Darkness loomed around her, ravens and crows clinging to trees as they greedily looked down upon her silver form. Golden orbs frantically searching about to seek some familiarity to the place, but to no avail. All that seemed oddly recogniseable was what seemed a lump of fur lying n the ground. Her heart stopped. She remembered. Hurling herself forth she scattered the midnight birds from the lump, nuzzling it, begging it to move. No sound could pass her maw as despair gripped at her mind and filled her whole body as she struggled to even move the bundle of fur. Yet when she did, there seemed to be a nightmare lying infront of her, this body had no features, it just seemed to be blank of any varg she knew, of any varg at all. The creature just seemed alien to this world as it started to melt, the thick gunge sticking to her silver pelt as it disappeared into the earth. A sound much close to the sound of thunder arose from around her, but it was not thunder, it was the evil cackle of the hellish god Wolfbane. It was him that tormented her mind at this point, and he was enjoying it! Silent flung herself round to try and escape, but everything was black, finally words came to her lips...
"Where am I!" The words came from her mouth in a desperate fashion, in a howl that anyone could hear in the whole of the Lists mountainous abode. The touch of warm summer air seemed to make her panic even more, her breath shaking out of her in short intervals. Something wasn't right here, she could tell that something had happened. Golden eyes shot open, flooding with light and almost blinding the poor fae, but that would not stop her. She was on her feet before she figured out where she was, clambering out of the place she had her fitful sleep and fleeing over the mountainous terrain. The light of tor guided her little, though she shone as help in the inked out sky. Silent had no idea what was going on, all she knew was that something had happened, at this point, she could not remember what. Before she knew it, her paws had led her to the center of her packlands.
Her form could run no more as her desperate mind drained her energy, forcing her to collapse upon the ground in a not so graceful manner. Her legs folding into her she curled up against any foe that might try and torment her more. She felt like a pup, one who has been scalded for something it did not do, tormented by siblings for foolishness. She just wanted everything to go away, to leave her mind at rest, to heal. To remember. Her heart longed for somone familiar to comfort her stricken form, to tell her it will be alright. Something told her she was going to be alone for a time, causing a whine to escape her silver maw. So she lay, alone and confused as Tor watched on from her perch in the sky, showering her with light and illuminating her stage.
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It had been moons since the pack had lost their beta male and the mountains seemed to be crying for them. Though some would have wondered if they were just simply sweltering in the summer sun. Either way the lera had been the ones greatly affected by the vargs saddened state. Though it was not like List to mope about for they were strong wolves. Wolves that knew what life and death was. Wolves that had learned to move on and that holding back was nothing more than weakness. But this event was too sudden to bare. And the wolves could not stop wondering if this was all preventable.
Gryffin blinked, her tri hued pelt illuminated under the rich light of Tor. Her emerald eyes seemed aglow with a mint hue as the moonlight distorted their colour greatly. Her paw pands sunk into the sandy beaches of the lake's banks. Her eyes looking over the serene body of water. It was the crimson lake. and far beyond the other side was the packs legendary birthing den. The den where List's first litter had been born, where Gryffin had been whelped. The crimson water's shown purple under the midnight sky. Stories from List's elder had talked of how the lake flowed with blood of List's victories and losses. But what was the greatest legend of all was how one single pure red lily would bloom in the middle of the lake to honor the spirit of a Listern varg... after death would take them.
Gryffin starred. She did not understand. The lily was there, but it had not yet bloomed... it was covered in its green shell, the bright red petals hiding behind the bud, yet poking out enough to see them. What was even more curious was how the flower was visibly wilting.
The drappa did not understand. Perhaps Fiory would have been able to tell her what this meant. What did it mean of List's lost beta.
Tired of confusion and disheartening thoughts the drappa turned and began walking away from the hidden lake.
Suddenly ears perked as a distressed howl rang through the midnight canopies. Gryffin recognized the voice immediately and tore through the thickets with ease.
