He could not see the sky, but he saw the low light of the sinking sun and determined that the day was nearly over, and that he should be getting home. There was no rush in his tread, however; he trotted in a lazy pace, bright eyes skimming thoughtlessly over the darkening woods. He could not be bothered to feel fear - these lands were mutual territory, shared by Koran, Deor, and his own beloved Ge-Rad, so he presumed there was no threat that lingered in these trees. Even so, like a true Ge-Radian, the youth would pause every so often to lift his broad nose and smell the air for intruders, and his ears twitched to every sound that echoed from the shadows. He was wary, but he was also growing tired, and didn't pay particular attention to slight variances in the aromas of the wood, nor the occasional odd sound that would flit to his ears. He thought, 'If there is a true threat here, I'll know it when I smell it. Or when I hear it.' So he continued his sluggish journey through the wood feeling peaceable and contented.
At length, his thoughts turned to his family, particularly his sisters whom he had not seen in many moons. He was troubled by this but he didn't show it. He wanted to be a true and proud Varg, like his father, or his grandfathers, or perhaps like the legendary Fren, who was Midian's idol, and he imagined that they didn't show any weakness when they thought about troubling things. So his young face remained stoic in the harsh half-light, and as the evening shadows fell across his muzzle in vertical strips, he looked a little older than his mere ten or so moons. He looked like an unflinching warrior, experienced and bold, and if he could see himself, he would be proud. He was amber colored, verging on the beautiful fiery-orange of his father; his face was as strong and proud as his mother's; he was larger than most Varg his age, much like Cal, his grandfather; but his eyes were a mixture of Ayasha's, Koan's, and Lydair's: a soft amber-blue blend with flecks of green. He, however, could not see himself, so he wandered through the wood without any pride in his appearance, but instead a growing concern for his sisters.
'I wonder where they are, and if they are all right,' he thought. He paused for a moment to look into a soft green clearing below him, where a movement from the corner of his eye had warranted a closer inspection. He could see no creature, and smell no musty odor of the woodland animals, so he shrugged and continued on. 'What am I thinking? Of course they're all right. They have the blood of Ge-Rad in them!' And to the youth, it was like saying they were descendants of gods. Midian obviously held Ge-Rad in high regard. 'I'm being silly. They are probably out on glorious adventures, making names and destroying monsters, and they left me behind because I'm only their brother. They think I would mess everything up...' This time, a defiant grin weaseled itself onto his muzzle, and stuck fast. "I'll show them," he growled under his breath. 'I'll show them what I'm made of! I'll... I'll find the citadel of Harja! The gateway to heaven, or so the stories say, and I won't stop until I've found it!' With this foolish thought, he lifted himself proudly and his tread took on new meaning. He at last had a quest to sink his teeth into.
Then, just a moment later, he heard a snap in the wood and whirled around. The shadows had grown very thick and dangerous, and only slits of vibrant sunlight managed to light the path he now traveled on. His eyes glowed and he lifted his muzzle expectantly. "Bellona? Raine... Vera? Whose there? Show yourself!"
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Above their heads the branches swayed, summer was coming to an end and autumn was on its way. Earlier the sun had been beating down on the grass and the canopy, earlier the day had been hot and sticky, but now as the sun began to settle behind the hills the gentle wind began to cool the world, and to a wolf with a pelt so thick, it became a much more agreeable time. Thus, Linnaea decided that it was about time to wake. Stirring from her hovel inside the roots of a tree, the now adult fae made her appearance upon the world. She stretched her long limbs, and gave a hefty yawn, maw parting and pink tongue rolling from her black lips as she bowed to the dying rays of sunlight that dappled the ground and dusted the shifting leaves above her head. The cacophony of rustling was like a soft lullaby, and she almost wanted to just go back to sleep, but it was the waking world that called to her now, not the splendor of dreams.
So Linnaea stood, and soon she was moving through the wood, her steps not caring to mask her presence. What had she to fear from an empty forest?
