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Post by Dakota Spirit on Jun 3, 2006 1:30:05 GMT -5
Remaining where he stood Dak watched the two fae for a few seconds. They seemed to go well together..Cairo's cream colored pelt contrasting with the splashed silver of Lucivar's own handsome coat. Cario belonged here, he thought. He had known that she would. Taking a deep breath Dakota laughed lightly as Cairo's pretty face suddenly turned back to him. He had already began to lope after the two fae when he noticed that her pink tounge was now sticking out at him. Within seconds it seemed he was back at her side. His eyes sparkled and danced in Fenris's golded rays...butting Cairo lightly on the sholder with his wide muzzle Dakota smiled at her once more before returning his gaze to the path ahead of them.
As the walked on the silance around them was somewhat comforting to the mann-varg. It gave him time to be alone with his thoughts. What was he really doing here? He had come for Cairo...but what if that didn't work out? After all he had seen the gleam in her eyes when she had first mentioned her wish the meet Chalos Autumn. Surely those feelings were still there....right? Sighing softly Dakota turned his head in time to see Cairo gived Civar's flank a light nudge. It must be a fae thing he figured. Dismissing the action he once agian turned back to the path...looking as he always did to what was ahead...hoping that this was where he would be able to finally find what he was looking for.
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Post by okamiwolf on Jun 7, 2006 22:00:10 GMT -5
Lucivar’s mostly brown pelt gleamed as she led the group through the Deor woods. She smiled brightly, it would be nice to finally have some other wolves around. None of the others seemed to ever want to stay INSIDE Deor territories. It was like they would come for a short while, and leave very shortly after. She sighed, it was a sad thing, Deor’s emptiness, but perhaps these two Varg would bring the pack new life.
She smiled as Cairo nudged her flank, her tail swaying back and forth, sweeping lightly through the air, though she didn’t carry it very high, the posture of her body made up for it. Her back was slightly arched, but mostly strait, her muzzle was held high in the air, and she moved with an air of grace, and an undertone of clumsiness. She grinned back, with a knowing gaze, and a secret promise hidden in her Earthly eyes, a promise that she would stay out of it, and let them find each other.
Lucivar glanced back toward Dakota, and jerked her head slightly, beckoning him forward to join the two fae. He really had no reason to hang back, or at least she didn’t see any reason for it. They were all Varg of Deor, and they were all friends.
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Post by Mist on Jun 7, 2006 22:56:00 GMT -5
A graceful, dark grey fae limped wearily into the Deor packlands... Home. She sighed softly as this thought passed through her mind, wondering if she still had the right to call it home after her long abscence and the fact that she no longer knew any of the pack members. Well, that was why she was back, to change that and, if judging from the glassy stillness, the pack needed a bit of reviving, and Mist was resolved to do her best in bringing that about.
Hearing excited, happy voices ahead, Mist stopped suddenly and cocked her head, listening intently to the unfamiliar voices. She turned towards them, deciding that the best way to start her homecoming would be to meet other packmembers. Padding silently through the soft grass, she frowned at her still-painful footpad as she came closer to the other vargs with every step. When she was only a few paces from them, though hidden by a large pine, she paused momentarily to gather herself, and then stepped into the warm sunlight to intercept the three others. Cutting diagonally across their path, she went up to them and smiled slightly as they paused and looked at her. She bowed her head in greeting and spoke softly. "Forgive me for stopping you, but I have just returned to Deor after a long abscence and no longer know anyone. I was hoping that you could perhaps tell me who the current Dragga and Drappa are, at least. Oh! Also, I am called Mist."
(OOC: I'm sorry, I know it's not very good - I haven't RPed or been on TS in a long time... )
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Post by mitia5 on Jun 8, 2006 0:14:42 GMT -5
Travelling with Civar deeper into her new pack lands, Cairo couldn't have felt happier except for the fact that Dak was with her as well. Seeing her motion to Dak to catch up she was happy she too wished him too keep pace with them. "Come on slow poke!" With bright orbs she gaved him her typical teasing glance as if taunting him or daring him to catch up. Licking her cream hued maw with her pink tongue she turned back to focus on the new voice.
Now before them all was another grey fae who introduced herself as Mist. She appeared to have a slight limp however she didn't smell of anything terrible. Pleased to meet more of her fellow pack mates, Cairo smiled happily letting her relaxed tail wag slightly. Of course her mis matched orbs were bright with cheer as she listened to the varg's story. Obviously Mist had been a pack member for quite some time yet due to unknown reasons she had been away from the territory. Not wanting to pry she simply kept to the safe path.
"I'm Cairo, I just joined Deor. There currently is no drappa however the honorable dragga is Chalos Autumn. Right now he is currently out of the pack lands though." Not wanting to take to much of the information away from Civar who had been a loyal pack member for much longer, Cairo stopped there. Glancing to her, she hoped that she had not over stepped her boundaries especially since she was a new member who is a lower rank. Looking over to her obsidian companion, Dak there seemed to be an extra twinkle in her flashing orbs.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Jun 22, 2006 18:04:29 GMT -5
Flattening his ears in mock anger Dakota replyed to Cairo's taunt by bounding up close to her and taking a sharp (not too sharp) nip at her side before turning and walking on like nothing happened. As they continued to wonder down the path Dakota was careful to take close survey of the lands around them. His emerald eyes slid over the land taking in every detail...he wanted to be able to remember it for later incase they ever came back this way. His thoughts were quickly interuped however....this time by a voice he had never heard before.
