Dying Days (Deor and Friends)

[okamiwolf]

Snug and warm in the den. That’s where most of the pack was. Still sleeping peacefully in the comfortable shelter with everyone surrounding them and sharing their body heat. But BT was too restless. She needed to stretch her legs a little, so she maneuvered around the many bodies of Deor to find herself outside in the pale, and very chilling winter air. She took a deep breath and let out a long yawn before shaking herself free of all tension.

BT glanced back at the den, much of the pack was absent, and still it was warm and cozy inside the roomy den. She smiled to herself, what would she do if all the pack vanished? What would they do if they found her dead? She didn’t know, but wanting to get away from this haunting she began walking away from the den. She wasn’t sure where in the pack lands she would go, but it wouldn’t be the den, she didn’t want to think of the death that was grasping her now. This very day she was at could be her last, the snows around her were a bit colder than she’d like, but she really was too restless to lay down or sit still and she didn’t want to disturb the rest of the pack.

Frost crunched under her paws, she was slender, no longer as lean as she used to be, and her skeleton showed clearly through her thickening silver-white fur. She had lost most of the black, that now clung mostly to her ears, tail, and muzzle, and maybe a few patched down her spine. She paused to glance into a shallow, frozen pool, and licked the ice for the precious water that was sealed there. She knew that she needed to keep hydrated at least if she wanted to survive, but lately with her depleting figure she didn’t think that she was going to make it even passed today.

Silently BT contemplated what she was going to do, and what was going to happen to her today. She paused to cough, she wasn’t doing too well it seemed, maybe the cold was making this illness stronger? She stood shivering for a short while before she simply shook this concern from her and tried to forget about this impending doom. Maybe she’d find something to occupy her ever rushing mind. Something other than death, she wasn’t hungry after all, well, maybe a little but she really didn’t need food. What she was needing now was, movement, occupation, something to crave other than the wonders of life, maybe friendship.

Yes, friends, perhaps one of the many wolves of Deor would stir and become restless? Maybe the pups would seek her out and keep her company. No, it wasn’t likely at all, she doubted that any were up so early, but the sun had risen and it was getting toward the time where Lera would wake, but that could be a good hour or so from now. What would she do for that long? Content with her walk thus far she found a comfortable looking tree and made herself a little nest there where she would rest her weary body. She silently contemplating the many times she come to this exact tree to sleep, she would happily die here, or she at least wanted her body to lay in rest here.

BT snuggled down, she was quite comfortable, and wasn’t sure when she’d fallen asleep, just that when she woke the sun had moved further through it’s cycle. She blinked up at the bright light as it filtered through the branches, she could see snowy clouds streaking the sky, it would get colder, she knew. But for some reason right now all she could think of was sleep, and how comfortable it would. But I can’t, she thought, I just can’t. If I go to sleep now, the ice wolves will take me and I won’t ever wake. She shook her head and stared up at the sky again, trying to find something interesting that would keep her awake. Something that would keep her from the moment of lifeless sleep, a dreamless death.

//As I've said before, BT was to die on the first of Winter, well, this is the first that I've noticed it's winter, so this is the beginning of the last day for BT. So friends and pack mates, this is your last time to be able to post with BT (with the exception of Lydair and Draeg whom will attend this and my visiting post, or will just be at the visiting post.)//

[jaqco]

//I know that I just joined and all, but I feel I should pay respect to one of the most honorable wolves in Deor. If you don’t want me posting, just delete this. I hope with my arrival others will join this thread. BT is a great poster, and I hope she gets a good response.//

A small, brown and gray male headed through the packlands of Deor, in search of the den. He wondered if the rest of the pack would be there, since the winter day had become more bitter. The sun sent streaks of color through the sky, along with clouds promising the coldness soon to come. But Jaqco kept his pace, his short legs touching the ground with no sound. His fat gray tail swayed with the occasional winds, as his pointed ears lay flat against his skull. His small nose, looking a bit funny on his larger muzzle, soon caught the scent of others.

Occasionally shacking his gray and brown fur, Jaqco saw the small entrance of the warm den. But as he neared the warm enclosure, the scent of another Varg caught his nose. Looking around, he saw a silver white wolf, resting underneath a tree. As he neared her, he could see her fur clinging to her frame, the sickness that took his father seemed to have caught the she-wolf. But on closer inspection, as she turned her muzzle toward the great sky, she looked restless.

Wanting to keep the Varg company, Jaqco padded over toward her, wanting to give the she-wolf comfort. “Hello,” he said in a soft and friendly tone, hoping to lift the faemme‘s spirits. “Mind if I keep you company? My name’s Jaqco, by the way. New to Deor.”

