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Introduction

Balan's past is veiled in half remembered horrors.Family dying between hostile jaws and thousands of black wings decending from above....
He is sure the wolf that decimated his family was one of those rare and terrifying wolves known as Seers. The very idea of any wolf who can adress these other creatures...sends chills up his spine.
Those in his pack passing his den might sometimes hear him whimper in his sleep at some half rememberd nightmare. Some memory of a wolf so powerful that it could call down the creatures of the wood and sink a new kind of teeth into the young wolfs mind.

His Mothers name was Kaname, a beautiful wolf the color of the shores of the great water...blue that rushed into a tan shore of her legs. Much like Balan's own...she was fierce and proud...caving to no weak temperment out judgement...standing for what she KNEW to be right. Her eyes an incredible frosted gold like Balan's right eye...almost pale enough to be a pool of sunlight.

His Father Myrlin was of a cooler temper...A glorious wolf of blacks and whites..A dark bar down his back that was brushed with greys...his own eyes a shade of light but intence blue... He was a calm and strong defender...

Ties that Bind...


Hige: He is like a brother to me...though I admit we are driven by different things. OF all the people I know..Im glad that he dosen't have the nightmares I do sometimes. Dreams of past bloodshed and fear of seeing my current family driven to war. I pray it never comes true...they are much to dear to me.

Feanaro: Truely this wolf strikes me as dangerous...his temper seems to rest just under the usurface of a thin sheet of self imposed sorrow. He speaks to birds as though they were his dearest friends and that alone is enough to raise my hackles. He swears the birds do not understand them...or he them...I hope for all sakes he is not lying...and that he means no harm to me and mine...

Shelah: This..this pup touched me at the heart in a way I'd almost forgotten was possibly...I don't want to leave him or his human 'sister' to the mercy of the woods, yet I am torn that Feanaro inisists that they be taken back to his lands. Surely there must me somthing in his words that cuases me such alarm but I don't understand why.
There must be a solution that will bring ease to my heart.

Windsong: Strange strange two legs that plays at 4...Shelah's 'nimble pawed' sister. She is so different from everything ive seen and heard of this barbaric 2 leggs. Poor thing...they have almost no fur of their own. Just these silly little tufts atop their heads. She seems to have taken the males Paw covers though.

Hinto: this male human...hes blind...the last creature I knew that was blind died in her cave of a very old age...she was a healer in my pack...i remember playing at her paws...she always had a short temper with us though...He clutches at my fur and rides my back when he does not use a stick as an wooden whisker. I fear we must deliver him at least to the hands of the 2 legs...blind creatures do not live long in the woods.