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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 1:55 am
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Vorona was regaining her strength, slowly. It was a painful process, but she no longer looked as if she was a ghost. Well, less so. She feared that she may never recover her luscious coat nor her sparkling eyes, though Kaneika assured her that she would - in time. For now, she was starting to bulk out again, her ribs no longer showed through her fur and, while she limped, she was able to move faster than a slow crawl.
She needed to strengthen her weakened muscles though, which what prompted her walk at the same time each day. She would rise to her paws, wincing in pain but determined, and she would walk to the edge of the pack's lands, and stare out. Aleu would never be far though, in case a rogue attacked the weakened female, though thankfully Vorona had never had to call for her.
She knew that if she was attacked, she would not survive it. Each day, each trip to the pack's borders, was a risk to her life but it was a necessary one.
She would not live in fear.
She stared at at the rogue lands, knowing it would be some time still, before she was able to move beyond the pack's borders, and finding herself reluctant to do so, even when she was healthier. The mountain, while abandoned now, was a safety she wasn't ready to give up.
Avid_RPer18 Sorry this took so long to start! C: |
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 7:45 pm
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 The catastrophe that had struck had left Fivin thrown for a loop, everything he had known ripped away from him. He had wandered, lost and dazed, but never straying too, too far. It didn't feel right to do that. Finally after brief time, the wandering Knight felt the need to return. He would return to the mountain, to bury the fallen, if there were any left, mourn for that which was lost, and reminisce of the time spent and the life lived there. Fivin was alone and heavyhearted. He had been unable to protect anyone. His family, his friends, any of his pack mates, the Queen! Huh, some Knight. As far as he knew, he was the only one to make it out alive. Where he had come to, he was alone and he hadn't seen anyone since.
Fivin made his way towards the base of the mountain, his head bowed, but occasionally lifting his gaze to look towards the heights of the mountain. He would persevere. He had to, for those that had been lost. It was the least he could do for them. He heaved a deep breath, once more looking upwards. Something brought him to pause. A scent on the wind? Surely his imagination. He took another deep breath. Dare he say it, the scent was familiar. Was this his memory playing tricks on him, causing him to smell something that wasn't there? Still, he opted to follow his nose.
He tread quietly, half doubting his senses. He kept his head low as he tracked. Yes, yes, the smell was a familiar one. He lifted his head and asked aloud, "M'lady?" For anything, it smelled of his Queen, the Lady Vorona. Surely, he couldn't be so lucky.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 6:05 am
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She was in a daze, almost daydreaming where she stood, thinking of a time when things were better. After all,it had been so long since things felt right. The pack was starting to grow but it was worrying. They were still small, still defenceless really. Aleu could only do so much, should they be attacked.
She was startled out of her own thoughts by the sound of another's voice and she stumbled backwards, out of fear. It was a male's voice. They had no males with them at that point, only the females who had found her. There was no males...perhaps it was a male, out to do them harm, but the words sunk in slowly. M'lady...that was...why that was a term from a time long since past.
Her eyes wide as she searched the landscape, her mouth dropping open in surprise. "Knight Fivin?" She gasped. She had not known him well, when the pack was in full flourish. She had known his mother though, Dame Kurroa, and had seen him grown as a knight. Then the disaster struck...
She blinked, unable to believe his appearance. "I thought...I thought the worse...after the mountain..." She had been afraid that only she had survived.
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