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Post by Saosin on Nov 18, 2009 12:49:45 GMT -5
A T K A [/color] 
Change would come, as it always had to the island of the moon, and to the inhabitants who sung unto the glory of the night sky and the silver sphere in all her grandeur. Change was constant, perhaps the only constant one could ever truly be sure of. Change was an immovable force that did not heed the will of any, and its tyranny would forever shape the future, as it had done the past.
Atka was unsure of how the next few moments would transpire, but something would come of the frayed ends of the rope that held these wolves together, may it be to rip it apart or mend it. The scent of the male wolf who had departed with the female Zenna who lay hurt was still weighing heavily upon the atmosphere as if a stubborn musk refusing to depart. He had been here yes, but now all that remained was the traces of his presence, and the wonder of what had transpired. Perhaps it was for the best in their current situation, for tension could only have further bruised those hearts of those here now. He watched as Larka escaped his presence, slipped away from him as she approached her fallen pack mate. He did not pursue, for this was not his silent battle, nor his underlying war. Instead he moved to the outskirts of the gathered, dipped his head in quiet greeting to those around him who shares the scent of the clan. He would be there if Larka, or any of them needed him, but at the moment it was Larka alone who could tend to the wounds that surpassed mere fleshy abrasions.
[/font][/color] Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
and to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars
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Post by Saosin on Nov 18, 2009 14:46:13 GMT -5
S U R U L I A N [/color]  And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
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Images rendered before his eyes of a past he had come so very far to escape from. The tension of a splintered pack, the misery of separation… these things had cast his shadowed soul into a world where only darkness reigned, suppressing reality until daylight had succumb to defeat and eventide was everlasting. Surulian was destined for such devastating trials of the heart and soul, and he had come to know them like close friends for true friends he had never had. He had thought that perhaps those shadows that had plagued him had been lost across the expanse of the sea, but alas those umbra seemed now to be mocking him, swinging from the boughs of the trees and dancing between the girth of their trunks.
Surulian could not pretend to know what was transpiring here, beyond the view of their eyes. He could not comprehend the ties of anger and fatigue that played in their eyes that held no relation to their physical bodies. Lorkan seemed severely affected by the predicament though, and could feel it in the way the atmosphere around his body changed. He too wished to console the young wolf, as he watched the pallid Cloud do, noting again the pleasant aura she held and the way it seemed to affect those around her. He huddled a bit closer to the male, letting him know his comrades were indeed there for him. He remained quiet though, not pretending to be part of this saga though in the end his fate would be intertwined with all the wolves now surrounding him.
[/font][/color] All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be
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Post by Amanda on Nov 23, 2009 16:38:39 GMT -5
Larka let her grin light up her face as she touched Zena gently on the crania with her muzzle. Lets get you out of the surf, my friend. Cold water is only good for so long before it starts to sap away your strength.carrick...that coward has fled again. It is for the best.This thought flashed across her orbs but was unreadable to Zena. Standing as solidly as she could, she offered her assistance to Zena, willing the other female to rise and move away from the cold ocean winds. Lorkan took a hesitant step forward, curious about the new loner and wanting to help Zena in his own way. Moving cautiously forward, almost as if his confidence decreased the farther he moved from Cloud and Surulian, Lorkan stood by his mother and nuzzled her gently before putting on his friendliest young face, encouraging Zena to accept the help that he offered.
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Post by Tay on Nov 23, 2009 18:35:06 GMT -5
[glow=teal,2,300] Zena[/glow] Zena smiled back to Larka, and nodded to her words. She rose, with difficulty, and leaned against Larka. She could feel the fem's own weakness form her injuries. She chuckled at Lorkan's innocent face, and nuzzled him back accepting the help he offered so kindly. She limped her way away form the surf with the help of the others. How far do you wish me to go? I may not go far, but with a goal in mind it'll be much easier. Her golden orbs turned to her helpers. |
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Post by Kaziph on Nov 23, 2009 19:10:38 GMT -5
Cloud released a quiet sigh of relief as the tension broke. Larka and Zena had made up their differences, whatever they were, and things would hopefully settle down again. The white fem was ever the optimist, and she glanced sideways at Surulian to share a pleasant smile with him. Her bright eyes danced merrily, and the she-wolf turned, the moment shared with the brute over as she padded closer to her alpha.
She came to stand near Zena, nudging the fem gently with her muzzle and touching the injured leg, lapping at it with her tongue. There was grit from the sand and salt from the ocean in the wound, and Cloud wondered if the value of adding salt to the wound would outweigh the chances of infection from the grubby sand. She licked it again, tenderly, before raising her eyes to Larka. What do we do now, my leader?
