Winds of Change [[P-Styr]]

[Ayame]

It had now been many moons since Ayame’s battle with the Deorian Drappa. She had healed nicely, though in the cold coming months her injury would be sure to bother her. She shrugged it off as if it was nothing and continued her patrol around Lists boarder. As she did so she thought back to the night that her two young mann had brought her home from her bloody battle. She never would have made it without Oren and Styr, they gave her more strength that night then they would ever know, they gave her a reason to live.

A cold breeze ruffled her new downy pelt, Ayame’s winter coat had grown in nicely and left her looking even larger then she already was. Plus it helped cover the small healed scars left over from her battle with Mist. The one thing that remained was the flame-like scar, it was too large to be hidden, so she wore it proud like a metal from a war. She gently licked the scar and continued on her way. She looked down the mountain, autumn fire was still a lit on the rest of Transylvania, bright oranges, reds and yellows danced in the trees. It was a beautiful site, one which mesmerized the fae from time to time. But up in the mountainous lands of List, it was like winter had already set in. Snow covered the mountain peaks, the clouds seem to form a halo around the mountains which only meant more snow and a bad winter for List. While the wind should just now be a cool crisp breeze, it became a frigid gust up in the mountains. Soon ice and snow would cover the ground and winter would be in fool blast.

Fenris was just coming over the horizon lighting up the beautiful grounds. The ebon fae sat back on her haunches and watched as everything came to life. Soon others would be up and about and another day would be over and done before they knew it. A gust of wind blew, causing Ayame to turn her head slightly and squint to avoid debris getting in her fiery hues. With the wind came a welcomed scent, one she missed dearly. She stood up once more and looked down the mountain, soon appeared her dearest gray slated mann, Styr. The ebon fae muzzle rose to the sky, and she let out a howl to call him to her. She expected to see the rusty mann with him, but there was no sight of him. Had they parted ways to hunt once more she wondered? Soon she would have her answers, soon she would be reunited with one of her “sons” again.

[Styr]

Sorry for the wait on this Ayame x3 I suck at getting these things up on time =S I promise I'll be a little more prompt in the future! =3

Winter was coming like an icy blanket to the lands of Transylvania; slowly at first through the autumn months, and then faster and more deadly now the world was coming to the new year. The animals of the land were already preparing for the on-coming months, stocking up on food ready to be comsumed if and when they needed it. Sadly, unlike the animals who hibernate, the wolves of the land had to face the brunt of winter. The snow, the lack of food, the cold... The empty, bitter place that earth became when the going got tough. Through the growing Twilight, a slate-blue mann made his way up the hills. Styr's mind was set on finding his brother before sun down, seeing as the two had plans to go looking for a form of food later on. His slatey coloured ears pricked, searching for anything that sounded familiar.

Despite only having lived through one winter, Styr's memory re-called all the smells and scents that he'd found so interesting the last time he'd sniffed them. His maw broke out into a grin, and he let out a happy howl; half to expess how alive he felt, and partly to see if Oren would respond if he was in the vicinity. The cub - despite him being a year old, he still physically resembled one, lanky and awkward, not quite fully grown - picked up his pace as he came to the path he wanted to head up. Only moments later, his eyes clocked a large jet black figure on the horizon, casting a shadow on the land below. He squinted, his mind taking in the features, just as his memory recognised the lingering figure, a happy howl met his ears. Ayame!! He yelped excitedly, and charged up the hill toward the firey hued fae.

"Ayame! How are you?" He called, his voice becoming more of a rumble rather than the squeak his adoptive mother would remember from their last encounter. The last time he'd helped her with the help of his brother to get her home from a terrible fight that she'd been involved in. Styr's mind was alight with happiness, he loved the ebony fae with all his heart, as if she was his mother. He nuzzled her, his bright green eyes finding hers, and grinning widely at her. "You're looking a lot better than the last time I saw you! Hows that cut healed? Hows life been treating you?" He fired the questions out like a spit-fire; one after another. The excitement in his voice made it slightly squeaky, and he nuzzled her again. "Oh, how I've missed you!" [/blockquote]

[Ayame]

The ebon fae’s heart began to beat faster as she saw the slate mann running with excitement towards her and she yipped in excitement herself; it had been too long since she had seen her son and she missed him dearly. Since the moment Ayame first met the trouble making duo, she was connected to them some how and she spent all the time she could with them making sure they had everything they needed and making sure they didn’t get themselves into too much trouble. Now that they were older they had been spending more and more time on their own, which was only to be expected. The ebon fae was grateful for every minute she got to spend with them, even if it was few and far between.

Suddenly Ayame couldn’t hold in her excitement any more, and she sprang from her position running as fast as she could towards Styr. The frigid crisp air flowing through her long downy fur, and her tail wagging happily behind her; when she reached the young slate mann, she greeted him with a motherly nuzzle and lick on the muzzle with whines of joy emitting from her maw. “My son, it has been far too long since our last meeting, it’s good to see you healthy.” A giant smile was placed upon her maw, she was truly happiest when she was with her sons. There’s nothing that could ruin her day now, it could only get better from here.

Her slate mann couldn’t control himself and began spitting out question after question and Ayame just began to chuckle. Resting back on her haunches, her tail wagged contently behind her; “I am very well, and much better now that I have you by my side.” She smiled lovingly at her son, “Yes I have healed quite nicely, just the one scar left, which looks like will be with me forever.” Ayame smiled at Styr, and welcomed his loving nuzzles, there is nothing like the love from a son or daughter, even if they are just your adopted pups.

“I hope you and your brother haven’t been causing too much trouble.” She said with a wink so he would know that she was half way playing with him and half way serious. “I hope you have learned from my mistakes that causing trouble can lead to more trouble for your self.” She rose to her large paws again, and nodded for Styr to follow, “Come with me while I patrol and tell me what has been going on since the last time I saw you, this way you can also learn List’s boundaries.” Ayame began to make her way back up the hill and continue her patrol; she wondered what Styr had decided to do, would he join his brother in his quest to join List, or had he decided to remain a kerl. There would be plenty of time for this subject to come up, today’s visit was just beginning.