Deor! (Closed)

[vienna]

(Gah, lame, sorry)


Bright summer sky's told a golden she-wolf that the day was going to be very hot indeed. The golden fae padded through the Deor territory, tongue lolling out of her opened maw. The brown Deorian trotted through the thickened undergrowth of the Deor Woods, wondering if she would meet her pack mates or the new wolves in the pack. She hoped to meet her Drappa or her Dragga at the moment. The golden female soon came to a small walk, then stopped, still panting, looking over at a shady looking tree. Tail wagging viciously, she prodded over to the darkened tree, then sat down by the ruffled roots.

I wonder if I'll ever meet the new pack mates ever. I never even saw Koiji, Silve's adopted daughter and brought her into Deor. I never even saw the pack's Healer, Jonas! the golden fae thought to herself, as a sad frown appeared on her maw. She shook her fluffy opal head, then started to ponder, Will I meet the Dragga or the Drappa? I hope I do! She started to bounce up and down at the thought of meeting her two commanders. She never remembered meeting them, but she knew that they were there.

Bushy red tail wagging once more, the fae pondered once more, Maybe they will com- She stopped as she remembered that she hadn't visited the territory Deor in such a long time. Will they be mad at me for not visiting Deor in a long time? the female asked herself. She stopped bouncing and a cold shiver raced down her spine and bolted down to the very golden tip of her tail. She shrugged, remembering that Lucivar and Chalos were very fair. They wouldn't dump her out even if she didn't visit. The female sighed, breathing in the cool, warm air, Fenris shining high in the baby-blue sky. The bright orange globe of life shone on every creature below it and made them very warm. The thought of the God made her bring up the other Gods and it made her want to purr. She barked, tail now wagging again, "Thank-you. Thank-you for such a wonderful life." She looked up at the sky, and could of sworn that she saw the Gods themselves.

(Vienna still thinks that Lucivar is the Drappa of Deor.)

[Mist]

Lifting her head from its resting place on her right front leg, Mist looks around the forested lands of Deor for a stranger. The gentle mid-day breeze brought with it a scent - one that the ash-grey Drappa does not think she recognizes. If she has scented it before, that time was a while ago, and the varg is now a stranger. A sudden thought comes to her as she realizes there was no howl asking for Tratto's blessing. Getting to her feel as gently but swiftly as possible without jarring her slowly-healing wounds too much, Mist scans the area again for the sight of the varg. It does not seem threatening... and she feels strangely calm for such a situation. Perhaps it is someone who has rights to be in this territory, but simply has been away for many months.

Turning to limp slowly into the breeze, making sure to avoid putting her whole weight onto her torn left foreleg, Mist soon sights her quarry, and tilts her head. The unknown varg is a brown fae - fairly young and definitely not a threat. Limping forward closer to the strange fae, Mist smiles gently at her. "Hello. Are you looking for someone?" It is perhaps an odd way to greet a stranger, but there are few reasons why a gentle fae would enter packlands without asking for Tratto's blessing unless they were her own, or if she was looking for someone.

Glancing up at Fenris' burning form she narrows her eyes to block out some of the fierce light, and then shakes her head, lowering her eyes back to the fae in front of her. "Whew, it is hot today. The shade is much cooler where the trees are thickest over there. Let's get out of Fenris' direct gaze. He's not very gentle lately." Smiling again, she turns away and pads unevenly over to the cooler shade, breathing out a contented sigh as she feels the nicer temperature soaking into her fur and down to the skin beneath. "Might I ask your name? We have rather few strangers here in Deor, and I was surprised not to hear Tratto's blessing."


((No worries, m'dear. Your OOC describes my post all too well, I'm afraid))

[vienna]

Tasting the warm Deor breeze, the female smelled another wolf, one that she knew, but she could somewhat call the scent a stranger, unrecognizable. A cold sigh oppressed her through her throat and bolted through her opened maw. Tongue lolling because of the intense heat, she layed down by one of the gnarled roots. Suppressing yet another stifling sigh, the gold colored fae looked to her left and smelled the wolf scent once more. She smelled it all around her, killing her yet comforting her. A small smile appeared on her opal face, thinking, Mist! The wolf I smell is Mist, Beta Female of Deor! Tail wagging, she was about to reply when another thought hit her like a spear thing that humans had. Will she be angry just like the Drappa and the Dragga will be when I return to the pack? She gulped in the air, hoping for an answer.