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Post by Amanda on Nov 23, 2009 19:18:29 GMT -5
Larka contemplated her limping journey here. To the edge of the trees, Zena, there is a particularly thick stand of trees that will sheild us from the wind, until we both have the strength to move on.Finding the stand was easy, for she had wanted so desperately to stop there herself, but Atka had willed her to keep moving. Sitting wearily, heavily, her linbs trembling from the effort, Larka's orbs scanned the sheltered clearing. We can do this...we can make this work Noting the scents of her older new pack mates Larka smiled gently. Cloud, Surulian, do not hang back as if you do not belong here, dears. All of you, this male is named Atka, he is our newest member.A shimmer of pride crossed her orbs as she looked from Atka to Cloud and Surulian. We are strong and proud, perhaps the Ravilin can finally live up to its potential...
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Post by Saosin on Nov 24, 2009 15:09:30 GMT -5
A T K A [/color]
Atka was eager for them to move from the grasp of the ocean’s current, for the tide seemed to be shifting and the line which was created between wet and dry granules was slowly climbing the beach. Inwardly the alabaster wolf winced at the pain and fatigue of the two females as they gathered their strength to move the pack farther inland. He was glad that the two seemed to have come to friendly terms once more, and found himself wandering as to the circumstances predating their arrival that had left the thick scent of Carrick lingering in upon the beach. His eyes strayed momentarily from Larka and Zena to the other’s surrounding them, making note of each particular member. The young white male was obviously Larka’s son but the other’s seemed not to have blood ties but loyalty ties instead. The white female he would come to know as Cloud seemed to be a gentle soul, eager to please and he would guess she was very easy to get along with. The pitch black older male seemed to distance himself , his eyes full of knowing and an abundance of wariness that could only have stemmed from tragedy. He could sympathize with such heartache. Their numbers were few and yet … there was much strength in the wolves who surrounded him, such promise for the future. And as Larka graciously introduced him, he rose and eagerly approached each member of the pack. His thick bristled tail wavered from side to side showing his pleasure at mingling with his new family and hoped that they would all, in time, come to trust him as a part of their pack. When he was done exchanging hellos and scents he retreated to a few paces of the side of Larka and sat down lightly amidst the shows of the overhanging trees.
“Larka… is there anything you need of us? Anything that may make this situation more comfortable to the body or mind?”
[/font][/color] Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
and to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars
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Post by Amanda on Nov 24, 2009 15:46:58 GMT -5
Larka contemplated their current situation and cycled back through her many seasons in the Ravilin wandering alone, teaching herself the ways of the woods. An idea came to her then-it was of the whispy trees that she enjoyed standing under, they grew near the water and larka remembered her jaw numbing when she had tried to eat some of the bark during a particularly lean winter. Curiously, she wondered if it could dull the pain in her and Zena's limbs. We need more food, to keep our stength up. I believe there is still a good deal of the reindeer that started this mess left, unless a bear got to it...She paused then, considering her next words. Also...there is a whispy tree that grows near river banks...it's bark seems to have a numbing effect, perhaps that would be of some aide to us-we would be able to journey to a more sheltered location.Lorkan perked up then, he had spent alot of time on the beach scavenging and exploring. I know where the nearest river is from here...and I think I know what tree it is...His plume wavered happily-here was another chance for him to run with his friends-AND help mother at the same time! The young wolf was filled with a sense of duty then, as if he knew what he were doing was the right thing and it was what he truly wanted to do. His deep blue orbs were beginning to regain some of the youthful glimmer that they should of had, but that the sobering burden of responsibility had smoldured many months before. It is not easy for one so young to lose a father and siblings with no explanation...
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Post by Kaziph on Nov 24, 2009 16:05:07 GMT -5
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The white she-wolf dipped her muzzle when the leader spoke a strange numbing tree, for she had heard of it before. She hadn't known that it was actually used, but she knew the older wolves had mentioned it in her presence at least once. Cloud wouldn't have any idea of it's appearance, though.
