Not Today Death - [CLOSED]

[Capella]

The sky, once a beautiful mixture of orange, red and yellow, had taken on another hue, a darker gray. The sign the clear to just about every creature that walked the earth. A storm was on its way and from the looks of it, it would be a serious one. In the distance, thunder rumbled and there was a faint flicker of light to the east, where the storm was approaching from. Soon the lightening would be overhead, the thunder booming in contrast with the lightshow while the rain poured down from the sky in thick, unyielding sheets. The air was cold, though not to the point where the rain would, instead, become snow. No, it would be rain and anything caught in it would be soaked to the bone. Such a state was dangerous. To be soaking wet in winter could mean death---a uncomfortable, horrible death.

Such ideas drifted slowly through Capella’s mind as she loped slowly through a forest, unknown to her. The branches of trees sagged over head, heavy with snow and icicle. The sight made Capella pause. It was beautiful, that was obvious, but dangerous. She knew the dangers of being caught beneath the fall of icicle or a heavy clump of snow. You could be buried alive, knocked unconscious or suffer terrible wounds from the falling shards of ice. Quickly, she moved on, skirting around the snow logged tree, Capella continued on, taking note that the trees were beginning to thin out as she traveled. It unsettled her, to think that her cover was disappearing and she would be out in the open, but she steeled herself against the fear and moved on. She needed to find a place to shelter herself from the storm.

Finally, the forest of trees dwindled down to a few lone stragglers, standing alone, defiant of the forest. Before her, Capella not only saw, but heard and smelled, the river. Where she stood now, the water was not so rough and so it had frozen over in the winter. Taking a brief moment, she gazed about her, the snow covered earth becoming a blanket of green with dots of color. She could hear birds singing and feel the warmth of the sun beating down on her back. Thunder rumbled again and the peaceful image vanished. She sighed softly; the noticeable scar across her muzzle had begun to ach with the cold. She pushed on, stepping lightly up to the edge of the river, gazing uncertainly down at the iced surface. Deciding against the cross, she began to turn away, but a shape across the river caught her eye.

There was a rocky slope and within that slope she could make out a break in the surface. A cave! Her heart leapt and she felt a rush of relief. She would be sheltered from the storm. However, her joy was quickly shoved aside with several new thoughts. How did she know that the cave was not already inhabited? The thought of a bear slumbering within made her fur stand on end. She would also have to cross the river. Naturally, she was against it. She had no desire to test her luck. She feared drowning. However, the pull for cover was strong and the rumbling of thunder, drawing closer and closer every minute forced her to swallow her fear.

Whining softly, she stepped forwards, lightly with one paw. She was prepared for the sound of cracking eyes and to feel the bite of cold water against flesh. Instead, there was nothing. Her confidence rose and she settled another paw upon the surface. Again, nothing happened. If nothing would happen to her now, then she was sure she could cross without a problem. So she continued on, her pace quickening with each successful step. She neared the center of the ice, here the water beneath was stronger and had worn the top layer of ice down. Capella’s heart leapt with joy. The other side was so near and soon she would be within the confines of the cave, safe and sound. She began to laugh at herself for the fear she had felt, though she was cut short by a sickening sound. At first she wondered if it was thunder, but she knew deep down what it was. Slowly she lowered her golden gaze to the surface of ice; a jagged, ugly crack had spread forth from beneath her paw. She leaned forwards, but another crack spread further from beneath her other paw. For a moment, she could not catch her breath, her throat tightening as a heavy blanket of dread settled over her. She would die. She would fall through the ice and drown and her soul would be lost forever.

”No! I won’t let this happen! She spoke aloud, attempting to force the fear from her body. She leaned back, preparing to leap. Instead of springing forth from the ice and closing the distance between herself and the opposite bank, the ice beneath her hind paws caved and she was plunged into the icy water. Claws scrapped against the ice and it was only by the grace of the Gods that she managed to keep a hold with her front paws. Clawing desperately, she managed to haul herself forth from the icy water and covered the rest of the distance in a sprint. She did not stop once she reached solid ground; instead, she bolted straight into cave, disappearing into the void of darkness within.

[Dax Ehzno]

OOC: Ridiculously lame, sorry >.<


Day by day, winter's clutch was steadily weakening. And yet, day by day, another storm would swell and bellow, soaking Transylvania. Every season had its ups and downs, its own disasters. And while the danger of a blizzard seemed to be out of sight, a new, slightly more haphazard treachery was becoming more and more of a threat: death by drowning. With each spell of rain, the rivers and streams would inflame, and while the water concealed sharp boulders and the like, it did not mean that they were there. Overhead, there was a distant peal of thunder, one that spoke a warning- the impending storm was drawing closer every moment and Fenris was generously giving both the putnar and the lera sufficient time to return to shelter.

One such lucky varg was refusing to heed the Gods' warnings and was in no way, shape, or form searching for cover. His ruddy forehead angled toward the sky and his slid lids closed over pale blue eyes, searching through the manifold of overlapping scents for one vaguely cloying scent he would recognize. The varg who belonged to the scent (perhaps it was the other way around) was one Capella, a sweet-tempered and soft-featured femme he had had the pleasure of stumbling into not too long ago when he was traveling toward the edge of Transylvania's vast meadowland. The image of the silver and onyx drappa trailed slowly across his thoughts and a wide smile wrapped itself about his lips; though his own emotions were confusing at best he knew he had taken a liking to her company, in the very least. The two wolves had parted ways at the meadow (much to Dax's disappointment) but had planned to convene the following evening.

