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Post by Drathlic on Oct 14, 2007 9:59:26 GMT -5
The lands were a collage of colour; red to brown, gold to green. The forest was swiftly changing with the seasons and it seemed more than ever that this year it was going to be the most vibrant. With slight alteration in temperature, the animals of the forest too began to change. Their pelts began to grow thicker and in the case of the helra and bear, they were putting on much needed weight with the flourishing berries and the grasses that were left. Smaller lera were stocking up their larders for the coming winter and many were readying their nests for moons of hibernation. The forest was simply bustling with life at the moment, and one particular persona moved with great ease and determination through the tracks beneath the shedding canopy.
A large varg stalked the lands, his sturdy frame was well built with muscle and fur and his paws well placed with each step he took. His ironically proud banner – which as a cub was nothing more than a wormy, pathetic excuse for a tail – was held out in line with his masculine form and broad head. A pelt of ruddy brown and mingled with black and beige covered him, allowing him to blend well with his surroundings. Yet the most peculiar feature on this brute were in fact his eyes – of which they were a bright cyan blue, similar to that of a cub who for the first time opened its eyes to look at the world. It was in fact a flaw in his genes, and would forever leave him with the impression of youth. Drathlic, the name he had been dubbed, continued on his route, mind focused on simply one thing and his nose leading him there. This goal, it so happened, struck him instantly as he passed the scent border of the Ge-Rad pack. Halting almost instantly, the ruddy male shook his head and took a few steps backwards, twitching his brushy tassel in thought whilst looking back and forth. He had come for one soul purpose and the entire way from List to this very spot he had thought of nothing other than his approach to it. Though now he was here, he was simply stumped on how to deal with it. A light whine echoed from his chest as he flattened his auds pathetically across his head, lowering his gaze to the earth where his paws were now firmly stuck. After a few breathes of silence, Drathlic parted his jowls and allowed his song to escape his chest, playing low and steady from the earth until it hit the skies above. He was calling out for a varg, and one varg only; Shayla.
(sorry it's not the best...)
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Post by Shayla on Nov 3, 2007 8:11:36 GMT -5
The lands were turning into a vibrant collage of colour and life, and the birds and creatures were all busy preparing for the oncoming winter months. Some were, however, just merely enjoying the sheer beauty of the season. There was one who might normally have been placed in this group - however of late her mind had been in turmoil. Her surroundings were the last thing on her mind, and the silver faemme was once again struggling with the urge to bolt and head away for the mountains, or in any direction she had not yet explored. Although she knew full well that doing so in winter was a stupid idea, heading for the mountains in particular would be suicide. But GeRad had changed so much since she had come back, a nest that had once been full of friends and family and love was now filled with vipers.
The grey faemme had taken to doing what her mother had done frequently - patrolling the borders of the pack's territory. If any varg had seen her they might have thought they were seeing a ghost, or reliving a memory, for Cwen's daughter was almost an exact replica of the late Drappa. Pale creamy fur along her belly darkened to the dark grey of shadows along her back. Only a couple of imperfections in the mirror-image rendered her as Shayla, genes she had inherited from her father gave her a long bushy tail, and the most characteristic fleck of amber in her right iris. Gold embedded in the now cold grey of her eyes, gold that usually sparked with life, was now as dead and lifeless as the fallen leaves strewn along the floor.
Shayla sniffed, catching a fresh scent of a packmate on the grass, her lip curled and hatred lit up her stone eyes. Krystal. The bitch was a traitor, Shayla was sure of it. She had even turned her Father against her. She was the main reason why Shayla wanted to leave, and the same reason why Shayla was so determined to stay. If she left, who else would see sense? Who else had not been fooled by the slut's so-called "charms"? If anything, Shayla had to stay to protect what was left of her family. The grey faemme was painstakingly aware that she had barely any family left, barely anyone left. This was getting beyond lonliness now. She was living for protecting her family, her pack, and for revenge. But for what else? Once she got rid of Krystal, she was determined to go and get revenge for all the hurt the Balkar had wreaked upon her family. Maybe she could even turn Zeth back to the right path? Maybe all he needed was a sister that cared? But after that? After she had got her revenge on Ziev for nearly killing her, on Serg for being a sheer menace? What else did she have left?
