trusted Varg, Ge-Rad's Beta, Ge-Rad's Shako...
But her mate. "Shako..." she murmurs, quiet yet audible through the crowd, but her voice grew as she realized that he would not be leaving. "Shako!" But she held herself from running, and instead walked at a hurried pace over towards him. She snaked between the crowd until her neck was resting on her mate's own. Who cares if she might have been interrupting? Shako was back, and oh how she missed him so.
Whimpering slightly, she let another murmur slip through her maw, "I...I missed you so much..."
//Wow, that post sucked...-.-//
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Kairi
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-= K A I R I =-
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Post by Kairi on Aug 8, 2006 22:06:11 GMT -5
Under the light of the pale Tor a red form lay, silver blue eyes shone and reflected a bright red when the moonlight hit her oculars just right. Eyelids drooped and blinked as she took in the sites of her birth pack, the Gerad.. Or what she used to call her birth pack. But this was not her pack. THey had merely taken her lands and the stubborn femme resisting the want to flee the now infested Ge rad territories. Or what Kairi depicted as... infested. Her stubbornness anchored her down, determined to give the alphas hell. Draeg. THat was the one she wanted dead the most. Her skin flushed with the ver ythought of the dragga who chased her father away. One of his mates, the drappa, Cwen. They had something in common. An anger and fury that bubbled in them but Kairi wouldn't care. She was his mate and she too would be blamed for 'infesting' Rather the crimson femme enjoyed teasing Cwen. The angrier her drappa got, the more amusing.
Though as rude and disrespectful Kai may be, she had a soft heart though it was hidden. The fae could not show weakness. Kairi let out a small grunt as she lifted herself from the ground and giving her pelt a healthy shake. Her eyes swept the shadowy mists of the Ge rad forest when her eyes caught movement. Kairi's ears perked immediatly, her tail swaying behind her. Quietly yhe crimson fae tip toes towards the moving shadow. Kai lifted her head and spotted a flash of silver.
Tongue ran over her chops as she took in the scents around her. THe musk of Cwen came to her nostrils. Kairi grinned, it had been a while since she had taunted the drappa, since she was so busy moping about her sons or what not. So the youth crawled forward after Cwen.
Though no sooner did she start did she lose track of the drappa. Kairi yawned, losing interest as fatigue began to settle in her system. The crimson femme began to turn back when voices caught her attention. It soon clicked that Cwen was headed towards something. Kairi tilted her head when a sudden rush of song weaved into her ear drums. Kai shooked her head as she took in the melody. Her eyes grew at the recognitionof the howl. Paws lifted as she perked herself up to hear it again, to check it over once more. Was it really Shako?
She regarded the male as her brother, as he had been adopted and taken into the fien care of her own father Bryrpaw. Kairi grinned her tail swishing happily behind her as she scaled the last patch ofvegetation to see a crowded group of vargs surrounding Shako towelcome back their beta. Kairi felt slightly dissappointed in the large crowd. No she didn't like crowds at all.
Her eyes glanced aroudn the crowd seeing Cwen and Draeg. She watched Draeg and gave him a snotty look before turning back to view her brother Shako. He had the same proud and handsome face. Kai's tail wagged as she smiled with joy. "Shako you're back!" Kai barked glad to see a varg that was close to her in these parts of the woods. Though she didn't mind Uskiya and Yelae. And rather she didn't take the time to get close to any other packmates.
Her head then turned to see a quiet voice. A sweet sound that came from a red breasted dove. Kai recognized her as Yelae. Kai grinned, her tail wagging for the sikla as she stepped aside for Yelae to get through to her returning mate.
In the meantime Kairi turned her head to watch a piebald he wolf. Her head cocked as she scented the male. It was clear from his scent that he was a kerl, but who was he? Kai raised an eyebrow in silent questioning.
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Post by Draeg on Aug 11, 2006 13:20:04 GMT -5
His eyes still locked on Shako Draeg had to bite back an amused chuckle as he watched the seasoned warrior practically stumble over himself to lower his head in a simple bow. Draeg knew that having been raised the heir and prodigal son of both his natal pack and Ge-Rad Shako had been well schooled in the ways of proper etiquette when in the presence of others both superior and lesser in rank to himself, and while the amber dragga truly appreciated the kind gesture he still wasn’t entirely used to having others submit to him so easily. In some ways Draeg was like Cwen in that he would always be a Kerl at heart, however due to his status in Skein the amber varg had been humbled and preferred to speak to his packmates as equals unless they gave reason to do otherwise. To put it bluntly such former etiquette always made Draeg feel a bit awkward if not embarrassed. Using a slight gesture of his tail the amber Dragga motioned for both varg to rise, his ears perked as he listened to Bane’s polite explanation for accompanying his brother onto the borders Ge-Rad.
