.Enchanting.Days.of.Summer

[Tarkah]

((hopefully I'll be really active with this thread! hehe!! *crosses fingers* well this is open to all of deor ^^))

The summer breeze was aloft with sweet scents of flora and the heat though blistering at times brought warmth to those who had remembered the harsh winters of last season. The lands seemed to have lifted up in spirits ever since the lands had been ridden of the heavy snow. Spring had sprung and along with it many new lera, opening their eyes for the very first time to view the world that lived around them. In turn they lived in the world. Their eyes would see the brilliance of new life, new wonders, the world before they learn of destruction and hatred. Death and loss.
But for now they would see and only hear of love and beauty, and the curious lure of knowledge of the world that blooms around them, molding them into their future selves.
But the circle of life never stops and so the season of spring passed and as the summer grew so did the lera. They grew in knowledge of the world, learning from elders as they perched in the wonderful rank of pupil. Learning the wonders and the dangers that lurks. How the deer fear the wolves, or how to spread your wings and fly...

The summer was thick, the heat had risen and the sky gleamed spotless of any darkening clouds that ushered the fall of rain. The best hideouts in these kinds of weather's were in the deep thickets, in the depths of the cool burrows and dens. Beneath a set of bracken a ivory figure shook. It's form rising and falling as it followed its steady breath. The arctic female stirred, eyelids fluttering to reveal remarkable golden oculars. It's black ears twitched as it stood in monotone contrast to the rest of its pelt of gleaming white. She called herself Tarah, the drappa of a pack of brimming vargs. The femme stood, stretching her long white legs as she looked around. Though she was the drappa of the Koran, her surroundings were not close to her beloved homelands. Here she was in kerl territory, resting from the days journey to another's pack lands. One that she had not visited in many moons. So many that she had lost count. Her relation to the pack was from it's late drappa. A wondrous female who had managed to lead the pack by herself aswell. She was a loving wolf and Tarkah had remembered the days when she was in her pack, those were the puppy days. Those days that lasted in the spring air. The days of innocent youth. Tarkah smiled at the remembrance. She had came to visit the pack of Deor frequently for she and the late drappa Aztec was as close as sisters, and that being in the same pack, when it all began for Tarkah. The snow white drappa had realized that it had been a long while since she had visited Deor. The death of Aztec had hurt Tarkah and it seemed that everyone she knew was soon to be losing themselves and traveling to the heavens of Tor and Fenris.

Tarkah continued her journey, it would not be long now, she knew for now it was late afternoon, the sun was past its hottest and that was when Tarkah had rested. Deor lands were not far and by dusk she would be there. So Tarkah walked on, thinking about the days of summer and the long spring that had left with one last cool breeze. And Tarkah admired Spring. For she had brought life. She had defeated the wraths and the hardships of winter and with her she had brought life. Life to the lera, life to the flora and life to the land. Tarkah too had had another litter, but with the growth and the coming of summer she knew it was only natural that her pups would have left her. It was natural for them to seek their own homes and not linger among the protection of their mother. Tarkah sighed, her mate so close and dear had suddenly seem so far away. She shrugged off the feeling and walked on, thinking of the future and the past of happy memories, or what happiness she could find herself with.

By the time Tarkah had reached the hillock she could see the vast beauty of Deor stretch out before her eyes. Tarkah smiled at the sight. She could remember the unique scent of Deor, it's wondrous forests that sprouted in a maze like formation. Tarkah dipped her muzzle and continued forth. She knew that there wouldn't be many wolves there that she knew but Tarkah knew Bent Time would be there and it had been a while since she had last talked to the nurse. Excitement inflamed the arctic varg as she ran from her slope and towards the dwellings of Deor. Tarkah could see the border, though invisible she knew where their territory begun. The drapap stopped, her neck bristling. She scented the borders and she knew it was from the new dragga. Tarkah had not been formal acquaintances with the new dragga. She had only met him briefly , but perhaps it was time now to address herself to him. Tarkah padded forth and broke through the invisible barrier that held out kerls and other vargs not of Deor.

Tarkah walked on, the scent of Deor attacking her from all directions. The canopy of the trees were wonderful as the darkening skies illuminated them in a pale red. Evening had finally come.
Tarkah searched the scenery with her golden eyes and when she had entered an ample clearing she had stopped. Her tail was angled in caution and her neck bristled in defense. Ears pricked to hear the chorus of crickets as she threw her head back and let out a long melodious howl that told of her presence, her peace and her arrival to the Deor lands.

