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Post by Mist on Oct 21, 2007 16:39:57 GMT -5
((OOC: I have Draeg's permission for this. Any and all Ge-Radians welcome!))
Fenris' light shines down on his land with brilliance and warmth. If one was to close their eyes it would almost seem as if the days of summer haven't passed. However the brightly colored leaves in russet shades of orange, yellow and rusty red speak eloquently of autumn. There is also a subtle chill in the air that would not be there in the earlier months of the year. It foretells snow to come, and the cold of the winter months. It is this chill that has crept into the heart of the fae who pauses at the borders of the Ge-Rad pack. Her beloved mate, Chayton, left Deor with Ge-Rad as his destination to visit their pups' godmother, Krystal, and to thank her for all she has done for them in the last months. He never came back. The time he should have returned home is long past, and with a gnawing worry in her heart Mist has come to Ge-Rad in search of him. His disappearance seems to forebode evil - Chayton would never have left for good.
Pushing aside her nervousness in the unfamiliar territory Mist throws her maw up in the warm air and howls Larka's Blessing. The greeting and question mix as the strong vocals carry to the inner territory of Ge-Rad. After a few moments the last notes have faded, and the Deorian beta lowers her head, pricking ebony-tipped ears sharply, listening past the echoes for any answer to her howl. Even though Deor and Ge-Rad are strong allies and she has met a couple of the vargs, she has never been to this land and cannot help but feel a shiver of anxiety, adding to her worry. Shaking herself she pushes it away. She pictures her cubs, now being taken care of by her eldest daughter, Cagalli in her absence. They need a father, and if Chayton arrived in Ge-Rad she will be able to find him.
Almost involuntarily she begins to pace along the border, just outside the Ge-Radian forest, unwilling to go within the boundaries without permission. It would most likely turn out alright, but vargs have a strict code about not trespassing, and the grey fae will not be the cause of tension between allies because of her worried impatience. Flurries of thought pass through the mind of the new mother as she tries to think of some understandable occurrence that could have happened to her mate. He could have been injured, or, gods forbid, killed. Heart pumping at the thought she clenches her jaw, determined not to let her mind fall into the temptation of despair. If it is possible she will find him, if not, she will do her best to stay strong and return to her cubs.
Stopping in mid-stride and turning her head toward Ge-Rad she pricks her ears once again as she seems to hear something. Perhaps it was just her over active imagination, or a howl unrelated to her, but she waits in heightened anticipation. Who could it be? Perhaps Krystal, or the Dragga himself - Draeg. Glancing up at the sky the grey beta says a prayer to the moon goddess, asking for strength. Let them welcome her, and have some news of Chayton...
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Post by Draeg on Oct 27, 2007 23:26:52 GMT -5
The golden orb of Fenris burn brilliantly over the realm of Ge-Rad, shining like a fiery beacon amidst the endless azure sea that formed the heavens. Yet in spite of the warmth brought on by the waning sun the day was accompanied by a slight chill, a subtle hint of what to expect in the coming seasons as the autumn progressed. Already the forest had become a pastel of color, trees painted various hues of orange, red, and gold so that they seem to cover every shade imaginable. Just west of the forest the meadow had also changed, emerald sea transforming into a golden field over the course of a few short weeks. In a matter of months winter would descend upon the realm and the ground would be buried beneath a thick of layer snow and ice, thus putting an end to the abundance of prey and prosperity that had blessed Ge-Rad since spring. It was that little piece of information that had prompted the males desire to hunt.
Prey was already starting to become scarce as the days grew colder, lera having begun making preparations for the upcoming hardships that lay ahead of them. No doubt the herla would be stocking up on fat in hopes of weathering the long migration to come, soon they would be nothing more than a distant memory to the varg of Transylvania, at least until spring anyway. In the mean time though Draeg fully intended on securing one of the sizable creatures for his packmates while he still had the chance. Thus far his expedition had proven futile, the amber Dragga sighting neither hide nor hair of his intended prey much to his chagrin. Was it possible that, sensing the impending danger, the herd had already left the forest and moved on to safer pastures?