He became distracted as the sounds of something making its way through the bracken alerted him of the oncoming approach of another varg, turning his attention away from the brothers Draeg let his tongue loll out from within his maw as he caught sight of a familiar gray form emerging from within the bracken. Pulling his muzzle back into a wolfish grin he waited patiently as Cwen gradually made her way over to the trio of males, watching as she took a quick survey of the proceedings before pulling up beside him. His tail wagging behind him and giving out a delighted whine as Cwen warmed his muzzle Draeg brushed himself against her flank as he returned his mates affections, licking her muzzle and nuzzling her tenderly for a moment before finally returning his attention back over to the two brothers. "This is Cwen, current Drappa of Ge-Rad as well as my mate." He growled, the statement clearly directed toward Bane who had no doubt never met the silver Drappa before.
Directing her attention solely toward Shako Cwen spoke, her words sounding cold and hard as she greeted the while wolf. Draeg couldn’t help but smile despite himself, he knew that his mate’s harsh tone had been unintentional and that she was truly happy to see Shako. However he also knew that while Cwen might not have meant to come off so hard on the ivory mann that she probably would apologize for doing so which would most likely cause Shako to believe that he was in more trouble then he really was. Draeg was content to let him believe that for the time being. Casting his mate a quick glance Draeg smiled, taking a moment to brush her muzzle affectionately with his own and lick her gleaming maw fondly before returning his attention back over to the pair. He noticed Bane’s reluctance to submit himself to Cwen almost immediately, furrowing his brow in disapproval Draeg eyed the piebald colored varg until after a moment he finally lowered his head in a respectful bow before turning to face the amber Dragga. Swiveling his ears so that they were facing forward Draeg listened patiently as Bane responded to his previous query, offering a brief explanation of his birth pack was no longer and revealing his reasons for accompanying Shako to Ge-Rad. “I see…So you wish to join your brother and be a part of Ge-Rad, for a time anyway?” Draeg responded, casting Cwen a questioning glance. “You understand that this is not a decision that neither my mate or I will consider lightly, I hope that you realize that if we allow you to remain with here amongst us, for any period of time, you will be expected to obey any orders that either Cwen or myself give you. We will not tolerate disobedience in any shape or form, disrespecting one of us means that you’re disrespecting both of us.” He took special care to emphasize that last point, wanting to make it perfectly clear to Bane that if he were permitted to remain in Ge-Rad that he would have to show Cwen the proper respect regardless what he thought or believed in. “Now, as for whether you remain or not…I will allow my mate to decide.”
A soft voice suddenly sounded out from behind the small gathering of varg causing their conversation to come to an abrupt end, perking his ears in recognition Draeg found himself turning his attention away from Bane to stare at the familiar form of Yelae brushing passed him. Being the Ge-Rad’s sikla the red breasted femme was rather reclusive from the rest of the pack and took great care to avoid being seen, even more so in the recent months during the absence of her mate. Staring at her now though Draeg could see a definite change in the sikla’s normal behavior, he watched as she gradually made her way over to Shako, her green eyes shining brightly as she padded towards her mate at hurried pace, ignoring the rest of group as she carefully made her way between them before finally reaching her destination. Unconsciously nuzzling his mate Draeg couldn’t help but smile softly as he watched the touching reunion, only diverting his attention from the lovers upon hearing the familiar bark of Shako’s step-sister and only remaining descendent of Brypaw, Kairi, sound out to greet the ivory varg.
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Post by Cwen on Aug 17, 2006 12:32:58 GMT -5
A light grin tweaked the edges of Cwen’s pearly white muzzle as she noticed Shakó’s response to her sharp words. She didn’t mean any harm through her words, or even her tone, but at least she had authority back. She would catch up with him later and apologise, knowing that he was a good varg and someone she trusted dearly, especially for a Beta of her pack. Remembering back several moons ago after his sister Shunké came from Sarnes to see him, he had felt the need to question Cwen on her knowledge of the pack. It had been some time ago now, but Cwen still found comfort in the fact that Shakó had came to her for guidance and help – even if it was common sense to go to the one person he knew other than his sister who had entered those retched lands.
