Russet Dawn [[P]]

[Ayame]

//This thread takes place after Ayame returns to List, and has healed a bit ;D //

A gentle breeze blew slightly ruffling the long silky pelt of the ebon fae; she had emerged from the den to get some exercise on a crisp cool night. It had been almost a moon since her battle with the Deorian Drappa and her wounds though still fresh were healing nicely. She looked down at the pink flame-like scar that was healing on her lower neck, reaching down to her shoulder; she gingerly licked in with her warm, pink tongue. She used to cry out in pain whenever cleaning it but now that it had started to heal the area was mainly numb to the sensation.

Ayame sat there high on the mountain top over looking Transylvania, Tor was slowly fading and Fenris rays began to shine over the horizon sending beautiful magentas and oranges through the dark sky. This was her favorite time of day, she loved the cool breeze and darkness; she also loved the vivid colors in the open sky. With a dark pelt, the sun beating down on her made it hot and uncomfortable, but during this time she could sit with no worries and meditate, wondering what the day would bring. She had missed these mornings when she was healing at first she didn’t have the strength to leave the den; she lay there waiting and yearning for the day when she could roam free again. Today was that day and she was going to take full advantage of it. She had started to get her strength back and the only way she would continue to grow stronger was by pushing her self each and every day.

Her fiery gaze scanned over the surrounding terrain, hardly any creature stirred at this time of day; the birds were just starting to chirp waking all that slept. She was surprised when she saw the form of a large mann just below. She placed her muzzle to the sky; her nose twitched back and forth trying to pick up the vargs scent. It was none other then the beta mann of List, Drathlic. A smile came across her maw, she was glad it was him. Ayame hadn’t really had a chance to speak to him since she was a cub, before she joined List. Now was a good time to get to know him, better than any. She knew that he had been through a battle, both physically and mentally and that he wasn’t the same varg he used to be; Ayame could only hope that he would consider her as a friend, someone that he could talk to.

She rose to her paws, and stretched, bowing her claws digging into the stone, her tail flicking in the air. The ebon fae attempted to shake the laziness from herself, her coat flying in the air and then settling back down perfectly into place. Still being cautious with her injuries she leaped down off her perch, hitting different places in a zig zag pattern until she reached the hard cool ground. As she landed forcefully on the rocky terrain, she grimaced slightly from jarring her left leg; the pain only lasting momentarily. She looked around, trying to pinpoint where ruddy male had traveled; just to her left she noticed the strong varg and began prancing towards him. As she reached him, she lowered her head and tail in respect, “Good morning Drathlic, what has you up so early on this beautiful morn?” Her tail began to wag slowly back and forth, her long fur barely caressing the ground and she smiled, hoping that he would agree with her, that it was a beautiful day.

[Drathlic]

Dawn was creeping across the lands of Transylvania as Fenris split through the crack between horizon and sky. A beautiful palette of colours mixed and bled into the abyss above, causing the heavens to appear as though they were bleeding or in some form of turmoil; much like the emotions and actions of the world beneath them. Yet no one ever even attempted to claim that the display was at all distasteful or even an eyesore - in fact it was quite the opposite. The mann who wandered almost aimlessly beneath the pine forest canopy allowed his cyan eyes to stray from the path and admire the ever changing production above.
Slowing himself to a halt, Drathlic let out a deep sigh from within the core of his chest and observed as his breathe grew to mist and drifted off on the gentle breeze which ruffled his summer pelt. The air was crisp yet not cold, summer had been warm and very humid in the lower regions of the land. As always the Carpathian range had remained cool and moderate - the sun only warming the land to a bearable temperature and conditioning a rather pleasant climate for the List vargs to survive in. Despite the good weather and more appealing conditions, the prey was rather scarce due to the rough mountainous terrain, which didn’t assist the pack very well at all. One lera that was abundant - if you could find and catch them - was the mountain goat. They were tricky and swift footed, that however did not deter the varg from becoming skilled in the art of running down vertical slopes to catch them; and that is just what the Beta had been attempting.

