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Post by Capella on Mar 10, 2009 13:42:34 GMT -5
I know it says Open, but I would like it, if you are interested in joining, to beable to post somewhat longer and detailed posts with at least semi-decent spelling. Thank you~!ooc: Decided to bring her in. I'm still working out the kinks and sorry for how weird and unconnected the post seems. I had most of it typed up and I forgot about it. I just found it and finished it up. I know it seems choppy and blah. Forgive me. I'll make better ones next time. xD The change from fall to winter was without a doubt significant. The once soft, warm tones that flooded the forest was now, if they hadn’t already dropped away from the branches, where brown, withered and ready for even the gentlest of breezes to pluck them free and send them twirling down to the earth below. The winter made everything appear frail. The once proud and sturdy trees seemed strangely sick and feeble. The pristine white blanket of snow that engulfed the entire area had, however, a charming and mysterious quality that had an irresistible pull. But hidden beneath that beauty, that serine sense of peace was something so cruel, so malicious that it almost seemed impossible that it could exist. This was death, dressed up as something welcoming and kindly.
But some say that she too, was evil. That she was no better, or even worse than winter. They would risk their chances with the cold then come face to face with her. Well, not specifically her, but her kind. The creature’s whose calls haunted most animals and humans. Their cries which were a strange combination beauty and horror never had a good effect on others. Despite the curiosity that the sound stirred in most, there was a deeper, ancient fear, born into them from their ancestors, telling them that these animals meant death. But the creatures that stirred so much unease in nature also shared a great concern for the two legged animals that had spread over the earth like a disgusting plague.
Beneath the snowy canopy and through the darkness created by the trees and grey winter sky, loped an animal of beauty. Her coat blending from black at her spine to cream at her sides and belly, while eyes of golden yellow flickered to and fro, scanning the unending white for anything that might be a potential threat to her well being. But nothing, unless the creature too, was of such pure color, avoided the hunter’s sharp gaze. What made it safer was the fact that it was winter. Animals weren’t likely to step out into the cold and storms, risking their lives. They knew there were creatures, like her, out there; animals that didn’t sleep away the season, that still needed to hunt and feed to stay alive.
The she-wolf paused, left front paw lifted several inches above the snowy surface of the earth and stared thoughtfully down at the ground. She was growing nearer and nearer to territories of other wolves and she wondered for a split second if pushing on would be the right choice. She knew that taking another step in the direction of a territory would mean a change in her life. True, she had been wandering now for some time in hope of finding another home. Something far away from her previous life that could remind her of the family she once had. Those memories were far too painful to remember. This would be a new beginning for her. The she-wolf growled softly, eyes narrowing. What was she thinking? She was being foolish. And she hadn’t even reached a territory line yet. She was worrying herself over nothing.
Capella lowered her paw, feeling a strange tingle run up from her toes and down her spine as the snow caved beneath her paw. It was funny to her that something that could be so dangerous to life could be so easily destroyed. It melted when the sun rose high and beneath her paws, but it had stolen the lives of her offspring. Lifting her golden eyes towards the treetops, she smiled. She had reached a decision and she knew that from that moment on, she would strive for something new. She would find a pack that would accept her and even if she never did get another chance at a family of her own, she would put her whole life towards raising the pups of the pack. She was a wolf. Nature isn’t always forgiving and she couldn’t let the loss of her family drive her to an early death. Now the only thing left to do was to decide which way to travel, but that was a thought to be worked over another day. She had traveled a great ways and wanted only to find a soft spot to rest for the rest of the evening. And so, Capella set forth once more, at a leisurely walk, scanning back and forth for the ideal resting place. A spot among tree roots, or a large log or an abandoned den. However, fate did not offer such comforts to her and she was forced once more, to push on, head no lowered against the wind as it picked up in strength.
She could smell the scents of fellow wolves growing stronger as she continued on, however, a strange sense of dread settled into her gut and she found herself no longer wishing to meet them. To meet these wolves could mean serious injury or even worse, death. Then softly, as though the Goddess Tor herself was speaking to her, she heard the words on the wind, reminding her.. You were a mother once… You have survived the toughest task a wolf could ever face, even more so with the loss you have suffered. You are strong. You have known a mother’s love and grief. No not fear, my daughter. The words, though, did not come from Tor herself, but her own subconscious. Her she-wolf soul that reminded her of what she was. She was a she-wolf. Tougher and stronger than despite the difference in size and physical strength. They could never know truer suffering then a mother wolf could.
With her fate and strength renewed, Capella did not hesitate and continued forth. She had failed to notice that the safety of the forest was thinning and that she soon found herself standing on the edge of a large expanse of snow covered flatland. She knew the makeup of the land—a meadow, she guessed. Beneath the blanket of snow, flowers and grass lay dormant waiting for the warmth of spring to draw them forth from their slumber and once again carpet the flat in brilliant hues of color. She could almost smell the flowers. Here she would linger until she could finally draw up her courage to approach one of the surrounding pack lands. And then hopefully, she could find herself a home—a pack to love and care for.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 10, 2009 14:46:20 GMT -5
OOC: Hope you don't mind me joining...