Scowling he pinned his ears, frustration evident in his posture, ebon snout twitching involuntarily at the foreign scents lingering on the breeze. It was highly unlikely that an entire herd, even a small one, would be able to pass through Ge-Rad without his knowing, the weather wasn’t exactly in their favor and the brute held the advantage as far as terrain was concerned. Perhaps they had simply crossed over into the meadow sometime during the night? Paws shifting beneath his deceiving frame the imposing male began making his way towards the sweeping fields when a distinct sound caught his attention. Auds swiveling to attention atop his golden brow he froze, ears tuned to the eerie melody resonating from the eastern most borders of his domain. A visitor it would seem.
Head tilting toward the heavens Draeg respond to the mournful cry with his own, vocals quivering with each booming note that escaped his battered maw. It wasn’t often Ge-Rad got visitors nowadays save for the occasional invasion, Draeg couldn’t even remember the last time he’d actually heard someone ask Larka’s Blessing before crossing the border. That was enough to warrant a response from him. Notes fading into the horizon he changed course, heading off towards the eastern reaches of his territory with the intent of greeting his guest.
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Post by Mist on Oct 30, 2007 22:34:20 GMT -5
Unsure of her own sense of hearing the anxious beta waits in heightened anticipation, all nerves and senses at their utmost to catch everything around her. After a few short moments go by with silence blanketing the air Mist lowers her head slightly, sighing deeply as she begins to feel weary from her journey. Since she decided to search for Chayton she stopped rarely, just enough to keep up her strength, but not enough to keep back all the consequences of her anxious trip. As an answering call reaches her ears the grey fae turns her head in the direction from which it came, looking for the varg who answered her call.
Golden eyes roam the unfamiliar landscape, searching for a glimpse of the Ge-Radian. The only thing she knows about him is that - he is a mann. No fae's howl is that deep. The howl held a timbrous tone, with a sense of evident authority. Something in the tone lead her to think it must be the male beta, or perhaps even the Dragga, but it's possible it is a warrior or guard instead, the authority in the tone his authority over those from outside the pack. Ge-Rad and Deor are allies, but sadly enough the grey beta knows few Ge-Radians. She knows Krystal Zanguzen - in fact the fae is godmother of Mist's cubs - but she knows no other pack members well.
Taking a deep breath she hopes the mann will be understanding... and at least somewhat friendly. She has never been good at going strange places with many vargs. She usually stays in Deor or wanders in the kerl lands, but has not visited another pack's territory in a long time. As the mann comes into view her eyes widen as she recognizes him to be the Dragga, Draeg, who she recognizes from his stature and descriptions she's heard from others. She didn't expect her Blessing to be answered by the pack leader himself. Lowering her eyes submissively she tilts her head, baring her throat to the Dragga. It is his place to speak and to allow her to stay or not.
((shortish... eh))
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Post by Draeg on Nov 14, 2007 16:11:12 GMT -5
((Shortness HA!))
It wasn’t long until he saw her. She was standing there, hovering just along the border like a scavenger awaiting its next meal. It didn’t appear as though she had any intention of crossing over the scent marker without an invitation though Draeg made it a point not to let his guard down until, for all he knew the amber varg could have been walking into an ambush. Taking care to keep his presence hidden he regarded the fae curiously, studying her from the safety of the thinning vegetation that littered the forest before finally approaching after a moment. No sooner had he begun his approach then she spotted him, golden orbs falling upon his rugged form for a moment before lowering submissively.
“Well at least you have manners.” Draeg mused, brow raising at the fae’s blatant show of submission. Tail flickering behind him like a furry banner he made a quick gesture, as though silently baying her to relax. Nose twitching he took in her scent, keen olfactory senses shuffling through the various odors that blanketed her scent. The amber varg felt himself suddenly overcome with a slight sense of nostalgia, familiar tang of pine and cedar filling his nostrils with their pleasant aroma. “You’re from Deor aren’t you? I’m Draeg, Dragga of Ge-Rad and former Healer of Deor.” he growled, hint of pride lacing his tone. “Tell me, what brings you here to my neck of the woods? Did Chalos send you?”
