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Post by Kaziph on Dec 16, 2009 16:50:34 GMT -5
Cloud trailed after Lorkan for a long while as they traveled, the bitter bark in her mouth making her tongue and lips go numb from its juices. She tried not to think about it, but after a good thirty or so minutes she was outright drooling. Her lips couldn't seem to work right, but she knew the bark was still firmly in her grip. Finally, tired of the slow pace, the white wolf issued a soft rumble and picked up her feet faster, moving in front of the younger male.
It didn't take long after their pace increased for them to come upon the kill site, and Cloud paused only long enough to allow Atka and Surulian time to gather meat in their jowls before she was heading away from the clearing. She found herself becoming terribly aggravated at the numbness of her muzzle, for it was spreading down the back of her throat. Cloud ran on for some time, following days old scent trails where Larka and the others had come, headed toward the beach.
The white fem arrived back at the beach out of breath. She padded toward Larka and Zena, dropping the bark quickly and feeling her tongue loll from her muzzle unintentionally. She didn't try to speak for fear of what noises would come out, so instead she whimpered. I hope that works on you, because it most certainly worked on me! The she-wolf shook her head, spittle still running from between her jaws still as she paced back and forth, hoping the feeling would return soon. |
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Post by Saosin on Dec 17, 2009 21:11:44 GMT -5
A T K A [/color] 
A scent had carried upon the gale for some time as the moved across the landscape. It was the scent of an unknown male wolf dangerously fresh and looming inside the pack boundaries. Atka’s mind lingered upon it intently but did not bring it up the others as he was sure they too could detect it. He was however new to this terrain and so this foreign scent could be yet another pack member he had yet to meet. And so he did not try and draw focus to it, though his mind reeled nervously having left the two females injured and alone. The decision to indeed leave them had been a trying one, and he found himself questioning if it had been the right one. For if any harm had come to Larka.. or his new pack mate, he would blame himself for not having stayed to protect them.
Knowing they had already been gone a good long time, he was hasty about tearing large bloody chunks off of the slowly decaying carcass of the cow. The cold of winter had served to prolong the state of the meat yet it had made it harder to pull off the bone for the meat was nearly frozen through. He was glad to have the raven wolf Surulian’s help in the task, for the elder male seemed to go about the task diligently as if he too felt the urgency of their return. He could tell too, that Cloud was becoming agitated, her eyes had grown weary and he knew not if it was their pace, her worry, or the bark that she held in her mouth that set her mind astray. But was ever grateful at her diligence and devotion to her pack.
Each step that brought Atka back into view of his new found friend, his heart grew lighter, and yet turbulence struck when the sight of the unknown male, black and ominous loomed before him. He bit back the growl that threatened to rumble from the bottom of his throat, reminding himself that this might not be some unknown wolf traipsing through their pack lands. Carefully he lay the large helping of meat down near Larka and Zena and stepped gingerly to Larka's side and gave her a soft nudge to her shoulder.
“How do the two of you fair?”
[/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 Dec 17, 2009 21:46:12 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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Surulian had thrown himself at the task of tearing away at the strange tree bark, though his belief in its strengths were only half hearted. He soon realized however, as the group moved on towards the carcass in the distance, that with each stride him mouth lost more and more feeling until he could only feel the pressure of his teeth upon the slivers of wood. It was an altogether dissatisfying sensation and he was eager to be rid of it. Silently he corrected himself for not having an open mind to the possibilities of such things and wished that he had known of these trees in years prior, for they might have come in handy in dire circumstances.
Attempting to multitask, the raven male accompanied the arctic wolf Atka, in his task of coveting meat to bring back with them. And though his teeth dug viciously into the plump rounded hind quarters of the fallen animal, he made little progress in denting the carcass. Obviously the kill had been sitting her for some time now, vultures had evidently been picking at the flesh as well as other small animals that roamed here. The drop in temperatures had hardened the meat considerably as if the earth refused to allow any more to be taken. In time though he managed to find the break in the contours of muscles and pulled back a slab that would be difficult to carry swiftly but he took it anyways.
As the others ran on ahead of him, he kept an easy loping pace, the weight of the meat in his jaws causing him to remain slow. He knew the rest of the party wished to be rid of the fowl tasting bark they carried for he too still carried a few chunks wedged between his incisors and the meaty bounty making the whole experience unpleasant. Arriving last, he quickly trotted up to the others, laying both the bark and the meat down in front of his Alphess before backing off to the side. "I hope this helps..." His tongue, half numb roamed his jaws awkwardly and noted that his saliva glands seemed to be working in overdrive. Quietly he reclined to the earthen floor, rubbing his muzzle against his front leg absently as if to ward off the numbing effects while his eyes roamed the gathering, including the newly entered black male and ending on the beautiful Cloud who too seemed to be quite annoyed with the bark’s aftertaste.