It was not long before a voice grabbed the fae’s attention, and peering through the brush she saw a golden pup talking to himself. Her head cocked curiously as a step befell a twig, snapping the small limb with the utmost ease, and in the quiet of the coppice it made noise like the dreadful crack of a breaking bone, or perhaps even rolling thunder.
“Peace, young one, no harm awaits you in the shadows of the forest.” Smooth tones from a disembodied voice drifted lazily, a tone of warm honey that had just been spun by bees drizzled from the black lips of a tall fae with deep blue eyes that spoke of the world and all its wonders. The wolf that stood before the young male was tall, a fairly large fae, larger than an average wolf – perhaps, but not by much for she was still dwarfed by her father and her uncle (both of which were hulking brutes of wolves that tower over all). The fae’s eyes twinkled gently, a soft smile placed upon her lips as her black legs and white toes carried her like a specter over the ground, closing in the distance between her and the young boy. The tall she-wolf did not bow; she did not show her throat in submission; Kerls did no such thing, at least not when they’d been without others for so long. One’s manners, when not in practice, were often forgotten. How long had it been since she was last here? Two years? That seemed about right, her home had changed since so long ago, even now the remnants of Deor were washed away with the scent of the wild, her own smell defined more because of her loner lifestyle.
As Lykos ran through the forest he followed a female elk hoping to catch a meal. He has not eaten in many suns but he ,like most vargs, can go without food for days, Lykos was an excellent hunter and could have eaten anytime he wanted but decided to explore the past suns. As he followed the elk he noticed two wolves ahead and he knew he had to make the kill now, so he ran full speed to reach the elk and "CRUNCH". Lykos jumped and bit into the elks neck causing it to fall to the ground and wondered if he should share with these two vargs because he was not in his normal territory. He was on the other side of the river near the packs Koren, Ge-rad, and Deor.
He walked up to the vargs with his blood covered mouth "Hello vargs who are you" asked Lykos to be careful in case they too did not belong in this area of Transylvania.
The soft, female voice that carried to him from the gloom was eerie and spectral. It sounded warm and vaguely sweet, like nectar from a yellow flower, but Midian could not be convinced to drop his guard. Despite her claims to the contrary, he feared her as an unknown threat; for all he knew, she was a preying beast, described in stories and hidden in these very woods, awaiting an easy meal. The youth held very still thereafter, though his pale eyes scoured the deepening shadows desperately and his nose quivered like a leaf in the breeze. When she finally appeared moments later, Midian was glad that he did not drop point. She was intimidatingly tall - much taller than he was, for she was full grown and he was not yet a yearling; she was surprisingly athletic, and he could discern the toned musculature beneath her heavy, mottled fur; her deep, haunting blue eyes plagued him with curiosity and unease - he felt as if they could somehow show him all the secrets of this world of which he was ignorant. But what made him most wary was the way she strode up to him, in the manner befitting a Kerl. She neither submitted to him, nor lorded over him. Instead, she waltzed over with the feline grace of a ghost, and he felt the same fear and sadness grip him as if he had truly witnessed one. For, as a pack wolf, he dreaded loneliness above all else.
"Who are you?" He asked, and there was a slight quaver in his voice that made him want to cringe. 'You are no fool coward. You are a son of Ge-Rad. Now show her what that means!' Thinking this, his demeanor suddenly changed: he lifted his head proudly and his young face became grave. A new dignity woke in his eyes, and he felt growing within him the strength to do many valorous and honorable deeds. He would face her defiantly in battle, sincerely as a friend, and courteously as a guest; but he was determined that she should choose the outcome of this meeting so that he could make his judgement of her. He watched her warily, but he steadfastly kept his face blank. 'How? How can I be so sure that you mean me no harm, Kerl?' He questioned himself desperately, looking for the slightest insight to her intentions, and discovering absolutely nothing. He was not experienced enough to understand the motives of strangers.
