Gentle Sikla Paws - Crimson

[Lufian]

*The summer had reached it's highest peak, and already the days were swiftly moving from long and hot to shorter and more chilled - however, the difference was so discreet it could barely be noticed by the varg and lera of Transylvania. The scents and sounds echoed through the forest and were caught on the sensative auds of a new Deor varg who wandered her new territory with great caution and interest.
The faemme's stature was seemingly out of proprotion for any normal grey wolf. Her legs were long and stealthy, making her taller than most vargs and males of her own species. Her body was small and light; due to small portioned meals her ribs could be seen clearly through her thicker hide. Her tail was long and feathery whilst her muzzle and head were quite small. To many she simply looked like a dog. One of the two-legged's fast dogs bred to chase down prey and groomed to appear beautiful.
Though this wolf was tender and skittish. She was a pure wolf through blood and breeding throughy centuries. It was simply thanks to being treated like a sikla that made her this way...pushed her to her limits until she was driven from her former pack and left with half her right ear to remind the loney faemme what she was; a cowardly sikla.

Long limbs pushed her forward as she took tentive steps over the patchs made by varg and lera, dusty white paws avoiding anything out of the usual as her head and tail were held low, incase a varg should appear that had the ranking higher than her own; which was highly likely as she was indeed the sikla of Deor.
A light russle in the brush caught her attention as her near deaf auds swivelled round, one near blind eye and another completely sightless stared into the brush as she dropped to the dry, dusty earth, paws curling beneath her and folding against her underbelly. The scent on the light breeze was unfamiliar...however she let out a near silent whine to allow the stranger knowledge of her pressence..*

[CrimsonWolf]

He had been resting in the brush, tail swaying lightly as he relaxed, sleeping in the calm of day, the others were off hunting, a job he could no longer do on his own. A healthy mann once more, the soft light shone off his gray and white coat. His ears perked up as a whine emmited from a femmes muzzle. Lifting his form, he turned his head in the direction of the emmision, he did not recognize the scent, nor the whine

"This is the territory of the Deor pack, do you ask Tratto's blessing? " He growled gently, ears perked, a sign of welcome, yet warning could be heard from his muzzle, for he cared for his family, and if anyone tried to hurt them, they would meet his fangs. Even though he felt a tender gentleness from the female sikla, he still stood his ground, for a blind wolf, he did not act it any longer

ooc: *pokes the block* Dang writers block, this post sucked :/

[Lufian]

*The gentle voice of another somewhat soothed the sikla as she lay cowering on the earth, though the defined tone of warning still broke through and prevented Lufian from moving from where she had fallen. Peering in the direction the voice had emitted from, Lufian shuffled slightly and managed to see, through a parting in the brush, a light grey varg standing tall and proud, his glistening orbs a ghostly white; proving his loss of sight.
She gasped slightly and lowered her head to him as recognishion settled in. He seemed to be in a much better state from what she'd been told...but saddness then settled on her mind at the thought of her old friend and the loss of his old mate; Lunacyn.

Letting out another small whine, Lufian rolled onto her belly and allowed a soft smile to curl the tips of her lips as she glanced at him from a side-long view, still baring ehr neck to him in a submissive manner. "I am a new recruit of Deor, the Sikla if you may. And I know you...you're Crimson. My name is Lufian," she manahed to speak, her voice so light and airy that it seemed as thin and silent as the wind itself. Though for her own auds were near deaf - she heard not what she'd spoken bar a mere mumble. And her only good eye was failing her at a steady rate, she could still see a near clear image of him through her icy blue occular. She would befriend him...she would speak with him...he would not push her away - at least, she hoped not..*

[CrimsonWolf]

"Your name seams familiar.... Luna..." a slight pause took affect as he closed his eyes after saying her name. "spoke of you..." He looked to the ground, instinctivly knowing that she became submissive.. "It is alright... you do not have to be so formal with me..." He slowly padded around the female, scenting a getting used to the wolfess without his eyesight.

[Lufian]

((Sorry for my late reply >.< ))

*Lufian whined as Crimson mentioned his late mate's name, watching as he paused and a silent sadness seemed to shift across his form, forcing the hackles along Lufian's neck to prickle slightly. For a strange reason, her senses were hightened and she could almost feel another pressence near them, almost as if Lunacyn were right there with them, roaming the lands of Deor freely in spirit, no longer hindered by her body.
Looking up as Crimson approached her, she sank even further into the ground and shifted slightly, watching his blind eyes as he scented her form, rounding on her every limb. No matter what he said, she would not budge from her submissive position. Even if he told her that he were the sikla, and not her.
Shuffling forward slightly, Lufian turned her head gently back to look at him and smiled gently. What was it she could do? Chalos had told her on the day of her arrival within the pack's boundaries that she might be able to help him. But how? Clearing her throat slightly, she whined and allowed her tail to wag slightly, opening her muzzle to speak with soft, near silent, words. "It's not necessarily formal...I jsut can't help it."

((ok, crumby post, but my head hurts >.< ))

[CrimsonWolf]

He layed to the ground in front of the sikla, ears back as his head rested to his paws. "Did... you know her well...?" His mind raced with so many questions of his passed mate, of her past, her friends, but something grew in him.... slowly but surely... he wanted to know of this sikla... Lufian. "Please... tell me of her... *his ears perked slightly< blind eyes closing. "and of.... yourself..."