Like any dedicated dragga, Daxton had waited at their designated rendezvous for far longer than he probably should have (given the circumstances of the bruise-colored skyline), his hopes of seeing her slowly fading away with the hours. He did not believe that she was one to shirk such meetings, however, and so his impatience had eventually turned into worry, and once the thunder had began this had only intensified. Now he was scouring near-by areas, desperate for any inkling of where she might have headed. He felt his heart plunge as he realized how utterly desperate he was making himself seem, and while he mentally reprimanded himself he truly did feel a justified sense of protection toward the fae; they were to join a pack together, and not only that, but he saw her as his friend, and friends weren't something he could easily leave behind. No, Dax was far more chivalrous than that (and, guiltily, more attached). He needed the reassurance that she was safe within the confines of a den, or at least something that provided some form of shelter.

With a low growl Dax realized that even if he had crossed paths with her scent he wouldn't have been able to notice; the dank smell of the sodden earth was enough to clot his nares. Sighing, he upped his pace, swift trot quickening into a lope, overly long limbs carrying him in great stretches. Before it came into view he heard the faint roar of muted water flow and a few moments later a long stretch of an ice-covered river appeared. Where the jagged flow of the tributary had eroded away the once-thick ice, it was beginning to show gray and the dragga knew better than to walk across the dark patches. Swishing his ginger tail above his pack, he trotted along the side of the river, peering for a shallow place to cross.

As he rounded a sharp, short bend, his blue eyes widened at the simultaneous sight of a broken, wolf-sized hole in the ice and the pungent smell of a fae. His heart leapt against its cage; had someone fallen through and not managed to get out? Moving cautiously toward the ruptured rift in the rime, he pressed his silver muzzle against the ground and inhaled lightly, searching for any hint of the identity of the obviously now-soaked varg. Peering closely at the space surrounding it, he noticed little pockmarks of scrabbling claws, and then widely placed pawprints on the other side in the near-melted slush of snow. With a mental sigh of relief his heart settled; whoever it was had escaped a watery death.

It was then that the a certain pungent scent made its way to his tender nose, sending his fur bristling on end- not out of anger, but out of fear. It was one he distinctly recognized, and it was the one he had been searching for: Capella. Conscious of the fact that, wherever her tracks led to, she would be soaked to the marrow, freezing, and with a good chance of catching illness if she hadn't found shelter or warmth. Always one to act on his emotions, Dax immediately began judging the distance from one side to the other shore; it couldn't have been more than ten feet or so. When put under adrenaline pressure, wolves were known to jump lengths of almost sixteen feet; the mann had seen his own father complete a similar length in order to save his own life from a crumbling overhang. Hesitating, the hoary Kerl pinned his ears and whimpered nervously to himself; if he missed the far shore he would most certainly crash through the ice, and he did not pride himself on his swimming talents. Not to mention, the very idea of death was enough to nearly drive him from the idea. How could you think that? he scolded himself. For all you know, she's seriously hurt. get some guts about you!

Shaking the voice from his head, Dax moved several strides from the water's edge and readied himself. With a shoving footfall he bolted forward, eyes dropping from his target only once to ensure he would leap from the correct spot. He tightened his muscles and pushed himself into the oncoming wind, pinning his ears and letting his tail stream behind him in the seemingly hours he was in the air. With an oof! he landed, legs sweeping out from underneath him and causing him to tumble in a full somersault before he was able to right himself and put his muzzle back to the earth, tracking Capella.

As he hoped it would, the scent led him to a cave. It looked abnormal, stark, against the emptiness behind it (the treeline in the background didn't begin for some time). Inhaling deeply, he calmed his racing nerves and trembling limbs, nosing his way toward the cave. Just outside of it he hesitated, hoping she would catch his scent before he entered, lessening the surprise of his sudden appearance. After several long moments he continued padding the last few steps forward and stuck his long muzzle into the cave's throat, blue eyes blinking away the darkness. ”Capella?” he voiced, worry and tension obvious in his tone.

[Capella]

ooc: Ugh, sorry for the snortness and lame-ness. v__V;;

Capella

The rumble of thunder had grown suddenly louder, a great indicator that the storm was growing nearer and soon, the expected down pour would begin. There was another crack of thunder then a flash of light that light up the mouth of the cave. There was nothing there and she felt a sense of ease settle over her. For now, she was at peace. There was no heavy stench of animal and so she had assumed that the den was abandoned. For the time being it would be her home. Until the storm had passed and then she would travel out and try and seek out her new friend.

Guilt caused her stomach to tighten and she whined softly, staring out into the grim darkness. She had agreed to meet him and yet there she was, sitting in a cave, soaking wet and freezing. Again she stood and gave herself a shake, sending a shower of droplets into the air. Again, the thunder rumbled and the lightning light up the sky. There was no one outside the cave. She hoped desperately that Dax had found a place to stay for the storm, out of the rain and weather. From the sound of it, it would be a terrible one. She shivered when the wind picked up, a gust sweeping through the entrance of the cave and chilling her to the bone.