A mighty clatter shattered the near-deathly silence of the wood, and startled the youth to such an extent that he jumped and glanced warily in the direction of the sound. His ears stood on end and he raised his tail like a golden banner over his back, but try as he might, he could not perceive what creature had made that sound. The lengthening shadows and low, harsh light of the setting sun made such obscure shapes in the woods that he could be sure of nothing. The scents of the woodland mingled together, and he could smell wolf, but he was sure it was only the drappa who stood beside him. He made a low, guttural growl and scoured the trees with his nose and eyes. He was unsure what awaited him out there - a bear, perhaps? Or a Herla, with its antlers caught in the branches? He didn't think he wanted to find out, and was about to bid the she-wolf a hasty goodbye and make good of his retreat when an obsidian dragga strutted from the shadows, confident and surly, and he seemed to assume that his presence was welcome in this small gathering.
Midian suddenly had half a mind to bite him on the muzzle for frightening him so badly, but he was quickly assured that brash actions would be a bad idea. 'There's blood on his muzzle!' Midian realized, and his jaws began to slaver. The youth cocked his head quizzically as he stared at the black wolf, and his tail sagged from its once glorious position. As with the first Varg, the black dragga was also obviously a Kerl, and that made Midian feel ever more uneasy. He was accustomed to the company of Ge-Rad, or to those from other packs nearby. He'd never met a Kerl before - at least, not to his recollection. 'And who knows just what they're capable of?' He started. "Who am I?! Who are you?"
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A metamorphosis. The demeanor of the boy before her changed almost in an instant, if one blinked it would’ve been missed completely, but her gaze was curious as she saw the young brute move from timid to plucky. She made no motion to raise her tail, nor to put the pup in his place. If anything life taught her that if one was afraid they would do drastic things, and there was no reason for either of them to do battle, a young wolf’s blood should not soak the near-autumn earth. Though before Linnaea had a chance to say anything or introduce herself the hackles on her back rose and her soft auds stood erect atop her head, her eyes were torn from the male to watch – troubled and unsure – the entry of a young black male Kerl.
Her lips twitched towards a snarl – but a stoic expression remained and no sound left her vocal chords. Classy, her mind resonated as she took in the entrance that midnight male had made. She could smell the blood that stained his muzzle, and though food was appetizing there was only one thing that came to her mind upon seeing the brute: show off. Though in her mind she would admit, it had been an impressive entrance at least. She quirked a brow. “When interrupting, I do believe it is customary to give one’s own name before asking another’s.” Linnaea felt almost like she was chastising a cub, though her voice held humor more than a ruling tone, as it was she seemed to be the eldest of the three.
Linn’s face was amused though, as she regarded both males before her. “To answer your question, young one,” she had turned her attention on the golden male, “I was named Linnaea, by my father.” Her tri-hued pelt was nearly invisible in the dark of the forest if only it weren’t for the white that interwove itself though her bodice, masked her face and speckled her belly and rump. Speaking of her father her mind paused to wonder how the old male was. If he was still Dragga of Deor, if he was still around, if he remembered her. It was a silly thing to wonder though, what father wouldn’t remember his only daughter? Or had he found a new mate? What if he’d had other cubs while she was away? Didn’t most families have several litters before both parents were laid to rest, but her mother – having died so early in their mating – hadn’t gotten much chance to birth many siblings for Linnaea, even Arous was denied. She wondered what had happened to her twin brother, not identical, but twin none-the-less. But the thought of being forgotten hadn’t been a very large worry, or one at all it would seem as her thoughts turned to the possibility of siblings. Maybe she had sisters and brothers now! Something that she’d been denied for so long, even the few friends she’d made couldn’t be called close as siblings. Her audits twitched as she regarded the two males before her again. “Well, it is only customary for you two to introduce yourselves now that I’ve divulged my name. If I am remembering this correctly.” Two years was a long time, of course it had only been one year since she had last met someone new.
