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Post by Mist on Mar 22, 2009 2:15:27 GMT -5
Mist watches the other two carefully as they turn to look at her, and smiles gently in greeting, padding forward the remaining paces until she is close enough to them to have an easy conversation, but not too close to make either of them feel at all uncomfortable. The fae's words are kind and concerned, and the grey Drappa's smile grows slightly in appreciation. Glancing up at the sky at the comment about weather, she smiles again. "It is not too bad today. I do appreciate your concern though, especially since we are complete strangers." Looking back over her shoulder for a moment towards Deor, she turns her gaze back to the two vargs in front of her and nods. "Aye, I do have a pack - but for now at least I hope they're not worrying about me... at least not too much." At the fae's next question she tilts her head. "I don't often wander accompanied, honestly..." Feeling slightly as if she is babbling, even though it is just in answer to the other fae's questions, Mist is pleased when she hears the two vargs' names as they introduce themselves. It is her turn to say how unnecessary the apology is and she shakes her head, a gentle smile on her face. "There is no need to apologize. I have not introduced myself either." Dipping her head to each of them in turn, Capella, and then Dax, she bows graciously before introducing herself. "It's an honor to meet you both. Capella, Dax. I am Mist... Drappa of the Deor pack. Are you just traveling, Capella? Or have you come to Transylvania in search of a new home?"
Little does she know what the answer will be. Smiling, Mist turns to Dax and gazes at him gently. "Are you, too, a traveler, Dax?" Settling herself down on her haunches so she is relatively facing both of them, she swishes her tail behind her. "If either of you plan to stay here, perhaps I can be of some help, if you wish it... I do not, of course, know everything about these lands, but I've spent most of my life wandering through them..." As the faint breeze rustles and dances teasingly through her ash-grey fur, Mist smiles faintly. It is not warm, by any stretch of the imagination, but it is perhaps not quite so cold as a few weeks ago. Spring is coming, and though Wolfbane still holds the winter in his grasp, it is inevitable that he will once again, for the year, lose this battle. The frosts cannot last forever, and this, along with the knowledge that her cubs will be born in the spring, brings a joyful smile to the lovely Drappa's face.
((Don't even talk about poor quality, Dax! ^^ I'm the queen of such posts I do apologize!))
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Post by Capella on Mar 23, 2009 12:36:27 GMT -5
It took only moments for the realization of the situation to dawn on Capella and she quickly adjusted her stance, bowing her head and lowering her golden eyes to the ground out of respect for the female before her. Already, she thought, she had offered offense to the female by not registering her position earlier. Instead, Capella had been oblivious to the fact that this was the Lead female. Of course the idea had been there in her mind, but there were times where other ranking females had been allowed to breed and the lightly hued female had allowed that idea to remain in her mind when the female approached. She had thought for sure that the Lead female, heavy with young, would not go unaccompanied.
Lifting her eyes briefly so that she could study the face of the Drappa, she felt more at ease seeing that there were no signs of agreession there. In fact, she seemed more then welcoming. Perhaps it was because the two had not yet crossed the boarder into her land, but they apparently lingered dangeriously close. The thought of the female having left the safety of her home confused Capella, but she shoved the thought aside. Whatever it was, the Drappa knew what she was doing. She would not have risen to such a position if she was less then cunning. Her gentle words eased the tension that had been growing in Capella’s muscles and she relaxed, allowing her gaze to once again settle upon the face of the pregnant female.
”I was traveling….I have been for some time now. But coming upon this place has stirred a desire to finally settle down and once again enter the web of a pack. Pausing, realized just how convenient the situation was. Had she and Dax not been talking moments before about Deor? She wanted to laugh and thank the Gods, for it was obvious that she and Dax stood on good terms with them. They had offered a gift, the arrival of the Lead female of Deor, to them. With a graceful sway of her tail and smiled, golden eyes dancing with silent laughter.
”It is a funny thing, She continued. “We were just discussing which pack we wished to seek out and we had decided on Deor. I suppose the Gods have meant it to be. Tell me, is your pack open to two travelers, or shall we try our luck elsewhere. I understand that the season is a tough one and packs may not take to the idea of having two more mouths to provide for. But I am not one to take a free ride—I will work for my keep and prove myself worthy. She paused again, golden eyes flashing briefly towards Dax, another smile touching her muzzle for a moment before returning her gaze to Mist. “As will my friend, I’m sure.
ooc: Both of you are wrong. Your posts are great! O: I'm so glad I'm roleplaying with you two. I wish I had a bit more posts to my name so that I could go ahead and apply for Deor, but don't worry. I'll get there. XD
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 23, 2009 13:43:36 GMT -5
OOC: aaaand fail. thanks muse!
