To the Life of a Kerl //DEOR;;

[linnaea]

Someone please post? It doesn't have to be Chalos first and everyone later... it could be him last! He is still in that RP with Kai (I think) anyway. T^T

OPEN to everyone. I would really like it if Chalos could stop by for maybe one or two posts, maybe? Also if others would post here, cause even though I haven't RPed with you Linn will have met your character in passing at least. So it's open to anyone in Deor.

"Papa, I'm coming of age now... and I think it's time to maybe leave the den at last... Not all Varg stay at home after all, and I was just thinking.... No that sounds dumb... He'll never go for that..." She sat down heavily. She was at the borders of Deor, and today - no matter what - she would be leaving them for the life of a Kerl. She was so prepared to make the move, she felt as though it was time - restless. She'd experienced a taste of living on her own, she'd liked it. That day she'd spent with Grell had opened her eyes. She'd experienced what was beyond the pack lands, she reveled in it. Even meeting her uncle had helped her decide to wish to leave.

She wondered how her dad would react if she told him. It'd been so long since she'd seen either - father or uncle - and Nocturnia had offered his services if she was ever lonely. She could always visit family. Besides, he looked like Arous had, a little derranged, but still so much like her brother. Sometimes she wished he was still alive, wished she knew what had happened to him.
That day that she met her father, that both of them had met him, Arous was the first to leave the den and see him. Arous never returned. He'd supposedly died of cold. But when Chalos came to get her she could've sworn there was something that had happened. Her father had lifted her gently, and there was a sweet and somehow sickly smell, he'd taken her to meet the rest of the pack. He'd given her a name. Taken care of her. She loved her dad with all her heart, it made her sad to think that she'd be leaving here. But she would visit from time to time. Not when she was in trouble, no, she would be independant. But when she missed him, and when she would think that he missed her too.

"I hope he comes... I at least want to say good bye... it would be cruel to leave the pack without telling him. I don't want to worry papa." She took a moment to look around at the lands she knew so well, the forest that was filled with winter. The forest filled with memories of the day her mother died, the day she was born, the day she met her dad, and the day that her brother had died. Closing her eyes, she lifted her muzzle towards the heavens and let a call for her dad to find her. To see her off.

[Silve]

((Sorry it's taken so long for me to notice this, but I'll look in for a moment))

Skyward there was finally light in the darkened lands of Deor. Fenris peeked around a fluff of cloud, a fluff that looked somehow ominous even though its nearest pack was far on the horizon ahead of the silver fae. Throwing a glance behind her she saw another darkened cloud heading this way, like a contingent of pack coming to war. The sentiment made Silve shiver, though the air was quite warm. The scent of the winds these past suns had promised an early spring, and it seemed as though theat would be the case. Those clouds were heavy with rain, not snow. Around her steadily running paws there was only a slight amount of snow, soiled by the length of time it had stayed there without more falling. Silve allowed herself a dark chuckle as she made her way along Deor's borderlands. Scouting the edges for intruders was always her favorite part of the duty she had been given upon giving up her life of a Kerl for a life lived for the pack. There were numerous Kerls she knew of who were quite satisfied with that life and no other. But she preferred the surity of friendly faces. She preferred the time with her Drappa and best friend, and her little adopted cub, who was not so little anymore.

There was promise in everyday here. There was greatness and truth. Honesty. Deor was the perfect home, and she shivered with pleasure knowing it was true. In her life, only one could ever tempt her away from her home, and he had never asked it of her. Neithan knew that she loved her pack as much as she loved him, and Silve was sure he'd never force her to choose. How could she choose?

Shaking her head, trying to clear it of these dismal thoughts, she turned herself to focus more on her surroundings. Why, she thought, a little bird could startle me if I keep on like--- Just as predicted, she was startled, though not by a bird. Not far ahead of her there came a howl. It was not a voice she recognized, but she felt certain it was Deor, even before the scent came that affirmed her suspision. With an even shrug she pulled herself along in the direction of the noise, and there saw one of Deor's younger members. Rifling through her memory, she tried to place a name to this young one, and only one seemed to fit. A name she'd heard another packmate use once or twice. "You are Linnaea, are you not?" She asked in the warm tones of her voice. It was a kind and motherly sort of voice, one not quite expected from of wolf of only three years. "I've heard someone speak of you, though never met you. I am Silve," she introduced herself kindly, seeing that the younger fae was anxious for some reason. "Is there any way I can help you?"