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Dizzy
Jan 21, 2008 13:23:58 GMT -5
Post by rafe on Jan 21, 2008 13:23:58 GMT -5
Emotionless, I turned to the north and slide. I skidded to a halt and barked angrily, "I'm glad I'm finally in a pack, where somebody likes me. I mean, sure someone liked me out of the Ge-Rad borders, but still . . . ." I shook those thoughts away. I can never be with Alice. Ever. I will never be disloyal to my pack. Alice is in a different pack, why should I still like her? I should hate her. I should want to rip her to shreds . . . Maybe. I don't think that is aloud in this pack. Not in any other pack, either. Well, maybe in the Sarnes Pack. Oh-well. I will never rip anyone to shreds . . . . Only my prey that runs from me.
No prey ran in the Meadow around this time of year. Hardly any prey, that is. So my pack is very hungry at the moment. And I wanted that to get solved. I just hated going hungry. Now everyone in Ge-Rad was almost dieing of hunger, like I was. I never eaten in a day, and I was completely starved half to death.
My stomach growled. I moaned. Now I was hungry. Which I hated. I knew that everyone hated being hungry, or so I thought.Some wolves sometimes like being hungry. I don't know why, but sometimes they love being hungry, I think.
Dizzy, I turned around and marched back to the pack. I shook my head, then padded on. Light head, I fell to the ground. The soft, cold ground felt icy cold, colder than before.
I awoke in the same place I was left. I was just tired, that is why I fell to the icy ground. Nothing to worry about, Jasper. But something felt wrong. My head still felt a little dizzy, but worst of all, I forgot what was which way to the pack!
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Dizzy
Jan 21, 2008 14:28:21 GMT -5
Post by Shayla on Jan 21, 2008 14:28:21 GMT -5
Shayla scented the chill air, drinking in all the smells that it carried. Since her return the silverine faemme had taken to scouting the borders of GeRad with a vigour, and today was no exception to that. Winter was always a tough time for any lera, putnar included. Prey was hard to find and under Shayla's thick winter pelt her fat reserves were low.
Moving like the ghost of the late Drappa of GeRad, Shayla's paws almost automatically followed her usual route with her bushy tail raised high. Her tail, and a fleck of amber in her right grey iris were the only two physical characteristics that she had inherited from her father. Otherwise, she looked almost like a replica of her mother Cwen. Creamy pale fur on her legs and belly gradually darkened to the dark grey of shadows along her back.
The silver fae paused as the cold winter air arrived with a new scent. Ears perked, Shayla shifted her direction towards the GeRad meadows - suspicious of this foreign scent coming from within GeRad territory. Padding closer for further inspection, cold grey eyes honed in on a white male lying on the chill earth. Shayla frowned, she didn't recognise him, but presumed he was the new packmate that she hadn't met yet.
Turning her head in the direction of the rest of her patrol-route, she wondered if she ought to continue and leave socialising until later, but decided against it. She was here now anyway.
Padding over, Shayla barked a welcome. "Hello there." She called. "And who are you?"
ooc- d'aww, worst post ever, my muse has run off on me. -__-
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Dizzy
Jan 21, 2008 15:53:50 GMT -5
Post by rafe on Jan 21, 2008 15:53:50 GMT -5
(That's OK! )
I shook the fur from my coat, and retraced the memory of Ge-Rad. Lots of wolves that were nice. The Meadow. I had completely forgot which way was which! Maybe I should of fell asleep when I was supposed to . . . But thats besides the point! Okay, I need to go to sleep when I'm tired. I wanted to let myself know the message for next time, so I traced what I had said in my mind. Go to sleep when I'm supposed to, go to sleep when I'm supposed to . . .
A sharp bark woke me up from my slumber with my thoughts. I turned around and saw another Varg from Ge-Rad, the Beta. I didn't know her name, but I heard it before, but I just didn't care. But know I did. What if she told Draeg that I had been lieing in the snow, and acting like a stupid pup? I shook that thought away, then barked to the Beta, "I'm the new Varg in Ge-Rad. You haven't met me bore, have you? Anyway, are you going to tell Draeg that I was lieing in the snow, for no reason? And falling asleep and acting like a foolish puppy? And," I turned to face her, and I looked into her eyes, "could you please tell me your name? I don't really know anyone here, only Krystal, that is."
(I'm sorry for the shortness.)
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Dizzy
Jan 21, 2008 17:36:36 GMT -5
Post by Shayla on Jan 21, 2008 17:36:36 GMT -5
Shayla nodded once, his words confirming her guess that this mann was in fact GeRad newest member. She raised her brow slightly at his next words, and half a smile tinged her silver maw. Vague amusement ringing in the deep recesses of her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't breathe a word to Draeg, your secret is safe with me." She replied. Of course, she kept no real secrets from her father, but then again, she didn't tell him every piece of unneccessary information either.
The silver fae pursed her lips ever so slightly, then asked the question that was starting to bug her. "So what were you doing sleeping here? Surely the dens are more comfortable, and warmer? A varg could freeze to death sleeping outside in the snow with no shelter." Of course, most vargs knew that, and she wondered about this varg's past now. In retrospect, Shayla had had quite a fortunate upbringing - fortunate in the way that she had grown up with two loving parents and siblings, which could be something of an oddity in these lands, or so she found. She had learnt everything from her parents, including the very basic survival skills, which made her partly wonder, if this varg was like so many others who had grown up alone, did he know everything he ought to? Eventually, she figured that he must have, otherwise he wouldn't have survived for as long as he had, but there was still the fact that he had been sleeping out in the open.