The fem looked to Lorkan as he brightened after his mother spoke, apparently knowing the tree, too. The young male was eager to be off, but Cloud looked once more between Larka and Zena. She'd certainly go with the younger wolf if Larka allowed it, but Cloud had already been out running earlier and wasn't sure if she would be asked to go again. Her ears swiveled toward Surulian, listening to see if she detected any change in his stance or breathing that signaled he too wanted to go out again, run by her and Lorkan through the forest. |
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Post by Amanda on Nov 24, 2009 17:07:54 GMT -5
Larka sighed playfully at her son, so eager to be rid of her presence-but she knew in her heart that he merely wanted to run free. The three of you can go again, as long as you are not gone long, Lorkan knows the trees-remember they are the ones who's branches touch the ground-the bark has rigges running through it. Atka...if you are tired of babysitting an injured Alpha, I grant you permission to go with them, you need to learn some of the pack's terrain as well.She would miss his company, but it certaintly wasnt his job to stick to her side like glue. My daughter Kira is around here somewhere...certainly within howling distance of things go...awry.Lorkan nuzzled his mother and Zena, trying to comfort them to make it seem like he wasnt running away from them on purpose. More food...drooping branches along the river bank...ridgy bark...got it. We shouldn't be gone too long...The river was not very close, but nothing was very far when you were a long legged wolf with plenty of endurance... And a very important mission.
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Post by Tay on Dec 7, 2009 20:07:48 GMT -5
 Zena shifted uncomfortably as she waited. It had nothing to do with the company, or the pain. She wished to be by Carrick's side again. Not here...not laying useless while his scent faded more and more. She felt her paws twitch, her brain compelling her to try to get to her feet. She stared off where he had disappeared and desperately wished to call out for him again. She knew it would do no good though. She wouldn't let Larka see what the situation made her feel. It would be too much like letting her win. His Plaything... She had forgiven Larka for her words, but they still stung and Zena would not forget them. Her golden orbs slid to her like-pelted Alpha. Has anything been found of those who vanished, Larka? She glanced toward the woods. Surely we must find something...they will come back...won't they? They can't have simply gone... She had no real attachment to any who had vanished, it was the idea of it that scared her. The idea of they one day being there, and the next not. |
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Post by Shai'Ren on Dec 10, 2009 22:29:09 GMT -5
I’m the warrior of life,
I know the reaper by name.[/font][/color] The wind hissed at the brute's wintering coat; the thickness of the shadows were increasing every day. Even as he had grown he had noticed he had rather long fur, but hadn't minded it and made sure it was well prepared. It shone a strange kind of luster as his ears appeared over a hill, his bottomless blue eyes absorbing what they could as quickly as they could.
He caught the word "vanished" in his ear and would have smirked had he been any other light-hearted wolf. It was ironic that she'd speak that word as soon as he was returning. He didn't mind it so much, though his pack members might. As far as he was concerned, it didn't matter to him if he was kicked out or not. It had happened to all of the other Ravilin wolves, so he wasn't any different. At first he thought perhaps he was, but as events in the large forest unfolded, he soon became disgusted and even pondered leaving. He thought, perhaps, that if he gave it enough time things would improve--it seemed he was wrong.
He delivered a respectful bow to Larka, a strange glint in his eyes. How old was she now? He couldn't remember, though he didn't particularly care. It was another lonely fact his eyes saddened at. Whether she would address him or not was up to her, but he looked over his shoulder, blinking slowly. He was more than likely looking for someone, but turned back when he did not spy them. His oceanic orbs rested themselves finally on the alphess again, taking in her distressing form. [/color] My blood's running cold;
I see pain wherever I go… [/color]
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Post by Tay on Dec 16, 2009 12:45:50 GMT -5
Zena's ears perked at the sound of approaching paw steps. She raised her muzzle to the air and caught the scent that she couldn't describe as anything but...old Ravilin. Carrick had it about him, as did Larka and the others who'd been here before the Vanishing Times. Which is what Zena chose to call that long pause in pack interaction. It was a scent that told of having been in the forests before and a scent that said he, for it was brute, knew the secrets of the land. Her orbs burned hopefully as she thought of Carrick. As he grew closer though, she knew it was not. For scent and soon appearance made him another brute. She barely recognized the wolf, and noted that he was younger then Carrick. She lost interest quickly in his presence, and only wished to be off in the forest again. If Lorkan and the others did not hurry with the bark, she'd go after it herself. She'd then slink off into the forest to search for Carrick and heal. She truly hated laying here helpless, and she was nearly terrified that Carrick would leave the forest. If that happened...her finding him would be about impossible. She sighed as the brute bowed to Larka, noted the glint in his eye and finding irony in the fact that he too did not seem to be very fond of Larka's leading. Perhaps I should speak of the others more often... Zena said, breaking the silence. I am Zena. I sadly do not remember your name...though I know you are Ravilin already. Welcome back. She sounded almost sarcastic for she was becoming ever-more irritated at just laying here. She noted her own tone, and glanced about her. Truly though, as of right now there was not much to be welcomed to. |
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