The Blind May See More (open)

[joyo]

Joyo's blind eyes didn't do anything to deceive her of where she was going. Ever since she had become blind, she had trained herself to enhance her senses of hearing and smell so that she wouldn't be a blind fool.

As she wandered towards the smell of the water, she started to wonder about things. Her thoughts drifted to this new land that she had ventured to. It was unfamiliar to her, and she was slightly scared of it. But, she knew she would find a friend to guide her. Then she thought of how different she was from other normal vargs.

Her coat was the color of the grass and the leaves on the trees. She had a star that was the color of the night on her one shoulder. She knew it meant something, but she didn't know what. Again, she was blind, and so she never got to really see what the world was. She only has recollections of what the world was and looked like when she was a pup.

When she was a pup, her true family was attacked. Her parents were attacked and killed by a rogue bear. This bear slashed her eyes and made her blind. She looked forward to the day she found a bear. She would make it pay, giving it no mercy.

She giggled at these thoughts of silliness that she frequently had. She was always silently threatening the bear race for what they did to her family. And then, she hasn't seen her brother ever since that day. But she has managed to keep the scent of him close to her heart so that the day she does find him, she'll know it is him.

She neared the water, so she lowered her green head down until she felt the water touch her nose. She lapped up the clean, refreshing water. It refreshed her thirst. Now, if only she could find some food.

She had a way to make this work. She laid down and lowered her head to the ground, hoping she was blending into the landscape. Then, she listened and focused only on her sense of hearing. She listened to all of the noises around her, waiting for the sound of a deer.

Then she heard it. There was a slight crunching noise as the hooves of the deer approached. She waited for it to get closer. When it did, she jumped up and felt for the thing. There was a scuffle of fur and teeth, and then Joyo had the deer's neck in her teeth. She felt the warm blood filter into her mouth.

She ripped the flesh of the deer off and chomped down on it. She smiled to herself as she thought about having yet another successful catch. Sometimes, like this time, she got lucky and got the prey the first time. Other times, she went hungry for a few days. Still others, she would chase the prey over and over and over again until she got it and ate.

Then, she heard another noise. She jumped up and growled. These days, she had become very wary. She obviously couldn't see anything, so she had a slight disadvantage. But, that didn't mean she wasn't a good fighter.

She had trained for a very long time to become a good fighter. She had figured out how to keep the attacker right in front of her, where she had a powerful and usually fatal bite. But, she didn't like to use these tactics unless it was absolutely, positively, 100% necessary.

[Stoli]

The day was young and beautiful and Stoli didn’t have a care in the world. Fenris’ rays made the red in her pelt glisten and her amber orbs scanned the terrain as she made her way to the rushing waters of the river that divided Transylvania. One side was bright and loving; while the other side seemed to be a little darker and dreary, as she pondered this she became thirsty and decided to venture for a drink.

Soon she came to an opening, the rays reflected off the rushing waters causing the fae to squint for a moment. When her eyes adjusted to the bright rays, she noticed a strange looking varg down the shore. Tilting her head back and forth she tried to remember if she had ever seen such coloring on her worldly travels, but nothing came to mind. Curiosity got the better of her and she decided to approach the grassy fae. Before she could speak she heard a growl come from the fae,

“Calm yourself, I mean you no harm. My name is Stoli, your beautiful coat grabbed my attention and I decided to come and say hello. But if you wish to be alone, I shall leave you in peace.”

Stoli had no idea that this green fae was indeed blind, she seemed normal to her and seemed more than able to hunt for herself….

[joyo]

Joyo let her guard down slightly as the other wolf approached. From the sounds of it, the other varg was a fae. She sniffed to get the scent of this varg.

"Well, Stoli, I wish you no harm either. My being blind, I have to be cautious. My name is Joyo. Thank you for complimenting my pelt. I know it is an unusual one, indeed, but that is what Tor and Fenris chose to give me." Joyo dipped her head in respect, and then thoughtfully pushed the deer carcass to Stoli, hoping she would accept it as a new friend gift.

Of course, she wouldn't be able to tell if it was accepted or not, for again, she was blind. But, Stoli sounded nice enough that she would accept it. Joyo smiled and then walked close to Stoli. She felt for her neck and tail. She liked to get a ride on how big her fellow vargs were.

"Sorry if this bothers you. I like to tell how big other vargs I am speaking with are. Tell me, what color is your pelt?"

[Stoli]

Relief immediately enter her amber eyes, the unusual color fae was indeed friendly. A grateful smile came across Stoli’s maw, but immediately was temporarily wiped away when she heard that her new companion was blind. It didn’t seem to bother the fae she now knew as Joyo, so soon her smile once again replaced her frown.