Again, she stared towards the entrance and sighed. “Oh, Dax…I do hope you’re out of the weather… She whispered, shaking her head once more to try and clear the water that was running down into her eyes. It was truly uncomfortable and she wanted nothing more than to be warm and dry again. With another shiver, she stared unhappily now at the growing puddle around her paws. She rose and stepped away, settling against the back of the cave. Feeling more comfortable now, she lowered her head and attempted to clean the grit from her paws. Nearly dying was no reason to neglect her grooming. Again the thunder rumbled and there was another flash of lightening, showing nothing at the mouth of the cave.

Lowering her head, she allowed her eyes to drift shut, her mind and body suddenly weary from the recent event. It was only now that the realization that settled over her that she had been so near death. She gazed unhappily towards the entrance of the cave. Things could have been very different. The ice could have caved away under her attempts to pull herself free and she could have been swept away beneath the ice and lost forever. The very idea of it was frightening and she whined softly. Again, there was a rumble of thunder and a flash of lightening. She was still pleasantly alone.

And then a familiar voice broke through the darkness, causing her ears to perk and her tail to thump gently behind her. “I’m in here, Dax. Come on in before the rain starts. There’s been nothing in here for a while. She pushed her upper body up, so that she was sitting, staring thoughtfully at the wolf silhouette at the front of the cave. There was a wave of relief, hearing his voice. Not only for herself but for his sake as well. He was safe and sound, out of the weather. She was happy to have his company again. ”I’m sorry I wasn’t at our meeting spot. The weather was growing bad and I was trying to find a spot to stick out the rain but I fell through the ice –thankfully I managed to get out and…well… here I am.”

[Dax Ehzno]

OOC: Poor Dax, Capella makes him nervous

After hearing her invitation, Dax wasted no time scrambling inside the cave as a peal of thunder nipped at his heels. The simple sight of the drappa manifested itself emotionally as a wave of cool relief; while she was sopping wet, she didn't seem to be in any real danger. He dropped his cerulean gaze from her face to her bodice, scouring the length of her body in an attempt to find any apparent injuries, though there appeared to be none. Raising his line of sight back to her countenance, he shook his silver maw to and fro. ”It's no problem, really, I was just worried about you,” He spoke quickly, tenor tones interlaced with a not-so-subtle tinge of allayment. A crooked smile curling itself about his black lips, he added, [b[“And judging by the state of things, I do believe my worries were quite justified.”[/b] If he hadn't of been thanking the Gods with an exceptionally ardent state of mind, Capella would have seen a hint of amusement flicker across his eyes.

In all actuality Dax was (rather selfishly) thankful for the storm; depending on the exact duration of the storm he had a greater chance of extracting attention from the femme for far longer than he would have had they simply met. A sense of foolishness swelled within his breast and he was aware that, if his thoughts had not been guarded by his silence, he would have sounded like an idiot. And while he wasn't exactly sure what he felt toward Capella, he did know that he enjoyed her company and didn't want to risk losing it. Proffering a nervous smile, the mann's tail swished in fervent semi-circles across the cave floor as he eyed the fae, unsure of whether or not to yet bring up the topic of which their initial meeting was to be centered around. He opened his jowls, closed them with a look of intense frustration, and then opened them again, slowly and meticulously choosing his words. ”You, ah, haven't decided whether or not you want to join Deor yet, by chance?” While Dax was certain that Deor was where he belonged, he and Capella had decided pon joining a pack together and he intended on keeping it that way. Besides, they hadn't promised Mist that they would be arriving at Deor's boundaries (and in such dicey weather he wouldn't have expected to be greeted anyway) and on the off chance that Capella decided to rethink her options, Dax would do the same and choose accordingly.

The silence of the cave was broken with a thunderous snarl from the sky as the storm broke. It took only moments for the fat drops of spring rain to make the transformation into thin pellets that ricocheted off the top of the cave, immediately rolling down and dripping in front of the cave's mouth. It created a sort of shield from the wind, though every time a bout would strike the water would spray inward. It amazed the dragga how disastrous the elements could be and the thought was like a dominant force, causing him to pin his ears out of some inward fear. With a sidewards glance at Capella, Daxton smiled widely and thumped his tail, wondering just how well their infringement on Deor would be taken, as well as if the two's friendship would continue to prosper. Foolishness aside, the ruddy male truly did enjoy the fae's company and conversation; he found her wisdom and intelligent to be as wonderful as her features.

All the while, he had slowly been sidling closer and closer to the wet flank of the femme. Their bodies weren't yet touching, but he had definitely halved their previous distance. Daxton, you see, really needed a lesson in flirtation. Feeling rather guilty at his attempt, he stopped his tedious inching, feeling that if she truly didn't mind, she would close the gap herself. Typical mann, not wanting to finish what he started- but, if it was going to irritate Capella, he didn't want to go too far with his movements. Glancing down, his ears swiveled back and forth in response to the stimuli that the storm was inducing. This great quiet was not exactly what he had planned.[/color]

[Capella]

ooc: Ugh. Sorry for the horrible-ness of the post. XD

Capella

As the male materialized through the darkness, a soft smile spread across her muzzle, soft eyes lighting up with delight. At least, for now, she was no longer alone in the cave. Although she did not fear being alone, it was not a pleasant state. She enjoyed company and was thankful for Dax’s concern for her, even if she did feel that it was unnecessary. She gave a soft tutting sound and shook her head gently. “There is no need to worry over me. You will only bring yourself unnecessary stress. I’m fine, as you ca see. Just a little slip into the water. She had lifted her front leg to allow him to see that she was, in fact, perfectly fine, but she felt his gaze upon her and glanced up. She was not one to usually feel self conscious, however, his bright eyes where startling and she suddenly felt embarrassed.

