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Post by Amanda on Jan 29, 2010 21:34:39 GMT -5
Larka had traveled to a large clearing that she knew would fit all of her clan mates comfortably. Her golden orbs roamed the trees, wondering how far the rest of her family was. tilting her crania towards the heavans she let a long powerful howl erupt from her muzzle that could be heard to nearly the farthest reaches of her territory. come my family. We have wandered in splintered shards long enough. It is time to reunite as a whole, to celebrate the coming of spring in all its glory.She wondered at how many would show their loyalty to her and arrive at the designated clearing. She wondered also, at how many she had lost.
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Post by Kaziph on Jan 30, 2010 12:24:44 GMT -5
S A R V A R N I
The large wolf made his way through the forest after his new leader, keeping his paws in her tracks as they wound through trees. There were scents all around him, and voices that whispered on the edge of hearing. He pricked his ears, listening, but found he could not make out any of the words they said. What is this place that the trees speak? he wondered, eyes wide. Is this enchantment, or a history so deep I cannot begin to fathom? He stopped trying to understand the sounds after a while, but he kept running, feeling the voices soothing him.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that he had come first to the clearing, just as Larka was sounding her call. He didn't add his own to the mix, since he was new, but instead he began to look around. He wondered if anything specific designated this clearing, or if it had just been by chance that Larka chose it. Once he had examined it to his liking, he found a place to sit not far the white alphess. His eyes, after first searching for Zena, found their way back to Larka.
He began studying her anew, trying to find some sense in how Zena had explained the relationship between her and his father. What he had seen so far was kindness, almost something of an uncertainty about her. She was still young, in her prime surely, and still there lingered a sense of inability. He wondered when she had taken the leadership of the clan. She seemed to not fully understand the authority that she radiated. Atka, he had noticed, didn't come off as a power snarling wolf, either, but rather he seemed relaxed and laid back. Interesting. Things would become clearer to him as he stayed with the clan, he guessed. He had already decided to remain... Zena was a direction connection to Carrick, and perhaps if he stayed long enough he'd find the old brute... |
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Post by Amanda on Jan 30, 2010 13:05:12 GMT -5
Kira had heard her mother's call and had come running excitedly, hopefully with her Beta in tow. Winding sinuously through the trees she was nearly silent until she came bursting through the treeline into the gathering clearing. Her sparkling blue orbs swept the clearing and saw her mother in the middle...and a new brute. Coming to a halt inches from her mother she nuzzled her excitedly and ignored the brute for the moment.
Mother! Soul has returned! She was right behind me!
Kira inhaled deeply, calming her excited nerves. she turned to the new wolf and addressed him, her crania and plume held at the rank that she had assigned herself-the firstborn of the Alpha of the Ravilin Clan. It was a nuetral posture between regular pack wolves and Beta stance. Her blue orbs studied his large frame, and she nodded in approval.
forgive my excitement, newcomer. A member of our clan who has been missing for quite some time has recently returned. She is our Beta. My name is Kira, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
She moved towards him, all liquid grace and flowing fur the color of pure-fallen snow. Touching his cheek with her delicate muzzle she rubbed a line down to his side, further marking him as a clan wolf.
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Post by Kaziph on Jan 30, 2010 14:46:35 GMT -5
S A R V A R N I
The large wolf pricked his ears only moments before another femme came into sight, bursting through the trees. He couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm as she greeted the alpha, and a connection was made between the two. She was Larka's daughter and apparently very proud of it, judging by her stance. Varni didn't care about ranks or glory or pride so much, so it didn't bother him in the least. Rather, it intrigued him, for she seemed to have as much natural authority as Larka even though she wasn't the leader.
She was full of energy, and as words tumbled from her mouth a bemused expression appeared on his broad muzzle. My, my, but she's talkative. He issued a soft rumble, a gentle laugh. Think nothing of it; I can understand the joy of reunion. At least he thought he could... he'd find out when he caught up to the elusive Carrick.