Cwen was brought back to the situation when Bane spoke, the stranger who she had recently found out to be Shakó’s brother. Quirking a brow at him she noticed how unwillingly he took towards submitting towards her, and a light growl tickled at her throat, ready to warn him if he dare stood out of place. Yet he managed it. Nodding in satisfaction she listened to him, the request he asked for and gave a side on look towards Draeg, awaiting his own response. Before either Dragga or Drappa could reply, a skulking, skittish figure scuttled into the scene and made its way towards the tall Shakó. Recognition sank into Cwen’s mind and she couldn’t help but allow a soft smile to form across her muzzle. The sikla of the pack, Yelæ. She was ecstatic to see her mate return, and Cwen knew it was best to leave them be for a while to be reunited and allow her attention to once more settle on his brother, get him out of the way. But before she could do anything, another entered the scene. Irritation began to sink in as the four were once now interrupted, this time by Kairi, even more of an irritation to the twisted Drappa. The smile was whipped from her pearly muzzle within an instant and the beginnings of a snarl began to twitch at her lips. But noticing that the annoyance was simply greeting her brother, Cwen drew her attention for the last time away from Shakó and the others and back to Bane and Draeg. She listened intently to what her mate had to say on the issue and growled deeply once he had finished. It had been left up to her to decide, and she knew fine well that if she did not allow him to join their ranks, many more varg would grow to hate her more. And however much that idea sounded tempting, Cwen knew it was wrong. Another few moments passed as she contemplated her thoughts and the final decision. At last she let out a deep growl and allowed her gaze to fall onto Bane’s orbs, her own grey hues staring straight through them. “Due to many of our younger pack members leaving us now and a few other…cases…” she spoke carefully, trailing off in thought now of their warrior Amaya, who had left the pack due to her own mind turning on itself. Cwen was unsure whether the other pack members were aware or not, but she decided to keep her maw shut just incase. Shaking these thoughts from her mind, she continued. “Well, none the less, our numbers are still high, though they have diminished frequently due to these circumstances. So for now Bane, I will allow you permission within our lands. And if you fail obey our commands or step out of line, then I am sure that Draeg will agree, you will not remain,” she concluded, giving him a stern stare to make her point clear.
((Ok sorry it took so long and sorry it's so shaudy. But well, I am rushing now and had to finish it rather quickly >.< ))
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Bane
Sikla
Manipulating Sociopath
Pucker up, kiss a nut, 'cause it sells to be a slut~
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Post by Bane on Aug 22, 2006 9:51:53 GMT -5
Piebald ears stood erect to the rustle of nearby brush again, as this time, a white fae appeared. She was rather attractive, and the red hued splotch on her chest made the fae stand out; despite her already eye-catching white coat. The fae took up nothing of the current situation, but instead bolted to Bane’s silvery ivory brother, her unusual green blue eyes filled with delight, just like Shakó’s brightened gold oculars. Bane tilted his head, just a bit. Who was this character? But the soft murmurs of his brother’s name told Bane exactly who this was.
It was Yelae, Shakó’s beloved mate. Bane heard stories about her, of how Shakó had meat her in some common field twelve Tor’s ago, and how Shakó had brought her to the pack. Yet, the sweet fae had earned the lowest rank in the pack, as the "Sikla". Though Bane didn’t approve of the position as exactly worthy, he held his objections to himself. It wasn’t only the fact that a Beta such as Shakó was paired up with a Sikla that bugged him, but it was that a mann could ever pair up with a femme at all. In Bane’s opinion, the femme was indeed amongst the lower ranks. To him, the femme was worthless. Thus, the death of his weak mother.
Bane’s features remained emotionless at his observation of the couple. How could he sell his act otherwise? But now, icy blue eyes came across another figure, one who stood just behind the brush. This one, had a red hue about her. The look of acid on her features gave Bane the impression that she didn’t exactly like it in the pack. Or, well, the Silver Drappa Cwen, if one caught gaze of her eyes. Bane’s tail flicked, he wondered who in the world this fae was.
She, too, came to Shakó, greeting him to his home. Though in the passing, Bane could have sworn he had seen a look of curiosity towards the piebald male. Remembering he was in foreign territory and stakes were high, Bane nodded to the fae, this time with less restriction. Though, no question seeped from his maw. Instead, Bane casted a glance at Shakó, as if to introduce this fae to him. That is, if Shakó could get the hint. He was, indeed, overjoyed by the sudden company of his packmates.