Quickly whipping his head in the stranger's direction his ears shot up and lips pulled back to reveal two even rows of white teeth forming an evil grin on his maw. His thick tail also was curling up high on his back just as a deep rumble emited from his troat. WAIT! his mind suddenly screamed These are pack lands you fool! You don't need to protect yourslef this way... In the few seconds that these thoughts crashed through the ebony male's mind his tough stature had already begun to ease away. His tail now droped, his mouth closed, his ears flattened out to the side (like Yoda ears!) and slowly the anger faded from his bright eyes. Lowering his head in shame he said in a voice almost like a whimper "I'm sorry...I too just joined. I'm not used to meeting many friendly varg on the forest pathes...I'v lived on my own for too long."
Slithering over close to Cairo he shifted his eyes over to her gleaming face and smiled faintly before lowering his body closer to the ground. What a way to start out in this new pack.
[Sorry for the weird post...my Muse is somewhat absent and I was trying to think of something to post]
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Post by okamiwolf on Jun 27, 2006 22:03:54 GMT -5
Lucivar scented the air around the wolf that called herself ‘Mist.’ She had a familiar scent on her, one that spoke of a wolf called BT. And another that coated her figure, though it was faint, it was clear that Mist had told the truth about being from Deor. “Welcome home Mist, I’m sure you’d be happy to accompany us to the dens? No doubt you’ve had a long journey.”
Her plume swayed back and forth, she was surprised to see any wolves at all, even Deor members. There were few of them these days, but they were all so friendly, or had been so far. Though she’d only really met two herself. Ingo and Chalos. “What Cairo has said is all true, we don’t have a Drappa, but Chalos is our Dragga.”
After a short while she realized that she’d neglected to tell this newcomer, Mist, her own name. “Oh, and I am Lucivar, but you can call me Civar.” Lucivar didn’t chide Cairo, or Dakota. In fact, she was already beginning to think Dakota might make a good Warrior for Deor. He seemed passionate enough about it. She smiled to her two companions, then to the third, and newest addition to their little group.
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Post by Mist on Jun 29, 2006 21:51:16 GMT -5
Mist turns her eyes to Cairo, the first to respond, and bows her head slightly, grateful at the kind response and pleased to meet the other fae, happy that Deor still has the same spirit as before. "It is good to meet you, Cairo. Welcome to the Deor pack, it is wonderful to have you." She smiles and looks to the others. At Dakota's response, the smile fades and she lowers her ears, not angry or defensive, but surprised.
She relaxes after a moment as Dakota lowers his head and softly explains his behavior. Having gone through tough times and fights before, Mist smiles again, this time with understanding in her golden eyes. She pads closer to the young varg and looks him in the eye. "I understand a bit. I've had a bit of experience with distrust..." She pauses for a moment, remembering a certain, not-so-nice shock when she was younger. "...but I hope that you find a much happier life here in Deor, and that you never meet any varg here that isn't friendly..."
Turning to the other fae, she nods respectfully, sensing her to be an important member of the pack. There is also a slightly familiar feel around Lucivar, one that almost reminds her of... BT... but that probably isn't possible... She nods at her first words, "Yes, thank you. I was just on my way to the dens, after all this time, company would be lovely." As Lucivar continues, Mist frowns slightly, never having known Deor without a Drappa. She shakes her head a bit, reminding herself at her long absence and chiding herself to be welcoming to everything, as she has no room to judge. "It is lovely to meet you, Civar. Thank you for the welcome. I'm sorry, it's just that I've never known Deor to only have a Dragga, but then, I have been gone for so long..."
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Post by mitia5 on Jul 5, 2006 1:37:48 GMT -5
((sorry for the wait everyone!!!))
Cairo's two toned orbs seemed to almost laugh as Dak explained his rash behavior. She of course found it to be quite adorable so that as he hunkered down beside her she turned to him with a flashing smile. Playfully she lifted her left forepaw batting at his head as if patting him to let him know that it was alright. Her tail never ceased its wagging as Mist then continued speaking to each of them. Deor truely was a friendly place thus far and her and Dak had but just arrived. As they began to move again Cairo kept pace listening intently to all that was said. It was important to her to know all that was happening within her new home.
Subconciously her black nares twitched memorizing the two faes scents, her packmates. Unable to contribute or try to answer Mist's question, Cairo looked to Civar beginning to wonder why Chalos was indeed a single varg. Afterall she was quite eager to meet however with Dak's presence she managed to hide the fact more so. No need to make Dak feel bad about their company. So far Cairo was never happier than when she had been travelling with Dak to the lands of Deor. As of now all she wished to do was simply meet Chalos Autumn who seemed to have the best pack in all of Transylvania.
Glancing around she noted their surroundings also wanting to become quickly accustomed to her new lands. It was an important task that shouldn't take too long to master. Knowledge of ones own lands was a necessity in the life of a varg. It was as if living in a stranger's land if one wasn't familiar with every tree, every hole, every inch of their own pack lands.
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