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Post by Mist on Nov 28, 2007 11:47:23 GMT -5
Draeg's first words to her come as something of a surprise. She had expected him to demand her purpose, but feels a blanket of relief as he does not immediately bannish her from his borders. Mentally shaking her head at herself she realizes that she must be tired. There are very few vargs who, without even finding out the identity of a visitor, would bid them leave. Noticing the Dragga's tail flicker the grey beta takes it as a sign she can stand erect, and raises her head to its normal posture, but avoids, at least for the moment, the mann's eyes in respect. Remaining silent as he takes in her scent, something in Mist's mind pushes forward a blurry memory, as if Draeg had once been a Deorian. That must have been when she was gone all those months ago, for she knows she wasn't there. She only thinks this is a true memory, and it was just mentioned by someone.
Her musings are cut off as the Dragga's deep voice comes to her ebony-tipped ears, and she nods in reply to his question but waits for him to finish his introduction and questions before speaking. "Yes. I am Mist, recently appointed Beta faemme of Deor. I.... no, Chalos didn't send me..." As if readying herself to tell the Dragga a long or painful tale she takes a deep breath to steady herself but cannot stop the shaking in her voice in the first few words and the name of her mate. "I am looking for Chayton..." After another calming breath she continues, trying to put her words into an understandable sequence. "Forgive me, let me explain. Chayton is my mate and we recently had pups. Krystal Zanguzen, you know her I'm sure as she is Ge-Radian, is the godmother of our pups, and she helped me very much in the first few weeks before she had to return home. Well, Chayton decided he would come and visit Krystal to thank her for all she has done for us..."
Pausing here she shakes her head slightly. "That was a couple weeks ago - he should have been back long ago. I... I was hoping you'd have some news of him. Perhaps you have seen him? Or maybe he even left recently and I missed him?" At this she looks up at Draeg's face, hoping for some sign, some news of her mate in the Dragga's strong, kind face.
((OOC: *I know that in the book it says that vargs always avoid each other's eyes so as not "challenge" or anger them, but I'm not doing that unless you think I should change it...))
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Post by Draeg on Dec 10, 2007 13:16:28 GMT -5
Falling back onto his haunches Draeg seated himself, delicate auds swiveling about expectantly atop his golden crown as he patiently awaited Mist explanation. As was custom she began with introductions, the amber dragga lifting an approving brow as she announced her position. So then, she was the new beta of Deor. He was slightly disappointed to hear that Chalos hadn’t sent her, knowing that her visit likely didn’t bode pleasant circumstances. “Pity, it has been a while since I’ve heard news of Deor. Even longer since I last visited.” he sighted, almost wistfully.
Her voice trembled as she explained her reason for visiting, revealing the full extent of her anxiety. Confused expression masking his features Draeg regarded Mist expectantly for a moment before lifting his head thoughtfully to ponder her question. Chayton? The name didn’t sound even remotely familiar. Was he supposed to be another member of Deor or just a passing Kerl. More importantly what was his connection to Mist? Was he simply a friend? A missing packmate perhaps? Wayward sibling? Lover? In either case Draeg couldn’t recall ever meeting anyone by the name of Chayton during his time in Deor, though to be fair his time there hadn’t exactly been a lasting affair. It was entirely possible that this Chayton had joined sometime after his departure from Deor, after all like the amber dragga had said earlier it had been a while since he’d last visited Deor.
