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[Phyco]

Pad worn tight unto silken ebon fem struck lome as impervious to every substance furnishing terra, the fae varg struck forth. Carania raised and maw parted in lullaby, baritones swept upon terra and reverberated through the lome. Carania lowered and fae subdued to haunches to admire image splayed afore fem.

The fem stalked upon numerous dubbance, but true held by charter be the craven dubbance Alegriae. Smitten accursed obsidian fem withstood desolated passings. Fae had spent many amoon seeking varg of silken moon, withstood many a cruel punishment. Seeking he were life to she.

Now Alegriae'ien expedient thus entity was élan smitten fae's course. Fem's forbidden whim of construct to seeking of brujo seemed dim, vigor of seasons spent, but not strength. Alegriae of allusion joy was feastering over reaction. She loathed brujo now, life of luxury spent at brujo's cost. She wished to settle, in harmonic peace of sanity.

Acres of forest captivated by fellow varg splayed before fem, sizable scents of herla and such hung faint upon crisp air. Exhalation shown before fem in mist of life, voids blinked once, garments of sook gold garnished void perch. Silken moon scar dashed and riven with sleek streak of white unpurified ebon peltage.

Voids one of ice blue, other of emeraldic green surveyed plains for capture of fellow varg, none yet withheld in vision she waited. Burned and scorned over features were marks of two-legs, a pitiless reminiscence of fate.

Placid air tinged air surrounding fem, tainted with dignity and determination, command flowed through claw easily into seeken lome. Gentle wave flowed over fem and silken tresses flittered behind.

Varg sheathed claw only to unsheathe repetitively, alert for taint o'danger in air. Scuttle over lome did vibrate through pads along pillars. Motion froze over fem, as ice had captured and withheld her in majestic containment. Lera rodent scurried over pass, arrogant of looming varg sook behind.

Twitch of tiny motion did the varg fae drop down to stalk, swift as putnar eagle the varg fae struck, swift and deadly, clear slash over lera's neck. Lera went limp, varg's jaws closed lightly round form, lifting the limp lera as a mother would a cub.

Alegriae positioned rodent lera pinned neath withstood pad, a bestowal to reformed Dragga of pack. Pressure flowed freely through pad, as if lera were to regain life and motion once more. Fiammine went on for fae, refusal to dine afore pleasantries had past. Composure of past remained over fae, regal carania held bold, voids firmly set to examine land further to even most megre detail.

[Chalos Autumn]

[Here you go, deary. Not a fan of your RP style but I'll respond with an attempt at it.]

Sun arose without a single creature witnessing its beauty, the winter clouds overhead denying such a majestic, royal privilege. World of Transylvania began to awake, sleepy eyes cracking open with equally-lazy cracking dawn. Pale, soft glow of golden sunlight highlighted grey cloudcover, allowing a touch of what would come when spring tainted currently winter-stressed lands.

Sharp occuli of bright sage scan claimed terrain whilst nasal passage pulled and tugged at unknown scent, deciphering a stranger amongst Deor. Larnyx vibrated in semi-wary growl of acknowledgement, enormous pads forcing colossal, muscular frame through the lands at heavy pace.

Unmet being drew closer as body moved over Deor, feral and wild run giving large Dragga a refreshment from normal habits of slow padding. Eventually obsidian she-varg found herself within Chalos's expecting sights. Woof of approach announced his oncoming, just before oversized male of rust-and-ebony appeared through near-spring, though dead, winter brush.

"Welcome," escaped abyssal throat in tenor voice, "Deor is honoured for your passage. I am dubbed Dragga here, Chalos Autumn by birth. Might I help you?" Heavily-feathered leg lifted a paw, weight shifting whilst emerald hues remained studying this new femme. Curious yet careful, alpha behemoth drew close enough for visionary inspection though far enough to strike back should unfamiliar lupine turn on him.

[Might modify later. Dunno. Go ahead and post.. This is the jist of it.]

[Phyco]

||xD eh, ty for post Alegriae was kinda gettin bored ||

Lucifer dark's form swayed, pads twisting on lome, turing fem towards noble Dragga, dip respectful to such her barritones were soft in a reply, careful and catious was she too, though the fem did not show such.

Morrow, dark Dragga, my brithright be Alegriae, I come to this Deor as you call it's lands to ask of passage... Fem's tone strained slightly, halting in hessitate, she went on. Eternal passage, I wish to join your ranks, Sire Charlos.

Her voice was milky like the ever-flowing movement of silk caught in the sunlight. Leaves beside pads brushed away with movement as fem presented the gift to the rustic and ebon brujo. The lera seemed megre to her now, but a subtile gift of givings.

And I presnt my lord with a gift of Lera, to show I offer you my claw, to be used as bid. I tire of the time as a kerl, a lone varg, never to see the warmth it lusts for, for that is no life to desire. As other lives are given so easily, I find that by right I offer you my fang, in return for place among your pack.

Her smooth bark faded in the crisp air, her golden voids twinkling with a hint of mischeif, but it was clear it was a past mischeif, as the fem was serious in her gift, as if it were a ritual. Rejection of tooth and claw would mean shame in return, the meaning would be unknown, but it would be a strong one still.

[Chalos Autumn]

[This is an 'I'm-extremely-busy-and-just-need-to-post' post. Sorry that I didn't try to make it in your style this time.]

Hosting a gleam of mistrust within his orbs, the bi-coloured Dragga dared to draw but an inch from Alegriae's breast. "Apologies, stranger. You are unfamiliar to Deor wolves and we are in the midst of creating war. Halt while you are tested for enemy traces." With that, Chalos tugged his nose over the dark she-varg, leaving no spot uninspected. In the end, however, the colossal male found only scents of foreign lands, not a trace from the barbaric or the beastly - she was not a threat to his territory, and thus she was free to enter.

"Alegriae of unknown lands," He announced, large paws pulling his huge frame back to give her space, skull rearing high, "Welcome to the lands of Deor. Make yourself at home, for this is now your new home - we are now your family, your protectors, your allies." With that, the great alpha brought his head closer, awarding Alegriae with an affectionate lick upon the muzzle; it was as if Chalos had already taken up the position of one of her parents, wise and loving.

[Phyco]

||tis fine I'm kinda changing my style since its a bit... iffy xD||

Alegriae smiled warmly, she remained perfectly still whilst the Dragga inspected her for any traces of unrightiousness. She then replied kindly. 'Thank you, Charlos.' She lowered herself and licked his cheek as t was traditional for a subordinate pack member to greet their Dragga's. She looked around and them questioned. 'Sir, I was just wondering, is it not common for a pack to have a Drappa? Where is she of this pack?' She asked, wonderingly looking around to see no fem had came to greet the stranger on the packs terra.

She dipped her head low.0 'Not that it matters.' She hastily added. 'Just asking.' She gave annother smile as the golden peircings which twoleg's had hunted her for glimmered over her eyes. She glanced around, when darkness came, her sigh would be unusualy accute, due to the white scars over her eyes, which seemed to provide light in her path.

However, during daylight this rendered her sight not as good, as it was too bright and she had to sheild her voids from harm by covering them in shade. She then crooned. 'I am very glad to join among your ranks, but alas, that brings annother waution, what is my rank?' She asked, hoping she would not be a nurse, not that she disliked cubs, just, it made her feel diprived of what she had forbidden herself from keeping like a jewl.

Her son, Who? the mute varg, he was out there, somewhere, she wished him luck in life. But she could not keep him trapped in her fate and had set him free in the snow when the humans let her out to excersize.[/color][/i]