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Post by Dakota Spirit on Aug 17, 2008 21:45:40 GMT -5
Taking the fae's soft words with him, Dakota padded quietly through the forest. Between the trees he went, treading upon the dry leaves and thin snapping twigs. Things seemed warmer as of late, retaining their heat long into the night. It was a quality the male found not quite pleasant, already having to deal with the extra warmth captured by his dark pelt it was unbearable to think of temperatures rising any higher. Still, as the sky darkened in it's path to midnight he felt things laxing to the slightest degree. A light breeze had picked up, twisting through his thick fur in small torrents. The relief it brought was small but appreciated. Enough so at least that the male found the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in pleasure. Green eyes shifting alertly in the shadows, Dak looked for an opening in the trees from which he could watch for prey. Seeing one such area just ahead, the wolf increased his pace while slowly lowering his bulky body into a low crouch, using the shadows and thick brush as cover. Not much stirred in tall grass that blanketed the valley before him. He had missed peak hours, the light was waining and all typical prey was not searching for their own cover in the darkness to come. His choices became even more limited when his lone status was calculated in, pinpointing his best shot for success in targets from the medium to small range of size. Skilled or not, Dak was still only one wolf...and there were limits to what he could take down alone.
Still, everyone was due a break now and then and as the dark wolf watched it thought it was about time for one of his. A small family of deer were venturing into the clearing, their dark eyes large with caution and fright. It was a dangerous time for the vulnerable herla, a fact even the babies seemed to know as they tottered closely behind their mother. By product of late breeding or some other unknown cause, the female and question had given birth only a few months before. Her babies were still growing, still dependent on their mother's protection. Yes, babies. In another interesting twist of mother nature, the elegant doe had produced a rare set of twins. Two miniature copies of herself. It seemed a shame to break up the pair but Dak knew this was how the world worked, and soon enough he was plotting out his plan of attack. Moving carefully among the shadows, the wolf tailed them in their carefully exploration of the small meadow. Optimistically, Dak figured if he could take out one of the babies upon first strike the mother and her remaining child would be frightened enough to flee in the other direction. Leaping from his cover, the wolf tore toward the closest fawn hoping that things would play out correctly. Grabbing it's thin neck in his powerful jaws, Dak bit down sharply causing the first jets of blood to spit into his mouth. Life ended soon after for the young soul, as lite faded from her eyes with the same speed that her family disappeared into the protective trees.
Bending down to the body, Dak took a few bites for himself, less then his fill but enough to end the rumbling in his gut. Then, grasping a portion of the meat in his jaw the male pulled it free and proceeded back the way he'd come. Appearing back at the location from which he left his companion, he stood a ways off, silently watching. The fae stirred in her sleep, twitching slightly as the dreams took her. Then without warning her voice sounded, echoing with heartbreaking clarity across the land. Dak felt cold watching her, knowing that she must be suffering from the memories of turmoil and pain that had so recently be visited upon her life. He knew this feeling and yet knew not how to combat it. Even in his desire to help the silver fae Dak was lost on how to proceed. She remained grateful to whatever he did and yet the male could not feel at peace, with her wracked body still suffering he knew that she needed more, that he had not yet given enough. Having come up from behind, Dak was not sure if Mist knew of his presence so he took careful steps, hoping to keep from startling her mid sleep.