“Yes, we are all dealt different cards I suppose, and should be grateful for whatever the cards are no matter how sad or unfortunate they might seem.”

Joyo, soon nudged a deer towards her so that Stoli could also quench her hunger, a very kind gesture she thought. She in return began to eat some of the fresh meat, loud enough so that the blind fae could hear that she accepted her offer.

“Thank you Joyo, it was very kind of you to share such a fantastic meal.”

Stoli smiled at the fae, even though she couldn’t see her, but she hoped she heard the happiness in her voice.

Stoli was a little taken by surprise when the green fae approached her and used her muzzle to size her up around her neck and tail. The red pelted fae tensed just briefly and almost started to back away when she realized what Joyo was doing.

“I’m not too much of a threat to you am I?”

She joked with the fae with a slight chuckle in her voice. Stoli was not a large fae by any means. She was a red wolf, much smaller than the average gray wolf, but slightly larger than a coyote.

“So, Joyo, I feel since I can see you, but you cannot see me that it is only far to tell you what I look like, so at least you can have a picture in your head of who you are talking to. I am a red wolf; I am quite small for a wolf, compared to most of the ones I’ve run into around here. My eyes are the color of Fenris as she sets, and my pelt is a blend of different colors. My underside is a deep cream, while the rest of my pelt is tan, black and red all mixed together. Though it might not sound like it, I find it quite beautiful. My tail is long, and my ears are larger than gray wolves, but do me justice I think.”

She was very curious about the grassy fae before her; she rested back on her haunches to relax while she asked her a question,

“I hope that I am not to forward when I ask this, but curiosity has gotten the best of me. Do you mind telling me how you became blind? It must be hard to be a lone wolf when you cannot see where you are going…”

[Fellack]

Meanwhile, slowly padding the warm soil alongside the Transylvanian river, came a varg pelted in a dark black. The wolf, who went by the name of Fellack, stopped abruptly to take a long drink from the cold, refreshing water. Such an unfair disadvantage he had here, with the heat of the sun against his black coat he was almost suffocating from his journey. Fellack lifted his dripping muzzle from the river to hear the soft growling of another varg. Ears up, tail alert, Fellack began to stalk through the neighboring trees to get a closer view. A safe view. As he got in speaking distance, Fellack began to understand what they were saying. But it wasn't what they were saying that confused him- they obviously were two different travelers, who happened (destined?) to cross paths. What surprised him, what caught his interest, was one of the fae's coats. It stood in the sun- a brilliant green. Fellack was speechless, both for his safety, and for the shock of the masterpiece Fenris had bestowed. It wasn't strange; it was.. different. And that's what led Fellack to speak- because he liked different. "Greetings, fae. I mean you no harm. I was passing by in search of shelter when I came across you and your friend there." Fellack made a gesture with his muzzle to the smaller fae. "May I join you?" Fellack carefully growled. He knew that such a request was dangerous, for if they were really hostile, he could be in trouble. But he had to take a chance, or else what chance did he have?

[Sandhya]

The she-varg padded through the woods sniffing the air for food. She had not eaten in what seems forever. For she had not eatin her coat was usually sleek shiny jet black but now it was a dull gray. She was very thin and her mind was playing tricks from her hunger. She continued to pad along hoping the next scent of a meal would not just be the tricks, but they would be real. She got tired and fell to the ground exausted. She hoped death would come soon, for she did not know how long she might have to suffer.

[Fellack]

Fellack waited. And waited. Yet still the two Varg across the river continued their conversation themselves, oblivious to the wolf speaking to them. With a few more attempts Fellack realized communication was futile. The river was going through a rapid state, and the churning of water over Fellack's voice made it impossible for the others to hear. With a snarl and a quick intake of fresh, spring air Fellack pondered on the possibilities of what to do next. He was hungry. Fellack hadn't eaten in the past few days, not starving, but he needed something to eat. But what could he possibly find here? After a few minutes, Fellack gave up fishing. It was pathetic. With a start at a noise behind him, Fellack whirled around, tail alert, to come face to face with a small rabbit. In a flash it was in his jaws, sweet blood oozing out of his mouth and onto his stained muzzle. Fellack looked around for a safe place to devour his kill, so he quickly retraced his steps to find a pale black wolf laying on its side. With a quick scan, he noticed it was barely breathing, a Fae, and starving. Fellack cautiously approached, weighed his decisions, took one last envious look at the rabbit in his jaws, and tossed it next to the fae's muzzle with a soft, but audible lump.