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 Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 5:04 pm
 The signs were clear, she had been gone for too long. The wind rustling in the fall leaves, the babble of the stream, the rocks beneath her paws all spoke of her need to go home - or at least that's what she believed was happening. And yet, there was something that still needed to be attended to before she could make the journey home. Exactly what that was Yakut wasn't clear on, the pine cone she currently carried in her maw was oddly silent. Whether it was refusing to tell her it's secrets or not was unknown. Padding silently through the forest the brown wolfess kept her eyes on the ground in front of her paws.
Earlier she had wandered away from a stream not far from here because she had thought that she had heard something in the forest - something of important. Now however, the forest was quiet, too quiet which never boded well. It was another sign, one that Yakut was yet to interpret. Sighing she turned back towards the stream, pine cone still in mouth.
Looking at the stick, stones, pine needles and other various litter on the ground Yakut did not like the looks of it. There was something going on back at the pack, something that obviously needed her attention. But there was still this need to stay here, in this part of the forest, just for a bit longer.
Bringing her paws to a stop at the edge of the river Yakut place the pine cone in an overturned turtles shell, in which lay several stones, small twigs, and other interesting things she had picked up in the forest. "Well my pretty things, what is it that you wish me to know?" She asked the items as if they would indeed talk back to her. "What is the urgency of it all?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 5:23 pm
 Necro wasn't sure why he was wandering in this direction, but that wasn't anything new - he often didn't know why he was going somewhere until he actually got there, such was the way of life when you spent it following around instincts and ghosts.
Speaking of ghosts...his mother was oddly silent today. Oh she was still around - now and again he caught a glimpse of her wispy form as it flickered between the tree's ahead, but she wasn't nattering at him the way she usually did. This made the grey wolf extremely suspicious...it either meant he was going the way she wanted him to go, or something odd was up ahead that she in death could sense. He rather hoped it was the latter..he'd rather deal with an oddity then give her the satisfaction of going where she wanted him to go.
Regardless he wasn't about to change directions..something drew him onwards and like a puppet on a string Necro was bound to follow that unexplainable pull, silver eyes flashing as they caught the sun filtering through the leaves, his dappled hide blending with the patterns cast upon the forest floor until he looked - if one only took a quick glance - rather like a ghost himself as he slipped through the tree's and shadows, bones rattling in an entirely eerie way.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 6:38 pm
The wind suddenly picked up and blew the few autumn colored leaves out of the turtle shell. Interesting, very interesting. Not only that, but there was a rattling off in the distance that was steadily growing louder - bones, of that she was certain. "Sudden wind, rattling bones, never good, never good." She mumbled towards the turtle shell taking a good long look at what remained inside of it. "Is that what you wish to tell me my pretties?" Yakut leaned forward, bringing her ear closer to the turtle shell to hear the whispers of nature.
"Hmm." Giving her head a shake the beads on her headdress rattled slightly, though they were mostly drowned out by the ever encroaching bones. "Death walks among us today. We shall see what it wants." Turning Yakut looked towards the forest, in the direction of the sound. "Sit tight my pretties, I will not venture far."
Bones, bones, bones - walking bones. And then an almost ghostly figure could be seen slinking through the trees. Ah there it was. Tipping her head to the side, the horned headdress covered wolf watched as the grey creature slipped about the forest. "Not quite dead, and yet..." She trailed that sentence off and started to walk towards this creature. she now knew without a doubt in her mind that this was the reason the leaves and twigs wanted her to stay instead of returning home quickly, though there was still an air of urgency regarding that matter. Soon, she told herself, soon she would return to where she truly belonged.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 9:42 am
Something Creepy this way comes! Cackled the irritating voice of his mother causing Necro to glare in her direction for a few moments, couldn't she just stay quiet? Of course his angry glare was completely lost on her as she gave him a ghostly grin. His mother he was quite certain followed him around less because she loved him - like she claimed - and more to irritate him. Company Neccy, company! She further rattled at him and with the hated nickname no less, a faint snarl appeared on his lips before he registered what her words actually meant.