[Draeg]

((Right, I know that I am no longer a member of this pack but seeing as BT was a good friend of mine while I was here I figured that I should post here to pay my last respects to her and make sure that she wasn't alone when she finally past on. I don't like the fact that it has taken this long for someone to actually post here especially when BT has been a big part of this pack for as long as I can remember. Personally I'm glad that Jaqco decided to join in this thread even if he doesn't really know BT because that means that I'm not the only one trying to get this thread off the ground. BT you have been always been here for everyone in Deor since even before I joined this site and this is my way of saying thank you and honoring your characters memory.))

Back at the den another figured stirred amidst the small crowd of wolves which lay huddled together, each of them lost in a temporary state of torpor as they slept peacefully in the light of the early morning. It was still early by most standards, the sun having only just risen moments before, however for one amidst the small rabble it was time to rise from the depths of his slumber and go about his way. He awoke with a slight yawn before groggily rising to his feet and arching his back with a tremendous crack as he proceeded to stretch out his stiff limbs, listening to the rhythmic sounds of his joints cracking and popping as they gradually shifted back into place.

Once this grueling morning ritual was done he shook off the thick lining of snow that had gathered on his impressive form throughout the course of the night, his thick amber pelt glinting brightly in the morning sun upon ridding himself of the cold white powder. Taking a quick look around at his surroundings Draeg let out a wistful sigh, fondly recalling the short time he had spent as healer of Deor before leaving to take his place as Dragga of Ge-Rad alongside his mate Cwen. The amber varg felt kind of bad about leaving Deor on such short notice, especially after Chalos had taken both him and Firefly in without question. The two tone Dragga had even allowed Firefly to whelp his pups in Deor for which Draeg was eternally grateful, however he felt that he had done what was best for his family. His entire family. It had been a while since Draeg had last set foot on Deor territory, he had truly never expected to venture this far into Deor again much less spend the night. However he had been convinced to stay the night after escorting his old packmate and nurse, an aging femme with silver gray fur by the name of BT, back to her homepack after discovering her roaming the outskirts of Ge-Rad. In truth Draeg had stayed partly to keep watch over his old friend whom he had noticed was visibly ill, the usually spry old nurse seemed older than she really was and had grown dangerously thin since he had last seen her and part of Draeg told him that his friend’s time on the earth was short.

Taking another look around the den the amber varg scanned the area for the wither fae, upon noticing that she was no where to be found he exited the den and set out to find her. Snow and ice crackled beneath large paws with each step he took as he ventured out into the frozen forest terrain, breathing in the brisk morning air and breaking out into a steady lope. BT’s scent clung to the air despite the frigged chill that threatened to dilute her trail, her scent was relatively fresh which meant that she had set out not too long ago, probably a few minutes before Draeg had even awaken. Making his way through the frozen, yet still oddly familiar landscape he continued his search, following BT’s scent until he spotted her laying beneath her favorite tree. She was shivering slightly despite having her winter pelt and she looked incredibly weary, at her side stood another varg with gray and brown fur in which Draeg was unfamiliar with. He knew that Deor had recruited a few new members since he had left and despite the fact that he had yet to meet any of them Draeg figured that this varg was one of the packs new recruits. Breaking his pace and increasing his speed the amber varg quickly made his way over to the pair, bowing his head to them in greeting and placing himself beside BT. “Good morning.” He said kindly, offering her an affectionate nuzzle before laying himself down beside her. “Feeling better today?”

It was a pointless question, he knew that BT was dying but Draeg felt that he had to ask, that perhaps by doing so she would say yes and everything would be fine. Turning his attention over to her companion Draeg greeted him with a polite gesture with his tail before bowing his head slightly. “I take it you’re new here seeing as I never saw you while I was here. I’m Draeg, Dragga of Ge-Rad, it’s good to know that there are still varg interesting in joining such a fine pack as Deor.”

[okamiwolf]

//You guys are going to make me cry. Thank you so much for those kind words.\\

“Hello, dear Jaqco. I am BT. It’s good to see a new face.” she smiled in very tired sort of way, her light-near white- gray eyes glimmered the same way they always had, the motherly sort. She nodded to him, allowing his comfort, she would like to have her friends here when she died, but she didn’t want them to fret about her. Somehow she knew that today would be the day. Her last day on Earth, from the first day that she’d come to this world, from living with Aztec and Thunder, and to this final meeting. She hoped that Chalos would arrive soon, there was a story that she needed to tell. One that she hoped might be passed down through the ages. Or at least kept as a memory of her.