Upon reaching her side, he laid the chunk of meat before his companion, silent again as he studied her. The fae's golden eyes were watered, filled with the pain that only lose could bring. He stood in quite vigilance, mindful of the times when their roles had been reversed. When he had been he one on the verge of breaking, with only Mist's gentle concern to bring him back. Torn for a moment between a course of action Dak remained motionless in his thoughts before finally breaking free of the trance. Settling himself gently beside the fae, Dak lay close to her discreetly licking the blood from his own darkened maw. When finished he looked to her again, resting one of his big paws across her pale and shining leg. "Eat, my dear.", he whispered. "The sooner you're finished the sooner we may continue. The sooner we reach the dens and the sooner this night will end. I cannot end your pain, that is something only time will do. Perhaps though, if you were among your homeland you would feel marginally better." Resting his head next to her, Dak could hear the drappa's heart beat rhythmically in his ears. It sounded healthy and well, not at all betraying the crack that had been forced upon it's structure. Yet he knew it was there. That part of it would always be there, regardless of the years that passed and such a thought pained him. It opened similar cracks upon his own heart, pulsing angrily against his helplessness."Please...", he breathed, compelled yet again to do the only thing he could. To give her the physical strength she needed to continue. "Please.", he said. "Please eat."
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Post by Mist on Aug 18, 2008 14:57:57 GMT -5
Oblivious to everything except the pain in her heart as the dream slowly ends, Mist feels as if she is surrounded by the darkness that meets her eyes. As she tries to shake herself free of it, she feels a warm, soothing presence next to her that prompts her to open her eyes. It is dark, but so much lighter than the darkness of deep sorrow that had plagued her for the end of that dream. The sound of a soft sigh is heard from her lips as she takes in the cool air of the night and does her best to calm herself and restore the balance she had had before sleep had overtaken her. Dak puts a leg over her uninjured foreleg and as she feels the warmth of his touch she is brought back to the fullness of reality, and scents the metallic smell of fresh blood. Turning her still-pained eyes to meet his concerned emerald orbs she nods slowly in reply to the wisdom in his words. "Yes..." She begins softly, her gaze falling to the ground and the hunk of herla meat near her. As sight and smell together penetrate the barrier of pain, she feels her stomach clenching in the pain of hunger and her mouth begins to water. Glancing back up at Dak before tearing into the life-giving sustenance she smiles marginally and dips her head. "Thank you, Dak..." Her words are simple, and she otherwise might have spoken about the blessing of the gods, but for the other thoughts and strong emotions in her mind and heart.
Shifting her weight slightly so she can more easily reach the meat she tears into the still-warm and bloody flesh hungrily, barely mindful of her physical hurts as the taste of fresh meat envelopes her being for these few moments. It is exactly what she needed. When one doesn't have the strength to continue physically, it is all that much harder to ward off the hurts of sorrow as well, and one is left open to easy bouts of darkness. Fresh blood of the herla meets with the Drappa's own dried blood as she eats, after the first bites slowing down somewhat and becoming aware once again of her surroundings. She begins to ponder Dak's words that he spoke only moments before and knows without a doubt that, if he could, he would end her sorrows and pains immediately, but, as hard as it is, they are both a part of life that cannot be banished.
There is little meat left of the chunk Dakota brought her when Mist finishes eating, and she looks up at the ebon knight beside her, suddenly wondering if he ate his fill or sacrificed that for her as well. "Did you eat, Dak?" She asks in a soft, but fairly rough voice - both from use and pain. "Again, thank you for taking care of me. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't heard my howl and come to help me earlier..." She doesn't even want to think about the hardships she would have gone through if she had been alone this whole time. Leaning forward slightly to lick a patch of blood off Dakota's cheek she rests her weight against his strong side and leans her head against his own, sighing deeply.
It is hard to think of getting up again and moving, but the grey fae knows she will be all the more grateful and comfortable when they've reached the dens. Surely she will stay there until her wounds have healed enough for her to easily move about on her own, but that will not be for some days. Closing her eyes for a moment as she stays in her comfortable position against Dak, a grateful smile shows itself briefly on her maw as she remembers the beta's gentle words, promising to stay by her as long as she needs it, and not to leave until she is well enough to manage on her own. She knows she must get up if they are to reach the dens, and, though it is a struggle to get back up onto her stiff limbs she slowly makes it, balancing on her three good legs until Dak situates himself so she can lean on him again, depending on his strength to get her home.