Silver paws left gentle dimples in the pelt of snow that the meadow was harboring as a rather lean mann padded across the ivory terrain, his pale blue eyes scanning the vast panoramic view of the Transylvania wildlands. For a brief moment he closed his eyes against the relentless wind, growling softly to himself as he dropped his skull to rub his eyes against a hoary foreleg. This wind, he thought dryly to himself, Has got to stop. It had been ravaging his pelt since he had ventured from the rather dank den he had procured the previous evening, and had yet to release its icy grip on his fur, had yet to cease it's incredibly irritating grappling against his tender skin. Sighing to himself, Dax lifted his paws and continued ambling across the valley, the place he had been residing the past few moons. He had yet to venture into packlands, or anywhere remotely close to them. Still, the meadow wasn't nearly as scarce food source-wise as other places- the manifold species of lera that inhabited the lands wouldn't stray too far, and Dax would often wake up in the early morning to bunches of Herla grazing, completely at peace in the bowl of a meadow. Despite living life as a Kerl for the past few weeks, Dax had yet to succumb to the elements and ahd kept himself well-fed. He looked a right sight better in the middle of winter than other Vargs he had passed, but he knew that half of it was luck in itself.
The wolf was rather grizzled in color; he was a perfect mixture of tans and auburns and silvers and blacks, complete with a tail of near ginger perfection and half-circles of black that ringed the bottom half of his eyes. He was of average height, perhaps slightly above, but instead of being a burly, rippling specimen, he was lean and lithe with long, lanky legs and too-large paws, giving him the comical look of an adult not out of his puppy body, though he was nearly four years old. Salmon tongue lolling from his mouth, Dax Ehzno ambled steadily forward, charcoal nostrils flaring as he inhaled every scent.
A new scent wafted from the treeline, striking him offguurd and causing immediate awareness. His large auds tipped forward and his cerulean orbs struck at the she-wolf several yeards before him, and he raised his cherry tassel as he slowly approached her. She was of quite unique coloring, with her back and shoulders a seemingly agouti mixture of charcoals and slate grays that extended down her thick tail; this coloring, however, did not extend past her shoulder blades and instead trickled into something far more pure in color. He caught her amber eyes and smiled, lowering his tail and woofing gently to her. "Hello," he offered, unsure of whether or not to advance any closer. "You lost?" It was supposed to be a joke, but his features darkened as he realized that it sounded rather stupid, and he hurried to correct himself, his light voice stumbling over the words. "I-er...I didn't mean that, really, I was just, um, trying to..." With a sigh, he gave up on the previous attempt at conversation, and with a inward griamce he started again. "I'm Dax."
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Post by Capella on Mar 10, 2009 18:57:09 GMT -5
ooc: Oh no, you're more then welcomed. That was a good post. The wind was becoming a nuisance and Capella was forced to lower her head and twist it to the side to keep the biting cold from freezing her sensitive nose further. It was making scenting the wind difficult, not only that, but with her ears pulled back against her head the sounds where also muffled, putting her in a rather questionable position. The meadow was beautiful, but it was open and Capella found herself not wanting to leave the safety and cover of the trees. Finally, there was a break in the wind and Capella relaxed, allowing her ears to once again rise and her muzzle to lift so she could scent the air. The scents of wolves was thick in the air, almost so thick that it was choking. With a shake of her head, the returned her thoughts to the meadow itself. The wolves would be something she could deal with later.
She had lost herself in thoughts, finding the peace and tranquility of the meadow to be soothing and strangely familiar. She felt as though she had been there before, as though she had traveled the same trail in a previous life. Perhaps she had – or perhaps it was a vision of the future. She felt a chill ripple down her spine, forcing the dark hairs along her back to bristle with unease. She was pulled roughly from her thoughts at the sound of snow crunching beneath the weight of someone—something approaching. She turned her head sharply, golden eyes narrowed cautiously at the approaching male.
She saw him drop his tail and felt a sense of ease settle over her once again. He meant no threat. She could tell that much. Realizing she was in no danger, she took a moment to study him. His coat was a mixture of colors, something she found rather interesting, much like her own coat—but most vargs were unique in color, all having their special traits. What she found surprising where the dark half circles that ringed the bottom of his eyes. She also took in his build—he was not a hulking beast of muscle like most males usually wished to be, instead, he was lean and lanky, the paws at the ends of his legs seemed far to big for him. The image of a young pup came to mind and could help but allow a soft smile to pull across her muzzle. The last thing she noticed where his eyes, though those were anything but ordinary. She had seen very few wolves with such a color as his—startling and beautiful. They were strangely welcoming to her and she felt herself almost drawn into them.
