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Post by seirei on Oct 11, 2007 19:41:36 GMT -5
I'm not joining, yet, just here to visit my lovely Ge-Rad friends. Of course I can't join yet due to my lack of posts, but that will soon be fixed.The leaves were changing colors. They were in the movement from their verdant shades of green to the striking golds and reds of autumn. They sky behind these brilliant colors, was white and gray. Clouds having obscured the blue behind and blocked off the golden rays of sunlight that Fenris would usually shower the world with during the summer months. It was a cold, blustery day with the icy wind whispering of winter, almost with excitement as it tossed the leaves from their branches and whirled them gleefully about before depositing them in various locations across the forest floor. And all around the Lera were preparing for the coming Winter, hoping and praying that it would not be a terrible one.
Hoping that it would not be Wolfbane’s Winter.
One such Lera, however, seemed unphased by any thoughts of the coming winter, nor did he seem at all perturbed by the chilly autumn afternoon. He was a wolf or, as they commonly called themselves, Varg. He wore his pelt proudly, the thick silver fur was already prepared for winter, making him appear fluffy. Of course the light gray was not the only hue of his pelage, for he carried two red marks on his face and one on his back, as well as his ears and tail being completely shrouded in this bloody pigment. He carried a sleek and handsome figure. Well toned and well taken care of for he found it dreadfully atrocious to have even a speck of dirt upon his pelt, for which he was quite pleased with.
His icy optics of gentle lavender gazed out upon the scene before him, as he emerged from the forest into a field and the smell of a border being crossed. Now he wasn’t intruding with ill intent, heavens knew that this Varg was far too proper and noble for such a thing, rather he was curious to investigate a few of the packs. Prospecting, if you will, to join one if he liked it well enough.
And it was here, the lands of Ge-Rad that he had been drawn to first. Stepping across the border he paused in his trek, lifting his muzzle high. Parting his blackened lips he called to the pack, to alphas and other members to greet him upon his entry, and to notify them that he was indeed a stranger intruding on their land. Though his tenor voice was tuned to tell that they had nothing to dread from the Kerl’s presence.
Seirei then stood at attention, waiting for someone to heed his call and appear. If no one came it would be no fur off his back, for he would simply turn and leave without another word, perhaps visit a different pack this fine autumn afternoon.
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Krystal Zanguzen
Sikla
Lead Scout and Emissary of Ge-Rad
Ge-Radian by Heart but Zanguzen by Blood
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Post by Krystal Zanguzen on Oct 11, 2007 20:41:43 GMT -5
Nothing seemed special about this day. Clouds obstructed the view to Fenris’ kingdom, and had even managed to block the raise of the fiery god, preventing some warmth from lapping the terra below. Just one of many signs that a change in seasons was close at hand, and it would soon be time to bare witness to the icy snows and frosty winds that accompanied the winter world. But for the time being, autumn flavored leaves littered the land. Once proudly displayed on the tops of branches, only to now be subjected to the whim of the winds as each leaf was flung around like a flimsy sheet of paper. Despite the scene of dying leaves at the mercy of the elements, it only helped to add to the beauty of Ge-Rad’s landscape. One could easily forget that winter was just around the corner, and find them-selves lost at the marvel of perfectly blended amber colors mix perfectly together like a tropical drink.
A bi-colored ebon and ivory Ge-Radian traversed an all too familiar route. It was just another day’s patrol for the femme, and nothing seemed out of place. Lera were becoming less and less plentiful as winter neared, and the occasional field mouse or rabbit that would once have made a nice afternoon snack was steadily becoming a much desired meal. Krystal trekked along the path on gentle ebon paws, not in any real hurry to reach any destination. The wind that journeyed along Ge-Rad brought no unfamiliar scent in its wake, as the breeze gently combed the fae’s silky bi-colored pelt. The breeze, although cold felt refreshing after the long walk that came with patrolling the boarders. Krystal sat on her haunches, and took a few moments to enjoy the gentle gust, allowing each movement of wind to penetrate her soft, sleek fur. The scout even closed her eyes for that moment, believing that all was well.