She could scent the smell of a distressed varg. and as she came up to a clearing she found her paws stop moving. There slumped to the ground was poor Silent. Gryffin's eyebrows furrowed at the sight. She seemed like nothing more than an overgrown puppy, and she wanted nothing more than to go over and comfort her. But still she felt a thorn in her heart for when Silent had left, it had left Gryffin heartbroken for she had seen silent as one of her own daughters. She had even chosen her over her own daughter Sora to become beta fae. Word of the valleys had spoken of her...dead. And even when Sudak had taken Ayame in it had stung her greatly. No varg he would ever bring back would be the silver femme.
Gryffin watched as the fae whined and panted. Yet she couldn't help but notice that even though the femme lay in such an ugly state, that she still looked beautiful.
Unsure of what to do Gryffin padded slowly toward the female.She wasn't able to bring herself to comfort her, for she still felt stung from her sudden departure and her sudden return. Though it was as if she had come back from the dead. Gryffin looked down, she did not know what to do...
"Get up Silent" she spoke softly, though with a tone more of a leader than a mother. But she gave in and with a bend in her front leg she found herself running a pink tongue across the top of the angelic varg.
[[[baaaaaah i just woke up lol, hope its readable and not crazy bad with grammer!]]]
~Daughter of the great Shatocwnn and Leohlic~ ~Sister to Fernlick,Jade,Baleful~ ~Cousin to Shatila,Orion,Denisha~ ~mother of Sora, Aiyu and Arias~ ~Forever Remembering, Lyft, Bila, Mother. Father and Shatila~
Little time passed before the figure of the drappa appeared nearby, yet in Silents mind the length seemed unimaginable, lasting forever and gripping at her soul. Golden eyes glittered with confusion, dancing in the moonlight that Tor shone down upon them. They scoured the area that she could see from her curled ball of fur, she could not find the familiar sight of her leader. Small whines shook from her as her body curled tighter, almost an impossible thing to do but the lithe figure became smaller and more insignificant. Everything was going wrong, she could sense it. Her mind ticked over the past happenings of her life, flashing images corrupting her mind.
She had returned a while ago, after searching for the dreaded Dragga that had murdered her father, her body wasted after that quest that led nowhere. It was by the lake she had met her love, her dear Drathlic. It was there she had declared her love for him, after so many long moons of hiding back her true feelings, and it was there that he had told her that he could not persue their love because of his promise to another. It broke her heart, and even now her heart lay cracked within her chest, aching with the loss of the Beta. She had fled after that, to an area that surrounded the great stone castle. It was there where the memory stops what it does best, remembering. All that she could drag up were the sudden flash of claws and the sight of the great bear that had attacked her pack. The next thing she knew was that she lay in the lands of List. Someone had to fill the gaps.
Another pitiful whine shook her silver hue as aprescence overcast her, she could feel them looking down upon her puppish state. It was not until the voice rang out softly that the muscles throughout her body seemed to calm themselves and relax. The words that she spoke were an instruction. Accompanying these words though, she felt the fae's tounge scrape across her coat comfortingly, Silent turned her head slightly so that she could look into the great females eyes, to make sure it was the one and only Gryffin. Sure enough they were there, the emerald hues that had looked at her in so many ways. She slowly started to unfurl herself from her cramped position, stretching her forelimbs out before her before slowly raising her whole body from the earth to stand before her Drappa. Her head hung low, acknowledging that this was actually her leader, and she was a lesser wolf. "Gryffin.. I.." The words rattled out of her throat before she even knew what she was saying. Her head raised slightly as she looked pleadingly into the eyes of the autumn pelted fae before her. A whine escaped her maw before she could hold it back. "I can't remember" Surely this daughter of the Balkar would not stand for such shamefuly behaviour from a pack member. One who dared to disappear and reappear whenever she liked. One who acted so much like a scared pup when she called such a strong pack her own. Surely Gryffin would have put Silent straight in her place after everything she had done. All that the silver varg could do now was await how her Drappa would react.
Emerald eyes blinked as they looked down upon the silver femme. The drappa took a small step back, unsure of what to do now. She was never very good at comforting another. Besides she grew up with her father showing her how emotions was a weakness. A weakness one should not comfort. Wolves that carry this weakness must be left to themselves to conquer. Though in Gryffin's mind the reality of it was crystal clear, she still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable standing before Silent and doing nothing but stare. Though her father at least did teach her one thing. Left to their own devices, they learn and grow and become stronger.