She offered a soft nod at his hello, but then took on a curious expression at his question. She was about to reply when he continued, this time stuttering and seemingly unsettled now. A feeling of pity gripped her heart and she attempted to save him from further embarrassment and went with his joke. ”Oh yes. Her voice, musical and light, holding a tone of jest.”I left my den in search of some water and kept wandering until I have ended up here. I fear my family may worry.Her reply, of course, was anything but serious, but she felt it might put the male at ease. ”It is a pleasure, Dax. I am Capella. I will admit, that I did not wander away from home in search of water. Unfortunately, I am but a kerl. A thought struck her suddenly and she turned concerned, wide eyes towards Dax in worry.”I am not on pack land, am I?
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 11, 2009 15:58:38 GMT -5
OOC: Rushed, sorry. >.<
In erratic intervals the driving wind would pick up in ferocity and Dax would grit his teeth in sheer irritation toward the weather. He hated winter; every year it would set the entire ecosystem of Transylvania off-balance and it was not unlike him to become less genial toward his fellow wolves simply out of a sort of seasonally recurring depression. Not only would the cold wind and lack of fodder drive the lera back into their dens for hibernation (thus causing him a lack of suitable meals), but enough cold could kill a wolf and when Spring drew closer, the snow would melt into a sort of slushy muck that flooded the lands into a sickening swamp for several weeks.
Dax shifted his footing and smiled at the she-wolf, though he felt his cheeks warming out of embarrassment as her striking amber eyes scrutinized him; as a slow smile drew itself across her pretty features he felt himself relax. Though still feeling rather foolish from his previous endeavor at creating worthwhile dialogue, a rush of relief and gratitude flooded his mind as she went with his joke, and he wagged his tail, letting an uncertain grin spread itself across his maw. "Capella," he spoke softly, thoughtfully, to the air, as if he was testing the name; indeed, it fit the fae and rolled smoothly off his tongue at the same time. "It's a pretty name," he explained, not wanting her to think anything of it. "It matches you well in that regard." He smiled at the femme before him and sat back on his haunches, letting his thick tail curl around his forepaws, not unlike a cat.
"Ah, I am a kerl too," he said with a sigh. "And no, you're not on any packlands. I'm sure we can find you some if you'd like, though." Frowning, he shifted and turned his head from east to west before glancing back at Capella, saying "Though, to be honest, I haven't a clue where. I've not been here long myself, but I think the meadow's nice, and I've had luck with lera here."
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Post by Capella on Mar 12, 2009 12:56:03 GMT -5
The female's eyes twinkled good naturely as the male spoke. He was nice enough and she found his attempted joke refreshing. It had been a long while since she had come across another varg with such a pleasant attitude. Most varg, especially kerls where foul tempered--but she understood that and held no grudges against such wolves that had used their teeth against her. Hunger and lonliness would dive an animal to such extremes. She too, had felt as though she could no longer go on--the absence of company was far to much. Solitude for a pack animal like herself was far worse then death. Night after night, she would tilt her muzzle to the heavens and beg Tor to take her from the world. Take her to a land where she would no longer have to wander alone. Let her rejoin her beloved mate and children in the afterlife. Let her once again brush muzzles with her mother and father, brothers and sisters.
However, such a fate was not destined for her. Now she had come to realize that maybe this was to be her final journey. This land was far greater then her own home. The scents of several packs had come her way on the wind and she found that her mood was still upbeat, despite the harsh unpredictable wind and the deep patches of snow that she had stumbled into on more the one occassion. Golden eyes lifted once more towards the sky before shifting once more back to the male before her. She silently thanked Tor for the company, the pain of solitude easing away from her heart and allowing her to once again breath comfortably. For the moment at least, there were two sets of eyes to keep watch for potential danger.
His words struck her to be rather stranger and a gentle frown replaced the smile on her lean, graceful muzzle. Find her a pack? Such an idea was her dream, yes, but why not he too? Didn't the call for company, for companions, for a family draw him to seek the comfort of a pack? Did he not wish for a home too?"We can find a pack together. Surely you don't wish to stay out here all alone? She took a moment to scan the meadow and ponder its hidden beauty that was tucked away beneath the blanket of snow. She nodded, agreeing with his statement, though she was found the idea of plentiful game to be a bit questionable. What animal in their right mind would come out in weather like this?
"It is a beautiful place. A shame that a pack has not claimed it yet. It would be a lovely home, specially with a patch of forest with the territory to offer cover and protection. I can almost see it. Litters of pups chasing bugs and romping in the tall grasses of spring. The elders and parents lounging nearby. It would be lovely. She sighed softly as the image faded to reveal once more a vast flat of snow. Blinking several times, she cleared her mind and set it back to the moment at hand. She was curious at where this male found game. And how he had managed to stay so well nourished during his stay.