Someone was coming. Ripping his gaze from his ghostly dam...and realizing that to most wolves it probably looked like he had been snarling at a tree he searched for the interloper. Perhaps the other was still to far away to have seen.
But no..here she came..a brown creature with something odd on her head. Something dead. Necro liked dead things, coveted them all - except his mother of course - and tipped his head slightly in inspection, all thoughts of what she may or may not have seen pushed aside for the moment. It wouldn't be anything new if she thought he was crazy...and he was more interested in the horns on her head at the moment. "Death hangs on your head" He told her as she drew close enough. That is not a proper greeting... chided his mother and Necro's silver gaze flickered towards her for a brief moment, it wasn't..but did he care? Did a wolf wearing a pelt on her head care? Recalling that he wasn't alone and being seen staring at something others thought wasn't there tended to go badly he pulled his gaze back to the female.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 10:05 am
Creeping closer Yakut could now clearly see the grey beast that had caught her attention. But he seemed to be a bit distracted, looking off at the trees now and then, giving them an angry look. It all brought a slight smile to her maw even if the creature was just another male. Though there was something different, intriguing about this male. He too walked with death as a decoration. Bringing her paws to a stop Yakut smirked at his odd greeting. "Death and life, life and death, all intertwined, one cannot exist without the other." Her eyes moved to the string of bones around his neck for a moment and then looked back at his face. "You are adorned with death as well."
Leaves fluttered at her feet in a gentle breeze and the horned wolf lowered her head to look at them and listen. "Ah yes my pretties, I agree." The leaves spoke of the death that surrounded the grey male and Yakut could not help but notice it too, not just his necklace, but on his leg and even his fur looked of death at a distance. Raising her head back up she looked at the stranger once more. "Death, it is close to you, more so than any other wolf. You invite it to your side, except..." She tipped her head while looking at him and then off towards the trees that only a few moments ago he had cast an angry glare it. Yakut felt it wasn't the trees he was angry with but something else, something related to death that she herself could not see at this time.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 10:56 am
With every word that this female spoke Necro grew more and more intrigued, and was it just him or did she actually seem..amused by his oddities? Or at least she hadn't called him out and asked what he was looking at. Necro always hated trying to come up with a suitable response to those questions, his excuses often sounded lame even to his own ears.
"Death is close to everyone" He responded, ear's twitching slightly as his ghostly mother flitted about, no doubt she was about to stick her snout into the conversation - and rattle on with her own thoughts on the matter. "It is the great equalizer for it comes to us all in time, the trees,the deer...wolves..even this world I believe will someday meet it's end" He continued on. Your being melodramatic Neccy!..came the harping tone - right on que - and Necro scowled..realistic was more like it but it was impossible to reason with ghosts and he returned his focus to the brown wolf. "Why should one not invite in something which they can not outrun?" Some wolves Necro knew feared death..but that was silly. There was no point in being afraid of something you couldn't change and in any case it clearly wasn't the end of all - as his mother proved with her continued and highly annoying presence.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 11:34 am
She found it interesting that he believed one day this world would end. It was possible, anything was possible. "Equalizer it may be, but many see it as an end and nothing more. Ends lead to beginnings and beginnings lead to ends." She gave her head a slight shake the beads that hug down from her headdress rattled lightly. "Not all accept death because fear takes hold. Fear of the end, fear of the unknown. Fear and death walk together, you cannot have one without the other, even those that do not fear death will fear other things."
It felt odd talking so openly to a male, but this was a subject near and dear to the horned wolf, so for the time being she was willing to overlook his lesser gender. Plus the spirits and nature had set up this meeting for some reason and she would find out why...eventually. It could have been that she was meant to talk to this male, or something to do with his bones, possibly it had something to do with whatever he kept looking at.