As the amber Dragga spoke again, Bane’s full attention was turned to him. Though, he didn’t grant Bane his wish before speaking to Cwen. Bane expected as much. Talken rarely did anything without first consulting with Kenhré first. His features flickered a small friendly grin, before bowing deep again; his underbelly touching the earth beneath him. "Of course, sire," Bane purred to the mann in respect, before rising to his paws once again. "And your laws- no need to worry, you’ll find me worthy of them," he added, before turning his attention to the Drappa, Cwen.
Cwen, however, decided to grant Bane his wish after all. A smile flickered on Bane’s maw once again, as he gave his tail a short wag behind him. His eyes seemed to gleam with joy- to the passing eye. Bane bowed to the femme again, this time, with no hesitation. He had to admit, it was awkward, but necessary. He could have sworn he had caught a glimpse of suspicion in both Vargs’ eyes, the first time he tried to bow to the Alphas. No mistakes now. "Thank you for your kindness, Madam Cwen," Bane said pleasantly, his chest still touching the ground. His eyes looked right past her- like they have from the very beginning. "I will take your words to heard, and abide by the laws of which you set upon this well built and strong pack," Bane continued. Now, he let his body raise from the ground.
Bane caught a glimpse of his brother out of his peripheral vision, and knew that he, too, needed to speak to the alphas. He gave a polite dip of the head, before addressing both Alphas again. "Thank you both, again, for you kindness. But now, I fear it is my brother’s turn to speak of his wishes to you," The piebald male spoke once more. Dipping his head before turning, Bane trotted toward the familiar silvery ivory figure again, before giving him a casual bump of the shoulder. His blue eyes double took at both faes, before speaking. "Hello, ladies of Ge-Rad," Bane purred in a light tone. "I’m sure my kind brother here has already addressed, that my dubbing is Bane."
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Post by Shakó on Aug 22, 2006 9:53:10 GMT -5
Only what came out from the sudden rustle of the leaves could bring the lightest color of gold back into Shakó’s eyes. It was a femme, one who wore the brightest color of white upon her coat. Her red dappled chest was a trademark, along with the pool of blue-green eyes. Not to mention, the soft tone and quickness of the fae’s flawless strides. He knew who it was, even before his own eyes did. After moons of absence, the mann once again was filled with joy at the sight of his beautiful mate, Yelae.
She came to him, her own oculars bright with life. Shakó wondered how in the world he had managed such a trip without her. As she rushed to his side, nuzzling him, Shakó couldn’t help but return the greeting. He rubbed his muzzle in the snowy mane upon her neck, and his head brushed lovingly against her red hued chest. Several times his tongue made contact with her slender muzzle, all while his tail was moving a mile a minute. Shakó felt as if he’d never be happier than he was right now, that he could bust with joy. "Yelae, you could never know how much I missed you. I love you, I really do. And I promise never to leave you like that, ever again. It was wrong and selfish, and I couldn’t live with myself if I ever did such a thing again," he said though gasping breaths.
It took the male to settle down again, and to register that they weren’t alone. But the five soon because the company of six, as yet another member of his honorable pack showed up. Shakó’s gold eyes laid upon a familiar form, one which own her own red hue. Shakó knew this fae, longer than he knew Yelae or any of the newer Ge-Rad pack. This was Kiari, daughter of Bryrpaw, Shakó’s adoptive father. She, mischief maker of Ge-Rad, was Shakó’s brother. "Kiari, my sister," Shakó said with a bit of difficulty. He was not practically wheezing, the male had got so exited. Taking a few breathes, he proceeded. "Kiari, I’m overjoyed to see you again!" Shakó said, rubbing his forehead affectionately against her neck. "It’s been a long time, sister," he cooed, before giving Yelae a quick lick once again.
A sideward and confused glance from Bane caught Shakó’s attention, as he let out a sudden "eep". "Oh yes, of course! So sorry, Bane. Yelae, Kiari, this is my brother and littermate, Bane." Shakó said, addressing the two faes. "Bane, this is Yelae, my mate; and Kiari, my sister." Shakó continued, his tail still wagging a bit. Any other words he meant to get out, just didn’t cut it. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to get anything else out of his maw, yet. He was simply- too exited. His family was here, the ones that meant to most to him. Even though, Shakó’s heart still wasn’t complete. Nor would it probably ever be- no matter how hard he would try to let go. Pieces were broken, like shattered glass cats; never to be put back together.