Capella silently studied him again, this time trying to get a better read on his personality, his intentions. He was not a wolf she would place to be among the ranks of the Balkar. He didn't seem like a killer. With a gentle wag of her tail, she again brushed the thought aside. She was certain, more then anything, he was but a kind kerl, suffering the same unfortunate fate that she, herself was in. "How long have you been here? And why haven't you, yourself, sought out a pack to join? Aren't you lonely?
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 12, 2009 13:27:34 GMT -5
Ebon-tipped auds tipped forward at her offer and the dragga smiled broadly, his tail wagging leisurely. Dax, too, was a wolf that preferred company and leaving his pack-though it had been of his own accord- was not something he had enjoyed doing; rather the great bouts of testosterone that ruled the pack- the ratio of draggas to drappas was roughly three to one- had ended up clashing in a rift that had ended several friendships at the same time. It was his siblings he truly missed; Dax had much preferred to remain watching the pups and helping with the whelping after the pack’s nurse had caught sickness the winter before and her frail body had easily succumbed to nature’s elements without putting up much of a fight. His gruff alpha had always suggested that perhaps his constant interaction with whelps was what had kept his immaturity and outgoingness lit; the mann wasn’t as staid as many other Vargs his age but at the same time hadn’t been exposed to harsh experiences or conditions. His emotional innocence would often become quite apparent to wolves he interacted with after a few moons; indeed, like a pup, he was almost constantly cheerful, optimistic to the point of irritation, pure of heart and intentions, far too trusting, and always looking for ways to help.
”Not at all; but if I’m lucky enough for you to not yet of realized, I suppose I should let you know that I can be rather awkward, and it makes dealing with Draggas difficult at times.” Feeling foolish, as usual, Dax pinned his ears and looked at her with bright eyes. ”Not to mention, I’m not much of a ‘warrior’ type, and from what I’ve stumbled across, brains aren’t valued nearly as much as brawn. “ He clacked his jaws in thought before adding, ”If you’d like to find packlands, I’ll gladly go with you, though. I’ve missed having company. Perhaps we could, ah, stay away from the Balkar, and Sarnes?”
His pale cyan orbs fell again on the form of the fae, his mind twisted in a labyrinth of thought. He thought nothing of foul intentions, only that she seemed to keep a rather poignant air about her without being outwardly bitter. He smiled at Capella; though females would on occasion send him into bouts of nervous stuttering, he felt far more comfortable around them and this femme was no different. ”It is a charming place, though slightly overwhelming.” As she spoke, her vision seemed to appear in his mind’s eye; the picturesque idea of pups frolicking without a care in the world, unaware of everything around them except themselves and their next meal. He sighed softly to himself with a smile, the cold abated for a moment. He could nearly feel Fenris’ spring rays warming his fur.
”Oh, not long…a fortnight, maybe?” he thought for a moment, hesitating at his answer. ”The loneliness is the worst, to be honest. I’m a pretty decent hunter- not that I’m boasting-,“ he cast her a quick look before continuing, ”So it’s not hard to survive out here, but I hate solitude. But I’ve been lucky; I keep stumbling across other Vargs, and the majority of them have been pleasant, like you. I would like to find a pack eventually, but I’d rather not travel by myself. If you meant it, though, it’d be nice to find someplace to call home with you.” Again he glanced at Capella, he tail wagging slowly. "If you'd like," he added with a nervous smile.
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Post by Capella on Mar 17, 2009 19:30:19 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry its so short. x___x
The lightly hued female rose from her resting spot and allowed her back to arch in a wonderful stretch. She glanced briefly in the male’s direction before shaking her coat free of any clinging debris. Although a loner had little time for peace, she would not allow her coat to suffer from lack of grooming. If she was to die, then she would die clean and well kept. Content with her own looks she returned her attention fully on the male, listening silently, though intently to his words. Dark golden eyes swept over him as he spoke, analyzing every twitch of muscle, every sway of fur as he spoke of the loneliness of kerl life. She had a tendency to over analyze others and often made them feel unsettled beneath her critical gaze. But despite her looks, she was far from judgmental.
With a understanding nod of the head, she found herself agreeing whole heartedly with his words. The life of a kerl was far less pleasing and she found herself longing for a pack—any pack just to rid her life of the emptiness. ”Those who believe strength is all a varg needs are sorely mistaken. I pity those who believe that knowledge and wit can’t match against strength. If that was the case, then I would not be standing before you today.” She allowed her gaze to drift towards the sky, a smile tugging across her muzzle. The thought of a home so close was exciting and she wanted nothing more to take off and run head long into whatever pack land was nearest.
Finally, she returned her gaze to the male and laughed. ”Nonsense. No pack will turn you away. They’d be lucky to have you among their ranks, warrior or no warrior. A pack isn’t made up of just warriors. That would be a terrible place to live. She paused for a moment and then gave a slight nod.”I would love the company. Let’s find a pack before we lose our nerve. It’ll be nice, if we find a pack and are accepted, to already know someone and not be completely alone in a new pack.”
