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Post by Dax Ehzno on Feb 28, 2009 20:06:24 GMT -5
Life was once again beginning to trickle through the barren veins of Transylvania as winter’s clutch began to weaken. The loam that had previously swathed in a pallid blanket was now prickling through; short, frayed grasses were beginning to salvage their lost color and were once again reverting back to a lush green. Along the skyline there was a fence of trees, long branching reaching to caress the sky like so many gnarled, budding fingers. Pines and firs dotted the landscape and the occasional fat shrubs bunched together. Above the empty meadow, Fenris’ amber gaze kissed the world, his flaming orb swallowing the seasonable chill and warming the stalks of grass that flailed in the wind.
Pelage was not unlike that of the average Carpathian timber wolf; both his body and brow were a near agouti mixture of smooth gray and russet, albeit a striking red was spattered along his shoulders and became increasingly traceable down his hind legs to his hocks and his lean body ended in a full, lush tail that was almost of a pure ginger hue. His verdant coat did not reflect the lifestyle of an average Kerl and of this Dax was dreadfully proud. His body itself was slender, his ribcage full but tapering back into a slender belly that then tucked away into a shaggy curtain of gray fur that ran down his haunches. The mann’s legs were elongated and lanky, though the skin and tan fur stretched taut across the sinewy muscles that wrapped around his bones and granted him a lithe and limber strength. They ended in bulky paws, ones that seemed out of place and left behind paw prints that belied his actual form. His eyes were hued a raw cerulean and were ringed in a dusty silver that led down to charcoal fur that gave his visage the impression of constant elatedness. His muzzle was of no extreme length; in fact it was rather short and wide. His ears, acute in their senses, were wide and place rather far forward on his head. Their delicate insides were a vivid white, though their tips remained a sharp black whose color trembled from russet to silver to an umbra red.
The wolf’s paws sank slightly with each stride he took, the wet underground slowly seeping up. The short furs of his hocks were beginning to cling together from the mix of moist earth and morning dew as he loped easily across the wide expanse of the meadow. Blackened nares flared as the pungently sharp scents of other canines stung his senses and beneath his slight bulk his wiry limbs churned, eating up the ground beneath him with a rollicking gait. Although he paid little mind to where he was going, every footfall seemed evenly placed and he moved across the terrain with a liquid grace that was not normally seen in Vargs of his build. The mann slowed, tongue lolling from his open maw and his cupped auds twitching as a manifold of lera chirped and screeched and sang. His thick tassel rose with his sense of contentedness; here, in the midst of the world, in this vast expanse of endless open grasses, Dax was in his element.
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Post by Sammorra on Mar 1, 2009 16:35:34 GMT -5
Semmorra padded through the lush meadow aware of everything that moved, the brilliant sun shining shining down upon her tawny ginger pelt. She moved with lithe and grace, her true prowess as the greatest of putnar showing through. As she treaded through the changing grass and seedlings, the birds singing their songs of love, she heard a most curious noise. Her ears pricked forward and on swiveled to the side, alert for everything.
Semmorra crouched low to the ground, her golden green eyes intense and waiting. The hackles on her pelt rose, she had it now. Slowly and timidly a small rabbit poked its head from its burrow and crawled out when it thought it was safe. Like lightning she shot out and grabbed the lera between its neck and tried to hold on but the rabbit kicked her in her eye. Howling in pain, she dropped the rabbit, and pawed at her eye.
It burned and smarted still, but nothing was more damaged than Semmorra's dignity, but at least she cought a feildmouse to compensate for her lost quarry. She stood in the breeze, scenting the air, to see what the wind brought to her today. It brought another wolf to her senses.
Curious she followed the scent, her lean body fitting easily between the shallow grasses, when she felt the wind explode a few leaps in front of her.