Listening to her verbal explanation Draeg frowned, a familiar tune ringing from her story as he recall Firefly‘s often sudden and frequent disappearances. So Chayton was her mate then. That might make things difficult or at the very least painful for Mist, especial now that Draeg knew she had pups. Offering her a sympathetic glance Draeg sighed, ears drooping from his skull. “I’m sorry but that I know of Ge-Rad has had no visitors in several moons save for you.” he told her somberly. Rising to his feet he approached her cautiously, moving slowly as not to agitate her lest she be in an emotional state and suddenly lash out. “I can talk to Krystal and see if she’s had any dealings with him in the last few weeks. Deor has always been a friend of Ge-Rad, if you’d like I can arrange to help you look for him but asides from that there’s really not much I can do. I’m sorry.”
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Post by Mist on Jan 1, 2008 16:29:16 GMT -5
As she speaks, there is a faint glow of hope in the silver beta's heart as she imagines Draeg saying yes, he knows where Chayton is and that he is alright. Mentally shaking her head and warning herself against such thoughts to try and avoid harming herself, Mist watches the Dragga intently. Knowing now that he is a former member of Deor she nods slowly at his first words and speaks calmly, knowing suddenly that things are how they are, and worry cannot change that. "Yes, I imagine your duties keep you at home much of the time. If you ever do get a chance to visit your old home, it would be nice to see you there. Deor hasn't changed much. It is still quiet... and still beautiful..."
It is just a few short moments until Draeg answers in the negative, Chayton has not been here, has not been heard of by the Ge-Radian Dragga - or most likely by any others here, for surely Draeg would have heard if he had been seen around his lands. Raising her head proudly to help her stay strong Mist nods slowly. "I wish your news was better for me, Dragga, but I thank you. No, I think that if Krystal had seen him, a stranger to Ge-Rad, you would have heard of it. Tor willing, I simply missed him on my journey here. If I may, I will stay tonight to rest and then make my way home once again. I should not be gone from my children much longer..." This is the proud beta speaking, and not the simple faemme. Knowing her place and her situation Mist keeps from falling apart. Her words are true. If she might once again be blessed by the goddess, Chayton might at this moment be home in Deor.
((OOC: sorry it took so long Draeg! I'm attempting to kick my motivation back into gear...Happy New Year!))
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Post by Draeg on Jan 6, 2008 23:23:46 GMT -5
Even as he spoke Draeg could see it in her eyes, that faint look of desperate hope. It was a look Draeg was all to familiar with, having experienced it many times before while consoling Uskiya during Cal’s all to frequent absences. Mist took the news better than he would have anticipated for which the amber Dragga was grateful though deep down he wished that he could have been of more assistance to the Deorian femora. “Yes, I imagine it hasn’t.” he smiled fondly, feeling slightly nostalgic. “It would be nice to see Deor again and who knows, perhaps I can convince Firefly to come along as well. It’s been so long since either of us stopped by to visit and I would love to see the old whelping den again.”
It was clear that Mist had not fooled herself in believing her mate had ever passed through Ge-Rad, an impressive task which was more than Draeg could say for most other Varg that might have found themselves in the same predicament and panicked. But what was even more impressive, in Draeg’s mind at least, was the fact that Mist proved unwilling to allow this news to break her resolve and leave her a devastated shell of her former self. She would make a good Drappa when the time came for Chalos to step down, of that the amber wolf was certain. Still Draeg felt that he should at least try to allay her fears and renew some of the hope his words had inevitably shattered, if not for Mist then at the very least for the newborn litter she had mentioned. “I wouldn’t worry too much, from what you’ve told me your mate sounds like a competent varg. I’m sure he was just delayed, he’ll return to you in his own time.” Coming forward he offered her a warm smile. “You are more than welcome to stay with us as long as you wish, in the mean time perhaps you could tell a bit more about this charming little family of yours? ”
((That's fine, I wouldn't have been able to reply right away anyway))
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Post by Mist on Jan 8, 2008 23:43:31 GMT -5
Having spoken her words of acceptance Mist realizes that she just put her fate, her still present possibility of joy into Tor's hands. When she agreed to be Chayton's mate she gave her heart to him, and if he is truly gone, so is that part of her. If she has lost her beloved mate she will still be able to love and care for her children, as best she can, but she will always remember Chayton and imagine how it could have been if her cubs had a father growing up. But no, she shakes her head slightly, barely noticeably. This is no way to think. The ever present glow of hope burns stubbornly in her soul and she takes a deep breath, refusing to believe that after only this short time she must lose him. He will return, he would not have let himself be stopped from returning to his family. Chayton's birth pack was known for its ruthlessness and fierce pride, he would have used every bit of his inherited traits to ensure his return to his family in Deor.