((Meh, sorry Dak... it's rather blah))
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Aug 27, 2008 15:46:05 GMT -5
Unaware that Mist was still in the thralls of sleep upon his approach, Dak was momentarily startled to feel her stir beside him. He feels silly for a time, having spoken to her and acted as if the fae were listening...but the feeling passes as the fae lifts her head gently and he smilies softly at her. "You get better.", he rumbled quietly. "You get better and we'll call it even." Removing his leg from hers, Dak allowed the fae room to eat. She was obviously hungry and it didn't take long for the silver wolf to give into her desire and dispose of the meat. He watched her eat silently, glad of the relief that such simple things brought her. Glad that he could be the cause of that, that he could take care of her just as he'd promised. Though true to form the Drappa was soon turned to him, asking of his own comfort and needs. Shaking his big head slightly, Dakota dipped his muzzle down close to Mist's own elegant maw. "Do not worry of me.", he said softly. "This is your time to heal. I shall be fine." And he knew he would be. Though there was still shadows and doubts lurking in his mind, it was not so much so that he was completely blinded of the goodness that too was creeping forward. Things were changing, he could feel it...and for once he was not afraid. He was not worried or alarmed of what might come with such changes, the stood like a beacon of hope in his life. A second chance that he saw coming to pass again and again in his dreams.
Feeling the weight of his companion leave him, the male watched as Mist lifted gingerly to her feet. The movements were still hesitant and labored, showing him that the pain was still there but also making him wonder if she too wished for the possibility to stay just where they were. If only this could be the end of their journey. Such things were not realistic though, for they were still out in the open, away from the safety of Deor's shading trees. So it was that he too found himself rising from the plush ground to come in stride beside the fae. Grinning impishly, Dak tucked a foreleg under him as he bowed playfully before the fae. He'd stopped using such formalities with the drappa only recently, upon his growing comfort with her, but now it was more out of joy that he knelt for Mist. Assuring her, if he could, that continued thanks were no longer required. That he was pleased doing whatever he could for her. Then, moving close to her, Dak allowed the fae to rest once more against him before continuing their path toward the forest. "Almost there, my dear.", he whispered. "I think we are finally getting close."
The beta's words soon proved true as the pair at last broke through the trees and into the welcoming pack lands of Deor. Just up ahead compact hills dotted the landscape, announcing the presence of the dens that had been carefully burrowed into the hard sturdy earth. Stepping lightly as to not awake the other Deorians that were sure to be present, Dak slowly led them toward the big spacious hole he knew was often occupied by the alphas of the pack. The den, having been made big enough for two, would be perfect for the wounded fae. Dak knew it would give her a chance to stretch out and allow her wounds to rest. "Here we are.", he said. "Finally home." Moving slightly away, the male allowed Mist enough room to make her way into the den. He did not want her to feel crowded or off balance as she moved in the dark. "Do you need anything else?", he asked the fae. "I will stay here, right at the den's mouth. So if you wake in the night you can wake me too...and I will help you with whatever you need." In the shadows, Dak was all but camouflaged. His green eyes glowed sharply against the black, bright and alert in their appearance. He stood hesitant at the cave's entrance, unsure of how to proceed. So he waited quietly, waiting for Mist to show him where else he could be of use.
[Ah, lame ending...I sorta ran out of things to say]
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-Raido-
Cub
See the lightning in your eyes
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Post by -Raido- on Aug 29, 2008 19:20:23 GMT -5
The days had grown longer and shorter, the whole while the young wolf had wandered free through the lands that surrounded Deor. While few knew him, fewer still knew that he returned each night to his aunt's side, curling next to her, leaving before she woke to expand his world.
Truthfully, he needed the freedom. The world he had been born into gave only the impression that the world was garbage. He hated it from the second he cast his eyes across it, his rust colored fur seeming the color of blood dried on his back. He felt little affections for the mann who had sired him, who had cast him into this world like a dice, something so casually tossed to the side and left for the world to chew up and spit out.