A great blur of gray flashed past her eyes and immediately she froze, wondering what devil was on the creature's tail.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 2, 2009 16:32:14 GMT -5
Lifting his ginger banner, the Varg’s brow furrowed and his flared with the invading scent of another canine. He cocked his head, ever curious, and padded back around the way he came before ambling into a languid lope to compensate for the space he had left between them. The scent of a recent kill was cloying in the air, and, mingling with the pungent smell of a she-wolf, stung Dax’s keen senses. The hoary male pricked his auds forward and loosened his lips into a light smile as he approached the amber fae. With a gentle woof he slowed; stepping tentatively ahead he voiced a soft “Hullo.”.
With a crooked smile he let his eyes meet the sharp gold ones of the slender femme and his dipped his head in greeting. “I’m Dax,” he added as an aside.
OOC: Sorry, not much to work with, I know. >.< They'll be longer as the thread plays out, promise.
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Post by Sammorra on Mar 2, 2009 20:08:21 GMT -5
Semmorras' ears pricked as she heard the sound of the creature coming back. Semmorra took her bravest stance and growled softly, when she saw a gray muzzle poke through the grass, and behind it came the muzzle of another pup, a mann in fact. She heard his voice and immediately knew no harm would come to her. Relaxing a bit, she lifted her tail and answered "hiya, my name's Semmorra" she said. Semmorra wondered to herself what made the young varg run so fast, and being the age she was, she asked out loud "whyya runnin' so fast? you scared me." Semmorra looked at the varg and lifted her tail happily, awaiting his response.OOc: tis fine, i can write with pretty much anything
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 2, 2009 23:00:19 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, um...just so you know- Dax isn't a pup, he's arund three and a half years old /OOC Peering down at the bright little pup, Dax flashed her a toothy grin and let his own tail wag. Before his trek to Transylvania’s hub, the Varg had spent the majority of his excess time sitting for whelping mothers who had footloose paws and were ready to return to hunting with the remainder of the pack. This tawny cherry fae before him brought to mind one of his sisters, Alba, and her cheerful outgoingness. Pushing his rump into the air, Dax’s forelegs trembled as he stretched and gave a cavernous yawn, pink tongue drooping out the side of his maw before shaking his head to right himself and answering her prompt question.
“Well hullo Semmorra,” he answered breezily, “I’m sorry if I frightened you, and I don’t really have a reason I suppose- but, then again, it is one of the claims of the putnar, is it not? To be able to beat the wind? I love to run.” He looked at her curiously before furrowing his brow once more and asking, “Why is a little fae like yourself outside of your packlands?”
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Post by Sammorra on Mar 3, 2009 10:13:19 GMT -5
OOC: sorry. btw, my charries at least a year and a half, kind of daftheaded still. Sammorra's ears flattened only slightly, she was used to this question, though it still pained her. "uhmn, Dax," she smiled feebly while her tail lowered, "my homeland lay to the southern borders, but ah, i'm a...an.aa" Semmorra struggled to remember the word her pack's nurse spat at her.. "oh yeah, a kkerrl. yeah a kerl." her tail dropped slightly. " i dont know, i remember coming here with my brothers and sister, when i was just a pup. But the humans burning air killed....." Semmorra didnt want to finish, she had just been able to ignore the pain. "But, the nurse in the pack is still alive, but she's gone, uhmm, crazy." she smiled weakly. "So whaddya doin out here, if i may ask you as well?" Semmorra gave a wolfish grin, waving her bushy tail.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 3, 2009 12:18:21 GMT -5
OOC: No worries, and I'm keep that in mind. I guess we should have told each other how old our characters were first /OOC A look of contrite confusion flashed across Dax's face in the form of a grimace as Semmorra's catchy bubbliness immediately faded into something far less comforting. Worried he had caused some great emotional memory to bristle up, the male listened to her short story with wide eyes. You always take things too far, he reprimanded himself, feeling foolish, You shouldn't have made the poor femme divulge such painful information. Unable to sidestep his erroneous question, Dax lowered his own tail and let his auds cling to his skull. "I'm sorry about your, ah, losses, Semmorra. At least you're hear now, though, right?" His voice rose at the end ina question, though he hoped her answer would make him feel better, too.