No sooner had Krystal shut her optics, a howl echoed into the terra. Each note twisting and turning around every tree as the lyrics reverberated across the entirety of Ge-Rad, and into the now awaiting and erect ebon auds of the bi-colored femme. Whom ever these lyrics had dwelled from, Krystal deemed that the stranger must be close, and worth investigating. In an instant the scout shot forward and into the direction of the howl. Ebon paws only lightly gracing the ground as they propelled the former Zanguzen towards this new task. Speed and precision were the way of her birth clan, and they shinned brilliantly not only in the velocity and accuracy in Krystal’s movements, but in the crescent emerald symbols displayed on her right shoulder, and left hind leg. These symbols represented a past and heritages that the Ge-Radian could never escape from, much like she could never escape those marks.
Her excursion took the former Zanguzen into the plains of Ge-Rad on a path that would take the scout towards the south west boarders. Now having escaped the labyrinth of Ge-Rad’s redwoods, her bi-hued sapphire and emerald optics now gazed at the grasslands that made of Ge-Rad’s western lands. Once filled with lush trees, they had once upon a time been engulfed in flame, and now only the plains of grass remained. Each blade of grass swayed gently in the cool breeze like the ripple on pond water. They were but one of many gentle sights that made up Ge-Rad’s beauty. Krystal sped forward along the even ground at great speed and accuracy. The wind that combed her fur during the sprint now carried the scent of a stranger, and as the femme neared the south western gates, the sight of a Varg came into view. Slowing to a stop several meters from the male, her bi-hued gaze studied his silver pelt and crimson markings. “Greetings!” Krystal spoke politely, but kept her distance. “What brings you to Ge-Rad’s boarders?”
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Post by seirei on Oct 11, 2007 22:18:47 GMT -5
Seirei’s deep crimson tail flicked back and forth as he waited patiently, indeed it hadn’t been too long before the sleek figure of a Ge-Radian femme appeared from the forest line to meet him. She was mostly black and white, but he could see deep green markings on her right and left, though not in symmetrical areas of her body. No, for one crescent moon was bore on her shoulder, the other on her flank. She was a beautiful she-wolf, Seirei mused, wondering if the good-looking wolves joined this pack. Of course he found himself to be quite handsome and was amused at the thought of social status being a reason to join a pack.
As she spoke he dipped his muzzle down, bowing low to show his Kerl rank next to her pack status. He would be even lower than a Sikla, ranked an intruder. And he would have to show her that he meant nothing ill to Ge-Rad by being here.
“Good day, miss.” He responded in his pleasantly warm tenor tones, smiling graciously to her as if silently thanking for her arrival. “I’ve simply come to visit. For you see, I’m actually looking for a pack to join.”
He wore a content and joyous expression. One very serene, and though he was showing his lower rank he held himself at attention in the way that his father had taught him. Having always been told to walk tall, keep your back straight, and don’t slouch had made a bit of an impact on him, so much that he had often been nipped at by other alphas because they thought he was showing disrespect to them. Of course he had honed his technique to abide by the rules that his father had set forth, even years after leaving the pack and the life he once lived, he could not shake what had been planted in his habitual life.
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Krystal Zanguzen
Sikla
Lead Scout and Emissary of Ge-Rad
Ge-Radian by Heart but Zanguzen by Blood
Posts: 415
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Post by Krystal Zanguzen on Oct 11, 2007 23:26:49 GMT -5
Krystal’s bi-hued gaze watched as the male dipped his silver form into a bow, a proper show of respect. The male’s lyrics held the presence of a polite and pleasant tone as Seirei spoke. Each word swallowed whole by the Ge-Radian’s ebon auds, and as he spoke the scout studied him. His pelt consisted of two colorations, mostly silver could be seen but along his back and face could be found hints of crimson. He looked strong and healthy, suggesting to Krystal that the difficulties of a Kerl’s journey hadn’t faltered the appearance or living style of the handsome Varg. The Kerl’s tones and expressions seemed honest enough, but like all pack Varg’s knew, the only thing that threatened the safety of a pack even more then human hunters or Mother Nature, was a Kerl whose loyalties could tie him to unfriendly blood. It was because of this that the Ge-Radian kept her distance.