[/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 Dec 19, 2009 11:43:25 GMT -5
Lorkan had stayed somewhere inbetween Cloud and Surulian, not wanting his friend to feel as if he were left behind. Placing his own slab of bark down he noted that they probably had enough to knock the whole pack senseless for a month. Wavering his plume gently at their obvious want to please, he stopped immediately when he saw the unknown male. Hackles bristling he moved inbetween his mother and the dark wolf, a low grumble of protest rising within his chest. Larka felt a strange unease at Rhy's return, as if he were an unsettling spirit. She greeted him warmly just the same, for he was still a Ravilin, though he was one who vanished far more than most. It is a surprise to see you here Rhys, welcome back into the fold.As her unease started to abate the others began to swiftly arrive, and an overwhelming sense of relief flooded over her at seeing their friendly, determined faces. Larka's world felt right once again as Atka entered the clearing and nudged her gently-it was almost as if a piece of her soul had gone missing and had returned whole and safe. Touching the top of her muzzle to his chin in a gentle manner she adressed him and the rest of the retreival party. I know the journey was unpleasant, but I assure you that your efforts were not done in vain. She rose stiffly then and touched each one of them on the muzzle lightly with her own, showing her sincere gratitude and love for them all. Taking a bit of the shredded bark in her jaws, she chewed vigorously for a few seconds, shredding the bark even finer before swallowing it. After a few moments she noted that she had done it quickly enough to avoid her jaws from going numb. Then the wonderful sensation spread through her lower limbs. The bark was working it's magic, the pain was starting to flow out of her limbs, that dull maddening ache was beginning to lessen.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Dec 19, 2009 14:32:37 GMT -5
Hippity hoppity...
Skitchity scotchity...[/color][/i]
It had been such an exciting time! The golden wolfess had run off, exploring the land, tasting what it was like to be a loner yet still a packwolf. She was lucky that she had bumped into Rhys along the way, for she might have gone with less food than she had. Rhys had convinced her that they should return to the clan, especially since it was winter, so that way they could be supportive of the alpha and assist in the clanly duties.
Meravue ran with a slight frown on her maw, though. She could tell the other brute wanted to do something different, but she didn't know what. He had helped her, though, so she couldn't think that badly of him.
Up and over the hill she went, ignoring the ones she didn't know, ignoring her brother who had growled at Rhys, ignoring Rhys too. She went right to her mother as she ate the bark of a tree, which confused her, but she payed it no mind. Motheeerr! It was safe to say she had absolutely no idea what was going on, but it was just as safe to say that she didn't care. Meravue just wanted her mother to talk to her. If she was busy doing pack stuff, she would wait. But if not, boy did she have a story to tell!
[/color] Loopidy lopidy...
Boopity bopity... [/font][/i]
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Post by Tay on Dec 20, 2009 19:45:29 GMT -5
 Zena watched as Larka greet the group. She waved her banner a bit, and reached her tongue out to the bark. She held it in her jaws for a moment and felt her tongue begin to tingle. She quickly chewed, afraid that if she let her tongue get too numb she would chew through it, instead of the bark. She swallowed the bark with a grimace, feeling the rough texture slide down her throat. She licked her lips feeling small splinters of wood sticking to her tongue. She was distracted from this as the pound in her leg began to dim. She smiled, looking down to it. Her golden orbs glanced up in thanks to Cloud and the others. She rose, feeling strange on a numb leg. She wished to slip away, as quickly as possible. She would search for Carrick, and heal. She felt she'd heal better alone. Not wasting her time on trying to be civil in conversation or being otherwise social. Her orbs glanced to the sky. Night was fast approaching, for the sky was turning a shade of orange. Suddenly a furry body bound down a hill close to them. The scent was of Larka and Faris. Zena recognized her as Lorkan's sister. She offered a silent thanks to the small pup as she placed one paw behind the other, slowly sneaking away and into the trees behind her. She looked to catch Cloud's orbs, hoping to not seem ungrateful. I have things I must do, Pack Sister. Please, if anyone notices do not let them chase me. I will be fine in this forest. I will heal better alone. She thought Cloud the safest, for she would be more likely to let her do what she wished. Zena then turned and was gone before any wolf could even recover from the confusion of the fem pup's arrival. |
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Post by Kaziph on Dec 20, 2009 23:49:06 GMT -5
Cloud had stopped pacing for a moment when Atka and Lorkan came back, followed by the dark Surulian. Her eyes traveled over them, but her muzzle was still clamped firmly shut even as her cheeks dried from the excess drool caused by the bark. The fem waited, happily watching as both her leader and Zena snapped up the wood's juices and began to stretch their legs. Surely now it would heal sooner. Her eyes briefly glanced to the other dark wolf who had appeared, one who was close in age to herself but perhaps a little younger. She didn't recognize him from any time before, but he faintly had a scent of the forest upon his pelt, so she didn't pay him much mind.