True, he had grown. His world had shifted, morphed, changed into something less dark, less...hate filled. He had come to love his aunt, even if he were silent and avoiding her at this point. It was merely because he could see the affection as the ebony varg swept her under his spell.
The rusty-black cub still knew that it was good. Dakota was a kind varg, one of the few that had showed him any affection; though, he supposed he still had no idea why. Perhaps he saw something he recognized, perhaps it was merely in his nature to be kind to smaller, weaker beasts. Raido didn't care; he made Mist happy, and that was more then he could do, he supposed.
It was a day of wondering for him; maybe's and perhaps echoing faintly through his mind as he wandered through the dry grass and silent trees. The sunlight blazed down, igniting his rusty fur, and tainting that perfect coal hue with speckled gold. He closed his eyes, smiling a bit to himself, walking closer to the place where he knew Mist lay; he softly called out ahead of him "Hello?"
It was time to make a family, time to accept that which he had pushed away so hard. After all, any tree can drop an apple.
He was gonna drop the freakin' moon. And he wanted someone to be proud of him when he did.
(Sorry, I just couldn't think of anywhere else to break in...and..well..erm... nevermind.)
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Post by Mist on Sept 3, 2008 21:27:52 GMT -5
Nodding as a grateful smile makes its way to her face Mist tilts her head gently, careful not to pull at her deep spiral-shaped wounds running down her left shoulder and foreleg. “It seems to me that we should call it even then for good. I do not think we will too often be apart for great amounts of time after this – and will have many chances to… help each other. No more “favors” – we’re even. What d’you say?” Between good friends there is no need for debts – help, and love, should be given freely, without thought for repayment or dues. As she turns her attention to the sustaining meal, the Drappa feels as if strength is noticeably returning to her limbs – the strength she needs to make it to her destination. Without this she would very possibly have had to stay out in the open all night, unable to continue on as necessary. Leaning forward softly she gazes into his eyes, golden meeting emerald which shine like star-fire even in the growing gloom of twilight. “Perhaps no time should be for one alone. I will heal, but you must take care of yourself as well, my dear.”
Pushing herself to her paws after she says this, as if silently reaffirming her words that, though she indeed needs his help, he must think of himself as well, she balances on her three good legs and waits for him. Her thoughts mirror what he imagines she is thinking – that it would be so much easier if this could be the end of their journey… but she is not the Drappa for nothing. Her body is weak, and her soul has taken a heavy blow, but she most certainly has not broken. There has been great frailty at times this last day, but now her spirit burns as brightly as ever, and will not let her give up. Nor will Dak let her give up, and as she watches his impish play she is reminded of Chayton. Though the picture of her deceased mate clenches her heart and chokes up her throat, she takes a deep breath and reminds herself that this is Dakota, and he will help her live through this time. For him, and for Chayton – knowing he wouldn’t want her to be sad, she smiles slightly, gently, and dips her head in response. As he comes close to once again offer his assistance she leans on him and nods gratefully at his words. “Yes… it is close now…”
The dense cover of the forest thins up ahead and is a silent affirmation of her words. Stepping out into the large clearing by the pack dens, Mist looks ahead gratefully, the deep shadows of twilight lessened by the absence of trees. Tor has risen gracefully from her place in the East until she now shines brightly above, adding to the dim light of the stars and overshadowing even the brightest of them with her pure brilliance. Lowering her eyes from the radiant lady with a sound somewhat between a sigh and a soft woof, the weary Drappa limps onward with her weight still on the strong back of her companion. It is strange to think of the others in the pack sleeping as usual, but though her world has changed in the last two days, not everyone else’s has. It is almost surreal to realize this fact, but there it is. As Dakota helps her take her own weight, she pads softly inside until she is protected from the elements, but can still fully see him – like a silent sentinel at the entrance. She can only see his eyes and his faint silhouette against the dark sky, but it is comforting to know he is there. “Dak…” She murmurs, just loudly enough for him to hear her, looking up at him. “You don’t need to stay outside… you can come in.” The den is one of the two alpha’s dens, and is certainly big enough for them both – if needed it would be big enough for a family. The Drappa suddenly feels cold, and would appreciate the company if stays.