Lykos was about to answer the young male varg when the other spoke. In the dim light, Lykos wondered what the young dragga was thinking because this varg seemed very scared. 'I wonder if I look menacing to the young wolf, with this blood on my maw' Lykos thought.
The fae spoke once more and Lykos then decided to answer the two's questions before the blood lust came over him from his fresh kill "Very well then" said Lykos "I am Lykos and am exploring this area, for I have never been here before."
Midian glanced at the tri-hued drappa when she criticized the newcomer's approach. He snorted agreeably as he resumed staring at the black Kerl, though his expression had lacked the same humorous note that had made Linnaea's reproach more casual and less offensive.
At this, the youth turned and regarded the she-wolf critically. She introduced herself pleasantly, and he admitted that it was a pretty name, but he was still unconvinced that she was not in the business to harm him. 'But, like it or not, I suppose I need to act civil to her - to both of them.' Midian cleared his throat, about ready to speak, when she, as if woken from some brief reverie, prompted him and the black Kerl to introduce themselves. He frowned, as it had been his intention to give her - them - his name just before she said this. On account of being taken aback, he delayed in speaking first, and the black Kerl managed to introduce himself before Midian could. The youth scowled at him darkly for half a moment before he composed himself and his face adopted something more jovial and bland. 'Think of something like, oh, a lazy summer day, or lounging in the dens. They can't know that you're angry or afraid, or they'll use it to their advantage... somehow... I think.' Midian was confused, but shook the feeling from him and nodded politely to Lykos.
"And I am Midian," said the youth quickly after Lykos had finished speaking. He glanced from one Kerl to the other: Linnaea, who seemed to float in the darkness with her mottled brown and white fur and haunting blue eyes; Lykos, who was even more difficult to see in the dark shadows for his pelt was as black as midnight and it soaked up the few thin light-rays that fell upon it. Then, the amber-clad youth proclaimed proudly, "I come from Ge-Rad, the pack just north of here. I was just on my way home... And we know you were exploring these woods - and hunting, evidently," Midian nodded to Lykos. Then he turned his pale eyes to Linnaea, and cocked his head curiously. "So what were you doing here?"
Last Edit: Sept 22, 2009 18:50:07 GMT -5 by Midian
Son of Ayasha and Kaemon Brother to Raine, Bellona, and Vera 3rd generation wolfdog
“Well met the both of you,” Linnaea nodded in turn politely to both Lykos, who had introduced himself first, and to Midian, who had seemed slightly miffed before assuming a new expression that read more as perhaps bored, or lofty might be a better word for it.
A Ge-Rad cub, briefly she thought of Kop who was one of the many sons of Draeg. A pleasant thought it was, her mentor and slight affection. She would have to visit him sometime while here, her fluffy tail wagged at the thought of seeing the fine male again, what would he think of her now that she was full-grown. Would she be larger than him now? He’d seemed so tall to her then. “A fine pack indeed,” she commented, with a grin. “I was born in Deor myself; I’m here to visit family and the few friend's I had before.” She chuckled to herself; this Midian – he had a fine name – was quite the character. He would do Ge-Rad proud one day, of that she could be fairly certain. If he remained there anyway, perhaps he would take the path of the wanderer and leave for adventures, as she had once so many years ago.
Pensive the fae lowered her rump to the dusty ground, her long tail swept leaves and needles away as it swayed easily. What had a Kerl to fear in open land? She could not smell danger from the eastern winds, which danced about her and sang in her ears. A delicate eve’ (or soon to be) as the sun sank ever slowly into the west behind the great mountains. “Though, if I might ask, what brings you to lands outside of your pack? It is rare to find a pack wolf out of their territory.” Her head tilted slightly, and she moved forward with her front paws until her belly was resting against the ground, her black and white forepaws crossed. If either wolf had ever seen her father, Chalos – Dragga of Deor, then they might recognize her as his daughter instantly by the snowy rump that she bore so proudly. Crystal blues, that whispered a madness not yet tapped, and that mirrored her dearly departed mother’s own watched the two males without apprehension. If either had felt threatened enough by her to attack, surely one of them would have already, and after four years of experience she was quite sure to hold her own. “Ah – but first, Lykos, you might want to make good on your kill, lest the scavengers feast upon it’s flesh first.”