He sat still while the pretty white wolf ran her muzzle across him, further changing his lonesome scent to one with more variety, one that spoke of unity with others. That was how a wolf's scent was supposed to be, after all. Few were ever happy with being truly alone. The pleasure is mine, really. It has been some time since I was around others in any magnitude. Still, he wondered where Zena had gotten to. He had enjoyed running alongside her in the forest as much as she apparently had. He'd seen the spunk in her step, but he didn't attribute it to himself. He knew it was the connection, hidden for now, that made them both giddy in each others presence. He just hoped the other wolves didn't notice it, or if they did, assigned the emotion to something else entirely. |
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Post by Tay on Jan 30, 2010 20:30:46 GMT -5
 Zena entered the clearing a little bit after Varni, she too had heard the voices. She'd never thought that it was the past of the forest whispering through the boughs, she'd always assumed it was the trees themselves. She'd learned to listen to for whisperings during her forest time, and she found great comfort in them. It was one of the reasons she'd become so fond of the Ravilin. The whisperings had made her steps slow at the last moments, and she'd felt her ears flicking this way and that to catch the private whispers, just out of reach of being distinguishable. A smile had formed on her maw, for the sounds seemed louder today, more excited. Perhaps bringing Varni here had stirred the forest. She jumped into the clearing, feeling light. She watched Varni trade scents with Kira and pad over to him. She hadn't given him her scent yet, and she rubbed shoulders with him in a friendly way. SHe looked to Kira, hearing the words of Soul's return. Her banner waved. The pack had a beta again. Is Soul coming, Kira? Where has she been? It's been ages.... Her golden orbs were bright and she spoke to her old friend. Kira was the fem who'd led her to the Ravilin, and at one point they'd run over the forest together with another friend. How have you been? She looked back to Larka, wondering who would arrive next before returning her attention to Kira. |
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Post by Amanda on Jan 30, 2010 21:30:44 GMT -5
Kira's cerulean colored orbs positively glowed as she looked at the small but growing gathering.
This is how the Ravilin should be.
She would not let her feelings cast a shadow over the forest, but she had to tell someone, so she sat next to zena and spoke to her quietly.
I had just started reaching out to Rhys. He was such an elusive wolf, but he started to befriend me. We were running through the trees...he actually seemed..happy...and I have been alone for so long...we ran to the border that is shared with the Atyka and he left me there with no explanation. He crossed the border and didn't even look back...
The pretty female had been hoping against hope for a companion, for someone to share the cold lonely nights with, but the numbers in the forest were so few, especially the number of brutes-that Kira felt all of her hopes die away with Rhys's fading pawprints. She had tried to keep a happy facade upon her muzzle, but the aching loneliness that she had been fighting back for so long had reared its ugly head once more.
dejected, she tilted her auds sideways in the slightest admission of her suffering before the facade fell back into place. She touched Zena's shoulder gently with her own, seeking solace in contact with another. They had once been friends, and she sought to rekindle that emotion.
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Post by Kaziph on Jan 30, 2010 22:56:58 GMT -5
S A R V A R N I
Sarvarni accepted Zena's scent as well, and he touched his muzzle against her shoulder as she passed. He wasn't surprised to feel the potential for rekindled warmth between Kira and Zena, and his ears followed their conversation since he was sitting close to them, anyway.
The brute spoke after Zena's question, offering an answer in the pause between the two fem's. Apparently, Soul is indeed back. His brown eyes watched them, and then he noticed that Kira was edging in closer to Zena.
He wasn't sure why, but he leaned away from them, perhaps to give the illusion of more privacy. It didn't work, though, for he unintentionally heard every word. His ears laid back against his head, though, and he looked away, so that if they chose, they both might pretend he hadn't learned of Rhys and how he'd left Kira's side to run off into the loner lands. Cowardly thing to do, really.
His eyes briefly glanced back to the two light colored she-wolves; one was dusty white, the other was a more silver hue. He wasn't normally a brute that eyed the fems, but the air was still cold. He considered this male, Rhys, and wondered why any wolf in his right mind would leave a pretty female like Kira, so obviously interested, behind. |
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Post by Tay on Jan 31, 2010 16:36:44 GMT -5
Zena was surprised to have Kira open up to her so easily. She was happy, though, that the fem had chosen her. Zena felt her brow knit itself together. Her golden orbs looked over at the fem beside her and the sorrow that floated in her orbs. She didn't know what to say to Kira, for she'd never much tried to talk to Rhys. She knew he was quiet and for the most part unsocial. That had been enough for her. Zena sighed, knowing of the loneliness that Kira spoke of. She'd felt it throbbing in her chest ever since Carrick had left her on the beach. She realized now, that when she was around Carrick, something about the big kind brute managed to chase away that feeling. Kira touched her shoulder, and Zena leaned over, letting her body touch Kira's for a moment. She looked to the fem and nuzzled her cheek. A gesture that said quietly: I am here for you and I understand. She then resumed her original stance. Kira seemed to not want the rest of the clan to know of her sorrow and Zena would not make a scene. She glanced at Varni and noticed his eyes on Kira, and the irritation that brewed behind them, presumably for Rhys cowardice. She smirked, seeing the obvious before either of the two beside her would. She kept her maw closed, though. She had a feeling Kira's lonely nights would have another chance at being put to an end. All would show itself in due time, however. |
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Post by Amanda on Jan 31, 2010 20:05:54 GMT -5
Kira smiled appreciatively at Zena, her blue orbs warm with renewed friendship.