Another voice breaks through the darkness and she perks her ears, recognizing it for himself, but also as if from a dream – or another lifetime. She knows it is Raido, but since his voice has deepened and he has grown he sounds more and more like his father than he will ever know. It sounds like he is returning to the dens for the night - something she should have expected, but it is certainly not surprising that she didn't. Few regular thoughts have penetrated the sorrow and confusion of this day. Raido has lived up to his title "the Wanderer", and though he has not permanently left Deor, she has not seen him all that much lately - which leads her to the conclusion that he does indeed wander, even if it is only from one Deor border to the next. "Raido..." She calls back, her voice somewhat hoarse as she raises it louder than a soft tone.
((erg, what an awful ending... Dak, we'll talk over PM/IM and you can tell me what you think. Raido, feel free to let me know as well))
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Sept 4, 2008 20:06:47 GMT -5
Though she had spoken before they reached the dark caves, Dak had taken a moment to himself, mulling over the meanings of Mist's words. She was right of course, calling them even and ending all debts. He knew this and yet he still had a hard time fully accepting such a claim. He was supposed to be protecting her after all, he'd promised this time and again. Not only that but did the fae not see what she'd done to him, how big a gap she'd filled up? Dakota doubted this, for he knew Mist was astute and wise. Surely she had gathered many of the quite hints together in order to form at least a glimpse of what he was feeling. And if that was true, then she must know what she spoke of, then she must know what it meant to call them even. To set him free of the ties that had already gotten him in so much trouble with his lost brother. Mist had long been privy to the story of his falling out with the one called Dane, she knew of his unresolved promises and broken bonds. So it was a small thing that she'd done and perhaps not all together intentional, but priceless in it's value. With her words Mist had broken the grip of Dak's hardened pride and allowed him a chance to be with her because he wanted to rather then out of some sense of duty.
"What you said back in the field...", he finally murmured quietly from the den's mouth. "It makes sense to me...not pulling out a single force to focus all of one's attention on, but instead tending them together in turn. Like a pack...", he said nodding slowly in the darkness. "I will learn to do this in time.", he assured her. "I'll learn to drop the habits of kerl life and accept that even I need help at times." Grinning the male turned his big head to face Mist's shadowed form before carefully adding one last comment. "Besides...", he said. "I won't be of much use to you if I'm falling off my feet in exhaustion, anyway." When Dak's voice had ended, echoing out slowly until dispersing entirely, the land around them was firmly in the grips of night's fall. It had been dark before, but now the work seemed coated in inky blackness. Deor's sheltering canopy only served to lock in the dark, perhaps even taking the pack lands a shade deeper then the surrounding areas. Dak had tipped his head skyward, green eyes searching for the stars when his companion's voice sounded quietly from behind. Turning around he saw her bright golden eyes, looking up to meet his own, the fae's voice loud enough for him alone, opening the warmth of the den up to him if he chose to take it. The corners of his lips lifted slightly at such an offering as he peered within the den's depths, already imagining what it would be like to curl up next to the fae, to feel her warmth mixing with his.
Already he had taken a step forward, intent on laying his head close to her chest, on hearing her strong heartbeat sound once more in his ears when another voice cut through the darkness only to be quickly answered by Mist's hoarse call. "Raido!", the male said a bit too roughly, spinning around to meat the young wolf. His sudden presence had surprised Dak, breaking the spell of the moment. "It's late.", he said, plainly laying out the obvious. "Should you not be in your den? Asleep?" His voice had lightened up some, overcoming the surprise and returning to it's normal deep tones, but his words were still somewhat short, less polished then they would be on normal terms. Moving quickly, Dak stepped before the cave's mouth, shielding Mist from the cub's further inspection. Instinctively he felt that she should not be seen in this way, weak and injured but he could already picture Mist's reaction. He could see her in his mind's eye, rising to her feet and coming forward, perhaps standing by his shoulder in a quite reassurance that once again, his actions were misplaced formalities. None the less, he stood where he did looking across at Raido's smaller form. "Is there something you needed?", he finally asked, thinking perhaps the male had reason for his sudden appearance. "Something you needed help with?"