The sudden realization that this cub-heavy she-wolf was actually one exceptional stature- in the pack he was looking to join- took several moments, long enough for Capella to have already dropped her head out of respect. Dax followed suit, his orbs immediately falling to Mist's breast out of deference and his head lowered past his silver shoulders, ginger tail, formerly risen in a Kerl's pride, sinking and swishing. The fact that this Drappa had treated both himself and Capella with such polite amiableness brought a sort of incredulous grin to his muzzle; he had hoped that Deor, for being smaller than the others, was also a group of more intimate pack-bonds and from the Drappa's actions so far, it seemed he had not been proved wrong. His cerulean gaze moved from Mist's chest to her belly, and though the muscles were obviously straining against the weight of cubs-to-come it didn't seem like she was in danger of falling into labor anytime exceptionally soon.
With an earnest glint in his eyes Dax glanced toward Capella, hoping to express his pent-up optimism through some sort of eye contact telepathy. Since her quiet arrival Mist had yet to be anything less than cheerful; if something serious was wrong with Deor he figured it would have been weighing heavily on the Drappa's mind and something outward about her would have been affected. With a tensely hopeful smile he turned his orbs back to Mist's face, though he didn't look her directly in her own eyes; he seriously doubted such a flippant thing would anger the so-far pleasant Deor Drappa but he didn't want to take the risk. Across from him Capella was offering her answer to Mist's inquiry, and then her voice was turned to Dax and her perked his auds, tail thumping against the ground. ”Yes, for now I'm traveling, but the life of a Kerl is not one I fancy.”
He was on the verge of bursting with the irony of it all when Capella spoke, her words encompassing his thoughts. He nodded emphatically along with her, brow rising hopefully. ”Y-yes, ab-s-s-solutely,” he stammered quickly. He stood before quickly resettling himself, nervousness rousing him. ”I'm willing to d-do whatever Deor would like.” Pinning his too-large ears against his skull, the dragga looked away, his stutter leaving him feeling rather abashed.
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Post by Mist on Mar 23, 2009 23:47:55 GMT -5
Though she is now mostly comfortable with her position as Drappa, it is still strange for Mist to see new aquaintances treating her differently than they would any normal pack member. Most of her life the fae has been just one of the pack, and though she understands rank ettiquete, she would rather these two treat her normally - with respect, yes, but not as if they are inferior. She is pleased to meet such respectful, polite vargs, but once the initial meeting is over, she hopes they will more be friends than anything else. As she inquires as to their statuses in Transylvania, she tilts her head very slightly as she hears the answer. Nodding, she smiles, completely understanding the pull to stay. Any varg could find almost anything they could ever want in this land, and the silver Drappa is grateful that these two obviously good-hearted vargs have come to Transylvania and, as she finds out a moment later, have decided to stay. "There is much beauty here - and though, of course, not everyone and everything is good, there is also much good here. I speak from experience, having grown up as the adopted daughter of Deor's original leaders... I've lived here all my life."
Turning her golden gaze to Dax, she smiles again. "I can understand that. I lived as a kerl for a year once... it's not a life I would willingly go back to. A pack - a family, is something best to keep close." As Capella speaks again, Mist looks back at the lovely fae, and her eyes widen at the statement. Laughing merrily, Mist looks from one to the other, her eyes dancing. "What wonderful news! And what a fortunate meeting this is! Indeed - the gods surely have led us to this place today..." Nodding slowly after a moment's pause, she smiles kindly. "Deor would be fortunate indeed to have two such members as you - I can already tell that... I cannot give you a certain answer - Chalos Autumn, the Dragga, must make the final decision. But I have no doubt you will be welcomed by him as well as me, and the rest of the pack. If you wish, you can come back with me, and I will speak for you." Glacing up at the sky as if to speed on the coming spring, she shakes her head at the other fae's knowledgeable words. "It is not so hard a season that we would avoid accepting you. Spring will come... and not too far off, I'd say. I appreciate those words. We have never had anyone who did try and live off others' work, but it is good to know you will positively add to, and build up Deor..."