Thank you...for everything my friend.
She was beginning to wonder where Soul had gotten off to, and where the others were. the only one that she knew would not show was Carrick. The thought made her sigh, shaking her crania gently in remorse over the whole situation. Almost bored, she decided to strike up a conversation with the new male.
Sarvarni...Where are you from? What brought you here, to the forest, instead of the mountain clan?
A small smile peeked at the corners of her muzzle. She was genuinely curious, but more than that she just wanted someone to talk, to ease the suffocating pressure that she felt as she sat in the clearing, awaiting the appearance of the other clan members.
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Post by Kaziph on Feb 1, 2010 14:08:14 GMT -5
She noticed at once that a new wolf was among them, and she gave him a friendly growl as she padded closer to Larka's side. She saw, too, that Zena was back again and talking to Kira. Larka's scent carried Atka's mixed with her own, and the fem knew that there would be cubs in the coming weeks. This news made her paws seem lighter and a spring came into her step as she finished walking toward Larka. Hello, Larka dear. Blue eyes briefly met gold before dropping, showing her obedience. It is good to see you. Cloud had noticed, with her sharp but happy eyes, that their leader didn't really seem to have any... friends. She had followers, yes, but companions? Now of course Atka was her mate, but a she-wolf needed more than a brute for company. |
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Post by Kaziph on Feb 1, 2010 14:31:35 GMT -5
S A R V A R N I
The big brute had intentionally been trying to ignore the females' conversation, but he was surprised when Kira called to him. He turned his broad head toward her, the large almost comical auds on his head pricked in her direction. He didn't answer at first but glanced instead at Zena. When he began to speak, his attention came back to Kira. I came south to get here, so I suppose I'm from north. He smiled, and warmth came into the depths of his dark brown eyes.
As for the second query, I honestly didn't get as far as the mountain clan. This was the first claimed land I came across. And then I met Zena, and your mother came. After that, I didn't need to go any further to know that I'd found... something. |
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Post by Amanda on Feb 1, 2010 17:52:31 GMT -5
Hail, my friend. How has life been treating you?
A genuine smile made her face light up, and her intelligent golden orbs glowed with warmth.
Lorkan came racing into the clearing shortly after Cloud, his pride mockingly hurt.
I let you win this time, you know!
His mouth hung open in a wide grin as he nudged her shoulder playfully before turning his attention to his mother. He nuzzled her affectionately, a soft whine escaping his throat as he licked the underside of her chin. waving his plume he moved to his half sister Kira and nuzzled her roughly, recombining their scents. He also moved to Zena, whom he hadn't been particularly close to, but none of that mattered to him. A clan wolf was family, no matter what.
Finally noticing the new male he grinned playfully
You joined the right clan...its mostly females! I'm Lorkan, and you are...?
He twisted to the side suddenly, narrowly missing a sharp nip from Kira, but there was only a spark of warmth in her orbs.
Kira sneered at her younger brother playfully before adressing Sarvarni's words.
The north? That always was my favorite direction...A bit too....barbaric up there for my tastes, at least from what ive heard. as far as a home...we may not be the most normal, or the most perfect pack, but those of us who stick around love the forest...some of even get along with one another!
Her warm laughter rang throughout the clearing, her pretty cerulean orbs seemed to keep moving towards the powerful new male. She kept telling herself that it was just the remainder of the winter months, that she didn't even know him.
The mind can deny all it wants, but the heart will eventually prevail.