[okamiwolf]

((You know that I had to be the first of Deor to post. ^x^))

BT’s silver lids parted to reveal equally gray orbs that seemed to hold no real pupil. In fact, the nurse’s eyes could fool any into thinking that she was blind. Her cranium lifted as silver tipped black audits perked to the sounds of a familiar voice. Her slim figurine lifted onto four stilts as her dainty paws glided over the earth toward the one that called. She recognized the voice to belong to Tarkah, a Varg that she’d not come across in many suns, yet she could just recall the white fae.

Bent Time could only recall one time of ever meeting the Drappa of Koran, and she must admit that it hadn’t been under the best of circumstances. There had been a war going on between List and them, the Deor pack was allies with Koran, and it seemed that List was in allegiance with the Balkar. It was most unfortunate that they had to meet at a battle for territory and food.

She paused when she could just see a snowy figure through the brush and bracken and smiled. She was right, it was Tarkah. Her silver, white flecked black form emerged from both shadows and foliage to meet the sight of her acquaintance and she dipped her sleek silver muzzle in respect for the Alpha. “Good to see you again, Tarkah.” She murred softly, her silky voice only just above a whisper.

[Draeg]

In the vast forest of Deor a lone figure emerged from the brush, his amber fur shining a brilliant gold in the suns warm light. He stood proud and tall with his unusually large bushy tail held high in the air like a banner, numerous scars laced his entire body though the most distinguishing amongst them was a large gash running down along his right eye. Moving swiftly through the bracken he quickly made his way toward Deor’s borders in an attempt to locate the varg that had entered the packlands and his new home, though he had only just joined Deor and hadn’t acquainted himself with all its members Draeg had become very protective of his newfound pack.

The amber varg had been asleep when Tarkah’s howl had rung out across the land, rousing him from his slumber and prompting him to investigate and check if the newcomer could possibly pose a threat to the pack. When Draeg finally arrived at his intended destination he could see BT, the pack nurse, deep in conversation with an oddly familiar looking she-varg. BT appeared to know the stranger was apparently on good terms with her, leading Draeg to believe that she might be another member of Deor though having no real knowledge of his newfound pack or it’s members the amber varg wasn’t entirely sure whether the she was another packmate or simply just a wandering Kerl. In either case Draeg decided that if BT liked this new varg then she probably wasn’t much of a threat to the pack, still he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had seen her somewhere before. Rapping out a sharp bark to signal his arrival the amber varg made his way over to the pair, moving an easy pace until he was standing a few feet from them. “BT, good morning! Might I ask who your friend is?” Something about the strange femme warned Draeg to be wary of her, it was as if he had met her somewhere before.

Draeg had been unable to see Tarkah’s face upon his arrival, BT’s body had obscured much of the Koran Drappa’s form along with the dense bracken that had the amber wolf had been transversing. But now he had a clear view of the newcomer and as such the amber varg quickly took a moment to inspect her before continuing to exchange pleasantries. She was rather large for a femme with stunning white fur that oddly enough reminded Draeg of fresh mountain snow, she appeared to be late in her prime yet she still retain all of her youthful beauty, the rims of her ears were deep black, contrasting the rest of her shimming pelt, her eyes were a rich gold like that of her kind and Draeg instantly knew her to be like Sudak, she was an artic wolf. Upon seeing the ivory Drappa’s face Draeg’s muzzle pulled back into a menacing snarl and he found himself raising his hackles and adopting a more aggressive posture, memories of his self-exile in the mountains flooding his mind “Ember Lily!”

[okamiwolf]

"Draeg, it truely is a wonderful morning." BT smiled at him, her tail swaying with muffled glee. Tarkah was here after all, and it was so splendid to see her that BT hadn't even thought of Draeg not knowing her. It was a slight shock to hear him snarl 'Ember lily' at her. She gazed questioningly for a moment then snorted skeptically.

Her own hackles raised as this Ember person seemed to be not a very good acquaintence of Draeg. "I don't know who Ember whatever is, but you mind you manners Draeg," she snapped lightly. "That's Tarkah, Drappa of Koran that you're snarling at." she jerked her muzzle to indicate Tarkah, then smiled gently and seemed to return to her normal calm persona.

"Tarkah, this is Draeg, he's the newest member of Deor. And apparently hasn't met you yet." Bent Time relaxed back to her haunches, she was slightly distracted with the joy of having Tarkah visiting today. It had been too many moons since she'd seen her.

