Intoxication (open)

[Zwi]

Zwi stroll threw the forests, unknowing where her feet were taking her. She seemed lost and having a hard time traveling threw the thick terrain, and it was getting thicker. She had been keeping her eyes on the ground below her, careful not to step on any thing, or any one, who knows who could be hiding under this thick bush. But something told her to look up as the forest thickened more, and she couldn’t believe what she saw.

The forest was flooded in green, lush emerald, drab olive, vivid jade, even some spots of bright lime and subtle sea green. The hues were splashed every where, some mixing together to make new shades. The floor was covered in moss, the dirty brown that usually blanketed the ground couldn’t even be seen. Zwi was overwhelmed, she had never seen a forest as thick and beautiful as this one. Her bright eyes like liquid gold, glittering amongst the dark forest, flashed about trying to take it all in. She may have been lost but she sure wasn’t mad about it. She was in awe at the wonderful sight, hardly paying attention to any thing else. She noticed the spots of bright sunlight that broke threw the canopy, and shined down on the forest below, lending its light to help it’s quest to become even more beautiful. Walking carefully and silently, yet so curiously, she followed a stream of light up as far as she could. The sky was just as beautiful. Almost all the shades of green were there, but standing out among them was splotches of the bright cyan sky. It was almost like looking into a starry night sky, only instead of the frightening blackness, there was the almost warm green, and the stars were replaced with pieces of sky. The little peeks at what was really there made Zwi want to see the sky clearly now, as if it may have changed while she was here, even though she knew it hadn’t, just the wonderment of what was in those gaps of green made her so curious.

She walked like a deer, tail high, ears twitching, taking much higher steps then she normally would, but it was the only way to get threw the density of the bushy, fern covered floor. She still couldn’t keep her eyes from twitching this way and that taking in every sight she could, burning it to memory. “Never could I have imagined a place such as this, even with the stories I’ve heard, it's even more wonderful then I might have thought.” she said aloud not really meaning to talk to herself, but the words were too strong to keep in her head. She passed under a much larger pillar of sun then the others taking in a deep breath of the warm air, much like if it were water and she were dieing of thirst. “This smell is delicious.” she said aloud again, “I wonder If this is what sunlight smells like?”

Then there was another smell, she couldn’t recognize it, perhaps another creature? Or perhaps a plant she had never seen before? Whatever it was the aroma was so wonderful, even more then the sunlight, she had to know what it was. She kept her head high like usual, and followed the scent best she could, still looking like a deer in the thickness of the forest.

[Faolan]

ooc hope its otay if i joins. our other thread isn't working to well, the colors hurt my head.

Fenris was high above the lera’s heads as Faolan picked her was through the thick woods. Even though she had to be mindful of the messy undergrowth, she liked the woods. They were nice and cool, much cooler than out in the open. Not to mention it was beautiful the way the sun shone through the trees, they’re leaves tinting the light dozens upon dozens of shades of green. And there just so happened to be an abundance of rabbits. Her stomach growled at her. She suddenly had the wary thought she was not alone. Picking her head up, she glanced around, and while doing so put her foot in a rabbit hole and heard a slight POP! She gave a yelp of pain and picked herself up, careful of her front paw. She tested it, and decided it was only a sprain. It would make hunting difficult for a week or so. She push that to a corner of her mind, back to her issue of whether or not she was alone.

She continued on, slower and more carefully than before, until she came to a small clearing. There was a large amount of rabbit holes, very akin to the one in which she hurt herself. She knew it was only a matter of time before a bunny rabbit hopped out of one and she could have her dinner. She hunkered down in the undergrowth and waited. While she waited, her thought traveled to a place far, far away.

Faolan curled up next to her brother. "will you tell me a story please, Ryain?” “Lannie, I told you all my good stories, at least the ones Mum and Papa will let me tell you” Ryain grinned down at his sister. She loved stories, but he wasn’t about to tell her one about- “Hey, whatta bout Wolfbane! Or the Dearg-due! Or a Pooka!” “No, Faolan, not a story of monsters. How about a story of Tor and Fenris, and how they-”

A twig snapped and Faolan’s head snapped up. She saw something that looked quite a bit like some kind of herla, but what a strange herla it was. It wasn’t very big, maybe a fawn? She crept a bit closer, out of the clearing, wondering if she could take it. A strong wind blew through, carrying her scent towards it. She realized it was a wolf. A surprised “oh!”came out of her mouth. Slick Lannie, real smooth. Your days just getting’ better and better, ain’t it?

