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Post by okamiwolf on Dec 8, 2006 22:55:58 GMT -5
It had been, admittedly, a long time since Lucivar had decided to come back to these lands. But with Cagalli’s new pups, Lucivar’s skill would be needed once again. But what had happened to Chalos? Where was he right now?
Creamy muzzle pointed toward heaven, the elegant fae watched the clouds traverse across the sky. A light smile graced her black lips and she padded further into the familiar terra, her icy hues fixed on the sky above her, audits alert for any sort of ‘welcome home’ that she might possibly come by. The fae had met some interesting Varg in her absence. One in particular a fae called Kairo. A fae who’d fallen for a Balkan wolf. Luci, in truth, held no ill feelings for the all brute pack, in fact, she sometimes envied them. Of course being of Deor meant that she was limited from their company, not that she minded, Luci really wasn’t very social outside of her home lands. Her home… it sounded nice to think about it, her heart warming as she passed through the crunching frosty covered grass.
The fae paused then, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The cold hair struck the back of her throat, and it was refreshing. She listened to the winter birds, and reveled in the peaceful atmosphere. Then, without so much as a second thought, she tossed her muzzle straight up, and released a long, melodious howl that shivered in the freezing air.
Her song of homecoming lingered and traveled through the dense bracken and bare branches. When she lowered her muzzle at last she gazed around, not expectantly. She was hoping though, that perhaps Chalos might come bounding forward. On the other paw, he would most likely reprimand her for being gone for so long. Such a long absence is call for something of the sort. But this didn’t bother her too much, she was home. Home at last. Safe in her pack lands.
Slowly, Lucivar finally relaxed her travel-tired paws. She lowered herself to the ground, listening to the grass crackle beneath her weight. Her eyes scanned the horizon. What had happened since she’d left? Since she’d taken her short sojourn outside of Deor? Were there any other new members besides Cagalli’s pups?
Lucivar’s pink tongue lolled from her mouth, she panted slightly, the moisture of her breath condensing into a fog with each puffing exhale. She continued to wait. “I ponder if any are still here…” she murmured sadly to herself, feeling guilty for how long she’d been gone.
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Post by Chalos Autumn on Feb 2, 2007 15:51:46 GMT -5
[glow=black,3,000]It had been nearly three months since the pack had been left on its own after their Dragga had fallen deathly ill. Deor had been on a pack hunt, gathering meat for the winter months, when suddenly Chalos had tripped, hit the ground hard, and not gotten up. During the time that he'd been resting alone in his den, the enormous wolf had changed. Not physically, but mentally..
For once, Chalos saw a whole new world - the pain that he had suffered through his life up until taking over Deor had broken loose. Like a black blood flowing through his veins and tainting the rich crimson, the Dragga now remembered this pain, remembered what he had for so long successfully hidden away. He had realised that he had but one life to live, and he had to live it to the fullest - it was time to step up and act like an alpha, to rule his pack with reason and to make sure that, long after the pack had died away, Deor and the last member of the Diiore family to rule would be remembered.
Or would he have pups? This was also something that had plagued the mind of the autumn-slashed obsidian. It was only right to keep up his bloodlines because Fenris only knew how tainted pups fathered by Nocturnia would be.. He didn't want his family to be remembered as the psychotic blackbloods of Transylvania. Though, knowing Nocturnia, anything he fathered would be killed before too long, along with its mother. Ah, his brother was a wild and twisted Mann, but Chalos didn't hate him for his insanity, for both brothers had endured much; the only difference between them was that Chalos used their experiences to grow and Nocturnia was tortured to madness by the harsh touch of a human.
But even if he did want pups, with whom would he commence to mate with? Sure, there were many a pretty she-varg in Deor, but he wanted a wise wolf with a gentle personality. So far, the monstrous alpha had yet to even find a mate, even though he had been ruling the pack for nearly a year now.. but the more he thought about it, the more positive he was - there was a femme that he sought, a peaceful girl who made his heart skip and his stomach to twist, his tongue to tie, his mind to numb. Chalos was madly in love with Lucivar, but up until now he hadn't questioned the strange sensations that she stirred in him. (IN HIS LOINS. HAHA .. Kidding, kidding.)
Sighing, the bearlike Dragga of Deor pondered whether or not Lucivar was even interested in him.. It had been quite a while since her visits had ceased and he had seen nor heard anything of her. Perhaps she's still in the packlands, he thought. With a half-hearted why-not shrug, Chalos filled his lungs with one massive inhale, reared his great head high, and bellowed a song into the heavens, calling for Luci, beckoning her, wherever she was, to please, please, please come to him.[/glow]
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Post by okamiwolf on Feb 2, 2007 23:29:09 GMT -5
Audits pricked forward at the familiar sound. The tone was so rich, but at the same time, she heard something different in Chalos’ howl. It was like he longed for something, or rather someone. He was calling to her, she knew that. Perhaps he was worried that she’d been gone for so long, of course she’d only left once she was sure that he would fully recover, and when she’d come back, well it was clear that he’d recovered enough to wander about the territory.
She stood immediately, her long legs lifting a thin and delicate frame from the crisp ground, and she lingered for but a moment. Pensive, unsure if she might get into trouble for having taken such a long journey. For not telling anyone where she’d gone off to. Her eyes glimmered with worry for a moment, but it was Chalos. The Dragga for which her heart fluttered, and her stomach did flips. Her feelings for him were partially the reason she’d left. After all, Cairo said that she liked him as well, which lead Lucivar into a lie, and a stressful position that she had felt in need to get out of. She had no idea that Cairo had left these lands. She would never be able to set the lie right, like she’d told Kacia she would do.
Decidedly, Lucivar again lifted her sleek muzzle to the heavens and answered Chalos’ call. She was letting him know that she was on her way.
The note quivered in the winter air, and she was moving in no time, feeling like she wasn’t within her body, but watching from above, as if she were a songbird. She moved elegantly through the bracken, and weaved about the trees, Chalos had called for her, she would come. Since she’d been at the boarders she knew that it would take her a while to get there, but her mind was set on the one who she loved so much. Yes, loved, she was sure about it by now. Chalos was the wolf that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and afterlife as well. If he didn’t feel the same way, then she would become barren and have no cubs, she would have no other love.
The great pines and sycamores passed by, flashes of brown and bare limbs, she kicked up dirt and powder as her claws dug down to give herself the needed traction. Soon, Lucivar could see his figure. The great bulk that was Chalos Autumn, brave Dragga of the Deor Lands.
“Chalos!” She yipped gleefully, she didn’t feel winded, and though her running had seemed to last for days, it had only been maybe, forty or so minutes. But she was here now. And there was Chalos, standing before her. Her icy hues glimmered with the joy at seeing him. She instantly changed modes though, suddenly her thick plume went limp, dangling behind her. Her head was held lower, and her soft brown audits tipped back, she held herself submissive to the great Dragga, gazing up at the brute with apologetic affection. “You’re well again, I’m glad, though I knew that you would regain your strength.”
The nurse waited. She was expecting him to be mad at her, she was expecting him to explode in fury and snap or punish her for vanishing without so much as a simple good-bye or warning.
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