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 17, 2009 21:06:04 GMT -5
OOC: Ugh, don't worry- mine's short too >.>
Dax watched her body contort into a stretch and it made his own muscles suddenly feel unsettlingly tense and he too gave a sort of stretch, hyper-extending his hind limbs until the muscles quivered in relief. Realizing that she was watching him, gauging his every move, he began to feel a bit nervous and he stood straighter, attempting to avoid any negative ideas that she might gather from her sweeping gaze. Despite this possible evaluation Dax let his own cyan eyes drift over her silvery bodice and he realized with a smile how well-groomed she was; he felt the need to tell her that he, too, valued self-worth in this manner at least but held his tongue, choosing instead to stay quiet, although it was quite a task, as he was not a very reserved Varg.
As her voice chimed its way to his auds he pricked them forward, her words enveloping his senses, and he nodded, feeling distinctly that whatever story lay behind her strong words would be a whole other story for a whole other season, if he were ever granted the story at all. He found himself in complete agreement. "I'm glad you see it that way," he spoke quietly with a small smile. He watched Capella, her effulgent orbs turning towards Fenris and only seeming brighter as they did so. He admired her for her ability to speak so wisely.
The mann listened intently, beaming at her words and wagging his tail, though he wasn't entirely convinced of the truth behind them, and as she spoke of a pack with all warriors, he mind turned immediately to the Balkar and he shivered out of sheer distaste. There's a bunch of brutes you wouldn't want to run into by yourself, he spoke inwardly. Even their name, Balkar, left an acrid tang in his mouth. It took him a moment for her voice to register once more but once it did his eyes instantly lit and his tassel was nothing but a red blur as it wagged furiously and he suppressed the urge to dive happily at her, not wishing to having her offer revoked. Afterall, he chided himself roughly, though he grinned, You're not a pup anymore, you're a full grown male.
Instead of answering her straight away he sat down, eyes lifted to the sky in thought. "Unless we want connections with the Balkar, we should probably stay away from List..." he began, turning his gaze to Capella. "There's always Koran, and Ge-Rad, and Deor, but I believe that Deor's rather small...even though that might be better for us. What do you think?" Dax didn't really mind where they went, as long as they went together.
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Post by Capella on Mar 19, 2009 16:41:35 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry about the lateness of this. Its a little blah-ish and probably boring. xD
The female found herself suddenly self conscious under the male’s piercing eyes, though she shoved the thought away, mentally cursing herself for allowing herself to become unsettled. After all, she had learned that she needed to keep strong living the life she was living now. A kerl needed all their wits about them if they were going to survive and to allow unease to settle over her was unacceptable. Instead, she smiled back at the male and nodded at his words.
The Balkar were wolves she would rather avoid. She had heard at one point that they were protectors, but now…now they were monsters. They were creatures of the night. They were horrible beings that needed to be wiped from the earth and that thought made her fur bristle. With a sigh, she shook the rising anger from her mind and set it on the packs that Dax had named. They were strange to her, having heard of none of them before, but the idea of a small pack sounded far more welcoming.
”A small pack might be more welcoming. A larger back might shy away from two more mouths to provide for. A small pack may find our company helpful. And it will mean less wolves to prove ourselves to.” She paused, glancing briefly in the direction she had traveled. That was the past. To go back that way would mean going back to what she had tried to leave behind. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes. Yes. A small pack would be far easier to handle then a larger one.
She started suddenly, snapping her eyes open and turning her attention to Dax. He was a curious creature and she couldn’t help but enjoy his company. With a gentle sway of her tail she tilted her head to the left. “How is it that you know so much of the packs here? Have you dwelled close to this place?” She paused a moment allowing her gaze to sweep over the land once more, a frown creasing her muzzle. “I myself, grew up far away from here. Though stories of this place have brought me here. I was told that I would find a better life here. There were also stories about how the Balkar were protectors and now…” Her voice faded and she shook her head. It was too bad that such a good thing had gone so bad.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 19, 2009 20:40:54 GMT -5
OOC:No problem You gave me plenty to work with.Dax, mildly distracted by an unforeseen pang of hunger in his stomach, was far too busy mentally silencing his ever-hungry organs to notice any discomfort he may have caused Capella. Typical; it didn't matter how much a drappa had his attention, any personal physical discomfort would override it. This is not to say he was a self-absorbed mann; his stomach simply controlled three-fifths of his actions. Though, he had to admit- Capella, with her gleaming eyes and her lustrous pelt and her knack for oratorical skills, was definitely fighting his stomach and it wasn't yet a losing battle. He liked finding random Varg that could capture him mentally, even though it would always heighten his sense of self-consciousness (even though it didn't prove too difficult to gather this sense of incredulity from him, one basically had to be rather decent without being incredibly boring. He happens to be a rather easy-going wolf).