Capella wished suddenly to be hidden beneath a rock. She must look like a drowned rat. Surely she was making no big impression on him. What a fool she was. She had only just met him and found his friendship to be a precious thing. She didn’t want to make herself seem silly, worrying that maybe he would think her to be puppyish and irresponsible. No… He’s a nice fellow. I’m sure he knows I’m not like that. She gave a soft sigh, wishing silently for the sun to peek out behind the dark clouds so that her coat might dry faster. The movement of his tail drew her attention suddenly and she turned her gaze upon his face, watching his jaws part as if to say something then close. However, it appeared he changed his mind and then uttered the question that had been plaguing her mind ever since they had parted ways. Deor sounded wonderful and Mist had been more then welcoming. What more could she ask for?

She allowed a moment on silence, her face becoming stern as though she were possibly thinking over the question. Suddenly a grin spread across her muzzle and she laughed. “Of course I’ve decided. Deor it will be. I just wanted some time to gather myself for the change. Its been what I’ve been waiting for and to pass up such a chance would be foolish of me. How about you, Dax? What have you decided? She paused, glancing thoughtfully towards him and then smile. “No matter what you pick and even if you don’t go to Deor, we’ll be still be friends. I enjoy your company and I’m sure it’d be easy to arrange visits. She had felt the need to tell him that. To express her feelings towards their friendship. It would be a sad thing if he decided against joining the pack, though she felt in her heart she already knew what he would decide. Crossing into the pack together would be wonderful. They wouldn’t at least know each other.

The clap of thunder startled her and she nearly leapt from her skin, but she caught herself and laughed, though nervously. How silly, to be scared of just a sound. She eyed the curtain of water created at the entrance of the cave. She found it strange that such a terrible thing…something that could bring death could also be so beautiful. She allowed her gaze to drift sideways to study the features of Dax’s face. He was handsome and she found it strange that she thought so. She had seem many males during her wandering, but none had every caught her attention like he had. Perhaps it had been his pleasant attitude. He was warm and welcoming and his eyes...She had never seen such eyes before. Realizing she was staring she turned her head away and gave a soft snort. What was she thinking? Letting her mind wandering like that.

Again she was allowing her mind to wander, but a movement in the corner of her eye drew her back to reality. Slyly, she glanced sideways, taking note of the lessening distance between her and Dax. She shifted her gaze back to the wall, wondering silently what he was up to. When she finally realized it, she wanted to laugh. How silly of her. Well if he wanted to sit close, he could, but she wasn’t budging. She allowed another smile to pull across her muzzle, her soggy tail flicking one to the side so that it closed the gap between them and slapped against his haunch. Although it was planned, she acted as though she took no notice of it, turning her head away so that she could watch the curtain of rain fall.

[Dax Ehzno]

With a slightly humored air about him Dax lifted his searching eyes, and, satisfied that she was indeed in one piece, nodded to her voice. ”To be honest with you, I'd rather be worried and a little stressed about it and actually find you then to pay your disappearance no heed and find out that you hadn't of made it out afterall,” It was a hundred percent accurate, his statement, and he could only hope that his apparently undue concern for her wouldn't be a cause for future wariness. He was sure that if she had expressed such distress over his well-being that he would have been secretly thrilled, but on another paw he had grown up with several female siblings and the resulting lessons learned were that drappas tended to have a whole different spin on things than he did. He supposed that, like any other mann, he would appreciate being able to understand exactly what was going through her mind, if only for a moment. But, alas, the mind of a drappa is one that is held under lock and key and to expect to ever truly understand would be exceptionally foolish.

A nervous sweat coursed through his body and his air caught in his throat as Capella developed a rather severe look and didn't answer him for a moment; had she decided otherwise?- when a grin cut through the previous dark facade and her gentle laugh nipped at his auds, followed by her affirmation that Deor would be her pack of choice. He heaved a sigh, anxiety subsiding, and felt his face grow warm at her words. ”We decided early on that we would join a pack together, remember?” He pressed, and then continued, ”And Deor is definitely the place I'd like to eventually be comfortable enough to call home. If you had chosen something different, however, I would have went with you nonetheless, but I'm glad we'll be going together. I'd much rather be able to see you every day than just when I'd be allowed,” He finished the last bit quickly, subtly hinting (though he didn't exactly know what he was hinting, or even if she'd catch it at all) what feelings he had ascertained.