And then she heard it. A howl that rang out and pierced her to the depths of her very soul. How on earth could she have forgotten him? And yet now, right when she needed a little comfort, he appeared as if from nowhere. Grinning like a madman for the first time in moons, Shayla's sleek form surged into action, speeding towards the source of the call as fast as her legs would carry her. A speeding silver blur through the trees.
As soon as she saw his ruddy form she let out a joyful bark, but only slightly decreased her speed, greeting him with the full force of her joy as she pounced with the intention of pinning him, part of her wanting to make sure he was definately real with contact, part of her wanting to rejoice and completely let go to the playful urge from youth, and just to show how glad she was that he was there. Laughing, she planted a decidedly forceful lick on his muzzle. Her bushy tail wagging behind her furiously.
Suddenly her face fell into mock seriousness. "And just what business do you have in GeRad territory young sir?" She asked, a smile playing around the edge of her maw, amber fleck sparking with mischief in her eyes. Apparently, she had found it quite easy to slip back into her old self, confronted with such an old, dear friend as Drathlic.
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Post by Drathlic on Nov 17, 2007 17:34:47 GMT -5
Silence fell around him as his howl ceased, nothing but the distant sound of running water and the scuffling of birds and lera in the undergrowth reached his radar auds. He let out a sigh as he stepped back once more, his head whirling in all directions with thoughts and memories. Drathlic had no idea how to handle the situation or the feelings he possessed for Shayla. The only other time he had felt similar was when he had been courting Silent, though that was simply puppy love. He would always hold strong feelings for the silver pelted faemme, and if she returned he was prepared for her wrath when the knowledge hit her that she was no longer his only gem. In the case of Shayla, she had been a long-time friend and had always held a special place within his heart – she knew him well and their souls connected whenever they were together. It only seemed right to him that he let her know how he felt. But the question was, how?
The distant sound of thunder came to him, and the ground almost trembled with it. Drathlic’s cyan hues flashed up to the open path before him and his hackles prickled slightly in apprehension. Something was approaching him, and fast – though what it was he knew not. When the silver pelt appeared and the expression of sheer joy on the muzzle belonging the varg came into view, Drathlic’s heart leapt and his tassel shot up, wagging furiously behind him as all previous thoughts flew out his head. The utter thrill of seeing her again was enough to send the List Beta sky high and his head into the clouds. Then she hit, the collision sending them both flying and knocking the wind straight out of the ruddy brute’s lungs. He gasped desperately as they landed hard on the leaf strewn earth, her nimble form above his and her paws pressed onto his chest. As her tongue escaped her jaws and smothered his muzzle he felt even more out of breathe, the skin on his muzzle feeling suddenly red hot and flushed. He grinned bashfully and shifted his cyan eyes away from her powerful and emotive eyes. Her words were playful and childish, just like her actions. Drathlic’s awkwardness lifted suddenly and he grinned with an almost cunning smile. Quirking a brow he chuckled lightly before thrusting himself upwards and twisted so that it threw the more lightweight faemme off him, and with one quick manoeuvre he tossed her to the side and pinned her to the ground, landing her in the same position she’d previously put him in. Pressing his muzzle closer to hers to that their noses were almost touching, he growled lightly “Why to see this fair lady of course, why else?” Chuckling in amusement he flicking his tongue out and licked her nose gently before leaning in, wet nasals touching lightly.
(sorry it took me so long, and that ending sentence is awful!)
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Post by Shayla on Nov 18, 2007 5:49:40 GMT -5
Silver tail wagging furiously, Shayla didn't seem to notice Drath's cyan gaze shifting slightly, and if he felt at all ill-at-ease by her forwardness, Shayla didn't notice. She was suddenly so caught up in the joy of seeing this mann again. Although it had probably been Kop who had noticed before she had, the way she thought this varg different from all the others. She might have noticed her brother's reactions towards him, as Shay had been brushing up against Drathlic for comfort in the dark cave, instead of her brother. A friend from puphood, Drath was still probably her best friend now; and if she was willing to admit it fully to herself, she wanted him to be so much more than that.
She noted his change in expression though, right before he shifted and pinned her to the ground, she might have made it harder for him, but her heart skipped as she felt his comforting weight pinning her firmly to the ground. She raised a brow and her grin spread playfully wider.
His words came in a light growl, somehow sending a thrill down her spine. Shay was older now, they both were, and this puppish game of pinning each other now held an almost different meaning.