To his surprise the she-wolf seemed to recover quickly and he raised an eyebrow, letting a smile curl around his mottled maw. "Well, I suppose I'm out here because I haven't made the trek to any packlands yet- still exploring the land and such, you know," He grinned back at the fae and let his own lush tail wag. "But I don't plan on being a nomad forever. Do you? I find the life of a kerl to be quite uninteresting, to be honest. I don't like being by myself so much."
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Post by Sammorra on Mar 3, 2009 13:07:12 GMT -5
Sighing, Semmorra looked at the varg and nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah it is lonely, i miss playing with my brother. But it does have an upside," she grinned, "being a kerl teaches you to be strong, and also how to survive." she admitted, self-consciously looking at her narrow ribs. "ah, one unfortunate thing about this situation is, when you're still too young to hunt." she said more to herself then him. "Ah but tis it not glorious to wander though?" she sighed. OOC: sorry, tis short, i got kicked off computer, i'll be back shortly though.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 3, 2009 14:06:50 GMT -5
Feeling rather in debt for having her share a bit of her own life, Dax nodded along with her as she spoke of her sibling. "I had several brothers and sisters, and I miss them more now that I'm not around them anymore. I think you would have liked my sister; she's a spitting image of yourself." At the bit about the life of a Kerl, Dax lifted his tassel proudly, the bright ginger luster catching the light. He was an overall well-built Varg; a wandering, foraging life hadn't done much to damper his spirit or his health. His eyes followed hers and he glanced toward her thin frame, frowning when he noticed the sharp curve of her ribs pressing against her tawny pelt. "It's more difficult to hunt in the winter," he said gently, not wishing to belittle her hunting skills. "And it'll get easier as you age. Or if you receive admittance to a pack...then, you'll never be alone and you can revel in the rush of a kill with all of your packmates."
He nodded with a blissful smile; indeed, for a mann with footloose paws it would be almost a burden to have that tendency impeded. "That’s why I left my old pack,” he explained, ”My need to wander outweighed my willingness to mind pups.”
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Post by Sammorra on Mar 4, 2009 16:47:53 GMT -5
Understanding lit in Semmorra's eyes, as she looked at the varg in a new light. Slightly she lifted her muzzle to the sky and scented the fresh water streams with all the small lera. Blissfully unaware of the other varg's shyness she looked right at him and smiled wide. She felt the wind ruffle through her fur, as sundown cast its brilliant orange blanket over the meadow. "Well dax, twould be fine to join a proper pack, and as you said, must we roam, so shall we?" she asked. Secretly she hoped this newcomer would show her a few tricks on how to properly hunt. After consideration, she carefully asked," umm hey dax? this might sound weird but could you help me with something?" Semmorra implored. "Being a Kerl is wonderful and everything, but its terrible when you dont know how to hunt right.." she ventured, hoping he would understand.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 5, 2009 10:37:47 GMT -5
Feeling rather uncomfortable under the young fae's jade-flecked gaze, the tawny grizzled mann flicked his thick ginger tail and offered her his own smile in return. He turned his own muzzle toward the horizon, where Fenris was making his nightly descent from the sky in his usual phantasmagorical light show- no master of light or polytechnics could ever match the brilliant sunburst that splayed itself across the Carpathian skyline. The pair of lupines stood in what Dax considered to be quite an awkward silence and he felt his skin heating in what would have been a blush if he had only not had fur, and this flush deepened as Semmorra quietly addressed him. At the implied question, however, his softly cyan eyes grew wide. "Y-you want me to show y...." He let the sentence trail off, and as he mulled it over he realized that, even if this fae was not one with substantial pride, it probably hadn't been incredibly easy for her to ask a near stranger to give her hunting tips.