A fit of thunder made Dax's skin crawl; while he enjoyed watching the storm from a distance it was beginning to get uncomfortably close and he eyed the sky charily. It's deep bruise color was starting to acquire a sickly green and while he didn't know exactly what that meant he knew that anything besides the sky's typical blue or gray was unnecessary and sinister in the way of natural calamities. Beside him Capella had spooked and was now laughing, though he could definitely hear the underlying agitation and he turned toward, giving a reassuring smile and pausing as he did so to once again secretly study her features, not realizing that she was doing the same. Her disposition was one tat he found incredibly calming, and while she made him more nervous than he usually was around new faes, he was under the impression that she really didn't mind his excessive anxiety or his stutter (or, perhaps it was only that he was masking them well, though he shoved that thought from his mind. She had to like him a little bit, right?)

He had been incredibly hopeful that she would fill the gap between them, but to no avail. With a doleful expression he dropped his head a little, feeling not only ridiculously idiotic but also aware that it could be cause for dislike on her end. Internally wailing, the sudden thwack of her sodden tail coming into contact with his haunch caused him to catch his breath and he openly gawked at her. ”D-did you just..d-did....” The sentence, like the first he had ever spoken to her, failed miserably, but he realized, very slowly, that she hadn't moved it. Confidence restored (though still attentive to any misgivings), Dax scooted slowly sideways until he could feel the what warmth her wet fur was giving off mixing with his own. Flicking his tail back, he let it rest on hers and dropped his blue eyes, embarrassed, before slowly bringing his gaze up to hers and smiling shyly.

[Capella]

ooc: Ew. Horrible post! O: It probably gives you nothing to work with. I'm sorry. XD

Capella

The female watched Dax silently, listening intently to his words as he spoke of Deor. Her heart leapt when he repeated their discussion from their first meeting. He had remembered! She lifted a paw and struck it out gently at his chest, eyes twinkling in the darkness of the cave. “I feel the same way. I’m glad that we’ll be joining together. It’ll be nice to have someone I know in a pack of strangers.” She shook her head and laughed again. All was turning out for the best. Finally, everything seemed to be going her way.

She blinked as he began to speak, glancing briefly down at her soaked tail her and then up to him. His stutter, she found adorable and wondered what caused it. Was it her? She felt a pang of guilt stab through her stomach. Was it her making him feel embarrassed? She frowned at the thought, but glanced sideways towards him. Perhaps he simply needed to know that there was no reason to be nervous around her. She was just another wolf. She held no special rank. She was average looking. So what was there to be nervous about?

She was drawn instantly from her thoughts when the gap between them closed and she felt the warmth of his body against her’s. The warmth was wonderful and she wanted to close her eyes and curl against him and sleep. As her gaze met his, she smiled, touching her nose to his, good naturedly. “You know you’re probably going to get wet, sitting this close to me. She spoke softly, thoughtfully. She was truly concerned with the fact that he too, might end up getting wet because of her still slightly drenched coat. True, it was slowly drying, but the weather was making it difficult. What she wouldn’t give for a warm sunny day.

She again settled her gaze on his and smiled. “You know, we hardly know anything about each other and look at us. I could be a horrible killer and you wouldn’t even know.

[Dax Ehzno]

OOC: Pshhh, all your posts are always amazing And even if it had been awful, I'm not bad at just rambling on and on anyway xD

Though Dax was usually one to keep his pelt meticulously clean, the simple fact that he was actually touching her was enough to effectively silence any pretty-boy disquiets his mind had been voicing; they were instead replaced with a mix of blurred thoughts that amounted to nothing and blissful sense of disbelief. A warmth far greater than his own seemed to be rushing up and down his lightly built body before turning cool and sending little shivers grappling at his spine. As he looked over at her, his cerulean eyes widened as he was suddenly nose-to-nose with the femme, and he gave a nearly inaudible whine as she pulled away, warning him of possible dampness affecting his own coat. He twitched his ears, wondering for a moment if it a hint for him to give her more appropriate space, but he forced the thought away; if she would rather he not be in such close proximity, she wouldn't have let him in the first place. Instead of asking her, however, he simply cocked his head as if putting her under great scrutiny, before finally answering, ”It doesn't look too wet,” and pressing against her. ”Besides, aren't you cold?” he added, feeling his own slight chill as her fur (which really was awfully wet still) mingled with his, the cold prickling against his skin.

At her words, he realized with a slow smile that she was correct, but at the last bit he laughed, a full, throaty peal of laughter that was joined with a wide grin. ”I think that if you were a horrible killer, I'd be dead right now. I'm definitely close enough. Perhaps we should exchange some little fascinating tidbits about ourselves, though?” He looked away, thoughtful for a moment, before speaking again, though slowly, not wanting to seem like he was rambling. His grin had faded a little, but its remnants were still there, curling his silvery maw. ”My full name is Daxton Ehzno; my mother Kaori and my Drappa Kele named me. I come from the Mato pack. I have four brothers and five sisters- we're not all from the same litter, though- and I am the second eldest. In my own pack, I was lead hunter and my pack's nurse on the side. I'm not sure which I enjoy more.” He stopped, wanting to let her share what she would wish. He knew from their previous encounter that something awful had happened to her, and he didn't want her to feel hard-pressed to offer him any information that she didn't want to, so he had tried to keep it a simple history.

[Capella]

ooc: XD Nah. You're are great. This one is bad too.