He found her words to, once again, ring incredibly true. ”I hoped you would see it that way,” Dax grinned. ”Especially in the Winter, and with Spring and pups right around the corner. That is,” he sighed, pinning his ears against his skull, ”If this Winter ever leaves. Tor and Fenris must truly adore the cold.” Deor had been his first choice, after all; he hadn't heard anything negative about those packlands besides the fact that they were rather small as Transylvania packs go, although that was a definite plus for Dax, and obviously for Capella too.
The bi-hued drappa cocked her head, leaving Dax at full attention for the words that were obviously coming, though they ended up leaving him wondering how to answer. After a long moment of thought, he spoke, light tenor voice catching once as a sudden draft snapped at his face. ”Oh, to be honest I don't really know too much...I couldn't really tell you anything else besides pack names. All I really know is that Deor is the smallest, and it's also the farthest from the Balkar, which makes it an ideal choice...for me, at least. I think we' both be well-suited there, don't you?” He listened to Capella speak, and he smiled and nodded at her words, if for no other reason than to be sure she knew that he was listening. ”I'm glad you managed to find your way here; I'm glad I made it here too. And as for a better life...I think it'd be easier here than anywhere else.”
At her last phrase, however, his cerulean eyes widened. ”Really?”[/i] he asked, incredulous that the Balkar had ever been anything of relatively good intentions. ”I've never heard that. It's a pity that now they're nothing more than a pack of sick murderers, though I have to wonder what drove them to madness. I can't believe that Varg could ever be born that way.”[/color]
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Post by Capella on Mar 19, 2009 21:54:07 GMT -5
ooc: I hope this is okay. Again, I feel like its a failure of a post. XD
Capella’s dark eyes rested on the male before her and although his looks where slightly unusual, she felt comfortable there and found his behavior to be refreshing. She too, had begun to feel the pain of hunger knowing at her stomach, though she had come to grow rather use to the uncomfortable feeling. As the wind once again picked up, she could scent the distant packs in the area, as well as a handful of lera who had dared step out from their dens to try the weather. There were always the deer—a young fawn on unsteady legs. At times, the thought of slaying such a young creature brought grief to her heart, imagining her own young perishing at such a tender age. But that was life. That was the way of the wild. She understood her role and that was a hunter. The lera were the hunted. Eat or be eaten. Survive or die.
Dax’s words drew her mind back to the current, though her expression now held a hint of sorrow and her eyes where sad. The winter seemed suitable for the Balkar. Both brought death, though Winter always ended, allowing life to renew. The Balkar didn’t. All they brought were death. Dax’s words weighed heavy on her mind and she found herself pitying the dark pack. Perhaps they only needed someone to understand them. To lead them from the path of darkness onto the path of light. They needed guidance. That was all. Capella was sure of it. She shifted her gaze to her paws, drawing her left paw across the ground and raking the snow away from the ground only to reveal dead grass and dirt. It was a depressing sight and she turned her gaze once more to Dax.
”No creature is born evil… at least not completely. I believe a creature is born with both good and evil and it is the course of one’s life that decides which you become. Perhaps the Balkar need only a little guidance to pull them back to the good. No one can be completely evil. But life could not go one without evil. It would become unbalanced. We should not judge them so quickly—despite all that they have done. True, their actions should not go unpunished, but we should wish them well all the same and that they should find a better life in death.” She sighed softly, turning her head away to gaze tiredly out at the snow covered meadow. She knew, deep down that if it ever came down to it, she would slay a Balkar without question, but she could not blame them for what they had become. Life had driven them to that and she could hope that life would drive them back to the side of good. To a more peaceful life.
Capella shook her head and laughed softly. “But enough on such sad topics. I believe Deor sounds like the perfect spot to me. Let us seek them out. Hopefully we can find a home among them. I have been without a pack for so long that I fear that I may have forgotten how one is run. Again, her expression had changed. There was a lightness to it, a twinkle in her eyes and a smile gracing her sleek light hued muzzle. It was easy to push aside such dark thoughts with the prospect of a home lingering so close. And with the discovery of such an interesting companion, she found herself thankful to have found her way there.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 19, 2009 22:37:03 GMT -5
OOC: O.O this is my, like, fifth post with this charrie today; my muse is totally shot. Besides, at least your's make sense. And at least your charrie isn't an idiot.
Dax tucked his muzzle into the thick fur of his chest, nares flaring and respiring deeply his own warmth, though it proved to be futile in the feverishly inclement weather. His own pulse was a reassuring throb; perhaps out of interest to his own survival the steady palpitations eased him greatly. The passing wind was always a blessing and a curse- though it would sting him to the marrow, it also brought news of apporaching visitors, whether they be lera, putnar, Varg, or otherwise. As a myriad of scents wafted through the air on thrilling tendrils he lifted his muzzle into the oncoming wind and closed his eyes against the bitter cold, fantasizing about dancing herla and fat rabbits. Dax was a natural born hunter, and an exceptionally skilled one at that, and it was often that a sort of bloodlust would overwhelm him before he even saw his prey, though this was easily combated by the actual thought of killing them. He was not a savage creature, by nature or by personality, though he had no problem ending something else's life to save his own. Though it had been little more than a fortnight since he had officially become a 'Kerl', Dax was already missing the sublime flush of running with packmates on a full-blown team hunt.