[Silvanus]

OOC: Hope it's ok if I join!

A couple of suns had passed since his stop at the waterfall, and Silvanus had been following the wending path of the river until he had reached the edge of the woods. The venerable trees and high canopy, filtering just the right amount of sunlight down to the leaves and detritus littering the earth below, struck a chord of nostalgia with the ebon mann; it had been many moons--or was it a whole year, yet?--since the last time had mad his way through this region. It was certainly a comfortable environment for any Varg, and the sight of it filled him with a sense of contentment both for the memories he had of acquaintences long past but not forgotten, as well as for the simple joys of being a wolf in wolf's land.

His wandering was a bit aimless, and though he had suffiently turned himself around enough to be unsure as to his own whereabouts, it was impossible for a wayfaring kerl to be "lost," as it were. Stretching in the patches of afternoon sun, he set about looking for perhaps a larger reservoir of the warm light in which to bathe and laze and maybe even take a nap. He thought he saw some brighter spots of the woods ahead, glowing warmly like an afternoon beacon. As he walked, his uneven gait carrying him with the ease solely of experience, he gave a one-eyed gaze around him. The verdance seemed a bit quiet, and it occurred to him that there might be others in the area.

As if on cue, a small utterance of surprise caught his attention, perking his auds straight up on his head. He was less frightened than he was curious, but a varg could never be too vigilant. He scanned the shrubbery and vision-obscuring tree trunks, looking for the source of the noise. He almost overlooked it when he did run across it, small and dark-colored though it was, but a cub was standing not too far from him, with her back more or less turned to him. Seeing the white markings on her, though, a feeling of familiarity came to him. It's the cub from the waterfall, thought the gentleman as realization dawned. Faolan, I believe. What a small land this is.[/i][/color]

Silvanus opened his maw and was about to offer a salutation to his acquaintence, but he followed her field of vision and was suddenly aware that there was yet another varg in the area. The other varg appeared to be a lithe fae, sunning her tawny pelt in the patch of sunshine he had been appraising moments before. She had the most interesting array of markings, somehow reminiscent of the deer that roamed Transylvania, yet somehow more...exotic. It was interesting, and he couldn't help but get the feeling that she was not from around here.

Not wanting to frighten either of them but also wanting to speak, Silvanus decided to make his presence known. The mann cleared his throat and spoke in his richest voice, hoping to make up for his sometimes startling lopsided appearance with pleasing intonations. "Faolan, greetings," Silvanus proffered to the cub in a congenial way. "I'm pleasantly surprsied to see you again so soon."

His subsequent words were a bit quick, as he hoped breaking the silence of the forest wouldn't set the other fae on edge. He looked over at her, trying to catch her gaze with a friendly tilt of the head and the gentle waving of his tail. "And pardon me, but if the mood for talking strikes your fancy, please don't hesitate to come join." Silvanus smiled back at both of them amiably, rather hoping he'd scared up conversation rather than scared it away.

[Zwi]

((sorry I took forever to reply! hope its long enough..))


The strange sent was still on the wind, and Zwi still followed it. She had tried to let it go a few times, and move on with her day, but every time she did it blew in strong on the wind, filling her lungs, wrapping around her brain and lingering in her nose, as if it didn’t wan to let her go. It was such a strange sent, sweet with a little spice, and something about it made her mouth water. What could it be? What flower, herb, or creature could smell like this? Or was it something she had never seen or heard of before? She went over things in her head, trying to figure it out.

However her mind was suddenly pulled away from the thought. SNAP! A twig broke just as a gust of wind blew a new scent to her nose. Her ears perked, eyes widened, head twisted suddenly pivoting to look to her side. There, not too far from where she was standing was a varg hiding in the thickness of the forest. She was small and dark, but with brilliant snowy white splashed about her, and eyes the same color as the shinny storm cloud colored jewelry the humans she once lived around wore. For a moment she looked frustrated with herself. Was she trying to sneak up? But what for? What reason would she have to sneak up on a much older larger wolf? Sure Zwi was thinner then others, and didn’t look threatening, but still. Just then another noise caught her attention, and her eyes looked up from the pup.