This is not to say, however, that Dax Ehzno was not a good hunter. While he could not take down a full on red or fallow stag by himself- few wolves could, especially ones of his lean stature, although, admittedly, he could outrun one- he had been successful in his younger years on bringing down a chamois with the assistance of one of his younger brothers. The memory sparked a momentary sadness in him, but as he looked as Semmorra and thought of Alba he nodded, licking his lips and choosing his words very carefully. "Well, I hope you aren't thinking that any bad luck you're having right now is going to extend into Spring or Summer- even the most lacking Varg can catch small lera then. Even pups, if they try hard enough." Raising his tail proudly, he grinned and added, "When I was a pup, my Dragga always said Id be lead hunter some day- although, now that I think about it, I think it was a consolation for me never being lead warrior. But, anyway- if you'd like to, we can go try and catch something now, and see where our luck gets us. To be honest, most of hunting is pure instinct, you understand...but, it also depends on your training. Did your parents ever help teach you?" Not remembering her earlier demeanor when questioned about her past until the words tumbled from his lips, he instantly regretted the question and tried to quickly get away from it. He cursed himself silently, but continued. "If you're going for something small, like a rabbit or a stoat, you always need to make sure that when you go for it, you go for its throat. And stay away from a rabbit's hind legs, and a stoat's mouth. All you really need to remember to do to prevent ones escape is lift it off the ground, because if a small animal like that can get any traction or footing at all, it's typically gone."
He swished his banner back and forth and cocked his head toward Semmorra. "So, what would you like to do? Small lera, or something more...challenging?"
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Post by Sammorra on Mar 6, 2009 13:00:49 GMT -5
Semmorra's heart pounded in her ears as the older varg gave her an answer. It seemed as though it twould be more proper, to have a teacher. Sensing Dax's unconfortable silence, she smiled and said "Let's try something that requires, skill..my father used to say that skill and instinct make the best of hunters." she beamed. Her auburn body shook with slight anticipation, as if she could already feel the sweet rush of adrenaline flowing freely though her. Semmorra shook these thoughts from her head, she needed to let her mind take over for the hunt, not the kill. The sun began to dip lower into its earthen grave, while Semmorra's angst grew. She was a daughter of the moon, and the sweet night air thrilled her as the blanket of stars swept over the meadow. "Should we start now? Or in the morning?" she asked. Either way was fine for her.
Semmorra remembered a technique her mother had taught her, how to feel the ground itself. As she breathed, she felt as if the mann were watching her, so she stopped her ritual and laughed, despite the awkward moment. "Thank you Dax." she sighed. She was eager to learn, especially from her latest run-in with a rabbit. She shivered, and looked at the varg, his stance seeming wary but accepting. Semmorra hoped to alleviate his demeanor. "you know dax, its okay. when a loved one dies." she said quietky looking into the stars, her golden eyes sparkling. "Because it means they give you the chance to grow and be stronger. Every one leaves for a reason, but they never leave without love.". Sighing to herself she hoped he would understand. Her tail lowered slightly at the thought of her brother and sister but then she brighted, because she knew that everything would be alright. Somehow....
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 7, 2009 16:57:21 GMT -5
The silver male flashed the tawny she-wolf a grin and nodded; her words were only too true. The scent of her excitement coiled through the air and as it reached his nares Dax felt his own lean muscles tighten as he could feel his bdy swelling with the usual inaudible hum that very putnar surely felt. The colors of the evening sky began to tumble into something less bright and more sallow as Fenris held his muzzle to Tor and kissed her into an ascent. Already dusk began to fill the air with the calls and cries of the lera before they nested for the night, and for a brief moment, Dax missed home- his own den, next to his siblings. Turning his cyan gaze to the fae, he thought for a moment before choosing. "While I would like to start now, I'm afraid that we wouldn't have much luck...and I don't want you to think I'm an awful hunter." Looking around them, he sighed before adding, "Not to mention, the wind will probably be dead until morning, and in such a large field, it's essential. And I don't kno about you, but I haven't eaten in a day or two- and one measly, winter-bare rabbit or vole won't be enough to feed me, or you, and definitely not the two of us. So the morning will probably be best...early, before all the lera are fully alert."