"Oh really? And why on earth would you want to do that?" She snickered, grey eyes flickering with mischief. "Are the List vargs not enough fun for you, and you have to pick up some GeRad-action?" She grinned. Her grin almost faltered as he licked her on the muzzle, her lick had been rather forward and rough, his was so much more gentle, a wide smile firmly on her maw, Shayla's tail could not stop wagging sending all the fallen leaves into a flurry of colour.
(d'aww.. ran out of muse. >.<)
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Post by Drathlic on Jan 16, 2008 8:53:38 GMT -5
The reaction Drathlic managed to gain from Shayla lightened his mood even further and he chuckled lightly at her enthusiastic wags and how her body seemed to tremble beneath his own. Her words landed on his ears and were immediately absorbed, taking in everything he could about her and hoping it to last in his memory forever. He had to tell her why, but it just seemed too early on in their meeting to bring it up…after all he hadn’t seen her for moons and really wanted to catch up before he possibly spoiled the moment between them by making this game serious. His perked auds flattened lightly against his cranium and he licked her muzzle again before responding to her question. ”Well I missed you dear Shay, it’s been a while since you and I had a little fun together,” he growled with almost daring words. Yet something ticked in the back of his mind and a sudden wash of guilt washed over him. At the mention of List varg, he suddenly remembered who he was leaving to be with this ever so wonderfully minded and beautiful fae; Silent. The guilt had been plaguing him for moons now, and he had finally decided to push past it to make things work and go forward with the silver princess of Ge-Rad. Drathlic blinked away the blankness from his cyan hues and replaced it swiftly with warmth, reminding himself of whose company he was in. He couldn’t let these thoughts ruin the moment…otherwise he’d be back to square one and he’d never move on. Continuing on, he growled menacingly before sliding his muzzle down the side of hers and moving it up to her broad ear. ”And anyway, I don’t hear you complaining,” he whispered before playfully tugging at her ear and burying his muzzle into the scruff of her neck, grabbing a mouthful of fur and playfully biting her.
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Post by Shayla on Jan 23, 2008 8:41:43 GMT -5
Shayla didn't know which part of his sentence she loved more. The fact that he admitted to missing her, or the hint of fun. Her mind raced about the latter, wondering what on earth Drathlic could have in mind. She had rarely seen him in such a mood like this, and she had to admit that she liked it. She laughed. "So what did you have in mind?"
She had gathered her thoghts together for this simple reply, gathered them enough to notice a strange blankness in Drathlic's eyes, as if someone one of them had said had made him think about something else, something way too serious for this situation. Keeping a frown from her face, Shayla craned her neck to land an affectionate lick on his muzzle.
But whatever it was passed, and mischief that sent a thrill down Shayla's spine quickly replaced it. The simple act of him brushing his muzzle against hers was like sparkling electricity, and his whispered words made her giggle. "And tell me why on earth I should?" She breathed, his playful biting making her catch her breath before retaliating by nipping his ear, a sharp nip quickly followed by a lick.
(ooc - i'm gonna blame you for this. i could only remember what you said in that IM and it was putting me off. =P damn you! so this is short, and, about as amazing as chav pants.)
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Post by Drathlic on Jan 25, 2008 13:43:35 GMT -5
(Heheh, I liked the reply. Though this could get out of hand eh? *chuckles and licks your nose*)
The ruddy male could sense the excitement and electricity quivering just beneath his paws as her words were breathed into his broad aud seconds before she sharply nipped it in retaliation. Drathlic yelped out and growled playfully before tugging the loose scruff skin which he still had locked in his jaws, shuffling his weight off her and dragging her up into a standing position. As much as the young male wanted to continue the play and maybe turn it into something more, he let her go and stood back, letting his cyan hues take in the beautiful form which stood before him. A rather dumb grin suddenly masked his expression and his thick brushy tail swayed back and forth with cheer satisfaction. Shayla was his oldest friend, and one he had grown so incredibly fond of over the years. Truth be told, she had his heart from the moment they met, and only now was Drathlic able to act upon it. Though how to do it, he was still lost for words, instead what he did was something that came easier to him. Looking down at his paws for a moment, cheeks flushing red once more and tassel drooping due to his bashful nature, Drathlic took a deep breathe and readied himself for what he was about to do. Looking back up into her silvery eyes, Drathlic smiled softly and padded towards her, touching noses with her briefly and licking her soft cheek before turning to face her direction and sitting back comfortably on his haunches. A second passed before he took a breath, closed his eyes and parted his maw. A low, melodic song began to pour out in a flurry of mist, a song straight from the List Beta’s heart. A song that Shayla would understand as pure emotion and feeling, and one he’d hope she’d join in with. The brute was in fact a complete sikla, and had always acted as such in life. Even with the title of Beta Male he had a heart as soft as rotting bark. To have told Shayla his feelings through words was simply too impossible a task. So through song was the most logical way he could fathom.
