Bringing Home A Newcomer

[Drathlic]

The afternoon was fading away and early evening began to float in on the skies. Brilliant blues were darkening and in the distance horizon Fenris began to lower himself as Tor took her place on the opposite side of the forest. Fiery oranges and reds streaked the abyss to the west as an inky blue-black seeped into the east, glowing faintly with the arrival of Tor’s starry soldiers.
The air had turned crisp and cool due to the lack of cloud coverage throughout the day and warm breathe rose in misty vapour above the heads of two varg treading the paths beneath the thin canopy of spring. One was relatively large in size – a fully grown male who bore the distinct ruddy hued pelt of a Timber Wolf, though his most striking feature were his cyan toned eyes – this was in fact a genetic flaw and his eyes should have wore the more common hazel or golden tinge. The other varg, smaller and younger than the brute who strode a few paces ahead of her, wore a strange mix of onyx and red on her sleek and thinning winter pelt, eyes of a more natural and warm hazel.

Drathlic, the brute had been dubbed, turned his head and peered over his shoulder towards the youth, making sure that she hadn’t fallen behind and was still intent on following him back to the List packlands. A slight smile tugged at the edge of his lips and he averted his cyan gaze back to the path ahead. He’d managed to find Ryder and two other youths whilst out on his travels to the Kerl lands in search for possible new recruits for the pack – and seeing as he was the Beta male and had been within the pack’s care for well over a year now, he figured he’d have a good idea of what varg would suit the agenda.
Having been silent for sometime now, Drathlic parted his maw ready to speak when the scent barrier took him by surprise and his ears and tail were sent erect. Slowing to a halt he turned his body to the side and waited for Ryder to catch up. Smiling kindly to her he let a light growl tickle his throat before looking back towards the heart of his pack’s territory. ”Welcome to List Ryder,” he offered in a friendly tone. Peering back again he looked down before padding off towards a near by tree and halted once more beneath it, tilting his head back and let out his mournful song, making sure the notes carried our across the mountainous terrain to reach the auds of List.
Silencing himself after a few moments he looked back to Ryder and flicked his tail in thought, knowing now that it was to be her turn to ask for acceptance. ”Now it’s time for you to ask our Drappa for Tratto’s Blessing. She’ll respect you more for it than if you just let me introduce you to her when she arrives,” he growled at last. He knew she had a good chance of entering their ranks, but he liked to be sure than manners were properly used.

(Ok it's totally awful and I'm sorry. I just had no idea where I was going with it >.< )

[Ryder]

( so sorry for the long wait )



Dark blue hues painted the evening sky as night came in to play. The moon began climbing its way up into the darkening sky, while the sun began sinking in response. Mountains lay upon the horizon line, chopping the blue in the sky with their height. A forest of pine trees blanketed the land around. The sickly sweet scent of the pines drifted on the cool breeze, the breeze that swept the lands of the pack List. This was really it-- List! The pines, the mountains in the distance; it was beautiful! The scenery was so surreal. Magnificent. But this was only one of the few packs that inhabited this place called Transylvania. There was more, five more in fact, but none of them had interested the onyx hued femme except for List. And this was her chance, a chance to become a member, a chance to meet the alphas of this fascinating home.

Though it wasn't her home, not yet anyway. It was the home of Drathlic, the beta male who was only a few feet in front of her, the home of the others who lived here, and the home of Gryffin, the drappa, and Sudak, the former dragga. The ruddy mann, Drathlic,had a faster pace then that of Ryder's for he knew the territory well and this was Ryder's first time in the area. But it could be her home, it could, if the permission was granted. The permission that only the alphas could give. Then it would be her turn to get to know this place.

Slowing growing her confidence, she followed the ruddy mann at a faster pace, her paws stumbling over the unfamiliar terrain. She was still lagging behind though, she noticed. Surveying the scenery must have slowed her down, she realized as she picked up the pace, and tried to concentrate only on her trail. The silence in the area was piercing but not unsettling like it would have seemed. Perhaps the forest was always this quiet, though it seemed unlikely. Where were the others? The silence was broken by Drathlic. "Welcome to List Ryder." The onyx femme's head dipped as she reached his side. "Thank you," came her whispered response. Keeping her head down, she listened as the beta howled. She wondered if he was informing the others of their presence, which was probably true. After he'd finished, her black head rose slightly, though now her shoulders were tense with fear. This was it-- List!-- and this was what she wanted. So why was there fear?

Shoulders tense, ears back, she listened to the beta's next words intently. So he wanted her to howl, like he had, to let the drappa know she was here? Whatever his words had meant, she chose to follow his example. Note after note tore through her maw as her song progressed. Her song wasn't mournful like the ruddy beta's had been; it was more peaceful, tender, though loud. In fact, the song was her mother's, one she had been taught before the death, and Ryder was silently surprised that she had hit it note right, struck each chord perfectly. It was a miracle.

After finishing on a high note, she closed her maw as well as her eyes. Head dipped again, she listened around her for any hint of the approach on anyone else, List's Drappa perhaps.

[Gryffin]

( sorry been a stressful past two months gah)

A round sun shone brilliantly in the afternoon sky, its orange fullness radiating heat and light onto the mountainous landscape. The summer heat was almost draining to the soul, but finally the sun began another arc in the sky, its mass slowly but surely sinking as dusk settled.

Gryffin shook her out her coat, a tri hued colour which gleamed in the sunlight, List was once again plump and revived from the devastating affects of winter. Her tongue rasped across her lips parched from the heat waves. Paws pads shifte through the dusty ground, her eyes blinking, her tail dancing for rain.

Toward a river at the foot of the mountain sides she lumbered and with quick precision lapped up the thirst quenching miracle. But even the water was warm. Gryffin smacked her lips, emerald eyes glimpsing beyond the surface of the pool and toward the shadows where seh saw millions of tiny silver masses, swivelling this way and that. Minnows.

She watched them for a while, a large school all moving in one large mass. as if naturally synchronized. No longer did Gryffin have to watch the silver darts did a howl come to her now alert ears. Emerald eyes widened, Trattos blessing.

In a wild streak of brown white and gold Gryffin's emissary awarded feet brought her swiftly and tirelessly toward the borders of the territory. For this she had Lyft to thank. Her icy hued aunt, who taught her all the skills to be a great emissary and more wisdom about everything she could have ever learnt in a heartbeat.

Gryffin's pace began to slow as she lifted her head to see past the overgrown bushes and thickets. Her eyes spotted the large ruddy male, Drathlic. Hackles lowered as she saw that Drathlic was the escort to a young dark hued female. Though this was all serious business, she couldnt help but supress a faint chuckle. Drathlic always seemed to be escorting females back to the List.

Laughter aside Gryffin advanced, ears perked head up and tail curled over her rump to present that she was indeed the Drappa. Canines did not need to waste words to tell of this.

"Good evening Drathlic... and who may this be?" She asked, more calmly then one would think. Though of course it was that she trusted Drathlics judgment on the wolves he brought home. So far his judgment to his pack was gold.

Gryffin looked over the female. She was young, she could be strong. and as the drappa observed the stranger she waited ears cocked for the introductions.