Shakó hardly listened to what Draeg and Cwen spoke of. But by Bane’s expression and wag of the tail, it was clear that the two Alphas had grave him their blessing. Shakó was happy for his brother, because now, maybe he would finally know what it’s like to have a home where others acknowledge you, and not hate or neglect you. Shakó gave a simple smile as Bane walked back to him, giving him a nudge of the shoulder as he passed by. Looking at the two faes, he spoke softly to them. "I’ll tell you why I had to depart so suddenly, don’t worry. However, if you prefer to listen in, fine by me." Shakó said, with a nod of the head. He knew what must be done now, however.
His head held proudly as the ivory beta took only few strides to confront with his Alphas. His paws ceasing, Shakó bowed his head in respect, despite any objection he knew Draeg was likely to make. Shakó knew, he must treat his elders with respect. With a gulp in his Adam's apple, Shakó began, his body quivering a bit.
"Draeg, Cwen, I must say that I am sorry to disappoint you. I left blindly- and I left my duties without a breath of notice. It was wrong, I must admit. It was wrong and selfish of me. Before a few moons ago- I was troubled. Several- events- had caused my mood to fall. I felt, if you could understand, alone. Until my brother, Bane came along, seeking help. I exchanged words with him, for I’m sure you heard what happened. My birth pack- the Mikari Clan- was attacked. Amongst their ranks, my mother was killed, the others disappeared. I don’t know what you think happened for my Clan and I to be separated, but I can say this, it wasn’t on purpose. I still feel a bond to the pack, and at the time, I thought it to be my only family. Shakó gave a shake of his pelt, his eyes darting from his paws, to each Alpha. Not to mention, such memories still taunted him so. Still, the Beta inhailed another breath, and continued.
"I- I didn’t know what I saw thinking. I thought, that maybe somehow, I could bring my family up on it’s paws again, and everything would be alright. But- that was wrong. I guess you could say I was raised, in these very lands. For, I came here as a cub. It was in these lands, I was raised, and thought. Where I caught my first meal, even. I thought- I didn’t think- it didn’t even occur to me that my family that I wished to seek out, to bring onto it’s paws, was right under my nose this whole time. Even though I was born under the Mikari laws, I was raised here, and here is where I belong. Even though I still care for my birth pack, they aren’t exactly my family, like this pack is. Not only do I belong here, not only is this pack my family that I was searching for, but I have a duty to this pack, and I plan to carry them out until death. I at least owe that to the pack that cared for me the most, and to the ones I love. "And with that said, I must ask you, would you be able to forgive me? To trust me again?" His words were true, no matter how naive they may sound. Though young Shakó might be, he wasn’t the most foolish Varg around.
With a polite courtesy bow again, Shakó spoke once more. "And if you do- happen to forgive me- I have another question to ask of you two." His face suddenly grew hot with a bit of embarrassment, for the male’s voice had lowered to a dull whisper, as he spoke to his paws.
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Post by Draeg on Aug 24, 2006 10:39:44 GMT -5
With Cwen’s blessing Ge-Rad gained a new warrior in the form of Bane as the piebald wolf was permitted to remain within the pack for the time being. Having solved that problem they were able to switch to a different discussion though not before being interrupted by the sudden arrival of Yelae who immediately single her mate out from the rabble and rushed to meet him, both varg greeting each other affectionately with a repeating sequence of heartfelt licks and nuzzles. Draeg couldn’t help but smile at the sight, casting Cwen a sideways glance before brushing himself against her flank affectionately. Seeing that the ivory pair seemed to have forgotten that they weren’t alone the amber varg cleared his throat loudly in an attempt to regain their attention, quirking an amused power as he eyed the pair briefly before speaking. “You know, if you two want some privacy...” He began teasingly, gesturing to a nearby bush with a slight sweep of his tail. “I’d be more than happy to excuse you.”
