Walkin' On Sunshine

[Mist]

Dawn over the Transylvanian mountains is a sight not to be forgotten. As Fenris rises and blesses his land once again with his warmth - though not yet burning heat - his soft morning rays fall on the beautiful lands of Deor. Not far from the entrance of some small dens Mist sits and watches the remnants of the sunrise in a calm, sentimental mood. The gurgle-whisper sounds of flowing water come to her from nearby and she, for the moment, feels content to simply sit in silence in the cool morning. After a short while she sighs softly and shakes herself before smiling as she hears a cheerful howl. Pricking her ears to catch the last echoes she pads softly back toward the dens.

Seeing Fenorë's lovely ivory form she smiles again and barks a soft greeting. "Good morning, Fenni, darling! I am glad to see that someone else is up this morning... I was beginning to think that I would have to wake someone else up so they could enjoy the beautifully cool morning with me." Padding closer to her granddaughter she nuzzles her softly and then steps back, admiring the young fae.

((heh, same excuse as Fenni: tired, very little muse))

[Rokk]

The dawn had risen, and the warm rays of Fenris - if a varg chooses to believe in such a deity - had covered the Deor packlands in his golden glow. The dew sparkled like gems on the grass, but already it was evaporating into nothingness. Soon it would be a memory of later today, until it returned again, leaving again the next morning, in a clear and systematic cycle. Rokk had been up all night, one of his sleepless nights again. But he was used to that.

Rokk had a quite unremarkable pelt. Just a normal tan colour, darkening along his back, with cool brown eyes. His fur was shaggy, and he had quite a large muscular build - born to be a fighter, as some would say. Although in his youth he had used that against the others, he had been quite a bully. Until he got put in his place. Rokk inwardly winced, though no sign showed outwardly. His right rear leg held a scar on the joint where his fur refused to grow back. He hid the limp well, but still his gait was awkward today, not because of his old scar, but because of a new wound he had collected.

Rokk had been a ghost in the Deor territories lately, he did not quite know how the Dragga would react if he had heard that Rokk had been fighting in GeRad's war with the Balkar and Sarnes. He had happened upon it quite by accident, and the ugly healing wound on his left shoulder was something he had brought back with him. Chalos didn't need to find out, it wasn't that important anyway.

It wasn't until he was near the dens that he heard the howl, and realised where his wanderings had taken him. Inwardly cursing, he realised that he was in plain sight, turning around and walking off would be a social no-no. Rokk grimaced. He hated social-etiquette sometimes. However, since he hadn't seen life since the bloody tooth and claws of the war, he presumed a little conversation might not hurt, all that much. Although when he noticed who accompanied the young pup, he mused that his previous presumption might have been a little off. Remembering their last meeting didn't deter Rokk though, and he padded over, his limp disguised as well as he was able. "Morning." He grunted gruffly, dipping his head ever so slightly as was apparently called polite.

OOC: hope you don't mind my intrusion

[Atrus]

The early morning wasn't of much excitement to the young tri-hued male which now emerged from the den, he looked annoyed with Fenore as he padded over to Mist a smile now on his young features also noticing Fenore there as well gave a nod to her "Morning grandmother" his puffy tail wagging slightly as he nuzzled her then moved back to sit his bottom on the cool morning grass.

His eyes caught the sight of another and his nose told him that this varg belonged to Deor as he did but Atrus hadn't met this one yet, it seemed there were many in the pack he's failed to meet just yet, he looked at Mist curiously before laying down stretching out his front legs "Any plans for the day then?"
<<so sorry low muse today...and I've been horribly inactive which will change just as soon as the weeks over>>

[blackhorizon]

Unlike his siblings Dias hadn't been in the den, but sitting on the rocky side of the valley over looking it when Fenore howled he just simple looked up. His moss green eyes watching as his family and some stranger gathered near the den, wondering to himself if a family meeting had been called like the last time when it was ruined by the appearance of his said to be dead father Lajos.

Jumping from his spot he padded over to the small group of gathered vargs, bowing his head in greeting to everyone and a small smile played his young handsome features as he spotted Mist. He'd once had asked her to teach him to be just like his step-uncle and she would do the best she could, he wanted to learn to trust again but for anyone who's had bad experiences it was a challenge. Coming to a halt near Atrus he sat and looked up at Mist "Morning everyone"

((>< I've been sooo lazy sorry))

[Chayton]

White paws float over the ground, the morning weather stings a little on his nose. He hopes his mate doesn't mind him leaving before she woke. He had wanted to patrol the grounds before others woke up. But he hears the barks of other vargs. Obviously he wasn't the only one awake.

