A Pack at Last?

[cloir]

The mottled coat of the wolf slipped between the shadows cast by the long fingers of the baring trees. Cloir trotted forward, long muzzle extended. The femme stopped and howled-

The note was long, loud, and taunt, as if valuing too many sorrows but yet holding them back, clearing them out. Cloir, the miracle of Tuari, had journeyed across the mountains to here- to the boundaries of Deor, in search of acceptance.

Leaves skittered from behind her and she whirled around, growling, and instinct forced her to lunge forward. A sharp cry echoed throughout the forest as a hare ceased to live, victim of the femme's accidental snap.

Cloir dropped the hare, stumbling backwards. Pinning her ears, she could almost see the towering form of Hadar as he loomed over her, driivng her away from killing a lera meant for his daughter.

Cursing him under her breeath, the she-wolf howled again- she was older, she was stronger- she could drive him away. Strength, beauty, and stamina had prevailed, bringing friends to her and packs- and thendriving her away.

And so she held tight to her heart, left the bohndaries up and not trusting many- even the draggas and drappas seemed alien to her. Three years of cowering bneath hadar had been too much- when her half-brother, Orril, had finally drove the ugly brown Dragga out, and become dragga, Cloir left.

Her family had perished; she was raised by the nurse of tuari, Bandelle, taught swift, silent, and deadly ways of fighting, increasing her stamina and skills of all kinds, learning respect but not cowering.

Males frightened her, but yet her pride still shown in all she did. Would there ever be a dragga, however, or even a sickla, that did not frighten her...?

[cloir]

As a shattering howl pierced through the noise that now erupted aroudn her, Cloir trembled and pinned her ears. Her tail tucked and she crouched, eyes rimmed in white as they darted aroudn wildly. Cloir was ashamed.
Gray-brown eyes held depths of longing and fear that didn;t seem to appear int he eys of others. She had been the sickla, the runt, in a litter of seven, and when she matured she was still the omega, Hadar's fury rainign blows on her lanky frame as often as they could. Even Orril snapped at her, her own blood-brother, and she would cower and whimper like a whelp.
Her tail came back up and she struggled from the crouch; although the howl was still rining i her mind and her ears she couldn;t sense the appraoch of another wolf and so she wa safe. Thin webbing stretched frorm tree to tree, interlocking with vines and brush and the soft ruffles of green moss. Tor and Fenris must be happy with this place, for although the season was changing lera scampered about. Warm winds still whipped at her fur, but no biting chill nipped her.
For all her submissive position, Cloir was still a well-built wolf, simply doomed the life of an unknown, not noticed until she was brought on hunting expiditions.
She relaxed her posture and sat back on firm haunches, orbs watching as a leaf fluttered from the top of a tree, spinning and mesmerizing the she-varg as it seemed to change color before her eyes. Thin and graceful, but not realizing it, the she-wolf walked closer to the boundaries of Deor. Her head lowered but rose quickly as she howled again, her note strong but soft as the wind carried it into Deor.
Was the pack still occupied? A range of smells, most Varg, some lera- and, she learned with a questing nose- some dog, lingered strongly. She raised a paw with uncertainty, flicking her ears backwards, then forwards, waiting for someone to appear..

[okamiwolf]

((Cloir, I'm sorry but you are not yet old enough by TS rules to join a pack. When you have recived twenty post points then you may return to join or not. I am unsure if double posting is still frowned upon, but if you wished to add more there is a modify button at the top of both your posts. You can add or subtract using that.))

The nurse snorted lightly as her sleep was interrupted. Her steely gaze scanned the bracken around her and she was soon stretching and padding over the grounds toward the source of her stir. Bent Time shook her pelt and soon lifted her muzzle toward Fenris and released a soft, and friendly howl. It rose up above the trees, sustained by a caressing wind and faded into nothing.

Sleek white muzzle lowered as she continued forward, she was getting on in years, but BT was surely healthy as any other. With a slight cough the lean form of the Deor Nurse soon shifted into an elegant jog, her white and gray, black flecked pelt streaking passed trees and shrubbery.

After a short while she spied a shape, younger than BT herself. The wolf was alone at the beginnings, or ends, or of the Deor territory. BT smiled a wispy smile, and came closer into the view of the visitor. “Good day,” she said in her usual silky way.

[cloir]

(OOC) I'm so sorry- I had read the rules just before I had to leave, and didn't have time to delete my posts.

Cloir yelped and tripped, stumbling backwards she pinned her ears and toppled over with instant submission. Her long tail quivered as it tucked deeply between her legs, tickling her stomach. Her eeys lowered and she voiced a soft whine, avoiding the she-wolf's eyes.
Nodding her head gently, Cloir regained her crouch. "Good day," she whispered, still adverting the she-Varg's eyes."I- I hadn't mean to intrude, I was simply seeking safety.." Cloir stuttered as she began slowly inching backwards. She finally met the Varg's gaze but shied away, not glancing back over her shoulder as the sikla slunk away, into the forest of Deor- perhaps it wasn;t time for a pack yet..

(Going to go get more posts!! )

[okamiwolf]

BT smiled gently, “You are welcome to visit you Varg. We of Deor hold no ill will to Kerls.” Her silky voice drifted on the light breeze, her voice almost matching the softness. She took a few steps closer, “I am BT, nurse of the Deor lands. I’m pleased to meet you.” Her plume wavered, but raised in her dominance of this other, though she doubted any trouble would be caused.

Her gray oculars scanned her form before another smile pricked her muzzle and she gave a slight sigh as the Varg began to leave the boundary. Amused by the fact that this Kerl had shied away she relaxed back to her haunches and watched in a very inquisitive manner, her silver black tipped additives flicking this way and that.