“Come, lay beside me young one. I shall tell you a little of this pack’s history.” She smiled and waited patiently for him to join her, only then was she to start this short, but interesting story. “My time in this pack has been a long one. Through my time I have laid witness to wars, and the coming and going of many Varg. Ghart, is where our story begins. He was the first Dragga of this pack, way back when I was another entity. His rule was a fine one, he was strong, determined. Even after his first mate had left him he still adopted my old self. A wolf named Reihiko, that is who I was back then, assumed position as one of his adopted young, soon to grow and become nurse of the pack. However, upon meeting a rather rowdy Balkar, Neit, she soon died, and Ghart had left shortly before that leaving his new mate, Aztec.

“In the days of Aztecs rule times were far from peaceful. There was tension between one of the newer packs to that time, List, and Koran as well. Aztec soon replaced Ghart with the very fine Thunder, both seemed to be perfect for each other.” BT paused to think about her history lesson. Jaqco would be the last to know of this, that was until Draeg came upon the scene. “Join us please as I tell Deor’s history.” she invited him and returned his nuzzle with her own. She didn’t want to drown his spirits, but it was foolish to ask how she was. “ Draeg, I don’t know how much longer I have, but time is short. Now, where was I?, Koran, List, and the new alphas. So soon after Koran was invaded, on the same day that our Drappa had gone to visit with one of her daughters, young Mist. They were ambushed and Mist was sent to gather help. I was the first of Deor to arrive, and soon more filtered in to help the resistance.

“In the end, many of my friends had died, including Luna, the last Lead Warrioress of the pack. And with her went the alpha Fae of list, and Luna’s sister. From then Tarkah, Koran’s pack alpha has been in peace for a lovely while now. And here we are, Aztec has resigned, Thunder deserted us, and Chalos has risen from chaos to restore our order. And now young lad, Jaqco, Do not forget this lesson, I am trusting you to pass it on to more so that none forget what it was like before Chalos had arrived.” Her history lesson done the nurse took a slow breath of cold air, it seemed to have rejuvenated her for a while.

[jaqco]

As the silver and white fae spoke of her name, Jaqco remembered of what Lydair had told him about the old healer. That BT was the kindest Varg, and filled with wisdom. But somehow, her motherly eyes told Jaqco who she was before she even spoke her name. “Lydair speaks very highly of you, BT.” Jaqco said kindly to the healer.

He settled down beside her, lying on the cold, frosty ground. Knowing the healer was sick, and what would overcome her, perhaps a peaceful passing like his father, Jaqco let himself settle to BT’s side, his body heat flowing. He didn’t let worry or sadness be known, for the young hybrid knew he must be strong. He didn’t want to add any stress or let BT be overwhelmed by sadness.

Jaqco laid quietly by BT, intrigued by the history of Deor. He listened closly, decifering the lesson it held between its lines. But the attention of both BT and Jaqco were distracted by the crunching of the fost underneath another’s paws. His brown eyes came upon an amber Dragga, one who apparently knew BT. His scent was different, not one of Deor; but Deor’s scent mingled with the one he wore so strongly. The male Varg dipped his head and offered a greeting, before lying on the other side of BT. His attention was turned to Jaqco, as the amber dragga gave a greeting with his tail, bowing his tail. Jaqco returned the greeting, as the male spoke.

It seemed that the male was in fact a Dragga from Ge-Rad, the pack that too was spoked so fondly of. “Hello, Draeg. And thank you.” Jaqco greeted the Dragga. “My name is Jaqco; and yes, I am new to this pack. I have heard of you pack, however, by the healer named Lydair.” He responded, in a calm and peaceful tone. His attention soon turned back to BT, as she continued her story about how Chalos managed to rise from the chaos; a result of war.

Jaqco’s cream lips seem to curve into a warm smile; the history of Deor was certainly an interesting one. “Don’t worry, the pack’s history should soon not be forgotten.” He said promisingly. He knew this information might come in handy, especially for the upcoming war he was warrned about.
His puppish curiosity began to plauge his mind, as the small hybrid came up with many questions. “BT, is it possible that you can become a new self? Let your memories live longer?” he asked, with a cock of his head.

