Midian blinked at Linnaea - his eyes darted quickly to her face, and then back to the retreating backside of Lykos, who was now disappearing into the dark. He flicked his ears contemplatively, but despite the doubts she drudged up about the difficulty of his quest, the youth felt ready to accomplish such a daunting task. It was, after all, in his blood. He was the proud son of Ge-Rad, and that was the only explanation he needed. 'And it might be all the convincing she needs too,' he thought as he proudly lifted his tail to her compliment on account of his bravery. 'I suppose these Kerls aren't all that bad at all - like us pack Varg, but without all the stupid rules. I could get used to this, I think. Just maybe...' However, his thoughts flashed back to his mother, his father, and his sisters as if they were determined to knit a web of guilt over his young heart. He'd already disappeared once before over the long, hot summer; was he prepared to do it again at the cost of perhaps losing his family forever? 'No, maybe not,' he thought, trotting after Linnaea into the dark woods.
They wove through a small cluster of trees like wraiths made of fog, though their eyes flashed like gemstones caught in yellow sunlight. This made him turn to regard where the sun had been: the west was now thick with heavy shadows, and he wondered if beady black eyes stared out at the small company from the gloom. He fluffed his fur, and decided that he could handle whatever foul creatures waited out there in the woodland night, for he was Putnar - among the most powerful creature in these forests. Midian snorted, pleased with himself for his courage, and nearly stumbled into the carcass of the elk while he was distracted.
He'd never seen such a big creature this close before, only bits and pieces a packmember would bring home for him while he was still confined to the rendezvous den. The smell of it was overwhelming, and its sheer bulk made him gape in wonder. By now, Lykos and Linnaea had started to tear into the flesh of the giant herbivore, causing it to stir in the mimicry of life. Midian was entranced by its movement, for he could see it as it was in life: shuddering and flinching, its muscles rippling beneath its coarse hide. It made his mouth water and his gut clench, until he felt as if he'd never eaten before. His eyes became as round as a full moon in the night sky, and spit dribbled down his chin. He hardly cared about traditional Varg customs anymore - 'how can the pack keep its order with this... this craving?' - and he lurched hungrily to the unclaimed and unprotected haunches of the great beast. His eyes flickered, and when Lykos calmed himself enough to speak directly to him, the youth hardly heard or understood what the black Kerl had said. So he merely nodded to chase the voice away, and suddenly fell upon the meaty flank with gusto.
Son of Ayasha and Kaemon Brother to Raine, Bellona, and Vera 3rd generation wolfdog
Sorry again for the wait, I wasn't totally sure what I should do at this point.
Night descended as the three feasted, tearing flesh from the carrion as cackles rang above their heads. Three wolves that had come together in a union of acquaintance under the rules of no one, each of the three without violent intents. Though as Linnaea ate, she couldn’t help but revel in the madness that came over during feasting. True freedom, she felt, was what this felt like. Ripping and tearing apart those that might oppose you, showing your teeth and claws in a manner of dominance. Being on the top of the food chain was a delightful thing, hardly a care in the world, and the fear that she could instill in the Herla – it was almost enough to make you take advantage of it. Suddenly she wanted to chase deer through the meadow – not hunt them, just chase them. Play a deadly game of tag with them, after all there were times when a lion could drink from the same pool as a lamb, and neither would be worried about losing their lives, why couldn’t a deer play with the wolf in that case?
Linnaea’s muzzle was stained red, as she pulled away, her belly filled and hunger sated. What a feast it had been, the rump of the elk torn bone dry, marrow suckled from the iliac crest of its hip. Tangled marks of scrapes hung across that bone that was evidence of her feasting, spine broken and missing segments that littered the ground as she had worked her way through muscle into the tender contents of the stomach, pulling the thick red band of intestine that was now resting in her own digestive tract. She licked her black lips lazily, the white would remain pink for the next few days, but that didn’t bother her, she was a well fed Kerl this day, the bones that showed through her skin and the malnutrition that came from sometimes not being able to eat showed in her lithe figure, but her belly was swollen with food.
She padded a short distance away from the carcass, allowing the other two to finish their eating at their own leisure, and she preened her forepaws as she waited, nibbling out thorns and twigs that stuck in her pelt.