Capella

The female had to agree, she was cold, though she didn’t want to admit it. She didn’t want to concern him with such trivial issues like that. After all, it wasn’t like she was going to die because of it. She wanted to laugh. Die because she was feeling a little cold? If she could survive the harsh winters of the area, then she could survive being wet for a little while. She allowed her eyes to meet his and gave a soft sigh. “In deed. I am still cold, but it’s nothing at all. I just fell into the river, after all.” She shook her head, ending the discussion on the cold. It was no need to concern themselves over and eventually her coat would dry.

However, Dax surprised her with his next words. She found it amazing that he felt comfortable enough to speak of his past and his life. It sounded as though he had lived a pleasant life which pricked a question in the back of her mind. Why leave such a wonderful place? Perhaps it had been to chase the love of his life? Maybe he had committed some horrible crime and had to flee. She felt guilty for the thought, but couldn’t help but cast an uneasy glance towards the wolf at her side. No. He was definitely not the type, that much she was sure of.
“Your family sounds wonderful…And you had such important jobs. You have nothing to worry about when you get to Deor. The Alpha male will welcome you. She paused, allowing her thoughts to now drift back to her own family. She remembered the day she left, the look in her mother’s eyes. It was as though Capella had torn her heart out. Her own father had refused to see her off. He had disapproved of Capella’s love. She shook her head, forcing a smile though her thoughts where heavy with grief.

“I was the only female in a litter of three. I was the youngest. My brothers where Neith and Wezen and I loved them dearly. We had a tendency to get into a bit of trouble as youngsters. My mother was the Drappa of our pack. Her name was Vela and then there was my father. I adored him. He was strict, but loving. His name was Crux. It was a small pack located in the mountains far from here. She paused again, fearing if she continued, she might lose her self control. She didn’t wish to make a fool of herself in front of him.

With another sigh, she continued. “I was just coming into my second year when a roving male happened into our pack lands. He was dazzling and I found myself blindly in love with him. I decided when he moved on, I would follow. My mother was devastated and my father ---he wasn’t pleased. But I left with him and we settled in a small patch of unclaimed land. We would have had four pups—but the food was scarce and they died shortly after birth. My mate, Thoth, died not long after during a search for food. He had starved. I forced myself to move on and I have been traveling since. She offered a smile, showing that there was no need to feel sad for what she had been through. Although at first she had cursed the Gods, believing there was no reason for what had happened to her. Yet she realized it was all a part of life. It was apparent that she had not been meant to raise a family with the male. She was not meant to settle down and live a pleasant life.

Again, Capella wanted to laugh. Although things had been horrible in the beginning, it was looking as though the Gods now favored her. She had been graced with a new friend and a possibility of a new home. A new pack and one that seemed perfectly suitable for her.

[Dax Ehzno]

OOC: Shaddup >.> If nothing else, you gave me plenty to work with. ;D Sorry I didn't really return the favor. And it's all choppy and stuff. ugh.

Dax knew she was correct; he had been foolish to leave his previous pack out of nothing but arrogance. ”My family was wonderful,” he admitted sadly, looking away. ”I left because, at the moment of my decision, I put myself before them. Because I had gotten in a spat with my Dragga's son- my best friend- and I would rather have protected my ego and left him behind that to stay, show some humility, and possibly smoothed our friendship over.” He nearly regretted telling her; he knew that she had reason now to seriously rethink trusting him with any sort of a friendship. He didn't want Capella to think any less of him, or think him to be too proud- yes, he had made a crucial error, but he didn't plan on doing it again. ”I miss them often, especially my siblings.” A sort of faraway look had swallowed his usually bright eyes and he gazed toward the cave's mouth. ”There was one drappa, my youngest sister, you would have liked her. Alba was her name. She was my favorite,” A crooked smile appeared as the image of the lithe little whelp dashed through his mind. ”She was a bit rowdy, though. She liked to give me a hard time. But, if I were to ever have a daughter, I'd want her to be just like Alba.”

Daxton listened raptly as Capella spoke, his ardent curiosity about the fae's past satiated at last. He smiled at the bit about her being a troublemaker as a cub, but the smile faded slowly as he learned about her mate. A quick pang of jealousy gnawed its way through him, though he mentally forced it away; he had no right to be jealous and this feeling quickly faded into a far sadder one. He felt sure, though, that patronizing Capella would induce no benevolence from her, and so he merely stayed silent- though, after gathering his courage, he tentatively licked her behind her ear, a sort of apology laced with his own sort of Dax-esque flair, attempting to blend what he had surmised that he felt about her into one simple action.

There was a sort of sorrowful tension winding its way through the air, and the dragga felt a great need to lift it, though he wasn't sure how to go about doing it. Outside, the storm, so cross and volatile earlier, was either lessening or moving off behind them, for the rain had definitely lightened in force and the thunder was disapating. Stealing a sideways gaze at Capella he smiled to himself as heat radiated between them; the coolness of her damp fur had seemed to neutralize and he didn't mind it at all anymore. With a soft sigh he smiled at the fae; the hour or so they had spent within the confines of the cave had greatly relieved the majority of his anxiousness around her.