[Chalos Autumn]

A terribly chilly blast of wind pulled the sizeable Dragga of Deor to a startling awakening - he'd previously been napping within the warm confines of the den, as most wolves were accustomed to doing during the winter months. Though he'd always somehow awakened himself in order to check on his pack, to make sure everyone was together within the den and not out alone - sometimes, he'd allow a couple or three members to go missing for a couple of days, but never a single member alone; it was much too dangerous for any wolf to wander by themselves, even in their own territory. This morning, however, Chalos awoke much later than he should have, and, with a shake of his body and a rather tired, wide yawn, the Deor alpha stretched and stood, padding from his den - hidden atop a cliff within the pack den - to count his packmates.

A sudden realisation struck him as his sage orbs briefly darted over his pack - one was missing.. Bent Time, the pack's most friendly old nurse. Eyes widening, Chalos stumbled off of the cliff that held his den, leaping hurriedly over the resting bodies. It wasn't just the fact that the nurse had left alone that bothered him, however, for BT was old and there were obvious signs that she would not survive through the winter - but never did the great Dragga think that she would die before the snows even began.

As he darted out of the wide mouth of the pack den, his nostrils flared slightly, searching for her scent - it was fairly fresh, about ten or fifteen minutes old, so he had no trouble following it.. The only problem was trying to barrel through the dense woodlands that covered the packlands - a good defence should enemies from the mountains or plains or even Sarnes' difficult swamplands attack, for it was easier for those who had experience diving over brush and fallen trees or suddenly turning to avoid a run-in with a nasty thicket. Chalos took no precision in his steps - all kinds of things clung to his pelt and low branches from young saplings ruthlessly whipped his face and sides, actually creating bloody lashes along his muzzle, cheeks, and belly. All of his power was put into galloping over the rough wildland terrain, and slowly but surely his maw unhinged and his tongue flopped out to the side of his jaw, splattering saliva over the right side of his onyx-rust-mixed pelt.

After a particularly harsh run, BT's scent came closer than ever before - she was just past a patch of trees that was his final challenge. Though as he rammed his way between the trees, Draeg's scent found him, and he turned to the Dragga of a neighbouring pack, an amber-coated varg with a smaller size and stature but making up for his small comparison to Chalos, being mentally powerful. Alongside him was another male, a new member who had recently been accepted into Deor, young Jaqco. Panting and dampening his dark pelt with sweat, sides heaving, the grand male nodded to both he-varg before he strode quickly over to the elderly nurse, muzzle pressing up against her neck before he gave her a gentle lick upon the maw - a friendly kiss. "BT.. What plagues you on this day? You do look terribly tired.. Why, nurse, did you leave the den on your own? You could have been killed.." Luckily, he had arrived just a few minutes after her relaying of Deor's past.. He wasn't sure he wanted to know of Thunder, his half-sister's son, and the desertion he'd cursed the pack with - no wonder the pack was in such disorder when Chalos had inherited the pack; the newer members were unaccustomed to being lead!

Ooc: [-Cries- Oh, it just won't be the same without BT, I know I'll be replacing her with your other character, but still, her knowledge goes so terribly far back and it just seems like the character's gone through so much to just die! -Snugs, whines- Hahah, that's right, I don't say anything mature like Draeg, I just hug and cry. ]

[Draeg]

BT greeted the amber Dragga warmly and returned his nuzzle whole-heartedly, inviting him to join her and Jaqco in a brief history lesson which Draeg did with great pleasure. He couldn’t help but let out a sad sigh as the old pack nurse kindly reminded him of her health, however despite this he listen intently to the light gray varg continue describing the history of the pack she had been a part of for as long as any varg could remember. It was a sad tale, depicting many of the horrors that Deor had faced in the past and would soon face again in the upcoming war with Sarnes and the Balkar. With her story done BT allowed herself to settled back and draw in a slow breath of the crisp, cool December air which seemed to vitalize her for the moment at least.

The younger wolf, whom introduced himself as Jaqco, took the time respond to Draeg’s earlier greeting, responding in a calm and peaceful manner before returning his attention over to his packmate and questioning her on the subject of reincarnation. Rather familiar with the subject from the stories of his homeland the amber male turned his attention towards the young wolf hybrid, attempting to explain the process of the soul transfer. “It’s possible, in my land it is said that the dead are given the choice to return to the realm of the living if they so desire though with the exception of a select few most have no memory or recollection of their previous life. I myself have met a few varg like this, my eldest son among them. Tell me why the sudden interest in such things?” he growled. “So you know Lydair, a lot of varg seemed to nowadays. Oh speaking of which I’m going to be a grandfather soon, Lydair’s is heavy with Koan’s pups.”

