~*A meeting requested, of List and Deor[POST!]*~

[Fiory]

[glow=purple,9,000]Questions were asked several times upon the journey that was taken. Night had fallen in the time those questions were ignored, and silent through the trees a shadow plodded. Her ebony fur blended in with the darkness though her sunshine gold auditories stuck her form out like a soar paw. Upon reaching the edge of Deor's pack lands, the ebony she varg stepped in gradually, walking out of the shadows and into Tor's brilliant light.

Spring had come, new life and new loves were everywhere, and it was time for change. Fiory was silent in her walkings, the air smelling so much differently then her own pack land's scent. Different aromas tantalized her nostrils and tickled her senses. Searching golden orbs looked through the darkness of Deor's forest, before she halted a few feet inside of Deor's boundry lines. There, she would stand, there she would wait. In the silence of the night, her agile crania lifted and a soft howl escaped her maw. She was calling for the Dragga of Deor. She was calling for Thunder.

The Drappa of List, called for the Dragga of Deor, an intention on her mind and a wanting in her steps. She had reason to be here, not just to rustle some of Deor's pack fur. She had traveled all day, leaving her own cubs behind with the pack to care for, eating the small lera that she found along the way just to sustain her. She was looking for one thing, and one thing only.

For the longest time it seemed, Deor and List had been enemies with each other. Fiory could never understand this, nor had she wanted to until now. Why were they enemies, what had happened when Shatcwnn and Bila had been alpha's, would it be able to change...or not? Her ebony tail swished slightly, an eerie sense of being alone creeping upon her back, but the star gazer of List kept her proud stance. She would not be afraid, she would not leave willingly, she would not move, until Thunder or another of Deor met with her. This was for her pack, this was for her family, this was also...for Deor..[/glow]

[Chalos Autumn]

Tor's love had fallen over the Deor packlands, and it was the time of night that there was not a sound to be heard, for it everything was still trying to adjust to the spring season. Therefore, the only thing that could be heard was dead silence, and each member of the Deor pack would surely be sleeping at this hour. All except for the lone Dragga, who usually stayed awake until his tiredness exhausted him and forced him to rest.

A single head lifted itself as the call echoed through the Deor packlands. That same body also broke into a dead gallop as Fiory's howl began to fade. Large paws helped to grip the land, hurtling his quite oversized form over the landscape. The call was returned with a bark that was nearly a shout to let the host of the previous howl to know that it had been heard, though the male's noise soon died, for the Dragga was panting as he nearly flew over his territory.

It didn't take long for the varg to reach the Drappa of List, and he slowed to a gentle trot before stopping in front of her, bowing his head to show his respect for the unacquainted Drappa. "If you were looking for Thunder and Aztec, they.. are no longer leading Deor. I am Chalos Autumn, the new Dragga, but you can just call me Chalos. Something I can do for you?" As he spoke, the alpha's voice was deep and rich, yet gentle; it seemed to caress one's ears while still keeping a commanding tone twisted within it.

[Fiory]

[glow=purple,9,000]The wind blew gently across the forests, and for the first time since she had come to the place, Fiory's golden splashed auds flicked. A bark was on the wind, but it was not of Thunders.

I have called for the Dragga, not a scout... she thought fairly frustrated to herself, watching with care as the brush nearby fluttered and Chalos emerged. For a moment, her ears stayed flat against her agile crania, but upon the mention of his own role, and the downfall of Thunder, they flicked foreward again. Fiory had not realized that the Deor pack was under new management. Slowly, with no bow made to Chalos, the agile ebony femora stepped foreward, giving a nod to the younger male.

He is quite young...Can I be sure of his word? The storyteller thought silently, scenting the male and listening to his gentle caressing words. He certainly acts like a Dragga...

"Well sir, Chalos is it? I am pleased to make your aquaintance. I am Fiory, Star Gazer Drappa of List, and I have come to speak with you then about a peace between our packs. For the longest time under Thunder's and Shatocwnn's, Tor rest her soul, rule, List and Deor had been enemies, and I wish to call a truce to our feuding." Fiory replied quietly, her words slow and gentle, airy and mysterious. They touched the Dragga's ears with grace and beauty, warming his senses with their very touch. Golden orbs glistened back at Chalos in a curious way, wondering how he would respond to this very abrupt proposition. Fiory's task as Drappa was not only this, she had several other s to visit as quickly as she could.

For the longest time, since she had joined the List pack when she had been what it seems now as so much younger, List had been enemies with the pack Deor. Under Shatocwnn's rule any Deor member to cross boundries with List was attacked on sight. Fiory had never done such a thing personally, but she knew of times where it did happen. Underneith her sister, Bila's rule, the packs had begun a war, ultimately ending in her death. Fiory had wanted revenge against Deor's pack, but thanked her lucky stars to find out that Koran was really the cause of the trouble. She would have felt foolish, demanding respect and appologies from Deor when they had done no wrong. So now, she was twisted, as the next Drappa in a long line of greats, Fiory was determined to make peace with a pack she had feuded along side with so long ago. Her next stop, was to make allies with the newest of packs, the Sarnes....[/glow]

[Chalos Autumn]

The dragga eyed Fiory suspiciously, for he was unsure whether he should call a truce or not - he hadn't known about the friction between the two packs, and he hadn't a mate to discuss with on what to do. His ears pressed against his cranium, though he felt that calling an alliance with List would help to eliminate the enemies of his own pack. "You're sure that it won't endanger my pack if I trust you?" The large male was cautious, that much was certain, but he still stood with his tail and head held high as he spoke to the drappa before him.