Gryffin's ebon lips tingled with a faint of a smile as she stepped back further, watching the femme uncurl to her full height. It was as if she were watching a butterfly unfurl her wings for the very first time. And although the drappa stood with a vigor as still as a stone sculpture, inside she felt her heart raise as she watched the silver bell lift herself up.
The female's vocals rang in the drappa's crimson ears. Gryffin closed her eyes. A small whisper of thought asked questions in her mind. What was she trying to remember? But in truth she knew what Silent meant. She knew what she wanted to remember. Gryffin remembered how she saw nothing more of the fae after the incident. All she remembered was a silver flash bolting away from the stone den.
But still the drappa did not understand... if the Silent here did not know what had happened moons ago.. than was that silver fae the same wolf that had showed up as if by magic to fight by the packs side that day by the stone castle?
Gryffin did not understand how she would not know, lest how she could not remember such an event. She would not understand how the mind worked in curious was, how psychology had its ways to magically block out certain thoughts and emotions for the need of balance. Gryffin would not be able to understand.
Though the disappearance of Silent still stung her greatly, the pain Gryffin saw of her now must have made up if not doubled what she could have deserved for deserting her pack. The tri hued varg sighed, looking down at the saddened fae.
"Silent..." she began, though she really did not know what to say. If she shouold try to make it better, or better question yet, how she could, or if it were even possible.
Gryffin had a guess as to what Silent meant, but she did as most did adn averted the case. "Remember what?"
Her voice was soft, almost in a wondering tone. As if she spoke any louder the fragile butterfly before her would clatter into a million pieces.
~Daughter of the great Shatocwnn and Leohlic~ ~Sister to Fernlick,Jade,Baleful~ ~Cousin to Shatila,Orion,Denisha~ ~mother of Sora, Aiyu and Arias~ ~Forever Remembering, Lyft, Bila, Mother. Father and Shatila~
Golden eyes blinked at the autumn pelted fae. She could see that the mind was ticking over on what to say, how to react. Silent knew this must be hard for her, the Drappa raised as though she was one of the Balkar, her bloodlines supported that fact. She knew how one raised in that way had to react to a show of such weakness yet the strong Drappa seemed to be dismissing the fact that this silver female was acting like a pup. Silent looked at her for a moment, taking in the presence of such a great leader.
Gryffins words came from her maw as though the she-wolf were in wonderment, though something she had not know had gone on. As though Silent was talking nonsense. A small whine escaped her silver maw as she looked to the earth, almost waiting for the right answer to be given to her on a platter. Remember what? If only she knew. All that moderately reminded her of anything was the flashing images that plagued her mind. Her weak voice put them into words, bits and pieces of information. "All I remember was the big stone castle, the whole of List pack was there. A dead Kerl." She paused. Her mind suddenly rested on the image of the ravaged kerl, obviously killed by the fangs of another varg. Golden eyes rested on Gryffins, seaking out answers. But her mind raced on as she sensed that this was not the problem, not the answer she was looking for.
Oh if only she could remember. It must have been the shock of everything that happened that day. The shock of seeing so much chaos from the pack and the great grizzly that took upon itself to attack. "A bear, there was a bear..." Her voice shook as more and more information poured into her head, she hadn't gone through it like this, and more memory seeped back into her brain. Her body began to shake as the nightmare became almost reality. "The cliff... Oh Drathlic!" Her voice became hoarse and quiet as the drama replayed over in her head, the sight of the great bear and her beloved beta falling in unison over the cliff. The sight of her pack crying out in desperation for the missing mann, her horror and despair driving her away. It must have been that shock, the shock of that sight that blanked her memory, its own special defence to stop her from being hurt so badly and so soon after the last time. A frantic whine tore from her body as she found herself burrying her muzzle into the nearest fur. Just the soft touch of the Drappa's fur comforted her a little, but the former Beta just shut her eyes tight, desperate to hold the emotion that she suddenly felt in. She didn't dare burden her leader any more. Small sounds came from her form as she trembled. Oh what was happening to her?
---------------------------------- Absolutely terrible post. My brain isn't working today ^^