As Mist stands before the Dragga of her allied pack she looks every inch the Deorian Beta but for the evident sorrow in her eyes. Her head and tail are raised proudly, though still with respect for the Dragga in front of her. A visit to Deor would most likely strengthen the bonds between the allies, and would benefit them in case of possible threat from enemy packs. Nodding in agreement the ironsilver faemme voices her thoughts. "Your visit to Deor would greatly strengthen the bonds between our packs, and I'm sure would give us greater defense against future threats."
Hearing Draeg's soft words of encouragement makes the glow of hope in her heart burn brighter. Sometimes what one thinks is weak as a thought, but when voiced it becomes much stronger and more credible. When she speaks in turn her voice is soft but steady, and holds evident gratitude. "I thank you, Draeg. I am truly comforted by your words. It is what my heart stubbornly believes, and hearing the same from you makes it possible for my mind to believe it as well..." At Draeg's request Mist cannot help but smiles slightly as she thinks of her cubs. "Well, there are five of them, four faemmes and one mann. The eldest is Key, then Rayen, then Delilah, then the mann: Ryu, and the youngest is Eponine. They are all darlings, but then, what kind of a mother would I be if I didn't say that?" Here she laughs lightly, showing her amazing ability for hope. "Ryu however is... well, he's quite feisty. I suppose it may have to do with the fact that he's the only mann, but he never seems able to keep still, and is constantly wandering all over and getting into all sorts of mischief. Thank Tor for Cagalli. She is my adopted daughter, and she has cubs of her own... well, they aren't exactly cubs anymore thankfully. She is caring for my five while I'm here...."
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Post by Draeg on Jan 13, 2008 1:37:45 GMT -5
Eyes bright with sympathy for the Deorian fae’s plight Draeg couldn’t help remember how devastated he’d felt the night Cwen had died. It had only been after the silver drappa had visited him in his dreams that he’d been able to see beyond his grief and live passed the event, however there were still times when his heart ached over the loss of his beloved mate or how their youngest daughter would grow up never knowing her mother. This in mind Draeg found himself silently hoping Mist would never have to go through the same thing he had and feel the pain of loss he himself had endured upon Cwen’s death. Of course he still had Firefly to help ease the pain of his loss but lately even that seemed to account for less, the tan hybrid’s frequent absences having finally started to take their told on the amber Dragga and wear at his patience. However now was not the time to think of such things and Draeg banished his bitterness with a fierce shake of his shaggy head, choosing instead to focus his attention on what Mist was saying. “I agree, and it has been so long since I last spoke to Chalos. I would like to find out what's happened since my departure.”
Mist complying with his request Draeg crane his ears forward as he listen to the young beta describe her recent litter to him, smiling softly as he recalled his own children and how proud he’d felt after his first two litters had been born. He couldn’t help chuckling at Mist description of her son’s behavior, the amber brute suddenly thinking how similar he sounded to the way his eldest daughter, Shayla, had been at that age. “My daughter Shayla was the same way when she was that age, being the only drappa in a litter of four did nothing to dull her sense of adventure. She was always sneaking off with her brother and getting into some kind of trouble, thankfully time and age put an end to that. Of course that just gives me other things to worry about.”
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Post by Mist on Jan 17, 2008 12:49:38 GMT -5
It is a subject that, when involved in, Mist cannot remain uphappy. Thoughts of her cubs bring back such happy and often amusing memories that, even the dark possibility of Chayton's disappearance cannot fully cloud the brightness of her memories. Perhaps this was Draeg's intention. She has just now met him, but first impressions are often accurate, and her first impression of him is that he is the perfect Dragga. Watchful alertness, caution, and strength, but all the kindness and care needed for wise ruling. If her guess is true he indeed has much of the wisdom needed for his endless duties.