He turned again, surveying the field, though he watched the tawny femme with keen interest out of the corner of his eye. She caught him looking, though, and he felt that well-known heat of a blush ravage his fur and he quickly turned his gaze elsewhere. At her words, he quickly nodded. "It's no problem at all; I've missed having company and after you've hunted with a pack your whole life, it's really not fun to do it by yourself." The two waited in silence, both gazing towards the stars. They made him feel insignificant, as though his whole life had no value. He resented the stars, or perhaps he was only jealous- the way that, even after they died, they would still shine and shine and shine. If a wolf died, his memory might linger for a while, but it would eventually be forgotten. Dax feared death above anything else.
With eyes wide, he listened to the fae, nodding along with her words. "That's lovely," he murmured. "I've never heard it put that way before." Again, a blanket of quiet drew itself between the two Vargs, and he hesitated before he broke it. "So, Semmora, are you thinking of joining a pack?"
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Post by Sammorra on Mar 8, 2009 15:05:49 GMT -5
Semmorra felt a blush begin as she felt the vargs eyes upon her, and grew worse as she found him looking at him. Nervously pawing at the ground with her black paw, she smiled at the varg's words. To belong....again....would be the greatest joy....she thought to herself. "Yes, when the time comes, i shall join a pack, but im merely missing the comraderie." she replied. "Yeah, you're right, but still would be nice to hunt at night. My father said thats when you can catch the biggest bull unawares, but its also the most dangerous. But whats a little danger to that prize?" she said, the mere thought sending thrills through her body. "But yes, lets wait for morning." she sighed, though she could her her belly rumble. Semmorra sat upon her haunches to avoid the noise escaping and grinned wolfishly at the mann. "So do you plan on joining a pack Dax, or will you return to your brethren of old?" she queried. Semmorra could tasted the night air, exuberant and alive though she did her best to ignore it as she waited for the varg's reply, her golden eys alert and gleaming.
Semmorra looked to the rising moon, watching its glowing eye open until the most beautiful iris in the world flowered and bloomed. Such love filled semmorra's heart that she blurted out, "You know Dax, the night is so beautiful, i truly believe its better than daylight, for only the moon can truly inspire us." she laughed. Then immediatley afterward she felt foolishe, so she sheepishly grinned at Dax.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 8, 2009 15:51:26 GMT -5
Dax was becoming quite disheartened as, to him at least, the time the two spent together was becoming increasingly awkward. The male loved the companionship of faes in general, but he was a bit...shy. They always made him feel rather foolish, and too young, and he often wished that he could see inside their heads, see a map of their brains. He frowned in confusion as her gentle voice nudged his ears. "What do you mean?"
He nodded in agreement. "Your father is right, but to be honest I don't want to risk anything. One of those tines could seriously injure you or me, and I don't know about you, but I certainly hold no knowledge of healing herbs." As he said this, however, his own stomach grumbled at him and he felt his stomach quiver. Grimacing, he looked quickly away. "Hopefully conversation can staunch our hunger 'til the morning." He let his eyes run over her lean bodice, taking in her odd coloring for the first time and finding it to be both peculiar and special. He had never seen a wolf without a typical pelt, and he had never seen a hybrid, although this was mildly contradicting once one noticed his hazy blue orbs. If they were untypical of a Varg, he wouldn't know; the majority of his pack had come from around the same lineage and so most of them sported cyan or amber eyes.
At Semmorra's question, his visage darkened and he pointedly looked away, feeling hard-pressed for an answer. "I plan on joining one of the closer packs; I left my family on my own accord. I think that if the leadership changed, I would feel more relaxed about returning...the Alpha's son and myself got into a rift, you might say, and it led to my dismissal." He smiled crookedly before adding, "It's no matter though, I'm sure I will see them another time. It's really my siblings I truly miss; I grew up like a father-figure instead of a brother." He followed her gaze to the moon, though he looked at her instead, extremely curious about this fae.
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