As he sat on his haunches, Chalos watched Fiory with a strange curiosity - he had determined that she was not a threat, but she seemed so.. mysterious, alluring. Not waiting for an answer to his previous question, the alpha got right to the point, asking what he wanted to know. "What started such a negative connection between List and Deor? If it isn't something serious, then I suppose it wouldn't hurt at all to accept your truce." This knowledge would prove useful, he knew, if a problem were to arise between the two packs.

The male cast a glance over the territory around Fiory, and he sighed, for he wasn't sure that he would be able to defend Deor if a fight arose between the two packs. It seemed that his was the smallest compared to the others around, so it would be suicide, should something along these lines occur. This, of course, scared him, as it would any alpha, to know that his pack could not be entirely protected. At the moment, agreeing to an alliance with List seemed the most sensible option.

[Wow, writer's block. That was just wretched. Sorry.]

[Fiory]

[glow=purple,9,000]"May Tor's stars plummet from the heavens to spite me down to Wolfbane's hell fires if I lie to you now." Fiory replied quietly, her mannerisms still light and airy as before, standing proud to the sitting Dragga. She had to hold herself up high like this. Compared to other vargs of her age, she was fairly tall, about an inch taller then normal females, though smaller then a male no doubt. This of course, made it difficult for males to take her seriously, for they were always, taller then she and could be larger then she could be. Her tail gave a light wag and a soft smile spread across her raven black maw, gold optics glistening with intent.

"I swear to you now, I am trustworthy...Not once I am pleased to say have I ever broken my word." She said slowly, her voice airy and full of pride. Upon hearing the question roll off of Chalo's tounge however about how friction was first created, Fiory had to think very hard. It had been so long ago, and the tale of it was long forgotten to her mind at the very least.

"I believe it started with a fight my Drappa and your predecessor had. I know they had had fights between them, but to say exactly what started it or who would be a mystery even I do not know. All I know is, Deor has been banished and exiled from List's good light, and I wish to reverse it." Her voice was calm and quiet. It was almost soothing to the ears, she was most definatly a mother, that much was plainly true, for her voice held the wisdom only one who has had cubs could own. But like Chalos, she had no mate, or at least, not any more. Bristol, her beloved, on the night of her three cub's birth disappeared into the blizzard that had hit while Fiory lie in labor. Her cubs never knew they're father, and Fiory never saw him again. It was a tragic event, one that forced the young drappa into a life of adult hood with a violent thrust. Now she was worried for her family's safety. For even though Chalos believed his pack small, List was far smaller. Their territory was vast, but their numbers were limited, making Fiory's vulnerable pack with it's numberous enemies quite open for any kind of attack. The young Drappa believed, if allies were made and friends were saught after, that her family would be saved. Saved to live another day, and saved for one day when her patience grew thin enough for their other neighboring enemy: Koran.

Fiory herself had her own hatred for Koran. For the murder of her sister, with one of their own, the Drappa she believed. Tarkah's blood was Fiory's and Fiory's only to spill at any given point in time. She had warned the foolish white female never to step a paw upon her pack's territory for the rest of her life, lest she wish to end it quickly with the pain of Wolfbane's fire. She had a burning hatred for Tarkah, that was most definatly clear, and perhaps, maybe just perhaps, if List were to ally themselves with enough packs who too hated the Koran traitorous murderers, then perhaps with enough persuation, another war could break out, and Fiory could finally seek the revenge she so wanted to taste; So longed to sink her teeth into the flesh and blood of an enemy who took her own flesh and blood from this earth; to be the one, who killed a Drappa.
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[Chalos Autumn]

The young but strong Dragga listened intently as Fiory recalled her memories and spoke to him, ears perked intently as she spoke. His expression changed from curious to mournful, for he pictured violent wolves from two different packs snarling and biting at each other's throats. Apparently, Fiory was quite troubled with what had happened, and the mistake certainly seemed to Chalos that it would - should - be forgiven, since it had been truthfully explained; the alpha had not detected any signs that the proud Drappa was lying.

"I am sorry that such a wretched fate has befallen our packs. Indeed, it seems that List and Deor have no reason to be enemies, and a new alliance would certainly do both packs some good.." Chalos smiled sympathetically towards Fiory, his large form stiff and unmoving - a solid stance, void of fidgeting and shifting, always seemed to make others trust his words much quicker, if not easier as well. "As the current Dragga of Deor, I agree upon a bond with List. Deor no longer sees you as a threat, and I thank you for clearing up such a horrible misunderstanding."

The large male bowed his head once more upon the end of his acceptance, hoping to respect his new ally. He certainly did not know much of the history of his pack, but he was sure that if he asked around, he might be able to find a member old enough to fill in the blanks. This was doubtful, however, as most of his pack members seemed.. fairly new, almost inexperienced. Thunder had certainly done a good job keeping Deor weak, that's for sure; another great war would destroy the pack completely!

Chalos padded gracefully up to Fiory, nodding to her before speaking, "Are you in need of an escort back to List? I can provide someone to accompany you, or simply help you back myself, if you'd like. Your pack is welcome within Deor territories whenever you decide to stop by - I am hoping that everyone here will greet you warmly." An enlightened smile curled the Dragga's lips, and his tail waggled slightly as he awaited Fiory's response to his offer of an escort.