Atrus
Newborn
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Post by Atrus on Jan 3, 2007 3:50:00 GMT -5
<<Anyone of Deor is welcome I just want Fenore and Diyasa to post first ^^>>
Since the Strong snow storm, almost two nights ago the white fea had been waiting in this grey prison. She turned her attention to her brother who'd been dropped here with her by a white mann varg who never spoke to them, only once had her auds picked up his voice as he told the two that their mother would take care of them here. She had been dubbed Acheron by the male and if you glanced quickly you'd mistake her for her sister Fenore, but upon closer inspection she had blue eyes and a small bit of black on her nose. She presented herself differently as well, she was more bold and liked to be challenged by anyone, holding no fear in her small body.
Having just passed the white fea, a tri-hued runt of a varg-cub stepped out into the snow. He may of been smaller then all of his siblings but his size mattered not to him all he cared about was to wander about and quench his curiosity by asking many questions about the world around him. He was dubbed Atrus by his mother for his grandfather on his fathers side....he didn't know much about the varg he was named after, nor did his mother all he knew was that the original Atrus was his grandfather. "Ahh Acheron I'm bored.....must we wait here?" his voice so high and childish he longed to have a more deep voice like that of Diyasa.
<<Done...and yes it is craptastic>>
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Fenorë
Cub
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Post by Fenorë on Jan 3, 2007 23:59:55 GMT -5
<<erm guys there's no time so I'm gonna make one ^^;;>>
Fenris began to sink behind the mountains casting the sky a blaze and darkness slowly creped in on the varg of the land. One such varg was a white she-cub with fiery amber eyes and finding the personality to match such eyes. Fenorë was the image of her father with a better disposition, true Acheron was brave and liked accepting any challenge thrown at her but Fenorë she found a voice to match her sisters actions.
"Well....isn't this interesting?" she came up next to the other two varg cubs "My dear brother and sister we meet again and yet it's like we just met" she smiled tilting her head slightly. Turning her attention to the tri-colored cub who'd expressed his feeling of being board "Maybe if he decides to show up, Diyasa could help you in this Atrus" she frowned though almost envious of his coloration the only cub in the litter to resemble their mother.
<<Yours was good it's mine that sucked>>
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Post by dias on Jan 4, 2007 0:24:10 GMT -5
<<wow...this is the first time all the cubs have gotten into one rp...>>
"Maybe...and maybe I don't want to" the black cub padded onto the scene looking more proud then ever. It was just the way he was, holding his head high he looked almost down at his siblings. Though he knew that there was nothing more precious then his family and secretly cared very deeply for them and their thoughts on him, thus why he always kept a proud demeanor about him. Dark green eyes looked at the three cubs in front of him.
A small smile came to his face "But then again....I am board too" their mother had been off a long time now and he was unsure on where she was but never thought about her not returning even if she didn't they had the pack. "Sooo what do you wanna do to get rid of this boredom Atrus?" tilting his head slightly Diyasa yawned hoping his brother would make up his mind soon. "Wonder what happened to everyone..."
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Post by Mist on Jan 7, 2007 14:39:11 GMT -5
Not far from the cubs' shelter, an almost indistinguishable shape in the deep shadows of an ancient pine tree moves quietly. Hearing voices Mist's ebony-tipped ears twich slightly in the direction in order to better catch the sounds. After a moment of intent listening, Mist stands up and stretches slightly, at once her dark-grey form becoming slightly more visible in the pale winter light. Padding forward slowly she keeps her attention on the young voices, but it isn't until she is almost within sight of the cave that she pauses, having recognized one of the voices.
It is Fenorë, one of her four grandpups. Still a relatively young fae, Mist smiles and shakes her head slightly, remembering when she adopted the cubs' mother, Cagalli. After the first few months where the two had seen so much of each other, the winter had come, and since the first snows Mist had barely seen anything of her adopted daughter. Her smile fades as she thinks of her grandpups, and that out of the four, she has only seen on of them more than once. She met Fenorë during the recent snow-storm, but other than the day the others were born she hadn't seen or met them.
