Meeting of the West

[Faolan]

ooc sorry for the wait, and if its confusing...

The winter sky had never seemed to perfectly, nor the moon goddess so huge. A soft, cold blanket of snow settled, and no more fell, letting the world fall into a gentle stillness. A black and white fae sat, head thrown back, watching the star. Faolan sighed. She was nearly seven moons old, orphaned for five of them. She let out a lonely howl, letting travel across the barren landscape for as far as it would dare go. Lannie had surprised herself a moon ago when she let her first howl, and she still found wonder in all the expression she could put into it. Her voice was high, clear and more musical than some fae, recalling notes from the green isle she called home.

She missed a place she could barely remember. She let her song fade out to a soft silence, and rose onto her back legs, in an unconscious effort to be closer to the moon goddess. She stayed like that for a moment, then let herself fall backwards. Instead of the graceful landing she was going for, she tumbled into the snow and rolled down the slope a bit. Quietly she chuckled at herself. She was still as clumsy as ever. Perhaps that was something she would never grow out of. She smirked and shook her head. She lay on her back and gazed into the heavens. She thought of her life and were it was going. She was almost an adult. Okay, she had a ways to go, but, you know…

She no longer cried for her family, she missed them, but the hole in her chest is almost healed, leaving a shiny scar she would remember, but one that was whole, and would no longer rip and tear. She could now smile at the happy memories. Faolan shivered as a frigid breeze swept over the mountain side, ruffling her nearly adult coat. the shy fae was nearly fully grown, her features mature, she had almost grown into her paws, but she was still very small, not just petite, but small. Her ear still flopped over her silver eye whenever it had the chance, like some personal demon. Well, not quite, it was merely annoying. She let her voice rise again, but this time it was not as lonesome, nor as hurt. She watched the stars revolve around, and the universe pass by, ignoring the tiny creatures crawling on the little space they called home, and Lannie was so intrigued by this thought she didn’t hear something approaching

[Roanoke]

This land baffled the demon. All these strange customs and such odd language. Not to mentions these freak vargs that were all sorts of colors. Roa had personally seen a red and black one as well, a pretty pink. The western mann had heard of a vibrant green one as well as an orange one, who's pelt shown in the night like a vibrant beacon. What had happened to just your ordinary, tawnys, browns, grays, whites, and blacks. Roanoke shook his thick pelt out as to remind himself of the strange commodities he had seen, and put his mind back into his surroundings. White eyes flicked at the landscape, looking for anything and everything. A few moon lit moments passed and then, there it was, movement. The western demon moved closer to the edge of his precipice to see more clearly. There she was, a fae, pelt two toned, like another silka he had met, but different, even though the colors were the same, the patterns were different. To what he could see, one of her ears was white and another one of her paws was of the same bleached color, though he could not tell, for all that he saw was a fae, sliding off the side of a mountain. Wait a moment, sliding? Roanoke's colorless eyes widened for but a moment, his mind striving for a logical explanation. Within a few precious second, Roa had stretched out his long legs and started to bond in a manor that was foreign to him, but after a few ungraceful stumbles, Roanoke had figured out how to coordinate his legs to jump from dun to dun. He did it in such a manor to where he would not have time to sink in the heavy snow, leaping about twice his body length. I must look like a retarded rabbit, leaping like I am. As the black furred fae came closer into his view, he realized he had spent his energy uselessly. She was not in any immediate danger, nor did she seem in any physical pain. With a soft sigh he placed his gentleman's mask over his silly emotions, like he had trained himself to do, when ever he met anyone and everyone. It took abit longer to get his heart rate under control, though the running and leaping section had done him good for exercise, it would do him no such good to be catching his breath inbetween sentences of his haunting speech. With a single breath , he went onward. His long bushy tail raised just high enough to glide along the top of the snow line. Roanoke stopped a few fox lengths away from the star-gazing fae, and opened his jaws and let out his speech. And what brings a fair maiden, such as yourself, out on a chilly night such as this. Maybe to dance before the Goddess, She is out in her fullest of blooms tonight.

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[Faolan]

ooc-sorry bout the suckish-ness. life hes been... well, life has been life.