Seeing the distraught gleam in Capella's eyes, Dax's brow furrowed worriedly and he wondered what he may have said, over-analyzing his previous words and weighing each sentence in an attempt to find what may have offended her. As the gentle fae dropped her line of sight to the earth and cleared away a path of snow with a drifting paw to reveal lifeless grasses and cold loam, the dragga whined in a nearly inaudible tone, cocking his head. ”When they grow back, they'll grow back greener,” he offered. ”They're just hibernating...they're rebuilding up their roots so they can come back and sustain everything again.” His words were just as much for himself as for her; it was obvious that Capella was not an ignorant wolf and if she was not older than he than she couldn't have been any younger at least. Her somber gaze turned itself back to him and he smiled gently at her, lowering his head and listening to her words.
”In the short time since I stumbled into your presence, you've not been wrong yet,” Dax said. ”The Balkar shouldn't take their own internal skirmishes out on innocent wolves, but we all feel bitterness sometimes...perhaps they just took their's too far. Perhaps they've experienced things that you or I haven't, things we would never want to experience...though it's just a cycle. They keep harboring their anger and their insanity and by socializing with other wolves who are just as ill as themselves, it just thickens and worsens. I think, maybe, that they fear death...if they truly wanted to die, they would do it themselves.”
Her laugh brightened his own gaze and he lifted his skull once more, a smile flickering across his features before it faded into something more like a grin. ”What would you want to be? A nurse? I'd like to be a hunter, if they'll take me.” He was mainly babbling to himself, foolish grin plastered across his visage as he stood and stretched once more, his tail wagging in half-moons over his back. ”Would you like to wait until morning? Or do you want to go now?” In a conscious effort to collect himself, Dax sat back on his haunches, paws a bit ahead of his body. He looked at Capella with an excited glint in his eyes, trying to contain his excitement.
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Post by Mist on Mar 20, 2009 1:35:00 GMT -5
Winter in Transylvania is often long and cruel, with chill winds blowing from the icy mountain peaks down into even the most sheltered areas, biting and tearing at fur and feather alike. In the most bitter times of the season only the promise of an eventual spring brings even the memory of warmth to those living through the freezing days and nights. Now, with the days lengthening and the air warming up slowly, the creatures of the land can focus on matters besides the cold and survival. Here in the meadow, one of the low places, the snow has begun to ever-so-slowly melt, and it is possible to traverse the white ground even in places where the snow is too soft to hold the weight of a grown varg. It has been a few days since the last snow fall, and there are numerous tracks of all sorts zigzagging across the surface of the still-plentiful snow. From small lera, to inquisitive small birds, to the great preditors such as vargs, there is clear evidence of many individuals who have spent time over the last few days in the meadow whether to look for food or to simply wander across the open white expanse. Some have stayed for more than a few short moments, while others have quickly finished their business and trotted, hopped, or flown away to other destinations.
One who will not so quickly leave the frozen meadow pauses near the edge, and looks out toward the center of the expanse, her keen golden eyes missing little as she scans the white horizon ahead of her. This she-varg is no stranger to the meadow, and though she has no concrete business here, she has many memories. She is Mist - the Drappa of the bold family of vargs that call themselves Deor. Sleek and ashy coated, the fae is noticeably carrying cubs, and though she is not yet at full term and carries the extra weight well, she will bear her children likely before the last snows have melted from the low places of Transylvania. She is wandering today, and was headed toward the center of the meadow, when a faint gust of cool breeze brought two unfamiliar scents to her. Realizing swiftly that neither of the vargs smells like a pack - friendly or otherwise - her curiosity is piqued, and the usually gentle Drappa scans the shining ground in front of her, seeing the two darker forms, but at this distance is unable to see clearly enough to gain any further information about the two. Tilting her head, momentarily indecisive, the grey fae twitches her ebon-tipped ears and smiles faintly, deciding to find out who these strangers are.
Stepping forward lightly on the still-hard crust, she traverses the slightly slippery layer of the snow gracefully, coming with every moment closer to the two unknown vargs. Stopping perhaps twenty paces from them, she waits silently for a few moments, not wanting to interrupt or startle them in the off-chance that either hasn't noticed her yet. She, after all is only one, and though neither look or smell unfriendly, they are strangers to her, and she doesn't want to do anything to provoke hostility. If she had come only a moment before, Mist would have heard the two speaking of a subject that would have surprised her. She would never guess at their discussion of seeking out a home in Deor. As it is she hears nothing of their conversation clearly, and if she had, it would only be Dax's last question, which by itself would mean nothing to her. "Forgive me... I do not mean to interrupt. I was... in all honestly, curious as to who else is out here today. Winter is a time of few random meetings..." A small, friendly smile is on the Drappa's gentle face, and she looks at the two with interest, but not undue intensity. The mann and the fae do not have the same scent, but seem to not, at least now, be complete strangers to one another. Mist falls silent after her words, waiting hopefully for their responses.