When the young she-wolf came bumbling into the clearing, Cloud moved around the gathered wolves, brushing a pelt here and there and catching the eye of whoever happened to look her way. All was well in the pale wolf's world. Here was a family, finally, and without that grouchy old brute that kept running off... well, they seemed relatively happy.
Yet then, she had thought it too soon, for when she glanced in Zena's direction, a pleasant smile still on her face, she froze. She was leaving? Cloud read the message in her new pack-sister's eyes. Please don't give me away, it was written all over her companion's face. So the white wolf stood there, gazing after her retreating form for a moment before turning back toward Larka, her body placed between where Zena had disappeared and her alpha's line of sight. She for one didn't understand why the young fem would leave, but it not her place to call her out on it. She wasn't above anyone in ranks, so Cloud's ears twitched to the side and she promptly ignored the fact that they were suddenly one short again when so many more had only just arrived. |
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Post by Saosin on Dec 31, 2009 13:14:59 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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Surulian was content to hang upon the outskirts of the current goings on of the pack. True, it was settling to be united as one once more, the unity securing their hearts together as one whole. But something loomed upon the horizon. Was it simply within Surulians mind as was usual? Or was something hanging in the distance, waiting to disturb the packs seemingly contented state… oh he was so unsure. Was it the years finally catching up to the black male? Surely he should be feeling the passing of time, not only in his bones but within the crevices of his mind. Perhaps… But the sharp intuitiveness of his senses on such things had always been at the pinnacle of a needle point, for they swirled like voices in a mind of cataclysm and fate. Oh Surulian, dear Surulian, when will he let the abyss swallow him indefinitely, for surely that shadow world was calling him home. And those folds beckoned with such welcoming arms. But no… not yet… Surulian was chasing one last shard of light.
The comings and goings of those around him buzzed like a symphony of bees moving this way and that. But it was upon a single movement that captured his attentions and zeroed in like a target. The injured Zena had shuffled silently into the forestry and disappeared from sight, and none had seemed to be the wiser save for the angelic Cloud who stood with a confused gleam about her gaze. Had she wished to help in the wolf’s departure? Or was she merely caught in the unexpected as was he? He shifted uncomfortably with the dilemma, the smallest whine rumbling somewhere deep inside his chest, hardly audible to the outside world.
[/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 Saosin on Dec 31, 2009 22:03:37 GMT -5
A T K A [/color]
A flurry of emotion, like the gentle flourishes of snowfall which tumbled about them, consumed the rigid featured white wolf as the young female’s muzzle tapered along the underside of his own. The touch was brief, but the sensation it caused ignited flames which consumed his bodice to the very core. First and foremost it enraptured his heart, and moving then from those intricate heart cords wound a path into the folds of his mind. He had not come to this Island in search of love. But it was love he had found, perhaps in its newest form, but with time could become an undying passion that would stretch across the eons. Perhaps it was the season that had settled upon him, but her touch had further caressed desires deep within him that previously he had chased away in his younger years. But the need for a family was strong with him this year, and the tender affections of Larka had kindled a fire that never before had he known.
Caught within the rapture of the moment, the departure of Zena had gone unnoticed for he had reclined back into a sitting posture as Larka moved forward to great all the wolves of their clan. He remained there, where she had departed, his tail flickering from side to side in a joyous dance. He was curious as to the two wolves who were unknown to him, a scrupulous gaze is given to the dark wolf, and a more curious one is given towards the young female who claimed to be Larka’s daughter. It seemed that there was more yet to be learned of the pallid wolf that had grown so close to his heart.
[/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 Jan 9, 2010 6:26:48 GMT -5
Turning back to gaze at Atka, Larka felt the void grow even as she had only moved a few steps away. The fire that she saw in his icy blue orbs caught the breath in her throat. Before she lost her composure, her daughter came bounding into the clearing just as she glimpsed Zena retreating into the shadows. Again. Shaking her crania as she made a mental note to deal with her, Larka stepped forward on pleasantly numbed limbs to nuzzle her daughter lovingly, Her golden orbs glowing with love and warmth. Meravue! Where have you been, dearest? I missed you so much, my lovely daughter. You must tell me about your travels.Touching her golden daughter's shoulder with her muzzle gently, Larka moved to sit near Atka again, drawing great comfort and a sense of...calm by being next to him. She sat because even though her limbs were numb, they were still injured and she fatigued easily. Lorkan experienced a sort of tunnel vision feeling as his whole world narrowed and focused on the presence of his beloved sister. Controlling his stride, he kept from pouncing on her by sheer will. His voice was an excited bark as he closed the distance, nuzzling her almost fiercly. Meravue! You are back! How have you been? Where did you go? Will you stay? Where is Lorkan?He tried to hide it, but the disappoint was plapable once he reakized that she was alone. When they had been younger, he and his brother had been inseperable, like twins.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 9, 2010 21:18:01 GMT -5
Hippity hoppity...