A light groan escaped his off-white muzzle as he shifted his footing before settling back onto his haunches, brushy tassel wrapping itself around his hind quarters. Rough and cracked paw pads had left a very light trail of blood behind him and their rawness was beginning to gnaw irritatingly at the Beta’s patience, Drathlic just had to rest for at least a while before continuing his journey back to the dens. He’d attempted several times over the course of the evening and night to stalk and chase down the muscular and ever so delectable looking goats - but each time had ended in miserable failure and Drathlic missing quite a few sheer drops to his death. It was certainly something he’d suggest to Gryffin bringing the pack together to hunt them down - as a pack their chances of success were so much higher.
The hunt had merely been a way to take his mind off the previous moon’s events. His endless search for yet another loved one who had appeared to vanish off the face of the earth, the battle with the First of the Balkar and running into the Alpha’s daughter Sora. The scar that had slashed the skin along his shoulder blade had all but healed over, but still gave him jip sometimes when doing too much exercise, and now after his strenuous attempts at running the blasted goats off the mountain it was starting to play up.

Rolling his shoulders in an effort to relax the muscles, a sound caught his attention behind where he now rested and his auds perked forward, head swivelling round. Cyan hues caught the cheerful and yet submissive form of the newest pack member bounding up to him, her fiery pools smiling along with her welcoming expression. Offering a rather small smile in return Drathlic nodded towards her and as he got to his paws he resisted the urge to cringe as the pressure once more returned to his bruised paws. Listening to her words he glances once more to the heavens and a lighter breathe escaped his nasal, the smile seeming to grow a little more as peace took over his tense form. ”Morning Ayame, it is indeed a beautiful morning,” he replied before looking back down into her youthful features. Reclining back once more he couldn’t resist the urge to take the weight off his worn-out limbs. ”I was just practising some hunting techniques, nothing too exciting. I was on my way back to the den but figured I deserved a rest first. What about yourself? How’s pack life for you? It’s been a while since I last saw you, and might I say you’ve grown quite thoroughly since then,” he added with a slight chuckle.

(sorry it took so long and this is such a rambly first post...wasn't sure where to go with it or how to end it...so I just stopped typing before I rambled off more!)

[Ayame]

Fenris was now rising just above the horizon, bright rays piercing Ayame’s fiery hues causing her to squint from the brightness. She moved slightly so that the blaze was blocked by the ruddy Beta. Letting her eyes relax once more she smiles at him, “Hunting alone? That’s no fun, did you have any luck?” Times were tough in List as far as food was concerned, and it didn’t help with Ayame being out of commission from her battle wounds. She was pushing every day to get better, but for her wounds to heal properly she would need to give them the right amount of time to do so.

The ebon fae had been alone for a while, without being able to venture out past pack lands she had been stuck in the den healing, with hardly any visitors. So seeing Drathlic this morn had made her extremely happy. “Oh I’m out trying to get some exercise before it gets to hot, trying to get my strength back.” Then it hit her like a ton of bricks, the ruddy Beta had not been around when Oren and Styr had brought her home from her bloody battle with the Deorian Drappa. “Where are my manners, I forgot that you don’t know what happened. I had a battle with the Drappa of Deor, we both limped away sparing each others life. I’ve been healing near then dens every since.” Subconsciously she began to lick her flame-like scar, wincing as her warm, pink tongue lightly grazed the still fresh wound.

Drathlic also mentioned pack life and how it was treating her, “what pack?”, she thought to herself. “I’ve seen very little of the pack since being here. Both Sudak and Gryffin seem to be at each others throats and don’t come around much, except for one day by the Crimson Pool where we all had a run-in with the delightful Sora. And that’s all I think I’ll go into with that.” A small, low growl began to rumble in her throat; Sora and her had not hit it off well and Gryffin had made it very well known that she had not taken a liking to the ebon fae yet. Pushing all those memories from her mind she smiled again at the mann, glad that it was him who she had run into and not the tri-hued fae.

She rose to her paws gracefully, walking around in a slow circle, her ebon pelt shimmering in the morning sun light the new red streaks in her tail more vibrant than every; she wanted the Beta to get a good look at her and how she had grown, even with the evident limp and fresh scars visible on her body. “Yes I guess I have quite grown since you last saw me,” she chuckled along with him, “I guess I’ve probably doubled in size and grown larger than any one ever anticiapated, but I guess that is also good, especially for List.”

Slowly and carefully she began to rest on her haunches and relax with the ruddy mann, “But enough about me, what have you been up to? I saw a slight grimace, are you ok?” She didn’t want to intrude on private matters, but she also wanted to be sure that the Beta had taken care of himself, so that he could take care of the pack. “If you wish I can accompany you back to the dens and we can continue our conversation in more comfortable conditions, let you rest from you hunting this morning.” She sat there, her ebon and crimson tail casually swaying left to right, smiling at Drathlic, hoping he would keep her company for at least a little bit longer.