The ravens were already gathering in the trees, their cackles harsh in her sonar. Like most wolves she had nothing good to say about the dirty beasts, nothing perhaps other than they kept the world in balance by cleaning up when others were done. The earth’s janitors.
Lykos listened to the vargs judging if they were friend or foe and decided that a young pack wolf and a kerl in search of old family were no harm to him and even if they were Lykos would be able to fend them off. The fae was very strange with her multicolored fur and the pack wolf Midian seemed to be afraid of the kerls, but I suppose being a young pack wolf alone would be afraid of two strangers.
Once Lykos decided if they were friend or foe he thought they should join in the feast because he did not want to waste all of the meat. "Well then would you two like to eat with me before these scavengers take the kill" Lykos said as if the scavengers were evil even though Lykos did not care much of the ravens because they did him no harm.
Midian dipped his head politely. ' Good to meet you both, too.' He recited silently to himself. He was still not convinced that these two Kerls were not going to give him trouble, but he was coming to find that they were at least polite. So a genuine grin overcame him, and he finally relaxed visibly. It was like a sigh, a sweet release, and he instantly looked his true age. He was no longer a brave and bold warrior representing his pack, but a ten-moon old whelp out on an adventure. He settled down comfortably on his haunches just in time to hear Linnaea's compliment about his family.
He looked up at once, and a becoming smile flashed onto his face. He suddenly beamed with pride like a beacon, for he was very fond of his pack. 'Even Kerls know of our good reputation, then. Well, she's not loner-born, but she is one now, so her compliment still counts for something,' Midian thought with a nod, though he was very curious about her when she told him she was from Deor. 'I wonder why she is no longer with them? Trouble, perhaps? I'll bet she has a magnificent tale. Of sabatoge and heroism, maybe. I wonder if I can convince her to tell it to me before she leaves.' He truly hoped she would, because he was fairly certain that he would never cross paths with her again. The world was just too big, and coincidences were few and far between. 'Then again, maybe Fenris would arrange another meeting sometime in the far off future. Who knows? The gods work in mysterious ways, they say.'
He glanced at Lykos, pale eyes flashing with even more curiosity. Now that he'd accepted them as decent fellows, he was beginning to wonder the story of the swarthy young dragga as well. The amber youth cocked his head inquisitively, nose twitching, while Linnaea suggested that he eat his kill quickly. Midian hardly noticed the ravens that had gathered in the darkening wood - like Lykos, Midian hardly considered their presence as evil, but his reasons were much different. He believed that the Law of the Varg provided that the scavengers were free to any kill once the hunter was finished - for even wolves must sometimes scavenge to survive. So he barely gave them any thought, but instead looked curiously at the black Kerl, head tilted. 'Hm. His stories must be something quite interesting, too. Perhaps he comes from the south, a descendant of some old warrior family, and now is on his own heroic quest. Or maybe he's done something terrible, and the wolves from his land have exiled him for it. Oh, he might not tell his tale, no matter how much I try to convince him. Drat!'
Midian blinked, drawn from his thoughts by Lykos' voice. It was an invitation. Midian grew a bit uncomfortable all of a sudden, and unsure of what to do. As a puppy, he was always assured a decent meal at a pack kill, but he'd seen the brutality of the bloodlust on his family, and knew that one day he would experience it too. It never occurred to him, however, that his first experience would be with Kerls. 'What if they don't even have a certain pecking order or anything? Won't I look ridiculous? What if I don't know what it is? Will they bite me?' He grunted unhappily, but the scent of blood was really starting to overwhelm him, for the kill was wafting to his nose on a nearly nonexistent breeze. Finally, he sighed, and nodded gratefully. "All right then, Lykos. Before the flying scavengers get to it," said Midian. He got to his paws, and wagged his tail, looking for the black hunter to lead on through the dark woods.