Lykos finished his meal and when he looked up he noticed it was dark out. His dark green eyes piercing the darkness he looked at Linnaea who was done eating, he then looked at Midian who seemed to be finishing . Once Midian finished Lykos decided he should leave "I must leave here and explore these lands" said Lykos in a deep voice "I hope you enjoyed the meat and Midian I hope your adventures to find Harja go well" he said turning toward the moon and while he walked away he wondered if Midian would find Harja and if Linnaea would find her family.
(well, I think this is a good time to bring our thread to a close; what d'you think BT?)
His sharp fangs quickly tore into the elk's flank, ripping it to shreds, and before he could stop to ponder just how it had beautifully blossomed to show him the dark red meat within, his muzzle was buried into the red flesh. He bit eagerly, rarely pausing to chew as his food slid like butter down his throat. His thoughts, it seemed, had been momentarily suspended, leaving him to feel almost weightless as he devoured his meal. The creatures around him were only briefly understood to be Varg, and though they were not related, they shared a bond between them that strengthened with every bite. They were wolves - fierce and proud and cunning - and together they feasted, sharing the kill of one to benefit the whole. He once came close to one of the two - Linnaea, perhaps, though it could have just as easily been Lykos - and with the bloodlust upon him, he growled at the wolf with his eyes wide open until he slowly fell away, back to an unclaimed portion of their meal.
It was not a snarl made in anger, however, and when his fervor had subsided and he began to regain control of himself, he hardly even remembered the glorious feast, much less the jostling that must have occurred between the three. All he knew for certain was that he felt full and dreamy, as if woken from a warm, peaceful nap. He licked his lips. With half-lidded eyes, he too meandered a short way from the carcass. Midian laid down, and in the darkness, as he continued to clean his muzzle of the stained blood, he glanced at the mottled drappa, and then to the inky black dragga. His eyes shone like bright lights in the dark whenever bits of moonlight would fall upon them, and he felt wild and free and completely content. It was the first in a long time that he had enjoyed himself so thoroughly.
So when he saw Lykos begin to leave, his heart dropped in sadness. He hardly knew the black Kerl, and although he'd been afraid of him just moments before, he was disappointed to see Lykos leaving. 'I wonder where he will go, or if I'll ever see him again,' the amber youth thought, tilting his head quizzically. Before Lykos disappeared completely, Midian called out to him: "Good hunting, Lykos! Perhaps we'll meet again," and with that, the black wolf disappeared from view. Midian stared after him for a moment, his head full of wonders, until he remembered himself, and he looked his tri-hued companion with big eyes. He grinned at her apologetically. "I'm afraid I'll have to say goodbye too. I need to get home, before my mother begins to worry." He stood up slowly, delighted by the food in his belly and the new strength in his paws. He wagged his tail, and turned around to find the path he'd once been on, intent on following it home with haste. Before he trotted away, however, he looked back at the she-wolf, and said with a happy smile, "I hope I see you again too. Deor, you said, right? To see your family?" He inhaled, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I'm glad I met you Linnaea. Maybe next time we meet - um, if there is a next time, that is - we can swap some stories. I'll bet you have some great ones, right? Well... um, good hunting to you too," he said, and with a wag of his fluffy tail, he trotted into the woods, feeling utterly proud of himself for making new friends.
Son of Ayasha and Kaemon Brother to Raine, Bellona, and Vera 3rd generation wolfdog
Short cruddy ending, sorry it took me forever too. It's rather difficult to get back into the swing of being here.
“Safe trip to you, young Midian.” Linnaea said gently with a smile. “And to you as well Lykos, may Tor and Fenris smile upon your paths, I do hope we will meet again.” Her tail swayed in small wispy arcs, she remained laying where she’d picked, it was the evening and she was in no rush or hurry. “I might visit Ge-Rad on my way through, if I do I shall like to say hello to you.” the Kerl’s eyes twinkled. “Perhaps by then you can tell me of your journey to Harja.”
Perhaps a foolish thing to say, maybe it would’ve been better to drown the dreams of the cub, but then what kind of care-giver would she become if she decided to crush the heart of one so young. She thought of Grell then, the cub whom she’d created tales and wove stories with beneath the waterfall, perhaps she would visit there as well, and the beautiful gem that was hiding behind.
Linnaea watched as Midian and Lykos both went their ways, one back towards the world of Ge-Rad and the life of a pack wolf, and the other towards freedom – or at least what she saw freedom as. A though peaked in her mind, whispered sweet nothing’s in her ear, and she began to create plans of her visits, she was plotting where to go next.
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