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 Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 11:33 am
 Freyja Ivorypoint
Settled upon his small cliff that reigned over the packlands. It wasn't extremely big. One jump from the non-mountain wolves could clear it. But it was their meeting rock. And was ever since the dawning of the white brother Zsang-Shi. His beaded necklace clacked evenly as he haunched within a sitting position. His large disposition kept a shadow over the pack.
Breathing in deeply in doing so his eyes shifted feeling an amount of wolves around him. Though a wolf of the packlands, deep down his lone anchestorial lines kicked him for being a pack wolf. But that would never stop Niflheim from doing the thing he was destined for; leading.
He watched Freya wonder below his rock and settle there. Her small size was growing evenly. A gorgeous purple wolfess; with the feather of her anchestors upon her side. Soon enough the young wolfess would go out to find an eagle feather of her own.
At his side Ivory was buckled-kneed and snoozing. She always snoozed out in the open when it wasn't raining or snowing outside. He chuckled softly as he watched her sleep. Oh what a doe, always thinking she was a wolf.
Below Niflheim Freyja contemplated the bird she would go out to hunt. She bore the Eagle Feather, and she was thinking more so of the red tailed hawk. As there was a good boom of the birds in the world around them.
She was quiet, like she was always. A quiet and hard wolfess. She was the lady that beat up many of the male wolves with words.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 12:31 am
 Kamea yawned as she moved slowly among the rocks that led to where her Alpha was, she spotted Freyia and decided to re-rout herself in the other femme's direction. She noticed the far-away look on the wolfess's face and understood why, letting a wolfish smile cross her face before taking a seating position. "What Bird will you choose?" she asked, she wasn't psychic or anything, but it was pretty obvious why the femme would be gazing at the birds, so close to her time to hunt one. She too let her golden gaze drift up to the sky, she wasn't sure she'd ever be allowed to join the Valkyrie, but she couldn't help but let herself day dream.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:30 pm
 Alias stayed at a distance from her alpha, regarding him silently. She was still new to the pack, and although she trusted him and was steadfast in her loyalty, it would have been a lie if she said she knew him well. His strengths and his weaknesses, his habits and his quirks, the subtle signs that told of his suppressed anger or his hidden approval... this she knew none of, and if she was to stay in the pack for as long as she intended (which would be the rest of her life, she hoped), she would be better off learning of them as soon as she could.
But, of course, while the alpha was important, it was not the only thing she focused on. Soon, her eyes drifted, lowering to gaze at the deer close beside Niflheim and then to the purple adolescent, who looked on the verge of adulthood. She appeared thoughtful, and a silent strength seemed to emit from her form but she was, in Alias' eyes, still too young for her to make any concrete judgment. Still, she thought, it was good that the pack had growing members within its borders, even if they were few in number, and she continued her observation around the pack.
Next was Kamea Shi, a wolf she recognized and remembered from an encounter before. She was a kind female, but not one Alias had felt close enough to approach, even now. She knew that because she was part of the pack, she would have to grow to know each one, to trust them, to consider them family in all but blood. But this was something that would happen eventually, not now. And so she stayed where she was, silent, watchful, and apart.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 11:40 am
Freyja Ivorypoint Niflheim's eyes lifted to meet Alias'. The pelt on her back always amused Niflheim. A curiousity deep within towards the fae's showing of the dead. It was intriguing but he knew it wasn't new to the packlands. His grandfather used to wear a pelt as well. A coyote whom had given her life to Niflheim's grandfather. She had shown many signs of an Einherjar member. His body kept quiet however as he sat upon his seat. Eyes flexxing to the white descendant as he saw her move to Freyja. Smiling to the conversation that was to be at hand.
Freyja piped up a little as she saw Kamea move towards her. Her eyes shimmered a little and smiled towards Kamea. Freyja had much of a love towards the white sisters that came back. Their adventures amused her deeply.
She was to set out that day now to gain her feathers. Just in brink of her young adult years now it seemed.
"I am thinking the Red Tailed Hawk." She nodded to Kamea and tilted her head a little to show her interest in the bird. "I feel connected to this one that did not run from me when I saw it. I think I may go after one later this evening. I am close to my birthing day and I feel that it is right to show my feathers."
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