((OOC: I'm terribly sorry for this post. It's rather not up to parr... >.< I'll most definitely try and do better next time! Also, I realize the possibility of this thread wrapping up soon. If you'd like it to, there's no need to delay a long time for my sake...))
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Post by Capella on Mar 21, 2009 22:02:23 GMT -5
Capella had once again returned her gaze to the rusty colored grass when Dax spoke of them growing back, half of her believing that there would never be life in those pour little sprouts, but she knew well enough that they would. Every winter plants died, every spring, they were reborn. However, it was just something she had trouble believing. How could something die and then come to life only seasons later. If only that were true for all life… She thought sadly to herself, allowing her golden eyes to roll upwards to stare at the sky. Dax’s words where comforting though. To know those little sprouts would live soothed her still grieving heart. There will be life again. Don’t worry little sprout. You will grow strong when spring comes. And you will stand proud beside your brothers and sisters.
Her smile faltered slightly at his words of the Balker, but she found she believed everything he said and her heart ached for the Balker wolves. But she didn’t want to think of them any longer and she shook her head once to cast away the thoughts. At the mention of rank, Capella smiled. Rank… She would be a pack member soon… or so she hoped and would be finally part of something. She wouldn’t have to live alone any longer. ”A nurse… I am no good at anything else. I can hunt as well as any other wolf. And I am no amazing fighter. I lost my own pups some time ago and I would like to help raise some, even if they are not my own. And you would make a fine hunter. I know it in my heart. They won’t turn you away.
She had been about to answer his next question, but the sound of crunching snow drew her attention. Her ears swiveling first, she angled her head in the direction of the sound, her golden eyes landing thoughtfully on the approaching female. It was clear that she was with young and it concerned Capella that the female was out in such weather alone. Perhaps another kerl? No, such was not the female’s position, that much was clear. When she had drawn up, Capella could smell the scent of a pack on her. The lead female or a high ranking female--- that much was clear by the fact she was carrying young. That or a troublesome low ranker, finally cast out by the lead female.
“No need to apologize.”Capella offered softly, smiling at the new arrival. “But I find it more curious that you are out in such weather. Surely you have a pack that is worrying over you. Why is it that you go unaccompanied? It occurred to Capella, suddenly, that she had failed to introduce herself to the female. Feeling embarrassed, the lightly hued female dipped her head apologetically. “Forgive me, I seem to have forgotten my manners. I am Capella, a traveler from the ease."
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 21, 2009 22:55:02 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the awful quality.
Despite his loquacious persona, Dax found the somber quietude of Capella to be somewhat calming; a constant stream of conversation didn't seem exceptionally necessary and though several times he bit back questions he had been harboring for the past couple of minutes he was actually able to bite his tongue. Her esoteric eyes would often travel around her, very rarely landing on him, though every time it did he was sure to offer the drappa a benevolent smile. He didn't want his youthful nature to drive her away out of annoyance, and this thought drove him to stay where he was and try and retain some measure of reserve. His cerulean gaze drifted slowly to the dry remnants of grasses that Capella's grazing paw had revealed and he smiled to himself, everything was always better in the Spring.
The subject was changed to the matter of ranks within a pack and Dax felt it best to not revert back to the Balkar again; his attention was drawn to the bit about her deceased pups and he winced both outwardly and inwardly at her phrase; the Drappa of his previous pack, so proud to finally be carrying cubs, had nearly lost herself when her litter was born stillborn. ”I used to pupsit for my mother so that she could stretch her legs and take my place in hunts, and I always found it strangely satisfying. And thank you,” he added in response to her warmhearted words. ”I hope you're right; I doubt they'd let a dragga help with cubs, and I'd rather not be a sickla...”
He had been in the middle of finishing his sentence when the wind brought a third, faceless scent to his senses and he glanced to his right, surprise flashing across his face momentarily as he noticed the hoary she-wolf that stood a ways away from them,. His gaze, at first wary, softened as he saw he sagging belly. He dipped his head to the newcomer, unsure but always polite. At her apology the mann smiled, his glance traveling to Capella, his own thoughts voiced by her before his eyes roamed back to the newest drappa. She smelled strongly of a pack, one that he vaguely recognized, as if he had scented before, but as he had yet to trek closer to territory boundaries he could not yet match names to scents. As Capella finished her introduction, Dax opened his own silvery maw. ”And I'm Dax,” the draggas provided with a sweep of his ginger banner, awaiting the currently nameless drappa's moniker.
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