There a little ways farther was another varg this one much older, but just as dark. He Didn’t have any white splashed in his fur that she could see, and his eyes were very different. One a milky white, and the other a yellow as vibrant as the sun. Strange but it reminded her of Tor and Fenris, the sun and the moon, opposites. Could he see out of that white eye she wondered. Upon closer inspection, she could tell that it was not just his eyes that were strange, but his stance as well. His hips sat lopsided, his left supporting most of his weight while his right hung limp, the leg connected was twisted and stiff, pulled up so that it wouldn’t drag on the ground. What would cause such a thing? And how could a varg such as that survive for so long? Maybe he lived with human too? Who knew.

It took her a short moment before remembering the noise that brought her attention to him. He had spoken to her. Not just her but the pup as well. Were they together? She didn’t think they were related at all, but she couldn’t know for certain, and that didn’t mean they couldn’t travel together. She had no idea that this day would bring about so many questions. Shaking her head ever so slightly to bring her mind back to the matter at hand, what was spoken. “oh, alright” she replied, hoping that she had heard him right, and that her thoughts hadn’t messed up what he really said. She took a few steps forward, with her awkward deer like walk, the only way to really make it threw the density of the forest. She probably looked ridicules walking like a herla, did they have to walk like this too? Or was she just stupid and didn’t know how else to get around this brush. “uh, might I ask who you two are, and what are you doing here? Are you following the strange smell too?” she asked boldly, head and tail high.

[Faolan]

Faolan was caught by the deer-like varg, and she unsuccessfully tried to stammer out her name. She had been caught completely off-guard, and she was fairly terrified. But her trance was broken when she jumped about a foot in the air at the sound of a mann’s voice. She wheeled half way around, so she could see both vargs at once. Trying to compose her self, she was surprised to see Silvanus standing a few feet away.
“Sil-silvanus! Hullo, it‘s nice to see you.” Feeling very cubbish, and surprising herself she half ran, half limped over to Silvanus’ side, and hid herself under his legs.

She stared out at the fae. ”Hu-hullo, I‘m Faolan, and this is my friend, Silvanus. Who‘re you?” She asked this quietly, peering out between her safe haven between Silvanus’ legs. The fae was very, very deer-like, more so than she thought originally. Her legs were long and graceful, her fur a soft orange-tan color, with black markings, and she had the stiff walk of a herla. She was almost like a deer native to this land, but so different.

She was rather surprised by her question as to they were following that strange scent. What strange- oh, that strange scent. A breath of wind blew it strait into her face. It smelled like the food humans ate, after they burned it with fire and put the healing plants on it. Why they put the healing plant on meat, ant other plants, she did not know. They had looked healthy, but maybe it was to keep them from getting sick. It smelled good, but at the same time it made her sick and hurt her nose. She shivered, knowing Silvanus could feel it.

She sneezed, trying to get the smell out of her snout, and pawed at her muzzle. It no longer smelled even mildly appealing. It made her stomach roll over on itself, bile rolling up in her throat. She curled closer to the dark mann, burying her face in his stomach. She spoke to the fae in a muffled voice “I hadn‘t noticed the smell ‘til just now, but it‘s awful isn‘t it? Do you smell it Silvanus? It‘s too sweet, and it burns my nose and throat. It smells like humans. You know, the food they burn, with fire?”

She didn’t think Silvanus would enjoy having vomit on his toes, so she limped-ran a few feet away, into some bushes, and very nearly blacked out from the pain and the stench. She wiped her muzzle on the ground and returned to curling up under Silvanus. Her eyes gazed across the thick wood, lips pulled back in a slight snarl. She saw something hanging from a tree at the end of the clearing. “Might that be it?” her words coming out somewhat strangled and scratchy. Today was just wonderful. her foot, now this? She was glad to see Silvanus though. She certainly hadn't been expecting that.

[Silvanus]

Silvanus was pleasantly surprised that the fae replied to his hail, rather than bolting from the clearing like the ethereal herla she so closely resembled. The glowing rays of fenris falling upon her tawny pelt lent her a bit of a glow that only added to the illusion, to the point that if she hadn't replied he might have been left wondering if it had been specter or hallucination that he'd been addressing. His young friend, Faolan, however, seemed acutely aware of the reality of the moment as she nestled under his feet with a very apparent limp. The ebon mann furrowed his brow in concern. At the moment though, the scent to which the golden fae had referred wafted by him as the breezes whorled languidly through the trees.