Hearing Draeg speak of his own daughter makes the beta smile again, this time a bit differently as it is another's cubs she is hearing about instead of her own. It is with pleasure she listens and thinks of even her own experiences and cubhood, growing up as the daughter of the Drappa and Dragga. "I'm sure though now that it's over you're glad you had a mischievous daughter." Laughing softly she goes on. "Now I just want to keep Ryu in sight and out of trouble, but I suppose it makes many of the memories quite fond when they grow up. You have five cubs then? Well, five children... they're no longer cubs I guess."
At his next words she nods slowly before speaking again. "When I return, should I speak to Chalos and tell him that you might be visiting? I'm sure he'd appreciate the notice, and we would all be honored if you were able to come..."
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Post by Draeg on Feb 7, 2008 16:07:33 GMT -5
Mist smile was infectious as Draeg found himself matching her grinning visage, recalling the mischievous antics of his own offspring as well as his own adventures as a pup. He couldn’t help chuckling in response to Mist unfounded assumption about Shayla and his eldest daughter’s recent behavior. “Who ever said that it was over?” he chuckled, arching a sly brow. “She may not sneak off anymore but she’s just as mischievous as ever. In fact she‘s beta now.” It was true, ever since her triumphant return from the wilds of the Romanian wilderness Shayla shown more dedication to her father and the pack then Draeg had originally thought possible.
Sadly he knew that part of the reason his daughter clung so fiercely to Ge-Rad was out of guilt for having been away when her mother had died, the two of them had been exceedingly close and Cwen’s death had hurt Shayla as profoundly as it had Draeg, perhaps even more so. With Kop living as a kerl and the rest of her brother’s scattered to the four winds Ge-Rad held the only remaining ties to family Shayla had. Thankfully she had adjusted quite well to pack life and even seemed to have become quite fond of Sorcha, it was a rumor of course but nonetheless something that Draeg had been delighted to hear given Shayla’s apathy for a sister when she was younger.
“Oh yes, he’ll make you very proud.” Draeg smiled, eyes glowing with pleasure. “And you’ll always wonder how they turned out so well.” At her final question he flinched, his mind wandering subconsciously towards Damien and Zeth, two of his more wayward sons. “More like eleven.” he admitted. “Two through adoption and the rest through blood, not accounting for grandkids of course. But with the exception of the youngest you’re right, they’re not children anymore though I haven’t really gotten to know two of them.”
((sorry for taking so long))
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Post by Mist on Feb 12, 2008 21:16:33 GMT -5
Draeg's response surprises the beta and she laughs delightedly. She wouldn't have imagined this would be his response. Afterall, Shayla is grown now, Mist would have thought her mischievous days were over, but it seems that is not the case. It seems in some cases it is not just a cub trait, but a life-long streak. Hearing that she is of equal rank with Draeg's daughter she smiles. "Oh wonderful! She's following in her father's footsteps then. It is good for her I'm sure to be beta - if she's anything like you, she must have been born as a good leader." Hearing about Draeg's children she thinks how interesting it is that he has four sons and a daughter, and that she has four daughters and a son. Growing up in different environments shapes how different vargs will turn out. It is interesting to wonder what would change if the number or gender of siblings were to be changed.
At the Dragga's assurance that Ryu will one day make her proud, even, if Draeg's experience with Shayla is anything to go by, he will not completely grow out of his mischief. Smiling in gratitude and pleasure as she looks toward the future the grey beta dips her head in thanks. "Thank you, and I'm sure you're right. I wonder how often Aztec wondered how we - my brothers and I - were going to make it to adulthood with all our pranks and mischief. Did you know Aztec or Graht, by any chance?" Seeing his flinch from her previous question Mist tilts her head in confusion until he reveals his reason. Smiling at both the number and the reaction she raises her brows. "Goodness, Draeg. Eleven is quite a number. How old is your youngest then?"