The wind shifted once more, and Yakut lifted her head, closing her eyes. Yes, there was something else with them, something beyond the trees and ground and creatures running about, it did not frighten her but intrigued her. When the wind died down she lowered her head towards a collection of stones and twigs near her paws. Reaching out with one of her front paws she rolled one stone over, turned a twig so that it was facing north-south and batted a pesky leaf away. Then she lifted her head and looked at the male again, she did not yet know his name. "What are you called strange one?" She did not mean that to be an insult, more of a compliment, he was strange much like she was. "What draws you to this place? This place that I too have been pulled to."
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 11:56 am
Necro scoffed somewhat at the thought that death was merely that..death, even if he did not know otherwise thanks to his ghostly mother he would have known that this supposed end was something more. One's death merely fed the life of other. Like the brown wolf stated it was all entwined in a tangled web. Necro doubted that even the brightest of minds would be able to fully unravel the knots such a web held. "Ends are merely transitions, there is no true end..merely a change that most in their limited sight perceive as an end. Of course perception in itself is the existence of something and so if they believe there is an end then to some degree I expect there is in their world" It wasn't often that Necromancer met another willing t speak of such things - or well speak to him at all really, generally it wasn't long before they found something off with the the grey wolf. A twisted touch of different that they couldn't quite ignore.
"They call me The Necromancer" He told the female when she asked him, it was as close to a name as he could claim and while he was aware of the names meaning he was never sure if those he met would be. Often times they thought it just a name and never looked below for it's true meaning. "I expect it was you which drew me here, Old death tends to catch my attention and that which you wear is quite old"
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 12:52 pm
"The world is full of unknowns that we are perhaps to never fully understand." What happened after death was still a mystery to those that remained in the land of the living. "Even the wind will not tell me all of it's secrets." Her eyes glanced up towards the boughs of the trees, where the leaves gently bobbed in the breeze. It was one of only a few ways one could actually see the wind, even though it was always there, just another invisible force in this world.
"The Necromancer." She repeated his name...or was it a title, with a bit of intrigue in her voice. There was a definite meaning behind it, likely tied to his appearance, his bones and his draw to death. "I am Yakut, Shamaness of Antianeira." Speaking of her pack did bring back that reminder of the urgency of returning home, but a few minutes wouldn't make a difference, the twigs at her feet assured her of that. "My death..." She glanced up at her pelt headdress and then back to him. "Is as old as it is important. Symbols of my rank, acceptance of what will eventually come, and a lure to those like yourself who walk with death." Eyes ticked to his bone necklace for a moment. "Your bones, are they the same?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 1:11 pm
"If we knew what all the wind said then there would be less joy in listening I think" Necromancer responded with a glance into the tree's himself, what point would there be to living if you knew everything there was to know? It would be rather dull he thought. His mother however seemed to think differently and h watched as she rolled her ghostly eyes and shook her head ..I don't know why I bother with you sometimes Neccy dear...
And there it was again...that oh o hated nickname which always sent his blood to simmering, even when it shouldn't "I wish you wouldn't" He snapped at her while she cackled and flitted away, her laughter reminding him of his company and the fact that she had merely goaded him into reacting in such a way and likely seeming crazy to the other wolf, talking to nothingness as he would seem to be. He jerked his head back and plunged on, rather hoping that - unlikely as it was - the brown wolf - Yakut - she called herself hadn't noticed his oddity.
"I do not know the full meaning, I know that it has one but I stole it from Two-leggers who thought it merely a pretty decoration. It is more then that..but it has yet to tell me all that it is" He admitted
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 5:58 pm
"Secrets are not meant to be shared with those around us. It is what makes life the way it is, with no mysteries in the world there is no reason to live, then all would be consumed by death. Then perhaps the world would die itself as you said earlier." It all made sense in that odd sort of way, or at least Yakut believed that of all the wolves she had ever met he would understand what she meant. Even the wolves in her pack sometimes had a hard time understanding what she talked about, especially when involved in deep seeded rituals that involved some odd speech and components.
When he snapped at seeming nothing Yakut did not do anything other than simply blink. She had been through some pretty strange encounters in her life, especially during her training as a Shamaness and on occasion afterwards, so the wolf talking to nothing was not so out of the ordinary.