The aroma was strange, to say the least; the gentleman had not smelled anything resembling it before, at least not that he could recollect. It was not unpleasant, just puzzlingly nameless. Faolan seemed to disagree with the tolerance of it, though as she scurried away, still favoring her leg. Perhaps she recognized it as being something more unpleasant than he, but he had never had a particularly finicky nose. He lifted his black muzzle in the air and sampled it tentatively. "Mere chance has brought me here, though I do smell it, now that you mention it. A flower, perhaps?" he mused, still testing the air in its saccharine dalliance. "Or..." But his words died away as he could come up with no certainty or even a very precise guess as to its origin.

"Is that what humans smell like?" the mann wondered aloud. He had never so much as seen a human, much less smelled one, and knew only of them in the Varg legend that surrounded them. Faolan's voice reached him, sounding less than lively, speaking of some object hanging in the clearing. His mind still stuck on the curious odor, he turned his single-eyed gaze to the treetops. With no depth perception, the branches and trunks and leaves all moved and respired with the breeze as a cohesive unit, and he was having trouble picking out any distinct form in the leaves. Did the fae see it? Did she have any idea what the scent was?

After a few moments of fruitless scanning, with some effort he removed his attention from the scent and turned his vision back to the more easily-discernible cub, who had returned to her position at his feet. He looked concerned both at her ill reaction to the scent and, more pressingly, her injured leg. "Faolan, are you all right? Your leg doesn't look so good..." As it sometimes did, his eloquence failed him, overridden by worry for the younger fae. He had some urge to do or say something more, but life as a kerl had left him ill-prepared for anything that didn't have to do with rhetoric.

He glanced at the other Varg, wondering if she saw the aforementioned anonymity in the trees, or if she was even in the mood to bother with them on her quest to find the origins of the aroma. She carried herself with boldness, which lent her an air of unpredictability. Silvanus yet hoped to flesh out her personality, as he took a particular interest in subjects of character. The scent was still ebbing in and out of the forest air, but he looked back down at Faolan, hoping more immediately that she was all right.

[Zwi]

(ooc: so I'm gonna try something her here, and see what its like putting Zwi's thoughts in italics, and her spoken words in bold. let me know if its too confusing or not.
and also this was really rushed I'm sorry!)

Zwi was a little surprised as the pup jumped at the sight of the older varg, scuttling with a limp to nestle under his legs. It appeared the young fae’s hind leg was hurt. That’s why she was being so quiet Zwi realized she was hurt and didn’t want to be seen, she wasn’t sneaking up on me at all Once the small cub was safe under the older varg’s legs, se looked out towards Zwi, and introduced herself as Faolan, and the older mann as Silvanus. “It’s good to meet you both” she said happily, and then proudly she announced “I am Zwi” As she said this her stance became much more proud and dominant. It was a thought out action, its just how she was.

The subject changed then, continuing to the smell she had mentioned. The small pup seemed to detest it, wrinkling her nose as she spoke of it, then hobbling to some bushes. Zwi was surprised at how much she didn’t like the idea of the humans meat, Zwi had been fed some of their meat growing up, and she didn’t mind it to much. Meanwhile the older man made a few suggestions as to what it might be, flowers, or perhaps… “No!” she exclaimed as Silvanus mentioned humans “At least, it’s nothing like the humans I grew up with. Or any of their meat.” She added. As the fae made her way back to the mann, she pointed something out in the forest, Zwi scanned the area confused, she hadn’t seen any thing, then again she had been wondering solely by the sense of her nose, he eyes had been closed most of the time. Just then she caught what the pup was talking about. She looked back to see the mann’s one eye still searching. Was it hard to see threw all this green with only half ones vision? But she didn’t want to be ruse and ask questions, so she just turned again, walking up to the strange thing.

