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 Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:46 pm
Rules 1. No posting without permission
2. Please don't ask me for my wolf
3. Please respect me and everyone else
4. This is a journal, no RP shall be done here; PM me/catch me in the thread if you want RP
5. No fighting, nobody likes it
6. If you have a problem with me, PM me Table of Contents 1. Rules/TOC [you are here]
2. Whisper
3. Kalia
4. Taima
5. Kiah
6. Echo
7. Mozelle
8. Kishia
9. Hallie
10. Darius
11. Eris
12. Eli
13. Amoy
14. Emera
15. