Arrival (Chalos.. Other Deor Members)

[Fang]

Large paws skimmed silently over the ground. Ebon form blending with the evening shadows that lingered in between the trees. Orbs scanned around looking for something. Half-sane mind plotting every move without knowing. Fang growled to himself as he inhaled the sticky, warm air. His long, loping strides took him further and further into Deor. As he went, he signalled his arrival with a long, almost mournful howl.
Fang came toward an old tree, seeing it, he slowed and waited. Ears pricked up as he heard pawsteps in the shadows. Orbs flashed a ghostly red, then returned to normal. He scented the air, then waited for the varg to emerge.

[tristan]

Crepuscular shadows painted the territory of a small wolf pack the colors of twilight. Minuscule lights began to emerge from the mounting gloom of darkness. The sun, so many great leaps and bounds away none would ever personally meet the wolf god Fenris, had begun to drown in a crimson bowl of its own disappearing radiance. Hanging loftily in the semi-darkness was the full moon, just beginning to surface from the daylight that secretly kept her hidden during the sunlit hours. Soft currents of air whisked and caressed the world beneath, tracing and billowing through the russet-gray neck fur of the creature who was oblivious in most scientific aspects of night and day, long-legged and dark-eyed.

It was a wolf, and hunting was his priority as of tonight. His head was usually held low and level his his spine and, except for those brief moments when he paused to lift his head and watch the sun sink just a little bit more behind him, it had remained that way for most of the waning daylight. However, his quarry was not to be found despite the plentiful game that had arrived with the months of summer. It was not the stupid Lera that the dragga youth looked so intently for; his pack had virtually all but disappeared, and it was them who he sought after.

It was Ingo, adolescent of the once-proud Deor pack. His winter coat had shed a month or so back, and now his lean and limber body held tell-tale signs of his wiry strength and growing muscles, as well as the heartaches the winter had left behind. His pelage was mostly golden, topped by tan and cream, black and gray, much like his sister, Farrah, who he had heard nothing of these past few months. It made him worry that he was alone most places. It made him miserable. Ingo was not the social-butterfly type, but he wasn't the lone wolf either. The life of a Kerl just didn't seem all that appealing to the youngster, but he had yet to find exactly what unity meant.

At length, the Varg was traversing through thick grasses which clung and grasped the coarse guard-fur on his body, up over a small hillock when the sound of a stranger's song caught his attention and made his hunt cease immediately. At first, Ingo believed it to have been one of his pack members nearby who had smelt him and called for him on the nightly breeze. But as his sprightly step turned in direction toward the call, Ingo realized that he had never heard this callous voice before, and suddenly his worries increased. What had happened in that dispute between Deor and the Balkar? If anything, the tensions were probably worse than before, and this was no time for anyone to cross territory boundaries. Ingo slid his body easily into 'stealth mode' and crept like silent liquid through the grass and then trees to seek out the intentions of the stranger.

For a long while, quite a few meters away from the ebonite outline of the Varg, Ingo had watched and studied the other, watching him as he waited for someone to answer his call. He didn't appear to be presenting any physical threats, at least not yet. Someone who had the intentions and means to carry them out probably would not have given away their position so promptly, unless of course, it was a trap of some sort. Whatever the case, Ingo had to risk it eventually. Despite not seeing his pack for some time, he still had a duty to carry out, and that was to protect and enforce pack boundaries to keep his family safe. Quietly, but not so stealthily as before, Ingo wound his way down toward the crimson-black patterned Varg.

"You there." He hailed after he had stepped through the bush to reveal his identity. Quickly remembering Chalos's method of intercepting strangers, Ingo made sure to keep his voice and his presence firm but not insulting. "Who are you and what business do you seek to conclude with Deor?"

((long | sorry))

[Fang]

((OOC: Its okay ^^))

BIC:
Auds pricked as a voice entered the clearing in which he stood. He turned his red-streaked muzzle toward the source of the noise. A slight rustling assured him it wasn't his imagination playing tricks on him. "My name is Fang. I seek to join Deor. I have wandered for many moons now and have decided enough is enough." Fang's slightly crazed but noble voice echoed, making it feel like there was many other varg hiding in the trees. "Darn this night-echo. Happens whenever I try to join a pack and they assume I'm a Balkar spy." Crimson orbs became cold and he scowled at the floor. He stepped a few paces toward the other, the muscles of his huge bulk rippling beneath the ebon coat.

[tristan]

The darkness was growing absolute as twilight faded into the crisp shadows of another summer's night. The grizzled-golden male felt the energy in his adept body but fought the overwhelming vigor as he cocked his head and jerked his broad ears forward to hear the crimson and ebony stranger speak; the words almost seemed strange coming from his scarlet-splashed muzzle, but Ingo didn't cringe or outwardly suggest anything other than passive inquiry. The request was nothing new, but Ingo realized that it was the Dragga whose opinion mattered most in the situation; would Chalos consent to the arrival of Fang?

Ingo's stance had remained neutral throughout the introduction, his forelegs placed together and his thick tail limp. His ears brushed to listen to the chirrup of awaking crickets and the reedy songs of grasshoppers and other bugs. The melody of nightbirds haunted the trees while the scattering of leaves from other nocturnal creatures played through the land. The moonlight was growing stronger and the glitter of stars in the heavens was marred only by the scatter of a few clouds above. Tonight everything smelled warm and moist and sweet. It smelled like any other summer night, and always added dynamism to the wolf's step. But it was Fang's voice as he continued that Ingo focused on, and it was the myriad chains of complex scents that described him that his olfactorive senses analyzed.

"I am Ingo. Hunter and warrior for Deor." He introduced himself practically and continued to address Fang's request. "I cannot officially accept you onto our lands as that is only Chalos's right." Ingo offered. With Fang's mention of Balkar, or his obviously-often assumed position in their ranks, Ingo felt a little uneasy. But he was deft about not allowing it to show on his face. Instead, the Varg inclined his head. "Darn this night-echo. Happens whenever I try to join a pack and they assume I'm a Balkar spy." "So you've been apart of or have tried to join other packs before Deor?"

[Fang]

Fang laughed and nodded. "Yes, I have tried to join another pack before. But that was many moons ago. In fact, that was in a past life.." Fang looked away. This was the first time he had revealed his strange power to remember his past lives to anyone. The mann-varg's black coat bristled as he thought of his past lives, of his brothers and sisters and just once, his mate. To any who saw him, they would think the wolf was but a shell withought a soul. But his soul was there, but it was flicking through his past memories, of sadness and happiness and death.

The varg raised his head slightly, looking upon Ingo warmly. He felt happy for some odd reason. But then as quickly as it had entered him the hsppiness disappeared and a great longing lingered in the varg. Thoughts of his past lives seemed to ebb away into the back of his mind as he became fully concious. The crimson-streaked wolf looked up to the sky, the moon now full above their heads. A smile appeared on his maw and he spoke almost inaudibly to the moon. "Ah Tor, you have risen to us again to sooth the world at night."