With a sharp nod, Mist steps forward once again, having decided to remedy that once and for all. Her purposeful stride is unchanged but for a slight hesitation at the first sight of the four cubs. Not knowing how she will be recepted, Mist takes a deep breath of the icy air and pads softly up close to the four, sits, and smiles at them, studying them intently with sharp golden eyes.
(OOC: Eh... I hope this is alright... As Dias and Fenorë have already posted, I figured it was...)
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Post by Farrah on Jan 7, 2007 19:14:48 GMT -5
Farrah was lolloping along for no particular reason, as the slightly-crazed wolf was fond of doing, and noticed a small gathering. Of course, being more curious than a cat, though she hated the phraze with deep disgust, she went to investigate. There was a family, one she had not seen in a long time, though she immediately recognized them. "Ah! It's my little neices and nephews!" She ran up and gave the two males a playful cuff and Acheron a small hug. Then she loped over to Fenorë ³ and gave her a funny look. "You haven't been up to any trouble lately, have you?" She smiled teasingly. Though she knew she was not 'legally' permitted to have favorites, she had liked her little neice the instant she was born. "Tada! Gee wiz it's been a while you three!" she yipped, eyeing the remaining three. "You guys probably don't remember me, do you?" She smiled sweetly and bowed so low she snuffed some snow in her nose by accident and sneezed none to gracefully. Farrah wiggled her nose and then announced in a low and regal voice, "I am Tor reincarnate," she said, sounding entirely serious to those whose ears had not been trained to Farrah's sarcasm. ((Speaking of craptastic... ))
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Atrus
Newborn
.:.Heaven shine a light down on me.:.
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Post by Atrus on Jan 21, 2007 22:07:25 GMT -5
The young white fea blinked seeing the other two adults appear not expecting to see anyone really...it being as empty as a pack could possibly be the one which seemed very playful said to be her aunt "You...are my mothers sister then? if we are your neices and nephews?" she was utterly confused with the sudden show of vargs but this one seemed to confuse her the most...though Atrus seemed to be having a blast with this attention. Acheron turned her attention toward the other grey varg sitting quietly watching them "You are...our grandmother right?" the scent Acheron could remember from a time she could hardly remember much anything else
Atrus wagged his tail and ignored Dias and chased after Farrah in the sudden excitment of her prescence "I don't remember but I'm glad to see someone!" the tri-colored male was more open and accepting of his surroundings then Acheron was but it was understandable, she never let things go...a cub shouldn't be as worried or unforgiving as she was...they should be enjoying their childhood as he was 'cause they weren't going to have it forever or so their mother said. He bent down and looked up at Farrah then his eyes shifted over to Mist though the other two cubs seemed to reconize her he couldn't "Grandmother?"
<<sorry took me so long guys couldn't remember my password >.< >>
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Post by Chalos Autumn on Jan 23, 2007 15:46:03 GMT -5
[I'm baaaack. A terrible post, but whatever. I'm RPing with pups for the most part anyways, right? Can't expect you all to want to read one of my famous forever-long posts anyways, hahah]
A pair of brightly glimmering emeralds appeared from the darkness as Tor opened her winter eye to the world. They were inquisitive, placid, and showed the intelligence of a true leader. The host of these brilliant occuli glided gently into the view of the entire group, his body bearish in its size but carried in a way that gave him the easygoing appearance of nothing more than a gentle giant; this was Chalos, freshly revived after the strange sickness that had befallen him just a few months ago. Autumn coloured stripes and spots flicked and danced over the fur of his face and body, their stage a backdrop of deepest ebony. A smile graced his muzzle and Chalos bowed his head respectfully as he approached, for he believed in respect between all pack members, even from Alpha to Sikla.