[Capella]

ooc: Mine is horrible. O: And I only have like...3 posts left before I reach twenty. XD

Capella

Capella turned her thoughtful eyes to Dax, watching him curiously as he explained his reason behind the departure from his orginal pack. He had been young and she too, had been such a wolf when she had been younger. There were few words that didn’t irritate her pride. Such things happened and there wasn’t much that could be done about it now. She smiled understandingly, her tail sweeping to the side. There was no room for her to speak against his doings for she too had been quick to anger in her younger years and there were many atime where she had felt like walking away from the pack. After all, she had left them to be with some roving male.

She felt another smile tug across her muzzle as she watched him smile and recall memories of a certain drappa. She had been concerned by the distant look in his eyes, but he seemed to recall himself with the memory. She had poured out the important parts of her past, explaining to him parts that had been painful to recall. At times, she had to pause to regain her composure before continueing. However, her mind was pulled from the dark memories back to the present at the gentle caress behind her ear. At first she was startled, unsure of what it was, but then her eyes settled once again on Dax, taking in the handsome formation of his face and his bright thoughtful eyes. Indeed, she was pleased to have ended up in the cave with his company.

”We all have done things we end up regretting. Its part of life. As I have learned during my lifetime. As terrible as everything was, if it hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have found myself here. I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet you. The female smiled and rose, breaking the connect between them. She took a step forwards and then twisted her head back to stare at him, eyes twinkling happily. “The weather is finally letting up. We can make our way to Deor now. And find out exactly are jobs will be as new pack members.

She pranced forwards, light-footed to the mouth of the cave peering cautiously out into the sky, taking note that the dark clouds were dissipating. She was happy the thunder was moving away and the dreadful lightening that could strike down and set aflame any of the trees. She had heard horrible stories of flames created from a slash from the sky that had killed entire packs. She wanted to shiver, but she forced herself to remain composed. Again, she cast a glance back to Dax, wondering now, what he truly thought of her. Perhaps mentioning her past and her previous mate had been a bad idea. She gave a soft sigh, allowing her expression for just a moment to become downcast. But as she realized her slip up, she brightened, smiling once again, back at Dax. “We finally have a home. We are loners no more.

[Dax Ehzno]

OOC: You're almost there!

And like I said in my RS post, sorry my posts keep shortening >.>

His gaze had yet to stray from Capella, careful to heed any misgivings she might outwardly show after he had divulged such humbling memories. His standing with her now couldn't have been any worse, and he physically wilted at the thought. He hadn't wanted to make a bad impression; he was only being honest. Perhaps his honesty might serve as the positive thing in the mix? Yet the fae smiled, a sort of knowing, an insight that made his glance turn hopeful and he brightened considerably, ginger tail swishing nervously across the floor of the cave and inevitably coming into contact with hers. He kept it there, the simple contact... what was the word? Uplifting? Perhaps. Uplifting.

Indeed, Capella's presence had essentially brushed the bitterness of his memories away, leaving him feeling a sort of ambivalent mix of contentedness and longing. He was elated to be here, next to her, but at the same time, he felt a throb of misery for leaving Mato; Daxton could never return. Still, he knew now that Capella's entire family had perished, and admiration bubbled up in him as he looked at her, gaze soft. Here he was, distressed that he couldn't return to a pack, when the fae didn't even have a pack to return to. A single thought trounced the previous: they did now. Deor would be their new home, and it would be the start of something new, something that they wouldn't have to face alone.

The drappa's words sort of settled him, though he felt a warm blush and gave her a smile. Leaning towards her as she pulled away, he voiced a short, nearly inaudible whine and hastily stood, nodding at her suggestion and glancing momentarily out to the almost-clear skies. He realized with a grin that her fur had still yet to fully dry, and he watched her as she cavorted to the cave's yawning mouth, eager for the smile he had begun to expect- when he received it, he trotted to her flank and nodded. ”Perhaps Mist will be ready for us.” He looked thoughtful for a moment before chuckling happily. ”Or, perhaps she's had those pups!” Lowering his head, the male nipped at Capella's shoulder before bolting from the cave in a leap. Bounding away, he stopped for a moment and glanced back at her, cerulean eyes glittering and a grin splayed across his silvery muzzle.

”Well, are you coming or not?”

[Capella]

ooc: Yay! O: Only like two more to go!

Capella the Loving

Cracking through the soft grey clouds were rays of sunlight, showering down upon the earth like the rain had just moments earlier. It was refreshing to see the change in weather, just like the change in season was coming. Soon, the rest of the snow would melt away and reveal the new sprouts of grass and flows would unfurl their petals and stretch upwards trying to catch the warmth of the sun. She smiled up at the sky, a small gust of wind ruffling through her damp coat. It brought a chill to her skin, but she enjoyed it. She felt strangely more alive than she had in a long time. From all the terrible things that had happened to her came this. She had, at first, shied away from this place, wanting to bypass the current packs. But something pulled her forwards, changing her mind. She was thankful for whatever it was. If she hadn’t changed her mind, she wouldn’t have met Dax. She allowed her eyes to flutter close and pulled the image of his face to mind, although he was standing just behind her. His dazzling cerulean eyes sparkled and made her feel secure and safe.