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-Raido-
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See the lightning in your eyes
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Post by -Raido- on Sept 22, 2008 8:56:21 GMT -5
The tone he hears from Mist makes him lay his ears back in surprise, sighing a bit, assuming, perhaps incorrectly, that the exhaustion that is plain in her voice is with him. He takes a half step back, opening his muzzle to speak again, only to have his voice stepped on by the still impressive Dakota.
“Raido!” The males voice had an edge to it, and instantly, the coal and rust colored varg knew he’d stepped into a realm he had no buisness in. He’d never heard such harshness from both Mist and Dakota; granted, he could understand their annoyance at him, he supposed. He disappeared from view for so long, only to reappear, at, from what he could see now, was a private moment. He whimpered and dropped so low, his belly scraped the dirt, ears pinned against his skull, tail tucked as he skittered back from the black male.
At the comment of lateness though, he couldn’t help but chuckle dryly. “I don’t have a den, sir.” He said plainly, laying out the truth. He had long since slept alone, normally just in a patch of woods nearby. He saw the older wolf’s stance, and took a hint, not pressuring him, not even making an effort to see past him. Instead, his frame still submissive, he sank onto his haunches and stared at the dirt.
“I just…I…I’m tired of traveling. I came to ask Lady Mist if it would be ok if I joined the pack. She’s…she’s the only one I know here…and I don’t really know who else to go to. So quite frankly…no..I don’t think there’s anything you can do, Sir Dakota.” His odd eyes stared up at the bigger male, his coat so black, and felt a pang of envy, of longing to –be- that powerful, that strong. But nay, he were the son of a whimpering cub, not of someone strong. His eyes closed and he bowed his head, laying down for a moment. “If I’m bothering either of you, please, just tell me. I’ll be on my way.”
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Post by Mist on Sept 22, 2008 21:55:30 GMT -5
Swiveling her ears in Dak's direction as he speaks, Mist cannot help but think it slightly ironic that he "understands". It is surprising that she, right now, can say anything understandable at all, much less counsel or any type of wisdom. "Mhmm. A pack is a symbol for many things - the ability to understand one's place is only one such. I know... in time you will learn, and I will always be here if you need a teacher." In their time as friends - all the listening and support - they have learned much from one another, and that is not likely to change. "It is, as part of this family, that we live and thrive. I know it takes time to get used to it, but with everyone in their place, helping and supporting everyone else... well, let's just say it seems to work very well." Shaking her head she takes a deep breath, mindful of her cuts and bruises at the movement. Her last words seemed to be rather less comprehensive. It is a great relief that they have made it back to the dens - and that rest is soon possible.
As she settles herself down as comfortable as possible, she hears Raido's voice, and, after responding to it, listens to his, and Dakota's words. Here is another varg she has spent little time with in the last days. Having come close to death and having the chance to reevaluate life, she feels ashamed at the fact that she has been so distant from her nephew recently. She has been a less-than-wonderful mother and aunt, and though it will be a struggle in the upcoming weeks, months, she will do her best to grieve for her lost mate, heal from her physical and emotional wounds, and move on. As Drappa she needs to think of the needs of her pack - what is best for them... and seeing their Drappa in bad shape is not something that will help them. At this moment she resolves to fully put her trust in those around her, and with their help, to do the best she possibly can for her family.