"My name is Shayla, and yours?" She replied. Then, as he spoke another's name, Shayla felt her teeth grate together inside her maw. Perhaps her reaction to Krystal's name wasn't noticeable, but Shayla didn't quite care if it was. She hadn't noticed the dark faemme around lately, which made Shayla both suspicious and glad. Glad to be rid of a nuisance, but suspicious that if her own petty hopes that Krystal had fallen off a cliff or come to some unfortunate end were proved wrong, of where she may be and what she may be doing. Brushing her thoughts of that fae aside, Shayla shrugged lightly. "Well, you'll get to know more of us in time." She said matter-of-factly, since she couldn't find anything positive to say about Krystal, and partly because dwelling on the subject with a new member of the pack would be, awkward to say the least.
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Dizzy
Jan 23, 2008 17:30:34 GMT -5
Post by rafe on Jan 23, 2008 17:30:34 GMT -5
She had a name. Her name was Shayla. I wanted to speak my name first, so I replied respectfully, "I'm Jasper." I sat down with a thud. "I don't really know I'm out here alone. I was out looking for food for you, but then I felt light headed. I fell asleep in the snow. I heard your voice. And here I am." I sighed. I didn't want to tell her that I was lost, I would look like an idiot. I decided that I should just go ahead and tell her; she could tell me where the pack was. She was the Beta. And I trusted her like someone I knew forever. "So, Shayla,"I barked, as I scooted closer to her, "Do you know where the pack is?" I looked up at her like she was my mother, and I ad just found her. "Do you know your way back?" I wanted to let the words sink in, so I let them. I repeated them a couple times.
I wanted to see my mother again. I wanted to see my father, too. I missed them sooooo furiously. I missed my sisters, too. Wolfwren was in another pack; in Koran, and my other sister was dead. She died from a human attack. "Do you?" I asked again. I wanted the Beta female to take me back to the camp, so I could rest in peace, without any barking or growling or fighting. I turned to her and barked again, "I'll know more Vargs? Like who? Okay, forget I siad that last question, but who do you think I might be . . ." I sighed, thinking about Wolfwren; my sister. "freinds?"
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Sorcha
Cub
Draeg and Cwen's last born daughter ~ Daddy's girl
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Dizzy
Jan 23, 2008 23:30:14 GMT -5
Post by Sorcha on Jan 23, 2008 23:30:14 GMT -5
((OOC: Is it alright if I join?))
Curiosity is often a persuasive force to a young cub, and this one is no different. Sorcha, the youngest daughter of Draeg and Cwen has this feeling in great abundance. One of her favorite things to do is to follow unknown scents and sounds to their source and once there, to find out as much as she can about the object. If there is nothing unknown that catches her attention lately she has started to torment her older sister, Shayla, mischievously following the other fae and amusing herself as best she can. Today is no different. Having grown bored after a short time playing by herself in the snow, the young cub decides to find her sister and see what she is doing.
Walking in seemingly random patterns, nose to the ground it takes a few moments to find Shayla's freshest scent, but when she does Sorcha yips in excitement and wags her tail furiously. Padding forward along the trail she follows it as swiftly as she can without losing the smell. As she leaves the dense foliage of the forest the snow gets deeper, making it sometimes harder for the pup's short legs. Sighing dramatically she readies herself for more difficult walking and plods forward, struggling through the deepest drifts as she makes her way to the meadow.
Reaching the open space the grey cub stops with interest, tilting her head as she recognizes this place and thinks of how it is in the summer. Picturing the wide open space and green grass she grins, looking forward to the warmer seasons. Pulling herself up onto a tall, firm drift she looks across the expanse of the meadow. Seeing Shayla her tail starts to wag again, almost involuntarily. Partially lifting an ear up in curiosity as she sees the form of another varg she yips once and listens to the echoes of her puppyish voice. Without waiting to see if they heard her she bounds off the drift and makes her way to the two older vargs.
Coming close to them she lets her tongue hang out of her mouth as she pants at the exertion. Without waiting for introductions she throws herself forward toward her sister, bouncing with excitement and greeting as she gets up on hind legs and tries to lick Shayla's face enthusiastically. "Shayla! Shayla! I haven't seen you in ages! Where have you been? I've been so bored without you!" As the sudden thought of the mann comes to her she stands once again on all four legs and grins with tilted head at the stranger. "Hello!" She yips happily. "I'm Sorcha! Who are you?"
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Dizzy
Feb 8, 2008 11:52:09 GMT -5
Post by Shayla on Feb 8, 2008 11:52:09 GMT -5
Shayla resisted a mildly confused frown. This was the first time she had met him, and yet he jsut said he was looking for food for her? She shrugged it off, and tried not to feel slightly patronised as he asked her if she knew her way back. She had lived here for most of her life. "I've grown pretty familiar with my surroundings since I have lived here yes." She replied. "It took me a while when I was younger though, but then I spent as little time as possible in the dens and as much time out exploring as I could."
Shayla shrugged. "That depends entirely on who you get along with." She replied as simply as she could. It was the way of life that.
Shayla turned at the sound of a yip, and she smiled to see her younger sister bouncing towards her. Laughing at such an enthusiatic greeting Shayla licks her sister, amused by the fact that it hadn't been too long since she had seen her sister, but was reminded about how time seemed so different now that she was older. "I've been busy Sorcha, but I shall make more time in the future for you to find exciting ways to get the both of us in trouble." Shayla replied with a mischievious glint in her eyes. Almost wishing that Sorcha had been born when Shayla was younger.
(occ - sorry, forgot about this thread. and, this is museless)
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