Capella turned her gaze back towards the male as he spoke of Mist and then as he drew up to her side. Pups… She smiled slightly, recalling her own litter and then the young of others that she had met along her journey. She had never spent a great deal of time around them during her time as a loner, but she was longing to settle into Deor and become a part of their family. To watch Mist’s pups grow to adulthood and be a part of their lives. She felt suddenly giddy, her heart soaring. She gave a slight nod to Dax’s words, offering her agreement to his statements. Yes, perhaps the pups had arrived. It was all the more reason to get there faster.

She was startled by the nip to her shoulder, turning suddenly upon Dax to return the nip, but he had already sprang away from the mouth of the cave, pausing several feet ahead to look back at her. She laid her ears back in mock irritation, but her golden eyes giving away her true feelings. She gave one more last glance towards the back of the cave and then loped forwards the stand for a moment at Dax’s side. “I’m coming… She allowed her voice to trail off, casting a sly glance towards Dax. “But the last one to get there has to eat a beetle.” She gave his shoulder a rough nudge and then sprang away, leaping lightly and gracefully over a fallen log and disappearing into the tree line.

[Dax Ehzno]

OOC: okay, three things. numero uno: I'm procrastinating with stupid actions because i don't want to make a post that's him running the entire way to Deor when you've still got 2 post points left. numero dos: i'm going to pretend that him tackling Capella at the speed she was going wouldn't hurt her in the slightest >.< numero tres: i know it gives you nothing to work with. if you have anything in mind, like action-wise, feel free to god-mode as you wish ^.^ This would have been a bit longer, but I didn't want to god-mode myself without asking you first. /OOC



Dax was essentially another moment of ear-pinning away from tossing himself at Capella's paws and begging for forgiveness, when he saw that soft gleam in her captivating orbs that belied her actions. He felt all muscles slacken considerably as the beautiful femme flanked him; just as he was about to say something that started along the lines of, ”You know, Capella, I'm really glad I met you...” or something equally sentimental she proposed a challenge and sprang away, her lithe bodice distancing them in great bounds and her shove catching him off guard and making him stumble. He was left gawking for a moment at the word 'beetle', but the fact that she was no longer in his line of sight made him internally wail and externally yelp her name sharply, and then bolt off, his pace reserved only for times of extremities. She was gone, and she was by herself, and they were still close to that river, and, and, and...

Needless to say, he caught up with her.

She was a blur of silver and black, bobbing up and down beside the dragga, whose anxiety quickly abated. As long as he knew where she was, she would be okay, or at least that's how he saw it. He was contemplating whether or not he should actually truly attempt to win or not when a devious thought manifested itself. Angling just to his right, where Capella was running, he cut her off and continued on in front of her for just a moment before slewing, his muscles bunching together as he stopped and dropped to his forelegs, cerulean eyes sparkling. She had not been far behind, and now she quickly approaching. Using what mental dexterity he was able to conjure in the fae's presence (she had that knack of making all his brains seep through his ears), he calculated where and when he needed to lunge, and did so, making a full-on attempt to tackle the femme to the ground. He wasn't trying to hurt her, oh no, just an attempt to get those last bouts of mindless energy out before they approached Deor territory lines.

[Capella]

ooc: Haha. I couldn't God Mod if I tried. XD Its just to difficult for me because I've avoided it for so long. But I don't mind at all. I'd only be picky about it, if it was someone I didn't like. O: But yay! Thanks for helping me make it to 20! Only one to go! Capella and Dax are funny.

Capella the Loving

Soft laughter seeped from her jaws, musical in tone and strangely heart lifting. She loved the way the wind breezed through her fur, the dampness of her coat offering a refreshing coolness to her skin. She loved the way the earth gave way beneath her claws and the intoxicating aroma that wafted up from the freshly turned earth. It seemed like forever to her, since the last time she had allowed her muscles a proper stretch. Coiling beneath her flesh and propelling her forwards with each graceful stride, working smoothly within her limbs like the parts of a well oiled machine. In truth, that was what she was. The ideal machine in life. She could hunt, run, track and fight. She had the wits to plan, to keep out of the rain and flee when the odds weren’t in her favor. What more did a creature need? Of course she had flaws, just as any other did. Life was not perfect, after all. But if things went according to plan, she would life a healthy long life, passing peacefully in her sleep among the ones she loved.

Capella twitched to the side, noting movement in the corner of her line of sight. She smiled slightly to herself as her golden eyes rested briefly on the handsome face of Dax. She was pleased he had decided to come along because, honestly, there had been a twinge of fear that he would remain behind, leaving her to race on ahead alone. She felt another sense of panic grip her heart as he crossed across her path and took off ahead. She momentarily forgot her bold challenge, only imagining him racing off into the distance, never to see her again. She felt the impact far before she released what was happening. The wind was knocked from her as she landed heavily on her side. She stared bewildered at the male, wondering what in the world he was doing---but then it all came rushing over her like a wave. A sly grin worked its away across her sleek muzzle, her ears pulling back in mock irritation. She climbed to her feet, casting one glance over her shoulder to assess the state of her damp coat. Dirt, leaves and other miscellaneous earthly things clung to her lightly hued coat and for a moment she felt a true twinge of anger. Not at Dax, but at her damp coat.

Whirling back to face the male head on, she sprang suddenly to the left and then forwards at him, aiming to take him roughly in the shoulder and send him off his feet.