Raido's words tug at her heart and a pained look appears for a moment on her face before she changes the expression again to simply one of empathy - through her exhaustion. "Raido." She speaks up, verbally beckoning the mann into the den if he wishes to come. "You have always been welcome here, Raido - welcome to stay or to go as you choose. I must say, I am pleased to hear you wish to stay. From the first moment I saw you, or at least from the moment I found out you are my nephew, I have hoped you would find a place here - a home..."
She does not get up, as she may have in the image that crossed Dakota's mind, but she does realize that, though she would prefer Raido not to see her like this, he needs her. "Dak, it's alright..." She says softly, wishing there was something more she could say to the ebon mann - about how truly grateful she is, that she could not have done this without him... but even those seem so trivial. Her feelings cannot adequately be put into words - especially not now. Perhaps in time the words will come - or perhaps in time words will no longer be necessary, for he may come to understand as well as she, the innermost feelings and emotions of her heart. "Oh Raido, no... this can be your home if you wish. Or if you prefer, there are other dens nearby. We can decide later. It is... time to sleep. There is room here, you are both welcome."
((sorry this isn't exactly a stellar post...It also is a bit confusing - if either of you want me to change anything, let me know.))
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Oct 17, 2008 1:12:25 GMT -5
Dak stood frozen for a moment, his big body in vigilant guard over the cave's threshold. The young cub hadn't left him many options, many possible reactions. His words were straight, much as his own had been, bearing no extra baggage. Quickly after the fae had spoken behind him, her sweet voice floating up over his shoulder to reach her nephew. It seemed there was nothing for him to say really, not for the first time his throat was empty of wise words. Turning his head slightly, the dark male peered into his companion's den. Bright green eyes squinting in the coming darkness, he sought out her huddled form, working to discern the features on her face. It was too late though, and the shadows offered up only a glimpse of Mist's golden eyes. Dak's body vibrated softly, teetering on the edge of indecision. He'd heard the fae, heard her assurance and yet still felt conflicted. In his mind the fae was wrong, mistaken in her judgment to freely display the wounds on her body. They were still fresh and raw, sticking in appearance so that anyone may be surprised at the sight of them. Such actions did not fit into his strict and coded life...he simply could not see the logic in showing that one was not one hundred percent healthy and fit. Dakota thought to say this to her, to whisper his concerns in the fae's ears and yet he could not. Instead his throat constricted at any attempt to speak, forcing him to choke back the words. It was then that he realized, on his jagged edge of conflicting emotion, that Mist was Drappa no matter what. That regardless of their relationship he wound never have the position or right to question her judgment. He then felt suddenly weary, as if a heavy weight had been added to his bowed shoulders. With each step forward it seemed that he was destined to take two steps back, to forever be wondering if the conflicting thoughts in his head, thoughts about Mist and Dane, thoughts about life, if any of it was to ever be resolved.
"Alright.", he suddenly said, voice quite as he turned away from the cave mouth. With ink-black legs sweeping beneath him, the male quickly moved off to the side and settled himself into the straight backed pose of a diligent sentry. "Gone on.", he said, face softening as he looked back to Raido. "Go and see to your aunt. She needs a bit of love, I think." Recalling some of the words spoken earlier, it finally clicked in the Beta's mind that Raido had never seemed like a permanent fixture in the lands. Rather he had come and gone...until now when at last his heart seemed ready for a change in life. This feeling at least, Dakota could relate to. Dak's thick tail flicked slightly beside him as his ears twitched in alert silence and eyes fixed straight ahead at the growing wolf. His mouth tipped in a reassuring smile, for he was not mad, not at Raido or Mist at least. Any feelings he'd had moments before were due to his own unsureness and though they had threatened to invade his waking thoughts, the male had resolved not to let them taint his dealings with either of the two wolves. So he sat silently, patiently, waiting for the wandering Raido to enter Mist's den in hopes that he could soon follow suit.
[Sorry guys, short, kinda emo, not my best...but it's all I had Hope that's ok!]
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