He rose to his feet a moment later upon detecting something approaching them at a rapid pace, however he relaxed upon seeing the familiar form of his former Dragga and friend emerge from the thicket. Draeg was surprised by how worried Chalos seemed, the rusty onyx Dragga was panting heavily as though he had been running all morning, his pelt was damp with sweat causing it to cling loosely to his body along with an assortment of leaves and bramble it had gathered during his trek, and his normally calm emerald orbs were filled with worry. He watched as the gigantic male gave both him and Jaqco a quick nod before quickly making his way over to his oldest companion, at this moment Draeg suddenly realized that he wasn’t surprised by his friends show of concern. Chalos had always been rather close to the pack nurse, apparently even after she had chosen another to be her mate. It made perfect sense that he would fear for BT’s current state of health, however futile it was. “Peace Chalos.” He growled softly, laying himself back down on the ground. “Soon it really won’t matter, this is where she wants to be. It won’t be much longer now.”

[okamiwolf]

“It is possible, yes. I know for I have crossed that line once before. Remember Reihiko, whom I have mentioned? She was my aunt, and apparently my incarnation. We share blood and mind and soul. Though I’ve done little more sinful things than she has. For unlike her, I have killed much more.” BT held scorn for herself, and it was here that she would tell Chalos about the haunting past, tell everyone about it. Her personal history, the one that only two others besides her knew about. It was time for all of Deor to know what had happened so long ago. Two years to be exact. So many days had gone by since the fateful day that she stole her freedom, stole the life of six others. Even if it seemed almost impossible for someone who was like her to commit such a heinous crime.

She smiled and nuzzled the young pup, he was so eager, and willing to learn more. She would’ve liked the chance to have taught him, to teach him so much more than what would seem needed. To tell him about the blades of grass and how they sing to you with the chorus of the wind. How the waters whisper a haunting lullaby, a coaxing death. How one’s soul can be reborn anew, to be reincarnated again. Like she had been those years ago. Those five years ago.

“Chalos, there’s nothing terribly wrong. I was just restless, I needed a good walk.” BT reassured her Dragga retuning his affection with a whine and lick under the chin. She didn’t want to admit that she would like to have just vanished without a trace and wouldn’t have to cause them so much grief, but she really loved them so much. She would hate herself for dying, but it really couldn’t be helped. BT thought that she would miss, out of all the members of Deor, that she would miss Chalos the most.

“Hush Draeg, I have strength enough to at least enjoy myself.” she gently scolded Draeg, “Even I don’t want to be reminded of my fate.” She was very reluctant, but believed that Chalos was capable of holding the fort down. She figured that this was the reason why she had held on for so long. She wanted to be sure that he was secure before she left them, before she wouldn’t be able to help anymore. “I wonder, if I might have your console. I would like to tell you my secret, my past.” She was speaking more to Chalos than the others, but they were more than welcome to hear her story too. “All I ask is that you reserve your judgment until my tale has been completed.”

[Lydair]

Rasping softly, the she-Varg slipped into Deor territory, her breaths coming in wheezing pants as the cubs that burdened her steps weighed her down. Her cyan eyes were glazed with an odd mist that darkened their once-cyan hue; the young female, upon further inspection, had a sickly look to her entire facade. Few had seen the she-Varg since she had spoken to Koan about the cubs she had carried a moon or so ago, and now a sickness had infiltrated her body; ironic, it seemed, that the Healer was the one to appear sickly. Blinking away a thick liquid from the edges of her eyes, Lydair lowered her head, nosing the few leaves, tucked away in the deep banks of snow, only their outmost tips brushing through the thin powder. Sneezing, she reeled backwards before standing, grimacing with a yelp as a stabbing pain racked her insides; she knew that something was wrong. Weakness had begun to tremble in her paws; one that should not affect a Varg so young as she. Pulling her ears against her cobalt skull, she whined and ran her tongue around black lips anxiously, kneading at the ground before venturing forward into the packlands of Chalos Autumn.

A flash of amber stroked her hazed vision and she turned, a look of confusion flickering across her facade. "Draeg?" The hybrid called softly, padding forward slowly. A glimpse into emerald eyes spoke of the Dragga, Chalos, and in respect for both she dipped her head, smiling weakly. "BT, Jaqco." Lydair spoke, turning her cerulean orbs on the silver Nurse and the mottled gray hybrid, both her close friends. "It has been too long since I have last seen you." The bite of the winter air stung her throat and blasted her lungs with an unneeded chill- but her smile ahd turned into a dismal gasp as she realized her friend-BT-was dying before her eyes. "No, BT!" Lydair cried, stepping closer. Tears welled in the corners of her orbs and she turned away suddenly, shutting the pain away. Lookign back, regret and shame filling her now-meloncholy face, she whimpered softly and padded forward to nuzzle to Nurse affectionatly.