[Draeg]

Draeg jumped back slightly in surprise as BT snapped at him, glowering slightly at the pack nurse as she introduced the snow-furred femme. At this news Draeg’s eyes widened in shock and he quickly turned his gaze back toward the ivory Drappa. This was Tarkah, the Drappa of Koran, the same varg that had supposedly killed Bila of List, Demon’s Tarkah? The amber wolf yipped fearfully and lowered his head into a deep bow, uttering a stream of apologies as he lowered himself lower and lower to the ground until he was lying flat on the soft loam. “I-I-I apologies my lady…I had no idea…I’m new here and…it wasn’t my place to…I shouldn’t have jumped…forgive me.”

[Tarkah]

Tarkah muzzle slowly lowered and her lips sealed themselves again as her golden eyes looked around the Deor scenery, capturing its beauty and essence in its full glory. But the sound of rustling foliage made Tarkah perk and turn herself around to see a fae of silver, white and black tinged peltage. Tarkah smiled, her golden eyes meeting with the grey orbs of BT. Tarkah dipped her muzzle in respect for Bt, a close friend as she padded towards her, her white tassel swishing delightedly behind her.
Tarkah nodded and nuzzled her in greeting. "It's great to be back in Deor lands." Tarkah spoke softly, her words slow and soft. She was in no hurry to leave. "How have you been doing?" She asked. It had been a long while since she had visited. So far everything still seemed exactly the way it was. Except...Aztec was no longer leading. Tarkah felt a painful pang and she sighed looking back to BT but before she could utter another word, the rustling of bushes brought the knowing of another varg. Tarkah turned to see a red tinted he varg. One that she had never quite met before. She eyed him and tilted her head. He had reminded her of a varg named Crimson, she knew to be in Deor, but this was obviously not him. So she stood silent, her hackles bristling in defense, after all these were not her lands and she could still be looked upon as a trespasser.

Tarkah stepped forward, her head tilted but when the male had snarled at the arctic femora Tarkah jumped and her lips curled into a defense growl from being startled by the male's threat. But Tarkah let her lips fall, though they were still twitching. "Ember Lily?" She spoke, her eyes as sharp as slits. Tarkah then knew and grinned though she shook her head. True they had resembled, That being that Tarkah had birthed her, EL, one of the three adolescents. But Tarkah watched the male with brimming curiosity, what did he know about her daughter? Something that made him snarl so vicious when he had just laid eyes on the Dam. They were almost identical, both had black ears and ivory white pelt, except that Ember's pelt was dyed with a coat of soft red and Tarkah's was pure white. She then listened to BT growl at Draeg, telling him who the identity of their evening stranger was.

Tarkah smiled and then nodded to BT. She would have expected Draeg to snarl at her, if he knew that she was the Dam of Ember Lily but maybe he did not know yet for EL never took much gratitude for her mother. Instead the amber male had practically fallen to the floor. Tarkah blinked and starred at Draeg, eyebrow cocked.

Tarkah nodded to Draeg and smiled giving a chuckle, "It's quite alright, for I am still an intruder to your lands." Tarkah gave a nod, "You may get up." Tarkah said, her golden eyes watching him but were now soft and mellow. Tarkah had somehow seen the shock and something along the lines of fear. And Tarkah wondered what in Tor's name had he heard about her. Tarkah smiled, "Yes I'll be the Drappa of Koran and I am also The mother of Ember Lily, though I see it you have already met her" Tarkah said almost with a grimace, as if knowing already the meeting had not gone too well.

[okamiwolf]

BT herself half wondered why Draeg was slightly frantic with his apology. It was rather strange to see him drop to the ground in such a low bow, she didn’t think she’d ever seen a wolf show that much respect for anyone, whether it was an Alpha or not.

She smiled as she returned Tarkah’s nuzzle with her own, things had seemed to melt back to normal for the moment. “I’ve been doing fair, but very ready for the summer heat to go away.” She answers the question that they’d all left blank after Draeg had first appeared, but now they were adequate in company and apparently they could all enjoy the evening. “How about yourself, and you pack, how is Koran doing nowadays?”

Then BT showed her friendly affection to Draeg with a nudge off the ground and a nuzzle to his neck. There was no ill will between the pack mates, for now he was like a brother to her, as was everyone in the pack (except the girls, they were like sisters). In fact, BT thought that she might have heard of an Ember Lily coming to visit here, or was that Moon Crypt that had come?