The lush green forest squished beneath her paws and she padded lightly over to the object. Behind her she could hear the mann’s voice, he seemed much more concerned with the pups wellbeing then the strange scent in the air, at for a moment Zwi found that odd, but then again, they hadn’t had it in their nose all day, it wasn’t until she mentioned it that they really noticed it was there. As she reached the object, but still keeping a good distance from it, she stretched out her head towards it, leaning her whole body in, standing on the very toes of her paws. She didn’t want to walk much closer incase it was a trap, but she had to be lose enough to smell. And she inhaled her nose wrinkled in dissatisfaction. She exhaled in an almost sneezing motion trying to get the scent out as she padded back to the two. “No, that is definitely not it, that’s much too heavy, this smell is much lighter, it float on the breeze, rather then falling to the ground like that. Ugh, repulsive” She exhaled again in the quick sneezing motion, clearing her nostrils so she could find the other scent again.

It wasn’t hard to find, she merely had to breath in and it was there again. That sweet intoxicating scent. Her eyes closed and her brows relaxed, as they had become stiff and curled in with the bad odor she inhaled moments ago. She seemed at peace with this smell in her nose. She opened her eyes then looking down, the pup still nestled beneath the mann’s legs, and her thought traveled back to the limp in the pups step she had seen earlier. Her brow ridges curled in again. She wasn’t sure if she should continue to follow the scent to make sure the pup was okay. Silvanus seemed very concerned as well. But, why would he be? He had a very obvious handicap, and he survived just fine, as far as Zwi could tell at least. But, he probably had an older varg, a stronger varg to look out for him in his puppy hood. Zwi realized then how it seemed almost lucky that she was caught and raised by the humans, she very well may not have made it, what with her strange marking, and obviously lack of brute strength. But she was fast, even as a pup, so maybe not. She shook her head then, realizing her thoughts were traveling way off topic. She shake cleared her head, and she concentrated at the matter at hand. “Will you be able to stay safe with your leg like that, do you think its bad?”

[Faolan]

ooc - sorry about how long it took, and about how cruddy it is. but your idea was brilliant, Zwi!

Faolan gave an uncertain smile in Zwi’s direction. The fae seemed very nice, and very sure of herself. She was surprised at her description of the awful scent, and wandered over to the object in the tree. She was very careful to not get close, she seemed to sneeze violently in reaction. Faolan was confused, but when Zwi said it was much heavier, she stepped a bit away from Silvanus, and rose on her back legs, and smell the most wondrous scent, much clearer than the heavy, nose-clogging scent that lay closer to the ground.

“Oh, Zwi, I see what you mean! that smells so much better. I suppose that I didn‘t smell it because it‘s so far up. Well, for me at least.” She smiled softly, then frowned a bit, thinking over what Silvanus said. “ But the smell on the ground does smell like humans Silvanus.” She let herself back down carefully on her good leg, Careful to keep her face turned up.

Her face warmed when Silvanus and Zwi asked if she was alright. “Oh, I‘m fine, it‘s just sprained. I tripped in one of those rabbit holes. I, er, I trip a lot. You‘d want to be careful on the far side of the clearing, there‘s a lot of them.” She gave a very sheepish smile and carefully looked away for a few seconds. She breathed in deeply, enjoying the way the light scent cleared her lungs and refreshed her mind. It seemed to be very calming. However, she didn’t allow herself to get to deeply into the scent, not sure where it came from.

“I’ll be fine, really, I’ve had worse. It’ll be better in a week or so.” she gave another soft smile, grinning at her own clumsiness. She stretched, and relaxed next to Silvanus. She glanced at the older mann. He seemed to have had no idea what to do when he was concerned about her leg. She figured that came with being a kerl, and that he’d never spent much time with cubs, or other varg for that matter. She hoped he was okay with her closeness to him, but she’d been surprised, and scared, and he was one of the few varg she knew in this strange land, and as a cub, she gravitated towards anything familiar.

“I honestly have no idea what that scent is, but I’d stay far away from that awful stench. It’s not safe.” She grimaced. “I don’t know what that scent is, but it’s familiar. I’ve smelled it somewhere before, but it was so long ago, perhaps in my old home.” Her high, musical voice was somewhat sad, and injured from past memories. “Perhaps that’s the scent of, well, er, I dunno,” she said, surprised, ear flopping in her face. “ I thought I knew what it was, I had it for a second, but, perhaps not…” She gazed at Zwi, who was still standing a ways away from them, and then to Silvanus, turning her head strait up, giving her vision a slightly distorted view, resorting to asking the questions with her eyes, unsure how to word them.