Shako approached the alpha pair and Draeg knew instinctively what was coming, blowing out slight sigh he gestured for the ivory beta to rise with a brief motion of his long, bushy tassel. While the amber dragga was all for maintaining the hierarchy of the pack and enjoyed all the attention he received as much as any wolf in his position he had to admit that sometimes it could be a hassle, particularly when the varg submitting to him happened to be one he was intimately familiar with. Such was often the case with Shako and, occasionally, Cal. Still Draeg could never say that neither varg had ever shown him any disrespect save for occasional going behind his back or disappearing for moons at a time without so much as a hint of warning. Looking at his faithful beta Draeg could see that he was nervous about confronting both him and Cwen directly, the ivory varg shaking slightly as he address the pair, apologizing for his recent absence.
As he explained the reasons behind his disappearance Draeg couldn’t help but pin his ears guiltily, recalling how furious he had been upon learning of Shako’s sudden disappearance and how he had nearly considered striping him of his position. The notion that it might have been a family matter that had driven Shako to abandon his duties so abruptly had never crossed the amber dragga’s mind, the fact that the white wolf had recently learned that his sister had shown signs of madness and allied herself with a rival pack probably hadn’t helped the matter any.
Having been one to always put his own family before everything else he cast sympathetic glance, shaking his head at his friend he signaled for silence with a quick flick of his tail. “No Shako, you did what you nothing wrong. Like I told Cal, nothing should take priority over your family. Not even the pack.” he growled softly, then a little louder. “I suppose I’d be being a tad bit hypocritical if I were to punish you, especially given my own little excursion a few moons back. Still it would’ve been nice if you would’ve at least told us you were leaving, that way some of us…” he cast Yelae a quick glance. “wouldn’t have worried so much. And before you think you’re off the hook know that I still intend to talk to you about this later…and for the last time QUIT BOWING!”
His business concluded Draeg was getting ready to gesture to Cwen that they should leave so that they might discuss the events of the day somewhere in private when he noticed that Shako looked as though there was still something on his mind, casting his mate a sidelong glance he turned back to face the ivory beta, regarding him curiously for a moment as he noticed him stare down at his paws in embarrassment. “Alright…” he said at a length. “exactly what is it you want to ask then?”
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Post by Shakó on Sept 3, 2006 21:21:44 GMT -5
Draeg’s teasing brought the silver and ivory male back to the forest of Ge-Rad with a flush of the face. Once again, Shakó was forced to meet the reality of his current situation. Though, he would much rather curl up in the den with Yelae, just talking, snuggling- or just passing out. The situation, however, disallowed him to, at the current moment.
Once he had told his story, however, the blazing Dragga no longer seemed as mad as Shakó first though. Whether he though Shakó’s story was a reasonable excuse or not, Shakó couldn’t really tell. Further along, Shakó suspected that Draeg was possibly feeling guilty, due to the fact that he too had disappeared for a number of moons to find his own son, Kop. Shakó dropped his head, his ears pinned back guiltily. He remembered how Cwen had got, how sick she looked. She was thin, and ate little. He followed Draeg’s own glance, casting his gaze over to Yelae, wondering how much damage he really had caused. The little bubble in his stomach became noticeable again, and seemed to get a little bit bigger.
For one reason or anther, he always had that same bubble of guilt, growing in his stomach. His had always assumed his was the price that he would always pay, for his own faults. Some of them, however, just happened to be out of his control. He looked back at Draeg, his glance upon his paws. “No, I did do something wrong, Draeg, and I know of it now. It was selfish of me- and that was wrong. Please, don’t hold back on any punishments, I deserve it.” He said, in a low wine. What was strange, however, was the memories that came rushing to him from the past. Where, he was explaining to Talken, for something he did. “You’re such a goodie- goodie!” he could hear his sister, Feghné, yell at him from the back of his mind. Shakó shook his head, ridding himself of the memory, only to hear Draeg yell out.
This, however, brought a wag to Shakó’s tail and a smile to his maw. He lifted his head, giving a small nip from the maw towards Draeg’s ear. It was purely out of play and good humor, and nothing more. “You know yelling at me about that is pointless,” Shakó teased, though in half truth. “I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t, no matter how many times you told me not to.”
It took Draeg as long to answer as it took Shakó to actually gets the words out of him maw. He was pushing it, he knew it, but he just had to get it off his chest. He had to know, or else it would bug him to hell. Studding his paws a little bit longer, Shakó found the courage to speak again. “Ok, I- erm, know this is going to sound a little rushed and all. But- I just have to know, o- or else it will bug me. And- I wanted to ask you first, to make sure it was ok, you know? I don’t want to hurt Yelae…” he stammered, wondering if the two could even understand a single word he was uttering. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable subject, for the mann. Taking in a deep breath, Shakó knew it was not or never. “CouldYel- could Yelae and I start our own family?” He asked, rushed and embarrassed at the same time. His question, however, still held a not of hope in it. His gold gaze had lifted, as if looking though the Alphas, his cranium held at a kind of tilt.