Hearing Dax's answer she turns her gaze to him and smiles gently, nodding. "I'm sure we can find something for you to do. I don't believe there's anything we're particularly lacking... Some of our members have double duties, like my Dak is the Beta, as well as hunter and warrior when needed. But, I want you to be happy in what you do if you do indeed join. Is there anything you especially like to do, or any special skills you have that you'd like to tell me about?" The mann's stutter doesn't bother her, and she doesn't mention it or treat him any differently than she would otherwise. Whether it is just nervousness at this meeting or a more permanent thing, there is no matter. She wants him - them both - to feel comfortable around her. Glancing suddenly down at her cub-swollen belly, her smile widens and she tries to meet the gaze of both of them in turn. "Do you, both or either of you, like cubs?"
((OOC: Capella, you're very sweet to say so. ^^ I'm quite glad there was room for me to join! I'm happy to be RPing with you both as well. Aye, we'll help you get there! ^^ Dax - totally not a fail!))
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Post by Capella on Mar 24, 2009 18:52:49 GMT -5
The lightly colored female watched with a new sense of ease as the Drappa spoke softly, her own posture relaxing and taking on a rather neutral stance, one that was neither submissive nor dominant. She would show her respect to the Leader, which she so rightly deserved, but she felt there was something else there that she desired. Although Capella hardly knew either of these wolves, there was a connection that they all shared. They were all wolves---forced to face the hardships of life. Some had to fight harder than others, but in the end, they both had one goal. To survive. She felt more relaxed around the two, feeling the heavy veil of loneliness lift from her mind like a mist being swept away by the warm breeze. The light female took a moment to study once again, her surroundings. No longer did she feel the sorrow that had weighed down on her heart at the sight of the crumbled grass sprouts, instead, she could see a place of wonder, crisp and clean. It seemed so pure, so void of danger that she found herself wishing to stay in the moment forever.
Instead, she returned her attention to the Drappa, listening to her as she spoke of the Dragga and how it was he, who they must ask permission from. Her reassuring words helped ease the tension that had begun to grow within Capella’s body. She was concerned on what awaited them within the realm of the Deor pack lands. It unsettled her only slightly at the fact that they would have to enter the pack land as strangers and seek out the lead male to ask acceptance into their family. It was small and she assumed that they were a tight knit unit. Bringing in two strangers could unsettle the pack members and it was that idea that put Capella on edge. She wished not to put unneeded strain upon the pack, especially with pups in the near future. Stress and strain might unravel the pack members and there was no chance that wolves under such pressures could function at maximum efficiency. That meant the pups’ safety would be endangered. The thought of the helpless lives put at risk sent a shiver down Capella’s spine and it was not a guilt she was prepared to carry on her shoulders.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Mist spoke directly to Dax, her ears perking at the mention of wolves taking on multiple tasks. It was a sign of great leadership to have members taking on several roles. It meant that they would be well prepared for anything thrown their way. If one member was unable to perform certain duties, there was a wolf already skilled to replace them. She nodded approvingly as she explained it to Dax, her eyes brightening as she returned her gaze to the male. ”You see? You had no need to worry. You will be able to find a place within the pack. I have no doubt that the Dragga will see the potential in having you apart of the unit.” She smiled reassuringly at him, happily ignoring his stutter. To mention such a thing would embarrass the male, she was sure and wasn’t willing to do. Despite their just recent meeting, she found that she enjoyed his company eminency. He was different then most and she enjoyed the conversations.
Her golden eyes followed the Drappa’s own gaze and briefly eyed her extended abdomen. Pups. The very idea of pups brought a warm smile to the female’s sleek muzzle. There was no denying it. She loved them. No matter who’s they were. She loved them. Having known and experienced motherhood, even for a short time, she could not ignore the strong urge to care---to protect. Joining a pack with pups on the way seemed the perfect destination for her. She lifted her gaze to meet that of the Drappa’s for only a moment and then quickly glanced towards Dax beside her. Did either of them like pups? The question seemed silly to her. What wolf didn’t enjoy pups? The Balkar, she thought grimly. But they were unnatural. They had been born into evil and did not fall into the normal category of wolves. Quickly pushing the darker thoughts from her mind, she laughed, offering a warm smile. “I adore pups. I had my own---for a short time. But it was time enough to love them with all my heart and soul.” She paused for a moment; pondering over the question she had asked Dax about any particular skills. She could find none that stood out in her mind that would offer up anything that the Deor pack no doubt already had. “As for skills, I am sad to say I am but an ordinary wolf. I can hunt and fight when needed. But I am nothing great in either of those areas. When I had my pups, I had thought myself destined to be a mother and that was the area that I was master in—unfortunately, it appears that it was not meant to be. So again, I am nothing but an ordinary wolf.”