(((Shall edit.)))

[Tarkah]

From the great cliff edges that bordered Koran's main valleys. A snow white she wolf loped down the side and landed on her front paws, followed by her back as her golden eyes glowed. Her black ears and front paws were a striking contrast as they were the only thing that separated herself from the white snow that now layered the forest floors. Though still it was not as thick as it would get as winter wore on.

Tarkah licked her lips as she padded forward, her paw prints imprinted behind her as she trotted on. She had been patrolling the borders and remarking the boundaries before the next big snow. And also the Fae had been scouting for any herla that still roamed the valley. And luckily for the drappa, they still hung about, digging for the grass below the thin layer of snow. Tarkah stood and watched a doe. Her ears flickered in alert but Tarkah dipped her muzzle and turned her head away, and the herla relaxed and moved toward the next copse.

Before long Tarkah had arrived to their eastern border. This was the path that lead her straight to Deor. Tarkah stopped and looked into the no mans land between the two packs. She had not heard many howls from the pack for a while and she hadn't visited B.T for a while, well since autumn. Ever since what she could call sister Aztec, well they were close enough for being sisters, had died from a bear attack last winter Tarkah had felt much grief and sadness.
With much decision the white drappa galloped into a fast paced skip and disappeared into the no mans land, headed for Deor.

As the sun climbed the great skies Tarkah was found just passing the Deor lands. She scented the borders and found that the markings had not been visited recently. Tarkah lifted her head and scented the area. It was deathly quiet for some odd reason and Tarkah stepped forward in caution. After padding as few steps she found sets of prints and scented them. It was of Ge rad, Tarkah could tell and remembered it to be Draeg. but what was he doing back here? Tarkah still held a grudge though for the ruby dragga had chased her dear son out from his packlands and her childhood home.

Tarkah ventured farther into the Deor lands following the scent of Draeg and curiosity of the paw tracks and could soon hear voices. Stepping forward she hid in the shadows and her eyes blinked as she saw a group of wolves surrounding the nurse and gentle she wolf B.T. The very sight of B.T brought a smile to the drappa's maw as she stayed silent and listened to her telling of the story.

Tarkah sighed. Remembering Graht and his mate Isba. That was when Tarkah was just a pup. Unknown and lost in the large world. That was when she lived with Ge rad. and lived with it throughout her puppy hood. many wars had gone on with gerad, one with the balkar, and one jointed with deor. Tarkah could remember them all. Then when she had grown up strong and proud she had left with her mate Andre to build and shape Koran. Aztec previous beta of Ge rad was them mated to Graht. But Aztec now dead, it brought a pang of sadness to the drappa's heart.

But Tarkah lifted her head immediately to what she was hearing. It won't be long now Tarkah whined and her eyes turned to the weary looking B.T. "no, it can't be" she said and horror struck was she that the white drappa had merely froze on the spot. She could barely make out whom was surrounding the wolves. Except Chalos and Draeg.

Without much care about how the other's would react to the drappa's sudden appearance Tarkah stepped out and padded gently toward B.T. With that she let out a gentle howl, a soft song filled with tenderness as she stepped delicately on the virgin snow. "Dear B.T" Tarkah said and padded forward dipping her head toward Chalos as a greeting. Tarkah shushed herself not wanting to interrupt B.T speak but gently nuzzle her muzzle before stepping back to admire the strong and gentle nurse of Deor.

((sorry i posted so late. but ermm wasn't the dragga Graht? and Aztec died last winter, i think i still have the thread in Koran *tear*
argg B.T I loved your character, now I'm a sad wulffie))

[Draeg]

Draeg winced as BT scolded him, chiding himself for speaking out of order and foolishly reminding the dying nurse that her time was drawing to a close. He watched as she turned her attention over to Chalos and greeted him appropriately, returning his nuzzle and licking him affectionately beneath his chin before speaking once more. She seemed to want to share something with her Dragga, though apparently it didn’t really matter whether the rest of the surrounding wolves listened or not so long as they reserved their judgment until the tales end. Despite himself and the grim situation Draeg couldn’t help but crane his head forward eagerly, his ears swiveling forward as they perked up to their full height in anticipation of another history lesson.