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“A Kerl never turns down a meal,” Linnaea added in, a grin reaching her lips and tugging them apart to show her pearly whites. Though there was no pecking order in her world, it was a first come first serve sort of thing. Dine at your own leisure, or rush, she wondered what the cub would think of life like that. The freedom of chaos, it was a lovely feeling, one she thought to someday get lost in when she no longer had an obligation to her family, her dear, dear family. For Lykos though, it could be different. Really the key was to wait until his motion, he might take his turn first, gorging himself on the meat until his belly bulged and threatened to explode, and then open it to the both. Then it would be up to Midian and Linnaea to figure out the rest.
What was it that happened in packs again? Pups ate first right? She would be courteous to his knowledge and allow him to feed before her if that was the case.
The smell from the kill was beginning to make her mouth water, the elk’s flesh like a siren’s song to her teeth; her pink tongue slid from her mouth, passing over her lips and wetting her nose. How long had it been since she’d last shared one of her own kills? Years, too long, the memories were fuzzy, some parts very clear – like faces and scents – and other parts were just blobs – Locations, landmarks, and kill counts. It had been years since she was last a carefree cub as well. And she could clearly remember her first adventures. Leaving the pack and meeting a Kerl – though she’d not been quite as shy as Midian had been. She’d gone right up to Kop, danger ignored, wait or had he come to her? Now that she thought of it, she remembered him standing in the river, and the hunt, but how exactly they’d met had vanished away from her clutches. If she reached out to find it, she found only a mess of what might’ve been.
Lykos heard Linnaea's and Midian's words and thought that she might say that. "Very well then lets feast shall we." said the young Lykos looking rather hungry in the moonlight. Lykos looked again at Midian now wondering what was in that young Ge-Rad pups head. Why was he outside of his packs territory which Lykos was thought was near here but he wasn't sure because he doesn't know these lands.
Lykos walked over to the kill and right before he was about feast on the flesh he noticed that neither of them were coming to eat with him "Well do you want to eat or what" said Lykos seconds before the bloodlust came over him.
"Oh yes, lets!" Midian said hastily to Lykos, eager to appear sure and confident of himself; as the youngest member of the trio, however, he felt at an utter disadvantage. He would eternally look like some fearful little wayfarer unless he plucked up some courage now while they were still getting to know one another. He took a deep breath, and with his fluffy tail swinging casually behind him, he took a spirited step toward the black wolf, who just now turned about to regard them both in exasperation. "Yes, yes, I'm coming! I'm coming," replied the youth in the sour tone of all middle-aged children. He rolled his eyes when Lykos wasn't looking, and caught sight of the pretty mottled Linnaea. Midian arched a single brow, and the corners of his lips tugged upward. He wondered if he was starting to enjoy himself.
Then he remembered that she'd asked him a question. 'Darn, what was it she'd asked me? Something about being... oh, being outside of Ge-Rad, right?' He stammered and stuttered, and he suddenly became apologetic. "Right, I'm sorry. You'd asked me a question, right? Well, um..." He tried to think of a suitable answer. Why had he been out here in the first place? He made it a habit to never wander far from Ge-Rad's borders, but here he was now, a few miles away at least, mingling with utter strangers - Kerls, at that! Had it been ambassadors or other cubs from neighboring packs, he might have been able to convince himself that his mission in the woods had been one of reconnaissance: examining the relationship his pack still held with its neighbors, establishing his own bonds with them, learning about their individual customs and beliefs. Alas, he'd met no one since Amandus, the plucky little Koran wolf, and that was only while he was at the border of his own home. This was not an investigation of his family's place in the nearby packs, it was... It was...