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Post by Shayla on Jan 31, 2008 10:44:49 GMT -5
ooc- so you made me wait what? 2 months and you were nagging me about 6 days? shame on you. =P and out of hand? I dunno what you mean. >_<
Shayla bit her tongue, refusing to yelp in the half-expected pang of pain that came in retaliation. Being dragged back into a standing position, she nugded him lightly, half disappointed that she no longer had the comfort of his weight holding her steady. Standing upright meant relying on her own balance, which she didn't trust too much with the dizzy sensation that she was getting.
She tilted her head to the side, wondering what he was thinking, for it was obvious he was thinking something. He padded closer, and Shayla almost felt something melt at the touch of their noses and the sweet lick he planted on her cheek.
Then, he began to sing. Shayla felt a mix of feelings then, one, the biggest, she could barely describe, but it sent a rush of warmth and giddiness throughout her entire being. The other, was a mix of exhilaration, anyone within earshot could hear, and she didn't give a damn in the slightest. Thousands of little insignificant feelings swamped through her and were drowned out by the main one, the one that really mattered, the one that poured out of her maw as she raised her silverine head to join her own howl to his. Normally self-conscious about raising her neck in such a way, Shayla did this without even thinking about it. It felt so natural, she didn't care that her ugly scar placed there by the former First of the Balkar was now on show for all to see the result of her foolish stubbornness, she didn't care that anyone else would hear and know everything about her life, just in that same moment that she was taking those shaky steps herself and realising what she had wanted, what she had really known all along to be true.
ooc- oh damn, this is mushy..
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Post by Drathlic on Feb 4, 2008 14:18:44 GMT -5
(mushy yes, but once this part's out the way we can have a little more fun, heheh)
All Drathlic could hear for a few terrifying moments was the sound of his own howl; his own song of love and heartache being poured straight from his soul, no other’s lyrics mingling with his own. And then it hit him, as hard as a man’s arrow to the chest, Shayla’s beautiful voice. His heart lifted and louder he began to sing, getting to his paws and standing closer to his love, allowing their fur to mingle and for them to become momentarily one varg. To have her own heart feel the same way for him was simply too good for words or song to express, and his notes went from melodic to simple yelps and yowls of joy. His tassel began to wag dramatically and his lids flew open to reveal cyan eyes filled with joy. Bouncing now on his forelegs, the ruddy brute lunged himself forward into Shayla once more, toppling the two into a repetitive heap of red and grey fur, his muzzle buried deep into her thick scruff and his growls and yips of play muffled by her fur.
At last he came to rest, sprawling himself on top of her once more, and allowed their noses to touch without the sense of hesitation. A goofy grin had spread up his muzzle and his banner now swayed in a more relaxed fashion in the ground behind him, sending up small wisps of powdery white snow. Lifting a paw from her chest he placed it forward and batted her muzzle lightly. “Thank you Shayla, you’ve no idea how much I longed for you to sing back with me,” he said finally, words falling in a whisper upon her ears as once more he felt slightly bashful.
It's awful, I'm sorry >.< )
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Post by Shayla on Feb 27, 2008 5:37:20 GMT -5
ooc - sorry for the late reply, and for the rubbishness of it.
As Drathlic moved into her, Shayla felt her heartbeat quicken, his looming presense so close to her was not close enough, and yet at the same time too close to bear. His proximity making her head spin, was almost too intoxicating to stand.
Her breath was taken away as he pounced, swooning as their noses touched yet again.
She laughed, such sound of pure happiness had not been heard from the faemme in such a long time. Not without the tainted mark of grief hiding its true sound. "I had never realised until today how special you were Drath. I had known it, but, I had not realised it, if you know what I mean?" Shayla shrugged lightly, grinning. "I'm so glad you're here Drath, my one true constant." She murmured, nuzzling him lightly. "It feels like you're the only one in this life who hasn't let me down."
ooc - the soppiness is killing me. i can't go on. >.< sorry =P
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