However he backed off upon hearing his name called, turning his head slightly he quickly spotted the familiar form of his fellow packmate and daughter-in-law padding towards the small collection of wolves until in no time at all she was amongst the gathering. The amber varg was sorely tempted to scold the cobalt hybrid for wandering so far from her whelping den in her condition, knowing that it was nearly the mother-to-be’s time and that she would go into labor any day. However this day he hadn’t the heart to do snap at his faithful healer, the realization of what was transpiring must have suddenly dawned on Lydair for she suddenly came forward with a gasp. Moving away from the gray femme Draeg allowed Lydair to take his place besides BT, watching through sad eyes as the two wolves nuzzled and licked each other affectionately. Padding over to the pregnant femme the amber varg gently rubbed his head against hers in an attempt to comfort his son’s mate, gently licking her tears away and whining softly into her ear. “Hey, don’t cry.” He growled softly, giving her a slight nudge. “Tears won’t help the matter, come on smile.”

Draeg was so busy tending to the distraught Lydair that he failed to notice familiar crackle of snow crunching beneath paws, it was only when he caught movement from the corner of his eye that the amber varg noticed Tarkah standing over BT’s withering form. The amber Dragga knew nothing of the ivory Drappa ties to Brypaw, Ge-Rad’s previous Dragga and Draeg’s predecessor whom he had bested in single combat, had he known the gray wolf to be Tarkah’s son perhaps Draeg might have thought twice about challenging the mighty alpha, however in either case that was in the past and Draeg was in no mood to squabble with any varg. Throwing his head back Draeg let out a somewhat mournful howl, which mingled with the Koran Drappa’s gentle song for a brief moment before fading until it became nothing more than a memory that was lost to eternity. Turning his head he returned his attention back towards BT’s feeble form, seating himself back on his haunches and down on the densely packed snow which carpeted the earth. Waiting for her to continue.

[Zenith]

Zenith padded about in the Ge rad den and growled. "It's so boring here! and momma won't let us go anywhere!" ranted an amber tan puppy. "Raikan are you even listening to me?" Zen asked his brother Raika who was at the moment sleeping. "Fine, I'm outta here! Mom will never know!" Zenith spoke primarily to himself as he climbed the den banks and escaped, jumping over the threshold and padding into the sunlight. It was much colder outside then in the den and Zenith shivered slightly and whined. But the outside world was much more exciting and the cold wintry air was soon forgotten, along with the thought of punishment that would come with running off.

But for the moment Zen did not care as he jumped and hopped along the paths that made Ge rad. He trotted along and stopped for the moment trying to leap on to a rock but fell whilst doing it. Shaking his head he then lifted his head to see an amber wolf moving stealthily about. He was large compared to the small pup but the male brought a smile to Zenith. It was Draeg his father. Tail wagging he decided he would sneak up and surprise his father. Perhaps even show him how good of a hunter he was becoming.

So Zenith followed Draeg, as fast as his little paws could carry him. Many times though he had lost track of the amber varg and was only lucky to have refound his trail. Little did the puppy know but he was following Draeg as he had entered another packs territories. But Zenith was to preoccupied with keeping up with his father to even notice where he was going, and that he would get into alot of trouble by now.

Zenith scented pressing his little back nose against the ground he skipped merrily away as he entered Deor. The pack lands where he was born. Zenith looked up and saw Draeg finally now and saw that he had disappeared in front of him.
Zenith grinned and hurried his little pace. Jumping and acting more like a hare he made much noise but then he had tripped and fell. With a thump he stayed still and peered out from the bracken. He saw his father talking with a group of wolves. Zenith smiled, he could recognize B.T and Chalos and that was just about it. Though he did no know much of Chalos Autumn he could still remember him for his kindness and of course he could remember the nurse B.T.

Zenith hung low before finally springing out ward and galloping as fast as he could toward the group, but he lost balanced and his feet tangled and the puppy tripped, flying out before landing in front of Draeg's feet. Zenith whined and sat up, his eyes closed as he frowned, "ow..." he whined and shook his head, feeling th dizziness wearing in.

[okamiwolf]

Before she could start her story, many of her friends appeared out of no where. She smiled in a very tired manner, she was running out of time and feared that she wouldn’t be able to even start the story at this rate. But she still waited her Dragga’s answer. She didn’t want to seem like she was rushing, but she also didn’t want to waste the day away just waiting for friends to show up. She nuzzled Lydair, giving her a comforting ‘Hush now,’ and also nuzzled Tarkah. She was very glad that both of them were here. They might as all hear about her past. They just would have to be silent.