The first thing that intrigued the former Zanguzen was the male’s mannerism. It was taboo in the world of the Varg for one to stand so straight and firm, strong and unmovable like a mountain, the form a Dragga would take, unless one was a Dragga himself. Had it been Shako, Ge-Rad’s Beta, or Draeg, Ge-Rad’s amber Dragga, who found Seirei first the outcome could very well turn out into a display of ivory incisors, or worse. Rather then say anything about the oddity of the male’s stance, Krystal simply held her ground. Tail erected now in dominance and eyes and auds focused forward and on the alert. “And too you.” Krystal responded civilly. “That matter you’d have to take up with our Dragga. But first, it’d be best if I could get to know you, to be sure you don’t carry ties with our enemies.” On that note, Krystal sat on her haunches and continued. “My name Krystal Zanguzen, Emissary and Scout for Ge-Rad. What would be your name?”
//OOC: Horrible……= (//
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Post by seirei on Nov 3, 2007 16:53:36 GMT -5
“Seirei Serkan, at your services Mi’lady Krystal.” He dipped his head again, and then lowered his own hindquarters into a seated position that mirrored her, though his crimson drenched plume curled around his flank, another subtle show of submission to the pack Varg. He knew that his posture was a constant hindrance to his eligibility of being accepted into the ranks of a pack, but it had been so drilled into him that it wasn’t easy to overcome. “As you know I am a Kerl, and though I’ve been here a while I’ve only met three Varg; the fortune teller of this land, and two very odd faes. Though I didn’t hang around long with any of them.”
He figured with these three, none of whom had he made any sort of alliance with, couldn’t possibly be affiliated with any enemy of the pack. The fact that he hadn’t stuck around long with any of the three to meet them properly showed that quite well. In this he was confident.
“Please feel free to ask me anything you would like. I have nothing that I wish to hide.” Seirei smiled kindly, his lavender chilled eyes glistening rather extravagantly.
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Krystal Zanguzen
Sikla
Lead Scout and Emissary of Ge-Rad
Ge-Radian by Heart but Zanguzen by Blood
Posts: 415
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Post by Krystal Zanguzen on Jan 7, 2008 2:08:19 GMT -5
As the stranger finished speaking, it was only then did Krystal realize that she had little experience when dealing with Kerl’s who wanted to join the pack. Normally such matters would be dealt with by the Beta of Dragga, but this occasion forced the scout the burden of this possibly dangerous task. As friendly as this Varg who called himself Seirei appeared to be, there was still a sense of doubt and hesitation that lingered within the bi-colored fae. The only thing that was certain in the former Zanguzen’s mind was that more investigation would need to be done, before any kind of action could be taken. The scene around the two wolves was a pleasant one. Ge-Rad sparkled in all sorts of autumn flavors, and leaves danced in the passing breeze. It was a time of both great beauty, and uncertainty of the future. All of Ge-Rad knew that the fury of Wolfbane’s season was just around the corner, and all ready the pack was preparing for the oncoming confrontation with the evil ones winter wonderland.
“So Seirei,” Krystal began. Her words were calm; to give the impression she was under no pressure despite the uncertainty of the situation at hand. The she-varg knew above all other things that she needed to remain certain and in control of things. “Where do you come from, and how did you come to find Ge-Rad?” As Krystal spoke, her bi-hued sapphire and emerald optics scanned Seirei, studying and taking in to account the physical condition of the male. At glace he seemed fit and at his prime. “I should still be faster then him. But that’s probably my only edge.” Krystal pondered, as the thought of a possible brawl was still a back order possibility. She hoped that this meeting wouldn’t come to such grim circumstances. The last thing the scout needed was to sustain an injury right before the winter season. And there was no guarantee that Krystal could walk away from this possible scenario unscathed.
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Post by seirei on Jan 9, 2008 12:50:03 GMT -5
“When I was but a cub, a Kerl visited my pack. He came weaving stories of the lands of Transylvania, and he told my brother and me of the six packs that lived here. I do not know his name. But he was a large black Varg.” Seirei remembered the Mann quite bitterly; after all it had been that Kerl that had stolen his love away from him – though it was his brother who had taken her life. “As for where I come from, it is not too far north, but where the snows fall much thicker, and winter is thusly harsher than your Wolfbane’s here.”
His thick plume flicked, as he sat back on his haunches. “I should say that I was not informed of the exactly location of any pack, and found your boarders by chance.” His lavender eyes gleamed icily.
Quite honestly Seirei had no inclinations to becoming violent. He was simply visiting, as he’d said. He too did not want to have a possible fight and be driven away from a pack. As Seirei sat he displayed that he wasn’t at all interested in starting a fight. His ears drooped, his tail thumped against the ground, and he didn’t look nearly as stiff. He seemed quite relaxed actually.
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