He recognizes one of the barks as his mate, and the others as his grandpups, that was if they fully accepted him as family, he knew they had some trouble in the past, but then again who didn't?

Chayton came to the gathering of vargs, he barks a greeting and goes to stand by his mate. "Hello everyone." In the early morning everyone seems to be awake, perhaps something in the weather had stirred everyone up at this hour. "Sorry to have left the den so early love." He smiles at Mist and nuzzles her.

"Anything exciting going on?" He grins, hoping that some sort of looking without leaping activity is planned, at least leaping into water

///ackk, sorry this is really bad///

[Mist]

Smiling at her granddaughter's statement Mist shrugs slightly and glances around at the very last pink above the eastern mountains. "Yes... but it is such a lovely time to be awake. Usually I am not up for still a bit longer and I miss seeing the sunrise. Well, actually I have started getting up earlier... this morning's sunrise was especially lovely... very colorful." Finishing her rather rambling words the ash-colored fae is faintly surprised to hear quiet footsteps. Looking up she narrows her eyes slightly as she sees who the other varg is. It is Rokk, an only slightly familiar mann. Surprisingly they have only met once before, though regrettably the meeting wasn't all together the friendliest. Shaking herself slightly Mist decides to be at least civil and not dwell on those memories.

It seems that Fenorë's howl was something more of a beckoning call than she had even intended for just as Mist nods in response to Rokk's curt greeting two vargs join the small group. Smiling as her thoughts are taken from her memories and as she immediately recognizes the two young manns as her two adopted grandsons, Atrus and Diyasa, the latter named for her lost brother. "Good morning Atrus, Dias!" Quite suddenly it strikes her how strange it is to be speaking to a Dias that is not her brother. It is interesting that she has never had this thought before, but perhaps it is her mood that makes her more perceptive to her own deep feelings. Pushing aside these thoughts she also realizes how grown up the two are, just like their sister, and wonders how she could have not noticed this before.

As she sights her mate Mist hopes that her grandsons are as grown up mentally and emotionally as they are physically, and that they will have the strength and kindness to accept Chayton as a grandfather... or at least as a friend and mentor. Smiling as he nuzzles her she licks him once on the maw. "Good morning to you as well Chayton! It is alright. Did you see the sunrise this morning?" Shaking her head at his question she shrugs faintly. "Nothing really that I know of... at least, nothing besides the fact that we are all meeting! I suppose you could definitely say that was exciting since we are so rarely all together." Hearing Fenorë's words she smiles and looks for a moment at her granddaughter before looking at Chayton to gauge his reaction. At Fenorë's question she shrugs and smiles. "I haven't heard anything... perhaps a hunt or something?"

((OOC: hehe, stuck on the sunrise a bit. What can I say? I love sunrises and sunsets... welcome back Atrus and Dias! Great to see you around again! And Rokk, as far as I know it's totally fine for you to join us! Heh, pardon Mist's rather cool greeting.))

[Cagalli]

The sun had just risen in the sky and already fawn ears had picked up the familiar howl of a young she varg, light brown eyes looked up from the place tri-hued body lay. From here Cagalli could see her mother and her mate which she had accepted as her father and the grandfather of those hyper fluff balls romping near the two. However the other was strange to her but held the scent of her beloved home and so she relaxed slightly giving them all another look she pushed herself upon sandy colored legs and padded forward.

Unlike the others she walked with her head. tail and ears dropping almost sadly. When reunited once more Cagalli hadn't been in the right frame of mind to greet her happy mother, sadly the tri-hued female was considering ending her life for she saw it going downhill, her heart hadn't healed yet from it. Feeling horrible for bringing up such things when she should of been happy for Mist and Chayton and holding her head up for her remaining pups. Taking a deep breath Cagalli tried to smile "Morning everyone"

<<Gosh I'm so laaate so sorry everyone>>

[Atrus]

He smiled but seemed to back away from his sister, the two boys never seemed to like the overly hyperness that came with the white she-varg, then again they weren't around Farrah much to learn this trait. His ears twitched at the sudden familiar voice of his mother and he barked in greeting to her "Morning mother!" as the words escaped his maw, he was running toward her tail wagging and gently nuzzled her softly.

He missed her and wanted her to know that he was still very happy to know she was there, things hadn't gone well for his mother since the death of their father, before him her brother Salem and then Acherons death consumed them all but they were supporting each other through this "Where have you been?!" he backed up and stared at her, a slight frown on his face.
<<I wish I could do better then this but...my muse has gone poof>>