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Post by Draeg on Sept 7, 2006 20:36:02 GMT -5
Sniggering at the look of sheer, utter embarrassment that lay fixed on Shako's normally calm facade Draeg watched in amusement as the ivory varg reluctantly tore himself away from his mate's loving touch to approach him, a sheepish expression forming on his shimmering muzzle as he listened to the alpha male's response to his previous statement. Pleased that he had managed to get a rise from the normally stoic beta Draeg toyed with the idea of teasing him further but quickly dismissed the thought, not wanting to go too far and risk accidentally angering his friend or either of his sibling though he imagined that it wouldn't take too much to upset Kairi.
Seeing that snow furred varg had followed his gaze he allowed Shako a moment to contemplate exactly what his journey had caused him to leave behind, easily recalling how much the former Dragga’s son adored his mate despite her status within the pack and letting it sink in how much his absence must have hurt Yelae.
At his final statement Shako merely smiled, tail wagging behind him as gave out a quick verbal retaliation before suddenly coming forward to nip the alpha male’s ear. Draeg yelped as Shako’s teeth briefly caught the delicate aud, blunt fangs tugging away playfully at the thin section of skin and cartilage that partially framed his battered face. “Oh really? And I suppose you’d like it better if I started pinning you instead?†Draeg chuckled, swiping a playful paw at the ivory beta.
If possible Shako seemed to grow even more timid as Draeg spoke, his head hanging limply between his powerful forelimbs as he continued studying his paws thoroughly. Thinking back to how his friend had been acting throughout the course of their conversation Draeg couldn't help but wonder exactly what the ivory varg wanted to ask that had made him so visibly shaken, in all the time he had known Shako the amber Dragga had never seen the faithful second show so much as an ounce of fear. And yet, here he was, his tail practically between his legs as he stumbled awkwardly through his words in a desperate attempt to explain his intent. "Calm down." he interrupted momentarily before allowing his friend to continue.
After a moment Shako' seemed to finally gather the courage to speak clearly enough for Draeg to understand him, composing himself long enough to announce his intent. Rearing his head back slightly and blinking in surprise the amber varg settled his gaze on the now pleading form of Shako, cocking a skeptical brow at his companion as he met his friends gaze evenly. "You want pups?"
Averting his gaze momentarily Draeg found himself staring questioningly at Yelae, as though trying to determine whether she might have had anything to do with her mate’s sudden interest in the future. Casting Cwen a slight glance over his shoulder he gestured over to the pair with a simple flick of his muzzle, as though asking her opinion on the matter. Draeg knew that despite Shako’s recent transgression that he deserved the chance to sire his own litter and start his family with his mate like the rest of Ge-Rad, it wouldn’t be fair to deny him the same opportunity especially after both he and Cwen had already allowed Cal and Koan to each produce their own litters. The alpha pair also had to take into account that denying Shako’s request meant that they would also be punishing Yelae by denying her the chance to experience the same joyful experience Cwen, Usukiya, and Lydair had all experienced at one point or another, not to mention it would probably leave the red-breasted sikla devastated and even more self conscious of her position in the pack than before.
A low whine escaped his battered muzzle unbidden, he was rather fond of the timid femme despite the fact that they hardly knew each other. He would rather not turn the pair down but knew that in this case the decision was not his to make alone but rather a joint one with his mate, still staring back at the silver drappa he kept his gaze focused on her until a she sent him a slight gesture. Having received clarification on her answer Draeg returned his attention to the couple before him, shifting his gaze back and forth between them for a moment before rolling his shoulders into a slight shrug. “I suppose we could allow it.†he growled finally, giving his tail a quick flick and taking on a kinder tone of voice as he addressed the pair. “It really wouldn’t be fair to Yelae if we said no, especially given that the two of you have been the only ones yet to sire a litter.†Taking one last glance over his shoulder he quickly read Cwen's expression to make sure that he had read it correctly the first time and that the silver Drappa approved of the union before turning back to the young couple. "You both have our permission and our blessing."
((Cwen, I hope you don't mind if I G-moded a little but seeing as we both knew you were pretty much going to say yes anyway I hope you don't mind ))
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