Skitchity scotchity...[/color][/i] Meravue whined noisily as she greeted her family, so very happy to be back. At the same time, it was appologetic, as though she had done something very wrong. I'm sorry, Mom! Lys and I were wandering about and we got ourselves into trouble. Dad tried to save us but he ended up falling into a really deep valley. Her ears flattened against her head, her maw curling dowards. Her silver orbs looked desperate, as though she were about to cry. Lysander refused to leave father... but I knew we couldn't stay forever..
But! Then Rhys found us and said he'd take me home! So he did, and here I am! Her mood became a little more happy. It was a bittsweet moment for her as she remembered the fierceness in her father's eyes telling her to go on without him, and then how her brother tried to match the same bravery, almost as if trying to be the hero. She didn't know if he succeeded or not... but she desperately hoped he had.
[/color] Loopidy lopidy...
Boopity bopity... [/font][/i]
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Post by Amanda on Jan 10, 2010 1:00:27 GMT -5
Larka bowed her head, if tears could have been shed, crystalline droplets would have fallen to the earth. Her voice was hushed as she spoke. So he did not die alone...and you do not know Lysanders fate?Lorkan let a snarl paint an ugly mask upon his facade, having never known greif or loss. His voice was high and agitated as he stuck his face next to Meravue's. Where IS HE?! Where is my father and brother?Agitated, he paced from paw to paw, ready to race off and find them.
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Post by Kaziph on Jan 10, 2010 1:35:09 GMT -5
Cloud eyed Lorkan, startled by the snarl in his voice as he asked where his father and brother were. The gentle fem glanced to the new female, young Meravue, and sadly closed her bright blue eyes. It sounded as though this brute, Meravue and Lorkan's father, had fallen and... died. She wondered how long it had been since the incident, and whether there was any chance of his survival. Yet then Cloud remembered how Larka and Atka stood near each other, and she wondered whether Larka would mourn this news as she might have merely weeks before, when there wasn't another to step into her mate's place.
The pale wolfess issued a soft whine, mostly to Lorkan for she felt she knew him better, and dropped her muzzle toward the earth. Have care, my friend, and trust the Maker in all matters such as these. If she tells us they live, or they are here in this land, I will go to the ends of the island to help you find them. Her offer was sincere, and she edged closer to the young male to give him comfort. She knew Larka would have Akta's strong shoulder to lean upon if her heart was weary, so she only glanced in her leader's direction. |
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 10, 2010 3:25:20 GMT -5
I’m the warrior of life,
I know the reaper by name.[/font][/color] Rhys smiled inwardly at the family somewhat reunited. His loner tendancies had paid off here. Had it not been for his wandering, he would have never found the three of them. However, he pondered the truth in his head. Should he tell Larka of her past mate? By looking at how she was with the other male, he would guess she'd rather not hear it. His heart saddened at this, for he had known Faris almost as a father as well.
If I may speak, oceanic orbs looked about the group, hoping they would hear him, I know where it is he is. I've wandered that way many times. It's possible to go see if they are still there. But, it seemed as though Larka could not--and would not, in Rhys' mind--make such a journey. The only way to get in is to fall in. It's a common mistake, especially in this season. Slippery, concealling snow...
Rhys turned his calm orbs to Lorkan, the willingness to lead the way within them. He angled them back towards Larka, almost as if asking permission. He had succeeded in saving one of her litter, perhaps if they were in time they could at least find Lysander. And, if the pup had taken his advice, perhaps they were both alive and well...
[/color] My blood's running cold;
I see pain wherever I go… [/color]
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Post by Amanda on Jan 10, 2010 17:05:47 GMT -5
Larka sighed heavily as she weighed her choices-nowing that lorkan would want to go, but if she let him, she would be putting her son in danger...he seemed to enjoy Clouds company though and she couldn't go on the journey herself... Larka's stomach churned with the thought of Faris being dead-even if she felt drawn to Atka, Faris was still the father of her children, he would always have a place in her heart. All who wish to go search for Faris and Lysander may go-but Rhys- you take care of my son.Her orbs were liquid gold as she gazed at each wolf in turn, willing them her strength and praying to the stars for the safe return. She held each wolf's gaze as if it were the time she would see them. A soft whine escaped her muzzle, at a loss for words. Lorkan pressed his shoulder into Cloud for reassurance, so glad that she was there for him in a way that his mother could never be. He loved his mother so dearly that it pained him to be around her when she suffered-and he knew he was being a bad son because he was leaving her again-just as everyone had-but he felt his reason was just-he had to find his father and brother.
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