Tail stopped thudding on the dusty earth, the golden female looked down at her brightly colored paws and was about to dream when the world was perfect. She was going to be the pack Drappa, and everyone obeyed her. . . She was erupted from her thinking dreaming when she heard a familiar voice that made her flinch. Still flinching, the golden female heard he familiar voice once more that reached her heart. She wanted to burst out the name, but the other she-wolf was still barking. "Yes, Fenris needs to make his temper ease down some," she replied to the familiar voice after it was done barking.

"Mist! I haven't seen you in such a long time! How are the Drappa and Dragga, Chalos and Lucivar? Are they good? Did they want me to come back to the pack? Did they miss me? Are they mad at me?" she barked to the ash colored wolf. Tail wagging, the pack Nurse barked to Mist, "How are they?"

[Mist]

Surprised at the fae's flinch, Mist wonders if there is a specific reason for the movement other than normal surprise. Figuring it is not her place to ask, she smiles and nods in reply as the brown fae agrees to he statement about Fenris' heat. It is only a moment later when she hears her name from the unfamiliar fae's lips, and tilts her head as she listens to the continued words. From them, she thinks the stranger must not be strange after all. Just as the fae speaks of Chalos and Lucivar, she remembers, but the moment is tainted by her own wince as she realizes that Vienna obviously doesn't know of the former Drappa's death.

If she had not been jarred by the somewhat unwelcome surprise, she would no doubt have greeted her old packmate happily, but as it is, she pauses in silence for a few moments, trying to collect herself and say the right thing. "Vienna. You have been gone for a long time, and things have changed. I am glad it was I who met you here today..." Another pause follows these words as she thinks about the pain she has endured in the past year. First Lucivar's death, then her own close-to-mortal fight, followed by the death of her mate, Chayton.

Lifting her eyes up to meet the others' she speaks again, with a much more serious face than she should have at a reunion. "Lucivar is no longer Deor's Drappa, she died in the late winter, murdered by Chalos' insane brother." Such words are harsh to the beautiful day and clash ominously, but those are the facts, and there is little to be done. "Chalos is still Dragga, but shortly after Lucivar's death I was appointed Drappa to help him with the pack." Smiling sadly she touches Vienna's nose with her own in a gesture of gentle apology. "I am sorry to welcome you home with such sorrowful news, Vienna... but, it is good for you to know."

Remembering the brown fae's earlier questions she realizes she answered most of them already, but there is still the matter of Vienna returning to Deor's ranks. "No, no one is angry with you. It would have been better to hear from you before this time, but much has happened, and it seems most Deorians are here only seldom. Since you had not heard that news, I shall tell you more. There is no longer any female beta, but Dakota Spirit is now the beta male..." A small, slightly secret smile comes onto the lovely, but scarred, Drappa's face for a moment before she continues. Silve, a pack member who you might know, adopted a cub, Koiji..." Lowering her eyes sadly she speaks again. "My mate, Chayton, also died..." She would explain the circumstances more, but she is the only one at this point who knows the truth of his murder by his vengeful old pack, and now is not the time to speak of it.

[vienna]

The golden female looked up at the ash colored she-wolf with emerald lanterns, wondering why her Beta Female was taking a long time to answer he question. The female got up only to sit down in front of the ashed wolf, Mist. The gold female shook her coat as she listened to the leaves rustling in the cool, warm breeze. Cocking her brown head, the female looked up at her Beta Female once more, then started to ponder, Why is Mist thinking like this? Does she not know how Lucivar and Chalos are? The female casted a swift glance at the ebony wolf, Mist. She saw her maw opened up and start to speak to Vienna.

Mist barked that things had changed while Vienna had been gone for so long. Vienna looked up at her Beta with eyes that mumbled the simple word, sorry. But something made the golden female freeze, and make her heart skip a beat. Lucivar! Died! Lucivar died from Chalos's evil brother? The thought killed her. She shook out the clingy thought, hearing Mist's voice again, the ebony wolf barked, "Chalos is still Dragga, but shortly after Lucivar's death I was appointed Drappa to help him with the pack." She saw a swift smile on Mist's face. Vienna smiled, too, but the smile soon turned to tears. To much bad news! she thought. She hated bad news!