BT’s smile grew slightly as Draeg stepped in to comfort poor Lydair, and she remembered when Luna was dying, and how she and Crimson and the two others were the only ones to comfort the fae. It made her feel like crying. But she didn’t, she kept her composure, and soon was giving a slightly rasped laugh. Young Zenith had appeared, tumbling from the bracken, and with him a pup’s cry of pain. She was immediately in motherly mode and almost had to stop herself from standing. “Zenith, shouldn’t you be back in Ge-Rad?” she chided him gently. “Though I am glad to see you, I don’t think that your mother would approve of this.”

//Whoot, I can fit four responses in two paragraphs. But that's not really a good thing. Oh well, this is short, but I'm afraid that I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself. Not quite time for the story yet.\\

[jaqco]

Brown auds listened to Draeg, and then BT speak. “Yes, I in fact I do remember you telling me about Reihiko. That’s why I asked,” he answered, feeling a little embarrassed he asked such a question. But after all, who could stop puppy curiosity? The thirst to know more?

Brown gaze laid upon a new form, who came panting in upon the rest of them. It was Chalos, Jaqco’s Dragga. He was a rather large brute, with black and rustic marking about him. Jaqco dipped his head respectfully, and let Chalos say what he need to. He patiently watched, as the two reconnected. After all, BT has been Deor’s Nurse for many seasons.

Now there was Lydair, as the cobalt hybrid of Ge-Rad made her way. Her breath heavy and her belly full of what was soon to ber her new born cubs. “Hello, Lydair!” Jaqco said happily. But as the faemme’s eyes turned upon BT, realization kicked in, and the hybrid cried out. Her expression was that of sadness, as tears rolled over her white muzzle. Jaqco couldn’t help but wine, for he wanted to know the Nurse better. But it seemed selfish of him, to want something when her soul seemed to want peace. And after all, it was what BT really wanted the most. Jaqco’s eyes averted to the sky, as deep though came over him. Her soul seemed strong, he could tell. But her body was weak, and in no position for bargaining with Tor. With her soul still strong, it could travel, and BT would become another incarnation, like with Reihiko.

Now his attention was turned to a new Varg, a white fae. Jaqco had never seen her before, but she looked one of wisdom, and a dear friend of BT. Jaqco stayed quiet, and nodded at the unfamiliar white fae.
It wasn’t too long after that, that an amber pup came speeding in, but tripping and falling on his head. He wined a little, look a little disoriented, but all pups have their share of bumps and bruises. BT seemed to know of the pup, too. But then again, she was a nurse, and she would know the pup. What better job did a nurse have than to take care of the packs pups? But it seemed that this pup didn’t belong in Deor, but it’s ally, Ge-Rad.

His attention was turned back upon BT, for she had a story to share.

//sorry for the crappiness, I just didn't want to get to far behind, and I think writer's block is kicking in.

[Draeg]

Draeg watched in silence as BT did her best to comfort Lydair and Tarkah, watching as she nuzzled each femme in turn before giving out a slight laugh. The amber varg couldn’t imagine what the old healer was feeling, he wanted to comfort BT like he had done with Lydair but realized that there was nothing that he could say or do that would change anything. BT was dying and there was nothing that Draeg or anyone else could do except accept what nature intended for the elder varg, for it is known even amongst the lera that all that live shall eventually die. Thus is the will of nature.

A startled yip rang through the frigid morning air and the next thing Draeg knew something suddenly bumped against his leg, glancing downwards his amber eyes quickly spotted a tiny version of himself laying at his feet. Surprised by the sudden appearance of his son the amber Dragga just sat on his haunches in silence, watching as Zenith sat up and shook his head with little more than a whine. His initial shock was over Draeg immediately went about inspecting his son, checking for any sign of real injury and running his tongue along top of his skull in a comforting lick.

This continued for several minutes until the amber varg was finally sure that no harm had befallen his son, this out of the way Draeg commenced to eye Zenith sternly. BT spoke before he could, gently chiding the youth for wandering away from his den and reminding Draeg that this would be the last time the pup ever got to see his old pack’s nurse. “And neither would I for that matter.” Draeg chimed in before ruffling the pups ears and attempting to bowl his tiny double over with his paw. “Well you’re safe and I suppose that’s all that really matters. Go say hi to BT, what are you doing so far from the den anyway?” Noticing that Jaqco was eying the pup Draeg tossed the coyote hybrid a quick smile. “His name is Zenith, BT used to look after him and his brother when Firefly and I were busy. He was born here in these lands, probably a bit before you joined. He’s my son.”