[Silvanus]

OOC: Sorry for the late reply, IRL strikes again :/

Both of his companions, the herla-like fae and the younger fae cub, mused on about the strange scent wafting on the breeze. He hadn't even thought twice about it, but now that Faolan had mentioned it, the scent did seem to be floating about on the breeze much like an errant fall leaf was wont to do, rather than sinking closer to the ground parallel to her height. He took in another deep breath, then his shoulders sagged. He really had no answers to offer about the mysterious incense.

At the reaction of the two fae, Silvanus promptly decided he'd rather not sample the more unpleasant odor they both had encountered. His natural curiosity toward humans or even the unknown was not enough to urge him to seek out the pungent object that they both detested.

He looked back down at Faolan as she explained her sprained limb and her slight affliction with occasional bouts of clumisness. In truth, the stumbling steps she had and the flopping ear were somewhat endearing, so the mann couldn't help but smile even as she cast her azure-orbed gaze at Zwi and then up at him. The gentleman thought he heard the note of pain in her voice as she spoke and conjured some memory, but he chose not to press. No, he knew that probing wounds that had not yet scarred over would be of no use; perhaps the best remedy was to be encouraging. "We all misstep occasionally. It doesn't help when the Putnar fill our walking paths with pits." He chuckled softly. "I'm glad you're all right." As he spoke, though, he couldn't help wondering if a week wasn't a long time for a cub to be limping. Look who's talking, Silvanus, he reminded himself internally, his twisted limb so ingrained now he occasionally managed to forget about it.

Lost momentarily in his thoughts, something he had heard slingshotted back to an earlier point in the conversation. "You lived with humans?" Silvanus inquired, unable to hide his surprise. Just as quickly though, he dipped his head for the astonishment in his voice. "Pardon me...I meant no disrespect. It's just that...well, I've only heard unkind things about those two-legged ones! That they are Varg-killers, and are not to be trusted. You mean you actually befriended them, that they did not try to hurt you?" Enthralled, Silvanus wagged his tail slightly as a gesture to show he meant no disrespect and was only innocently curious, stirring up some crumbling leaves and needles from the forest floor.

It wasn't that he was fascinated with the humans. Silvanus was a collector of events and ideas and facts and stories, though, and he was lacking in volumes on Men. As he watched Zwi's gilded eyes for an answer, her tawny, patterned pelt flashing gold in patches of mottled sunshine in contrast with the overwhelming green of the forest. The scent, still in the air, gave an ephemeral quality to the colors and light, and the forest itself seemed like a dream for a suspended moment.

[Zwi]

As the young fae, Faolan, took a few steps away and rose to her hind legs, Zwi watched her curiously. Then the fae spoke happily, having finally able to smell what the others were. It hadn’t even occurred to Zwi that the smell might be too high for the youngster. Is that why she was the only one to smell it at first? The combining of her stilted legs and proud posture did put her head rather high in the air, perhaps even a little higher then the mann, but only for the fact his head seemed to be kept low. Her proud posture was rare for a kerl like herself, this posture was reserved for Draggas and Drappas. But she was kind of like the leader of her own pack, back when she liven near the humans protecting their land. She was just a pack of one. Whatever it was, all three vargs could smell it now, but none of them had an answer. The pup seemed as curious as she was, but the older mann still seemed more concerned about the pup, despite the little varg’s reassurance. But that’s when the subject changed.

One moment the older varg was looking at the pup with concern, then suddenly he switched his attention to Zwi, bringing up a post subject. She has to admit she was a little taken back, she had almost completely forgotten her mention of living with humans, or rather having known some. Her eyes darted a little, shifting her posture. Her tail dropped just slightly, and one ear twitched as she remembered her old storytellers warnings. After jumping the fence to freedom she had caught up to him, still curious about so many things. His voice still echoed in her head. ‘Be careful when meeting other varg. Wild varg do not like humans, nor do they like wolves associated with them. One would not think twice before attacking you fore simply being associated with humans. Best to keep your past to yourself’ But this varg did not seemed displeased with her mention of humans, more curious then any thing. Would it be wrong to deny his question? Besides, she could easily out run a pup and a varg with a bad leg if any thing did happen. But what if they informed others? Well then she could just leave, she had no ties to this land.