[Chalos Autumn]

Ooc:[Will post here soon]

[Draeg]

A word from Tarkah coupled with a slight nudge from BT the amber wolf rose to his feet, still holding his head lower than the white Drappa’s in a sigh of submission. He felt stupid for snapping at the elder varg without having full knowledge of the situation and chided himself for not having better control over his emotions, knowing that he could’ve jeopardized the safety of Deor by inadvertently starting a war with another pack. Deor simply didn’t have the numbers to enter a war at this time. So this was Koran’s Drappa, Draeg had never met her before personally but he had heard stories about her from friends in both List and Koran itself. Somehow the artic Drappa didn’t strike him as the cold-blooded murderer Gryffin had portrayed her to be, it seemed Demon’s description had been a little more accurate but Draeg knew that one could never be too sure in such circumstances. For the time being he would reserve judgment and pay his respects as was required of him as a representative of Deor.

Upon hearing of Tarkah’s kinship to Ember Lily he looked back up at her again, a slight look of surprise on his plastered on his maw. Now he understood why the Koran Drappa bore such a striking resemblance to the Sarnes Craeft. His ears twitched slightly but he said nothing, it was not his place ill of someone else’s daughter…not to their face anyway. “I have, along with Kiora.” He nodded in reply. “As you can tell our meeting did not exactly go well.” He said nothing to answer BT’s question, knowing that it was directed toward their guest and that it wasn’t his place to answer for Tarkah. Draeg had recently been to Koran after having accidentally chased a hind into the packs boundaries, there he discovered Demon only moments after having finished giving birth to Lestat, he had learned of the packs new members and the loss of Demon’s mate Markaz. After learning of Demon’s plans for Lestat and promising not to reveal the pups true identity he had left and returned to Deor, keeping everything that he had learned that night to himself.

[Tarkah]

((sorry i took so long, was waiting for chalos to post. i think he forgot about this thread))

Tarkah looked over to B.T and smiled, "Yes the summer days are slowly dying once again I'm afraid." Tarkah sighed. It had yet again been another season. The youth of this year were already growing. Tarkah remembered this with her own litter of three this season. the nightmare Trio they were. Tarkah sighed. She had long ago gave up on trying to keep tabs on where they sneaked off to or what trouble they were causing. Though a mother's love for her children never dies.

Tarkah then turned her golden optics to look at BT "Yes, well Koran is doing well i's pose." she started. "Though our members are not as tight and close as they used to be, and our dragga.." Tarkah started and sighed. "He seems to have drifted apart." Tarkah said with sadness. She knew she should have forgave him, but she had forgave him for so many times that it had angered her. Her mate had left and come back and then had left again. Sending Tarkah into a whirlwind of pain, confusion and tainted love. But now he had returned, though his stay was always a hiatus on what would happen.

Tarkah then turned her attention to Draeg and grinned, sending out a small chuckle, "I see, I see" Tarkah said and she could only imagine what had happened on their meeting, "Kiora eh?" Tarkah had said and sighed, "I name them each differently and they go off changing their names." Tarkah said to no one in particular. "Lily,February, and Moon"

But she lost interest in pondering anymore and turned to Draeg, Tarkah could see the evident dislike in his eyes. Tarkah just smirked and let a grin wash over her maw.
Tarkah then cocked her head though, the scent of life drifting to her nares. Tarkah then looked to B.T "You have a birthing femme in your pack i sense?" Tarkah asked. She herself had birthed a few litters and helped nursed a few femmes as well. Tarkah could easily depict the scent out from all the other Deor perfumes.

She smiled, "good, that is good then. I remember B.T the last time deor had pups birthed into the pack, and that was a coupla seasons ago." Tarkah said though it was a sour memory, and a sad one at that to remember the former drappa and sister Aztec and when she gave birth to her pups.
Tarkah went on though, "May I know who is the Dam of the next deor generation?"

(yeah i know the thread was well before Firefly gave birth but i thought it would revive the thread and at least give us something to build off of)

[okamiwolf]

BT smiled again and glanced at Draeg, she would let him tell Tarkah about the litter. Meanwhile she paused to remember Aztec and her pups, though the names were largely forgotten, she still felt enough to know that they were missed (Tiger, Lasrachi, Tadd, and Tammeran if I’m remembering right). “Yes,” the graying nurse sighed, “I remember that day, quite clearly.”

Her voice had held a slight note of sorrow, which she largely shoved from her mind and just tried to enjoy this summer day. The warmth of Fenris beating down on her back, along with her companions. Her plume flicked wistfully, and her auditives twitched in unison.

//Yuck, not my best.//