Resilience is amazing. Though her heart is torn and anxious for her mate, Mist knows she must rest here in Ge-Rad for the night and it will do her no good to keep herself from rest of the spirit as well. This conversation with Draeg is doing her good, and raising her spirits - hope and joy are not banished from her heart.
((OOC: first, sorry it took so long, and second, I currently don't have much muse for this thread, sorry Draeg! heh, it's odd for me that Mist is asking about Sorcha...))
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Post by Draeg on Feb 17, 2008 0:22:12 GMT -5
Mist reaction was more then a little amusing, the amber dragga’s rebuttal having proven more witty then originally anticipated. Despite whatever nostalgia he might have felt Draeg had to admit that even he found it more then a little ironic that he should promote Shayla to pack beta given her past misadventures and volatile behavior, however there was potential there and with a little guidance, not to mention a slight nudge here and there, he had no doubts that Shayla would make a great drappa one day. However to hear Mist suggest that she was following in his footsteps brought a sad smile to the amber dragga’s face, his once proud features now sagging with grief. “More like her mother’s.” he replied, smiling sadly. “Like me? No she’s nothing like me, she’s always been more like her mother. She loved her so much…I miss her.”
Pushing his lingering feelings aside he focus his attention on the grey drappa, dipping his head respectfully to her gratuitous gesture. “Regrettably no, I never met them though I’ve heard their name on wind several times. Forgive my ignorance but does that mean you were born into Deor then?” It was a simple question though hopefully Mist wouldn’t find it too personal. His stay in Deor having been a short term Draeg hadn’t learned much of the packs history before Chalos, his knowledge of the pack’s founding was sketchy at best and even then he wasn’t sure what he remembered was even correct. He was glad when Mist decided to change the subject. Topic of conversation once again landing on his kin he pinned his ears, slightly embarrassed by the younger fae’s amused observation. “Shayla’s mother wanted a lot of pups.” he explained feebly as if that would justify the accumulative number of offspring he had amassed over the years. “The youngest is my daughter Sorcha, if I remember correctly she’ll be a year old this spring.”
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Post by Mist on Feb 22, 2008 17:25:11 GMT -5
There are always hardships in life and Draeg has evidently had his share. At the evident sorrow in his still-strong voice Mist feels a sudden pang of sympathy for this proud leader. Of course not all is lost or gone, but he lost the love of his life and, no matter what love he will find in the future or fun he will have with his children, there is nothing that will completely fill the gap made when Cwen was killed. Thinking of herself like this is not what the grey fae has grown up to do, and the ever present hope is a steady flame in her aching heart. She refuses to believe that this is it for her. Chayton would not have given up that easily, and neither will she. Smiling once again and letting that hope buoy her spirits she listens with interest as the Dragga answers her in the negative, reinforcing her images of his loneliness.
"I am sure you are proud of her either way. I would like to meet Shayla some day. I regret now that I never came to Ge-Rad and got to know Cwen..." Nodding slowly she wishes there was something she could do for Draeg. "Yes..." She speaks softly, her voice low and somewhat musical. "I can imagine somewhat how you are feeling... I cannot give up hope of seeing Chayton again soon, but before I met him I had lost my whole family... Aztec, and Graht are gone, and so are my brothers."
At Draeg's next question about her origins she shakes her head. "No, I'm actually not sure who or where my birth pack was. I was adopted by Aztec and Graht when I was quite young. I remember nothing of my life before... except perhaps in dreams..." Shaking her head again, this time more in amusement she smiles. "It is certainly nothing to be the least bit embarrassed, Draeg." She hopes her repeated first name use will not be seen as disrespectful to the kind Dragga. It is certainly not her intent, she just finds it easy to be familiar with this kind mann. His words of his youngest daughter make her smile again. "She's not too much older than my cubs then, just a couple moons. Perhaps we should get them together sometime. I'm sure Ryu and my girls would love to have another playmate."
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