"My, the family seems to have grown since I've last laid eyes on those of Deor." He chuckled, scenting Deor upon all but two pups. Curious as always, Chalos lowered his head, attempting in vain to achieve Atrus'- and Acheron's much shorter eye-level. "And who might you young balls of fluff be?" Scenting an unknown male on their fur, his expression became critical, and he turned to his packmembers, sweeping his eyes over Mist and Farrah, the two members in the group old enough to have mature reason. "Either of you, who are these young cubs? They are far too young, by wolven laws of these lands, to be anywhere within my territories. So please relate to me: what's going on?"
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Post by Mist on Jan 23, 2007 18:17:31 GMT -5
Mist smiles at the two young cubs as they each, in turn come up to her. She nods softly before speaking happily. "Hello, Acheron... yes, I am your grandmother." Her golden eyes then turn to the other pup. "Yes, hello, Atrus." She nuzzles them both gently before pausing at looking them over intently, taking in each spot of color or visible muscle. Her facial expression goes blank for a moment as she shakes her head and realizes how much of these cubs' first few months she has missed. They are still young, but to only be meeting her now for the first time is indeed sad... but as they say, better late than never... true in this case even more than in others.
Ebony tipped ears prick as the sleek, shadowy fae hears a new soft footstep. Turning away from her grandpups she nods her head slightly in respect as she sees the newcomer to be the pack's Dragga. She stands quietly, aloofly, as he studies the pups, and then at his harsh question she steps in between him and the pups, her coat bristling as she protectively shows her teeth, not afraid to step out of her place in defending those she loves.
A stray thought passes through her mind that she could be turned out of the pack for her defiance but she holds her ground. Even though the big mann is Dragga, Mist has been a member of the pack for longer than he, and in her life within the Deor back she has learned to stand up for what she believes in, and nothing at this point in her life is more important - more crucial - to her than her family. Stepping forward slightly she stares defiantly into Chalos' eyes and raises her head proudly. "These cubs are my grandchildren - the children of my daughter, Cagalli. As both their mother and grandmother are part of this pack, they now have as much right to be here as you..."
("Bring it" indeed... Mist is very protective, as you see...")
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Fenorë
Cub
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Post by Fenorë on Jan 23, 2007 20:00:33 GMT -5
As she saw Farrah and Mist the white cub wagged her tail joyfully all of her family was accounted for minus her mother but that was due to her going off to find food for the small group. "No Farrah I've been good!" she smiled showing small white fangs which were fairly spaced as young cubs' teeth should be. She bounded after Farrah but then sat next to Mist, the cub loved her family and couldn't imagine the loneliness of not having them around her to protect and keep her company. Suddenly the white fea picked up on another's scent...and turned at first she felt frightened of this new varg, so much bigger then she but something told her not to fear him. She figured this was the Dragga Chalos Autumn, Fenorë was startled by Mists' sudden movements to block Atrus and Acheron she didn't understand...then again with their father having the two and Cagalli just taking them back she knew they didn't have the scent of this pack yet. Feeling a little bold she stepped up "Mr.Dragga...Atrus and Acheron are our siblings...the last of the litter of four born to my mother.." she gulped feeling a little out of place "Our father had taken them from mother when they were just weaned...mother took them back after father's death" it was all she knew of the situation for the two cubs. She'd heard Cagalli speaking of this before and figured knowing what exactly the reasons for the two not having the same scent were....she'd tell him. <<eh could of done better....but it's all I could think of..sorry for the wait >>
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Post by dias on Jan 23, 2007 20:13:21 GMT -5
Diyasa watched as his playmate ran off toward their grandmother and felt a little angry that he was being ignored by Atrus. Farrah and Mists arrival meant the family had met again and were really just getting to know each other Diyasa and Fenorë had spent most of their time together but as for the other two Dias never really met them and now his mother just expected him to make nice with the two.