The stars captured Lannie’s attention so she did not notice the large dark mann make his ungraceful, bounding way towards her. She did however, fly to her feet the second he spoke, stumbling as she did so. “He-hello, sir. Er, I dunno what I‘m doing here, actually. I‘m still trying to figure that out.” Still surprised from his entrance, she took a slightly submissive stance, ready to bolt, for she knew with as large as he was, if it was needed, she couldn’t fight him off. As she realized he probably wasn’t going to eat her, she started to relax.

‘There’s something so familiar about him…’ she couldn’t place it. Her ear flopped in her eye as she quietly assessed him. He was large, with ebon fur and milky white eyes. As he spoke of the moon, it hit her like a ton of bricks. His voice, it held similar lyrics, the musical lilting and placement of accent as hers. Her home..."My name is Faolan, by the way. And yours, sir.? Also, you yourself have not answered your own question. What brings you to the mountains? My den is just down the mountain. I suppose that’s why I‘m here.”

Her silver eyes met his, then dropped. She was still unused to meeting new varg. It was fairly nerve-racking. She noticed he kept his posture, not submissive, but not dominant. But he seemed very sure of himself. His face was of polite interest, but otherwise void of all emotion. She shook her head to get rid of her ear, and almost succeeded, then failed. As always.

She slowly sat, tail slightly sweeping the ground. “If I might be so bold, may I ask where you are from, sir? I‘m sorry I seem rude, but your tone sounds very familiar.” at a further loss of words, she chose to watch the sky, sighing softly as a comet shot across the sky like a lightning bug in a dark forest. “The stars are beautiful, no?”

[Roanoke]

Eyes of white glowed softly, off setted by the blackness of his inky pelt. Roa's black ears twitched slightly as he picked up the fae's speech, and with his listening, a quiet chuckle slid through his parted jaws. She was a silly one, she was, but keen. That last realization stuck to his ming like a bur to a pelt. She told Roa her name, which was different from all of his experiences here, but the reaction fit smoothly into his olden ways. Realization hit him like an avalanche. Ideas rushing him all at once. Even though mountains had fallen in his mind, Roa's face showed nothing. Licking his lips with his healthy tongue the western demon parted his jaws to speaking in his haunting manor. I be called Roanoke, mistress, and my once home is far from here, a place called the British Isles. Like any proper gentlemen Roanoke lowered his head in a respectful bow.
The moon glistened brightly with no clouds to make a blemish on Tor's pearly face. Making the snow reflect back her light. A beautiful sight it was in the mountains that night. After a moment one of her questions had gone unanswered. Raising, the western demon spoke once more. Why am I here you ask, that is something I do not know as of yet. It might be that I am so accustom to traveling, that I just cannot stop. Ebon lips covered sound white teeth after the sound had ended. Roanoke knew something strange was happening, but even being as clever as he was, Roanoke could not place it. What was to occur here.

my god, sorry for the crappy post.

[Faolan]

ooc - i'm really sorry for the late post, really, really sorry! life got a little crazy...

Faolan blushed as she relized he was laughing at her, the insides of her ears turning fire red. She cast her silver eyes downward, missing the tiny flicker of light in his eyes he so expertly hid. He humored her, however, and told her of his birthplace. Her ears shot up. “Really?! Which part? You see, I hail from Ireland.” Her tail rose the tiniest bit with pride, and for once she didn’t look like a scared little sikla. Then she remembered her manners and gave a little curtsy, which is one of the strangest things anyone will ever see a varg do, but it was only proper. As he began to speak, she sat back down and curled her tail around her, once again a shy little pup. She listened to his gentle voice and gave a quiet sigh. “I understand exactly how you feel. Traveling is intoxicating, is it not? It pulls you in, and doesn’t like to let go. The only hard part is leaving. ” She smiled softly. “I don’t think I’ll do much more traveling though… the pull of a home is stronger for me, I guess.”

She glanced at him for a second, trying to figure him out. He kept a mask over his face, it seemed, like he was hiding something. She didn’t want to ask though. Lannie didn’t feel it was her place. “so, Mr. Roanoke, how do you like Transylvainia so far? I found it is full of strange things, and strange varg, but most are kind.” She sat perfectly still for a moment, thinking. “was it the famine that pushed you out, sir? Or did that not affect your area? Sorry, if I’m being rude, I just haven’t heard anything of home since I left.”