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 24, 2009 23:29:30 GMT -5
Before he made the rather laconic odyssey to the farther-reaching southern end of Transylvania (admittedly, it had been one of the easiest voyages in his lifetime as there were just a few short miles between Mato, his previous pack, and these new lands) his previous Drappa, despite her initial dislike of Daxton as a cub, had inevitably accepted him and he quickly came to respect and admire her, and he planned on doing no different toward Mist. He felt that there was no better time than the present to begin treating her like the Drappa she was, and if out of nothing more than habit he remained more or less in his previous position, though his leanly muscled form did straighten and his head rose, a giddy grin parading across his maw and his ginger tail brushing away great rows of snow behind him, revealing a large semi-circular shape of deadened grasses and frozen loam.
Mist cast her gaze between himself and Capella with a mirthful laugh and his grin only intensified; he had been hoping for that sort of reaction and his hopes weren't in vain. With excited eyes he glanced toward Capella momentarily before focusing back on his (if fate were truly on their side) future Drappa; at the mention of a Dragga, one Chalos Autumn, his enthusiastic expression dimmed for a brief moment, though the continuation of her words brought a wave of reassurance. As he had been telling Capella earlier -and he tossed her a sideways glimpse now, at the notion of meeting with the dominant male- any skills he possessed that a pack could find practical were, on occasion, lost beneath his seemingly sikla demeanor, and he did not want this same erroneous judging resulting in his being rejected from Deor.
Still, the silvery Drappa offer to speak to Chalos on their behalf caused a sincere appreciation to spark in his eager gaze and he nodded emphatically. ”I c-can't speak on behalf of Capella, but that would b-be wonderful,” Dax responded quickly, though his cerulean eyes were fastened on the onyx-backed fae. He was relatively certain that she wouldn't decline the curtious offer, for she had no motive to, but he didn't want to cause any offense by putting words in her mouth. He rather liked Capella and he didn't want to ruin what friendship that had so far set the foundation for by speaking out of turn for her. ”We were planning on going together, though,” he added. ”So if she would rather wait, I'll wait until she's ready.” While he didn't really know just how ready or unready Capella was to make the trek to Deor packlands, he knew that he himself was experiencing the typical fluttering of his internal organs out of sheer apprehension.
Mist once again directed her soft voice toward Dax and her perked his ears forward attentively, trying to imagine the Beta. Did all members in Deor have multiple assignments? Being unproductive often led to the grizzled dragga feeling exceptionally defunct and he savored the idea of having multifarious responsibilities. Looking shyly at Mist he nodded slowly, not wanting to seem as if he was a braggart. ”I'm a pretty good hunter,” he said quietly, stutter fading, at least for the moment as he felt at ease in his words. ”I used to be the Lead hunter in my previous pack- not that I'm requesting such a high rank,” he added briskly. ”I just got more training as a hunter than a warrior, is all.” he fell quiet again, smiling sheepishly at Capella, incredibly happy that she seemed to be correct. It was then that Mist brought up a whole new subject: cubs.
He grinned brightly at the pretty she-wolf across from him as her gaze swept across him; from their earlier conversation he had come to understand that her pups must have meant the world to her and he knew from his own experience just how special a litter truly was. Of course he didn't have the reproductive organs to have his own- and to be honest he had never wanted them- but he had always had a strong paternal instinct and it had led to him keeping watch over Mato's pups. His own mother, after the litter he was born in, alongside the Drappa Kele, had each had two more whelpings and while he hadn't initially been allowed to assist or even see the cubs (for that was reserved for respective mates and nurses alone) as soon as they were old enough to tumble from the den mouth he had been a constant sentinel.
Capella's answer to the Drappa's inquiry brought a delicate frown to dampen his features and he shook his head with a snort. ”And yet you just told Mist what position you would excel in- a nurse,” He smiled broadly. ”We just spoke of it earlier and I doubt you would be as happy doing anything else.” Indeed, if packs took draggas as nurses, and if Capella hadn't been the obvious candidate for the role, he would have politely requested a chance at being one himself, but seeing as the soft-spoken fae seemed to enjoy the simple idea of cubs more than anything else, Dax held his tongue.
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