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Post by Kaziph on Feb 1, 2010 18:32:38 GMT -5
S A R V A R N I
Sarvarni grinned at the young male that had come bumbling into the group with an air of playfulness surrounding him. Every clan needed the clown, and he wondered if this brute filled in that role or if he was still just growing into his adult attitude. His jowls opened, showing teeth in a wide grin as he responded. Greetings then, brother. I am Sarvarni. His tassel thumped the ground to further add to his obvious liking of the group.
He glanced at Zena again, pondering their discussion at the border. It was a brief moment for him, though, for Kira spoke again and took his attention away from thoughts of his father and the surrounding controversies. The north is barbaric, and I doubt you'd enjoy it... but as far as being a normal pack, there is no such thing. His tone held the power of authority behind it. Every clan is individual because of the individuals within it. There is no norm for pack life, just as no two wolves are the same. His brown eyes begged for the truth in his words, but it was a mere shadow of indecision swimming in the edge of his reality. He knew he was different, but he also knew he was very similar to his patriarch. |
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Post by Saosin on Feb 1, 2010 23:04:56 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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Why was it that he always seemed to be following up the back, trickling in last, as if he couldn’t keep up? It was true of course, that Surulian likely had seen the passing of a few more years than many of the surrounding wolves, but certainly he would not yet be considered elderly. And yet at times… he felt old, as if he had lived through a thousand lifetimes and they were ever so slowly catching up with him. Of course there was nothing in the slightest wrong with him physically, for his body was in the prime of its life, healthy and strong, built to endure and thrive. It showed such things in the luminosity of his coat’s onyx fibers which nearly cast an indigo gleam while caressed by sultry moonlight. It was his mind that faltered under the pressures of its own turmoil, and it was this stress, this perpetual aching that he direly needed to cast away in order to function let alone prevail in life.
He reminded himself as he moved along the woodland pathways, trailing behind the footfalls of his two friends… yes friends… that he in fact was not alone no matter how much he continued to depress himself into thinking he was. And that truth them, he found strength and warmth, a reason to smile and a reason to live. They were there for each other, and so would the rest of the pack be if only Surulian would allow anyone within reach of his true self. Silently he regarded these conclusions, for it was only he that could truly change the tides of his life. His complexion seemed to brighten simultaneously as he emerged from the forest’s grasp and into the clearing, having concluded his inner reflections. Lightly he nipped at his comrades with a sparkle of amusement in his dark swirling eyes. A soft woof of greetings is given to the surrounding wolves, brushing against them happily, genuinely pleased by being reunited with the whole of the pack. A light dip of his head is given towards an unknown face whose scent was that of distant lands and familiar ones all at once. He padded through them all and approached his alpha silently, maintaining a correct posture as he reached up to lick the underside of Larka’s chin in a show of loyalty.
“Greetings my leader, it is good to see you well.”
[/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 Feb 2, 2010 11:35:06 GMT -5
A T K A [/color] 
Quietly the robust and yet ghostly enigma had lingered as he walked through the trees, inhaling the scents of this land, his home, the home of his future children. Larka had moved on through the labyrinth of timber, escorting her entourage of followers, and it was only moments before her heard her reverberating beckon hovering high above the canopy. He too wondered how many would heed the call, how many would show their loyalty… and how many would welcome the changes that had occurred. Could they all, together, mend the rips and tears in this fragile system in order to be whole again? He knew Larka wished it above all else, as did he. He hoped that they could accomplish this feat, for they all would truly benefit from it.
Hurriedly he quickened his steps, appearing through the same opening in the forestry that led into the clearing that Larka had. His posture was obvious as he stepped up alongside his mate. It foretold of strength and leadership, it lacked in any and all weakness, for weakness would not help a pack to flourish and feel secure, and above everything that is what a pack should be able to derive from its leaders. And though his stance spoke of strength, his eyes were kind as he looked upon them, for no matter what position he held in any pack, he refused to be seen as anything but level headed and pleasant. He offered them his friendship and comradery, he offered them a piece of himself, and hoped that in time they would come to know him truly and be able to lean on him if ever they needed it.
Leaning into his beloved mate, several soft grunts of love are issued, his muzzle finding purchase within her nape. She smelled of motherhood and the luscious arrays of the forest around them. His heart sang for her, and he hoped upon hope that she knew the depths of his affections and always would.
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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