[Lufian]

*The sikla was taken aback by his last comment. Of her? What was it of herself that he wished to know? Of Luna she could understand...for she was his mate - but she knew him not. With a light whine, Lufian's head lowered until it was at ground level, and then so too did her auds follow in suit. She wasn't affraid of Crimson...but of his eyes she was terrified. Her left orb held no pupil but a crystaline blue iris, so she understood the pain and difficulty of having limited sight...but never had she met a wolf with eyes as white as his own. Only once - and he was a Balkar with only a single orb the ghostly white that Crimson's portraid.

Shuffling slightly so that her paws now crept underneath her form, appearing now to look more like a ball, and far smaller than she actually was; that's how she prefered it...small and unoticable. "I knew Luna as a good friend yes...but what is it you wish to know? I cannot tell you without a question being answered before hand," she whispered to his now accute auds...*

[CrimsonWolf]

He flexed his ears back, blind eyes closed as an exhale rose. "anything... how you saw her..." I... was not able to see her... in the final days of her life... I could only scent her... hear her.. touch her... but I could not see her go on..." he looked to the sikla, eye lids opening once more "Just like... I cannot see you know..." He whined, wishing he could see her at her last moment, wishing he could see this gentle wolfess in the light of the seeting sun.

[Lufian]

((My Tor - soooo sorry this has taken me ages!! Please don't abandon the thread like I did >.< ))

*Gazing up at the grey wolf her icy blue hues fell sullen and she dropped it once more, whining lightly whilst pressing her auds tightly against her scalp. She knew what it was like to be blind - after all, her right eye was completely blank without even a pupil to lie about it...and the other, well it strained so hard to see things in detail now that the sight was fading slowly and everything was a mere blur of a sharp form. Not only this, but her hearing had diminished drastically to her lonely life through the past moons. The mere rustle of leaves was near unaudible for her to recognise...the gentle twitters of the dawn chorus...even the beautiful mewing of new born cubs she was unable to hear. Just like Crimson...she was alone in a world of sight..but for her, also sound..
"She was beautiful. Her pelt was a rich red and brown with a sleek, white underbelly. Her eyes were a dazzling hazel than shimmered in the lights of a morning sunrise. But this was a long time ago. For it's been many moons since i encountered any wolf on my travels. In truth...after the death of my good friend Shatocwnn - that's when I left this forest. Only to return when I found no better beyond the Carpathian range," slowly she spoke of Lunacyn...and slowly she spoke of her past few months alone. But knowing this was not what Crimson had asked of her, she hushed herself before carrying on. "I too wish i'd seen Luna on her last few moments - I do not even know when or how she passed onto the Fenris' forest. It was only when I asked Chalos that he informed me. It is indeed sad news...but we must go on - mustn't we?" *

[CrimsonWolf]

HE closed his blind eyes, smiling slightly, just remembering in his mind's eye what Luna looked like. But his ears flexed as she talked of herself, and her travels, trying his best to picture her. He sighed and moved his head, laying it to her paws, offering comfort, for he knew she hurt just like him.

"I.... I am here for you...."

[Lufian]

*Surprise caught Lufian by the throat and she pulled her head back from Crimson as he lowered his head onto her outstrecthed paws. But then when she realised he was aiming to comfort her, Lufian pulled her ears back further and let a light smile curl her lips as she laid her head on top of his, closing her eyes gently. "Thank you Crimson, I really do. And you shold know, without Luna, I will be here to see you through a long, happy life," she whispered gently, feathery tassel twitching at the tip.
But as a cold shiver ran down her spine, Lufian pulled her head away and looked behind her, blushing at her actions. What had come over her? *

[CrimsonWolf]

A soft smile rose upon his muzzle... A long happy life... He sighed softly and nuzzled into her side, resting and feeling his form release the stress of the past. He murred gently to her, hoping she felt the same in his presence.

"thank you.... dearly..."

[Lufian]

*The grey varg's sorrowful, empty eyes now seemed full of happiness and peace. Lufian couldn't help but smile for him and licked his head and friendly, tender fashion before blushing again and turning away from him. Another cold rush and shivered up her spine and suddenly Lufian felt as though she were a betrayer. Chalos had asked the sikla to try and comfort the depressed pack mate who was now a lonley male who's mate had died some time ago. She had done his wishes, and everything was fine. So why did she feel guilty?
Looking back down at him, she rwiggled slightly from beneath his relaxed form and whined lightly, auds flattening against her skull as she looked away. "It's no problem Crimson, really. But...what's happening?" she spoke in soft, confused words. Did she like Crimson as Luna had done? Or was it all jsut false feelings? After all...she'd just met the male for the first time - though had heard so much about him. He was Luna's...she had nothing to do with him..*

[CrimsonWolf]

He perked to her whines, aiming his furred face toward her. "Is something... wrong?" Standing, he stepped back, thinking he had scared her. "...is it... because of me... my blindness..." TIlting his head, he whined to her, wishing for her comfort, her warmth... He had been left once.. he wished never to be alone again...

[Lufian]

*Lufian watched Crimson break free from their embrace and peered longingly into his empty eyes as they were now once more filled with sorrow and pain. Whining deeply and scraping the earth beneath her forepaws, the sikla shuffled forward and gave the blind male an encouraging lick to the underside of his muzzle. "It's not your blindness Crimson - how could it be? I too am partially blind myself, and not to mention deaf in one ear. No, it's not that," she whimpered, looking down at her paws and shuffling back slightly, peering to the side. "I'm just confused. I mean - i've only met you this once and you were Luna's mate," she spoke in a gentle voice, lowering her muzzle to the ground and breathing out sharply as dirt was before sucked up her nasal.*

((Ok...i'm at a blank. Sorry that's so short!))