Smile on Mist's face, she had barked something that made them both cheer up. Vienna smiled a toothy grin to her new Drappa. The Nurse noticed that all the smiles had evaporated when she barked that her mate, Chayton, died. "It's okay, Mist. I'm sure that he's very proud of you, up there." She pointed her muzzle up into the deep blue sky. "I'm proud of you, too, Mist. You suffered so much lately," the golden female barked to Mist. Smiling, the Nurse remembered that the ebony wolf, Mist, was her new Drappa.

[Mist]

Watching the numerous emotions flit across Vienna's face as she tells her of all the things that have happened in Deor since she left, Mist realizes how hard it must be to come back to things so changed. Lowering her eyes momentarily she thinks back on her year of wandering and how so many things were different when she returned. That was long ago, though, and even with the deaths and changes, she is at home, and couldn't be more comfortable in her own pack. Nodding in shared sympathy and understanding she smiles faintly at the nurse's kind words. Joining Vienna in glancing up at the sky Mist nods again, slowly, knowing the truth in the golden-brown fae's words.

"I thank you for those kind words, Vienna. I truly believe that, and it's comforting to hear that others have faith in such things as well." As the other fae speaks of suffering she nods again, but the depth in her clear golden eyes says defiantly that no matter what she suffers, she will not give up. "Yes, there has been much suffering here lately, but the best way to think about it is everything happens for a reason. We mustn't let suffering break us." As she says this her thoughts turn to her brother, and what he was both as a cub... and then when he grew up. He had been alone, and had done his best through great suffering, but had no one to turn to.

"You've got to trust in your friends to help you through such times. Vienna..." she starts, a questioning tone in her voice. "Where have you been all these months? You asked if the alphas would have you back in Deor - did you forget about us?" She would have liked to say that no one in Deor forgot about Vienna while the fae was gone, but now hopefully she won't have to keep silent on the matter if she ever leaves again. A pack is only strong if all its members work to know each other and hold the others up. If they always leave and go about their "own" lives, forgetting about their pack mates, the pack weakens. Thinking the golden brown fae needs to know this, Mist speaks her mind, but softly. "A pack is only as strong as the bond between its members. If we do not know each other or support each other as best we can, that bond weakens..."

[vienna]

The smile disappeared on her face as she looked at her ash colored Drappa. She could tell that she had been in a fight with another animal, looked as Mist's leg and saw that she had limped over here when they first saw each other. She sat up straighter to look at her ebony Drappa. Mist nodded to Vienna's theory, then Mist barked to Vienna about faith. I hope that Mist feels all better later... she thought to herself. She didn't want her new Drappa to suffer so much when she had the whole pack on her chest, in her paws.

Mist started to continue, then while she was barking, the golden female wondered, Suffering. To much has happened this season. Why have the Gods punished us from doing nothing? Have we done something terrible wrong that made them mad and now they wanted us to suffer? Why would they pick on Mist, anyway? She knew that they Gods were doing the best they could to save the wolves on earth. But why would they punish Mist?

"A pack is only as strong as the bond between its members. If we do not know each other or support each other as best we can, that bond weakens..." Mist barked to Vienna. The golden female snapped out of her thoughts, looking at the ebony fae, then barked, "So, are you mad at me? Is Chalos mad at me? I know that I haven't been here in such a long time, but please, please don't say that you're mad at me! I've been trying to find my way here, but I kept bumping into wolves, and they wanted to know stuff... It's all really confusing why I wasn't in the pack, but I promise that I won't be... inactive with the pack again..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at her Drappa. She hoped that Chalos and Mist were not mad at her for staying away from the pack.

[Mist]

Through the still-lingering pain encasing her body Mist forces herself to take a deep breath and reply calmly to the fae in front of her. Shaking her head slowly, wearily she looks back up at Vienna. The grey Drappa is just that - a leader of her pack, and must set an example for faith and trust to lend the much needed strength to her "family". "I can not honestly say what Chalos feels, Vienna, or if he has even thought about you. Much has pressed in on his thoughts and his entire being." Pausing for a moment she winces slightly in the still-present pain of her wounds as she puts a little too much weight on her slowly healing foreleg. "No, I am not mad at you - but to return after so long as if nothing has changed... well, you heard my words, I will not lecture you again on the necessity of support from all pack members."