Deciding that little harm could come from it she answered the his question, but chose her words carefully. “well,” she began, posture returning to normal “The den I grew up in was close to theirs” Not a complete lie. She was a very young pup a the time she was taken, and she did grow up in that make shift den she had made for herself. “They rarely ventured toward it, they came and went from the other side of it. But they threw out food from the side my den was near. Picky creatures, always leaving so much meat on the bones.” another half truth. The little girl came out to her almost every day, but she lever really left their land. She just ventured outside for a romp, or to coo to her fake babies. “I don’t think they realized I lived there.” She felt back after saying that, fore it was a lie. They knew very well she was there, but never acted as if they did. But if it helped sooth a varg’s curiosity then she would let them believe it.

She waited then, watching the two take in her words, and waited for their responses. Their physical responses, more then their verbal ones. She waited, ready to dart forward and past them. Them having to turn and run after her would give her a better head start then if she were to turn on her heal and run. The pup she didn’t worry about with her hurt leg, she wouldn’t make it more then 50 paces before having to stop. But the older one she worried about, if only just a little. Despite his handicap she knew he couldn’t be the weight and age he was from living off rabbit and rat alone. This varg looked like he had taken down deer before, so there was obviously more to him then meet the eye, maybe he was a faster varg then she first predicted. What ever the case, She was sure she could outrun him. And if it came down to it, she would find a river and swim across to get away. There was no way he could be a strong enough swimmer to make it across a riving with just three legs.

[Faolan]

ooc- so sorry bout the lateness, and the cruddy-ness. exhaustion overwhelms muse.

Faolan blushed, and smiled as Silvanus reassured her, and then cocked her head, confused, but careful not to let it show on her face. ‘Why is he glad I’m alright?’ Questions for later. She came back to reality as the dark mann inquired of Zwi’s association’s with humans. She looked very uncomfortable for a minute, and went on to explain, but something was off in her voice. She wasn’t entirely sure, it was probably her imagination. “Human‘s are strange creatures. I met a kind one with my mother. He was very young, I was terrified, but my mom seemed iffy about it. I dunno. But then they leave out the traps with the weird meat, and they kill us. Why do they hate us? What have we done to them?” Faolan left herself completely confused, as she usually was. She wrapped her tale around herself, enjoying the cool shade of the forest.

She watched the older fae, rather confused as to why she looked ready to bolt, like she’d done something wrong, very different from her previous posture of pride. Maybe she thought they would turn on her or something. ‘But for what reason?’ She seemed to be a very nice varg, and Lannie liked her well enough. “Zwi, ya know, I don‘t bite, well, not other vargs at least. I mean,” She had a small, joking smile on her face
“I dunno ‘bout Silvanus, might have at worry ‘bout him abit, but otherwise, you don‘t have at be so tense…” She gazed at the older fae in confusion, hoping she would understand they were an alright crowd, then smiled, head cocked and ear in full flop, as if to say, 'We're okay, trust me'.

[Silvanus]

Sorry for the quality/length, shaking off the rust...

Silvanus nodded as he listened to Zwi recount her dealings with humankind. Half-truths or not, he did not recognize any dishonesty in the words and did not seem anything other than curious about it. Satisfied by her account, he smiled. "What an adventure!" he appraised, and left it at that. In truth, humans held little interest for him other than the same interest fairy tails captivate in cubs. He noted a slight mistrust or apprehension behind Zwi's intelligent, painted face, but he easily dismissed it in favor of taking in more of his surroundings.

Faolan spoke easily, as he was beginning to understand she always did. Part of him admired her carefree mannerisms, as he had groomed himself deliberately to speak and act the part of the gentlemen he was, or at least aspired to be.

Silvanus was conscious of his inability to carry on so mirthfully, painfully self-aware. His working feet tingled a bit, a silent reminder that he was a wanderer and he had no business among normal varg. Perhaps north...perhaps the mountains. All this sunlight and vibrant scent was addling his brain. In spite of his sudden urge to take his leave, curiosity was still tugging at him. "I must admit these aromatics still hold my interest, friends. Have we any hope of discerning what it is? Zwi, you seem to have a good idea of its direction."

Silvanus rose to his stilted tri-legged stance and hopped once for balance. In the glare of the sunlight and the heady scent enveloping them, he felt sleepy, tempted to relax...but as usual, he reminded himself with a touch of silent derision that there could be no such pastime for him.