Mention of two-leggers caused her to step forward a bit, only to take a better look at his bones. "Two-leggerers...I have not encountered them much." It was such an interesting piece and had it been any other male Yakut probably would have taken it from him by force, but under the circumstances that they met she knew he needed to retained the prized possession, if only so that he could one day discover it's secrets.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:46 am
"Such is the fate of all things when there is nothing left for them to say " He agreed. Necro was unsure if the brown female had failed to notice his outburst or if she simply did not find it odd - given that she'd spoken with the leaves earlier Necro was willing to entertain the latter - something he had never done before - mot wolves ran him off as 'mad' when they finally took notice of such things. But Yakut..seemed, different. He supposed that was why she was a Shamaness...whatever that was.
"They are dull creatures really" He told her - beyond their affinity for creating fire Necro had seen very little from them he would admire. Except his bones of course but even those they had not recognized for their true value. "They live in the world but not with it" Two-leggers were not worth discussing much further a far as he was concerned and so he turned his attention to a previous thread of conversation. "What is it to be Shamaness of this Antianeira?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 10:42 am
Yakut gave her head a deep agreeing nod. Who would have ever thought she could find a meaningful conversation in the presence of a male. The spirits worked in odd ways at times. "Dull creatures that make some interesting things." She pointed her muzzle towards his bones. "My horns were also stolen from a two-legger camp, though not by my own paws." It had been a crafter from the pack who had acquired it along with other items to decorate the high ranking sisters.
She paused to consider his question, never before had she explained to anyone what being a Shamaness was like, for she had always been with her pack and they just knew. "Very important. I heal my sisters, guide their paws, see their spirits to the next world...and I listen to..." She glanced about them at the tree, bushes, rocks and birds. "..things. They speak to me, tell me of things, things that can affect the pack...like they told me about you, but with more detail." For when the leaves and twigs had spoke to her of the being in the forest they did not mention much other than it was a meeting that could not be avoided. "Long have I been gone, my journey is near completely, soon I will return." But as the things around her had told her, she could not return until she had this meeting, though it was still unclear of the exact reasoning behind it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 10:55 am
Necromancer was a smart wolf - at least he had always thought so - different perhaps but not stupid, though others would likely disagree. And yet he found himself struggling with some of the concepts Yakut was presenting him - not so much the spirits for those he understood and understood well, but the pack concepts. His experiences in a pack were far different from his it would seem.
"The pack of my birth did not accept such things, I am the son of an unfortunate decision, traded off, used in war and then expelled for my taint" He told her - for surely she understood that he was touched by the netherworld by now. While the spirits led her home..they seemed only to lead him from one disaster to another. Not that he was complaining...from his experiences being alone was far preferable to life with others.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 11:10 am
"Not everything is to be understood, but there are reasons behind it, always reasons, though they may not ways be clear. Nothing comes from chance and yet everything does. Your 'taint' burns a path that you must follow...follow to the end until all is revealed." Yakut paused and glanced in the direction that he had previously yelled at nothing, but she knew something was there, something of the ethereal nature. "Your guide is of the spirit world, yes?" She questioned him but didn't bother to let him answer before she continued on and returned her eyes to the bone clad beast. "Fight at times you may with your spirit but know that it will guide you on the right path."
Both the living and the dead could guide, but it was rare to have a spirit guide, even Yakut only spoke to the living and on the most rarest occasions with the dead. And never did the spirits she spoke to stay for long, but Necro clearly had a permanent guide. Glancing up at the sky Yakut noted that it was starting to get late in the day, yet she wished to speak more to Necro as there was something yet to be revealed but the trees whispered to her that it would not happen now, perhaps tomorrow. "Night descends upon the land, even the spirits need to rest. But we have more to discuss...return here tomorrow to speak again?" She asked of him, perhaps he too would feel the pull of this place still and agree. If not, she would likely follow him about until the mystery was revealed.
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