This fae is young, and though her excuse for staying away for so long is hardly satisfying, Mist has never been cruel. She knows that harsh words now will just drive the fae away, and that all must learn from their mistakes. Nodding again slightly she speaks softly, her words low and deeper than usual. "I will take your promise as true." There has been no proof that Vienna would promise something and then not hold to it, and despite her recent hurts, is still determined to give others the chances they deserve. Her thoughts go to Dak, and from him to his 'friend', Dane.
Dakota has stayed strong in his faith that there is the possibility of Dane coming back out of the shadows if he is given just one more chance. If the strong beta can keep up that hope and the empathy to understand the dark mann's inner demons, who is Mist to refuse it to a small fae in front of her that simply strayed from her duty for a short time? No, there is no reason not to give Vienna this next chance since she needs it. Deor has always been known as a family, and what true family would not accept back a prodigal child who wandered away - especially if she did no wrong while she was away?

Taking another deep breath Mist tries a small smile at the worried brown fae in front of her and she shakes her head. "Do not fear, little one." The last two words are spoken because Vienna still has some growing to do - and indeed much to learn. "Deor is not known as a family for nothing. Welcome home, Vienna. I hope you will indeed see how many reasons there are to stay and will grow and learn and give what you can to this pack to help it thrive and live on and stay safe and whole. Will you do this?" It will be a heavy burden at times if Vienna agrees, but if one truly wishes for such a thing, they will persevere. Mist has gone through much suffering in her life - especially in the last months, and has come through it stronger. She has faith that others can do the same.

[vienna]

Vienna looked at her gray Drappa with serious emerald lanterns. A sigh apprised through her throat. She didn't want her Drappa to suffer what she was suffering, did the Gods plan this out for her? Did they want some poor wolf to almost die in such a fight? Do they want them to suffer? I thought the Gods were supposed to look after the wolves of earth, not let them suffer like Mist! But then she remembered that Mist had smiled when she told Vienna that Dakota Spirt was the Beta Male of Deor. Was Dakota making her not suffer as much? What if he was out of her life; what would she do then? Suffer more? I wish that Mist would be happy... Vienna thought, looking at the ash-colored fae.

Head hung low, she heard three words that seemed to comfort Vienna. "Welcome home, Vienna." A smile spread across her golden face. I hope that Mist will be happy later. I think that she needs a day with friends! Tail wagging now, she heard her Drappa bark some more, then ask her a question. A simple word fell from her maw right after she asked her that, "Yes." Now very serious, her tail stopped wagging and she looked at her sad and suffering Drappa with huge golden lanterns, hoping that she would notice that Vienna felt sorry for her Drappa, sorry indeed.

[Mist]

There is little response to her calm words, and Mist watches Vienna, wondering what thoughts are going through the young fae's mind. As she said a moment ago, the brown fae has much to learn and much growing to do. It is strange for the Drappa to be speaking to one she knows so slightly, especially since the two are packmates. Flickering up a brow at the short response she can't help but wonder if there will be proof of the "yes", or if it will turn out to just be a word. Sighing, the Drappa looks up at the sky for a moment, deciding to give the young fae the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it was true that she couldn't find her way back to Deor and got too distracted.

Looking back down Mist flickers her gaze over at a crack, to see a wide-eyed squirrel looking at the two vargs fearfully. She shifts her gaze back to Vienna, deciding to ignore the squirrel, and even that small movement jars her still-sore muscles somehow. Gritting her teeth and growling deeply in pain she gets to all four paws. This meeting is over, and she would prolong it if it weren't for her pain. It has made her irritable and easily worn, and she does not want to frighten Vienna away again with some hasty word. Pushing the pain to the edge of her consciousness she looks again at the fae. "I'm afraid that squirrel's chattering was a sign for me to leave." Her voice is rough, but she tries a smile after those words.

Turning half away from Vienna she readies herself to pad away from the small clearing and back to the dens where she can be alone and not in anyone's path. "You're home now, Vienna. Hopefully next time I see you our meeting will not be so short and my wounds will be much more greatly healed. Stay well, little one." With these still-rough words she turns fully away and pads down the slight slope into the heart of the packlands, limping heavily as she tries to keep as much weight as possible off the still-injured limb.