"Searching!" He shouted, then coughed, and then cleared his throat. He glanced sheepishly up at the two, who would no doubt he giving him strange looks for his sudden outburst. "I mean, I was searching. Searching for the Lost Citadel of Harja. Or something like that." His voice became soft, more respectable, though he wasn't sure now if they would laugh at him. He felt a little foolish for revealing his quest, so he backpedaled quickly and said, "Well, I was also looking for my sisters. They're lost. Sort of. Actually, I don't know if they are or not, but I was looking for them anyway. Because I'm sure they've gone somewhere without me, to do brave and heroic things. So I decided that if I couldn't find them, I'd do something even more heroic: I'd find the gateway to heaven. Or at least that's what the stories call it." He glanced strangely into the dark woods. "But I don't know if it's even real."
Midian sighed heavily, and then remembered that he was supposed to be following Lykos to his kill. He gingerly trotted into the dark after the black wolf, stepping lightly on his toes. He liked to think that Ge-Rad's skill in the hunt was due in part to their mastery of silence, which included walking so quietly that few could hear them even a tail-length away. He practiced it often, and at this very moment, he padded onward as if he were stepping on eggshells because he was worried that he was about to lose a bit of respect from his two new comrades. He tread carefully. 'I mean, who else would believe that Harja is a real place, and not some made-up story of cubs? Probably no one but a cub, like me. Darn it all and my big mouth!'
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She was attentive when the young Midian answered her question. He was an adorable ball of fur – well not so much ball as lanky gathering of gold and limbs, but he was a darling little thing. She wished that she’d had a sibling like him – wondered if Arous would’ve acted like that if he’d grown so big. But alas, Arous hadn’t survived the winter that they’d been born – or so she believed. The harsh snows of that time must’ve taken a toll on his frail little body, if Chalos’ fangs hadn’t been enough to dispose of the little black cub. Though Linnaea could not very well mourn the cub that she could hardly remember anymore, what had he been like when he was still alive? Didn’t he use to pick on her all the time? Linnaea could worry about dead family members later.
The Citadel that Larka died at? She pondered this thought to herself for a moment, most myth was based on reality, so there was a chance that it could be real – did she believe it herself? Not really, Linnaea had never been one to believe in stories, even Tor and Fenris were just vague ideas in her mind. What folly it would be for a full grown adult to be chasing after pup-tales when there were other things that needed worrying over. “That’s a big journey for one wolf.” She commented thoughtfully. “How brave of you to try to find such a thing alone, I wouldn’t even make such a trip on my own.” She figured to humor the cub. After all, as he had said: no one really knew if it existed or not. Who was she to crush the poor boy’s dreams?
Her stomach growled then, hungering for the taste of flesh and she didn’t want to exercise any more restraint. She followed the black male to his kill, and picked a spot at the great elk’s backside when they came upon it. Promptly her teeth began picking away the hair of the great herbivore, yanking and pulling until the hair was gone from her desired feeding spot, then teeth sank into skin, puncturing the delicate pink and pulling away as red leaked from the new wound and snarling she tore the flesh away. She chewed little as the meat went down her throat, smoothly thanks to the blood that served as a drink – as if to wash down large chunks of dry bread. Her paws steadied the hind of the animal as she tore into it again, snorting and growling as she reveled in the flavor of fresh meat.
When Midean started to speak about Harja Lykos was already eating but once he spoke of Harja Lykos stopped eating he had a flashback to when he was a pup. To when he was told the stories of Larka, Harja, Morgra and Wolfbane, and how Wolfbane had been Larka's thought to be dead brother. Fell, Lykos had always loved the stories about Fell but soon Lykos came back to reality and spoke "Harja, thats a very interesting story." said Lykos not really sure if Harja existed but Lykos never thought to try and find it. "I hear that its up in the mountains." replied Lykos right before the bloodlust came over him again.The anger that consumed Lykos while he was eating from the carcass, it was a feeling that Lykos had felt many times and his ancestors had felt before him. Lykos always felt like it was a dream when he was eating with the bloodlust on him.