Ebony ears flicked in annoyance as he watched his siblings, then he caught a scent coming toward them and though Dias played brave and tough he felt frightened of the large Dragga which now was before them. He looked over at the others for comfort but it seemed they were just as intimadated...until Mist had lunged forward Dias couldn't take his eyes off Chalos. He almost chuckled at the fact no one recognized the two, he didn't feel sympathy for his two siblings. Diyasa was enjoying the scene hoping to see at least one fight between two adults...but it seemed dear little Fenorë was trying to prevent it.
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Post by Farrah on Jan 28, 2007 19:30:18 GMT -5
Farrah was having fun playing with the pups when suddenly, everything stopped. A familiar scent wafted through the air. Dragga. "Oh my Tor..." Farrah whispered under her breath. She had not seen the varg since he had gone down in a hunting accident. It was as though she was seeing a ghost...but then her usual self kicked in and she friskily bounded towards the leader, though careful to keep her tail lower than his. "Even the grave couldn't keep you, could it?" she asked, teasingly, though with a tint of awe.
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Post by Chalos Autumn on Jan 31, 2007 19:42:23 GMT -5
[Starts out okay but.. it all goes to hell at the end. Eh.]
A sharp, dominating glare was sent towards Mist as she acted out against his hurried questioning. "Stand down, Mist." He smiled, straightening himself so that he towered over her, an enormous Dragga standing up to an inferior Sikla. Though he didn't mean to appear so, Chalos looked very much as if he were defending his title as Deor's alpha. Even the narrow ridge of hackles along his back rose ever-so-slightly, which was something that had never happened to the alpha while within his packlands before.
Something about Chalos had changed.
Hearing Fenorë speak up, he turned his great black-and-rust head, jade eyes gleaming as he smiled and nodded. "Your siblings? Where do you hail from, young pup? And who was it that brought your siblings here?" He was gentle, kind, completely open to the young, alabaster-furred female.
However, as Farrah spoke, Chalos reared his proud head high, responding with a joking wuff. "Of course not, Farrah, you'd think being a storyteller would give you enough of an authority to say I haven't been through enough to die yet; I've a legend to make of myself, you know!" He stuck his tongue out, winked, and flicked his tail at Deor's storyteller before turning warily back to Mist.
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Post by Mist on Jan 31, 2007 19:52:40 GMT -5
Taking a deep breath Mist does one of the hardest things she has ever done. Though loyal to her pack and even to the Dragga she barely knows, she lowers her head in submission, but not in fear. She defends her conscience to herself in knowing that the young cubs will not now need to be afraid of danger from the large Dragga. After her sign of compliance, the shadowy fae cannot help but raise her head in pride. She watches Chalos intently, his stance not avoiding her attention. She narrows her eyes slightly, and focus' her full attention on him. Almost wishing that, as an important pack member, she could have started off differently with the Dragga, since it is often hard to live without respect.
At Chalos' tone towards Fenore, she frowns slightly, wondering the need for his harsh tone in the beginning if now he has more-or-less allowed the pups into the pack. After his joking words to Farrah, Mist meets his eyes as he turns back to her, wondering what he will say next, and if he will be angry at her defiance, even if if was eventually followed by her submission. She watches him calmly, perfectly still and silent as she waits for him to speak.
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Fenorë
Cub
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Post by Fenorë on Feb 1, 2007 23:25:25 GMT -5
Amber eyes watched as Mist backed down, as the Dragga questioned her she sat not taking her eyes away but not looking directly at him "My mother mated with another packs male who was said to be our father though he isn't much of one" her words toward the let Lajos weren't too kind, she held a not so secret hate toward the snow-white male "I believe his name was Lajos, he came from Sarnes...though it is said mother loved him"
<<Hope this is what Chalos was asking ^^'' if not I'll redo it...Atrus and Acheron will reply soon..>>
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Post by Wolfbane on Feb 1, 2007 23:52:38 GMT -5
OH MY GAWD, I HATE LAJOS -lmfao- HE'S YOUR DAD. HAHAH.
....Sorry.
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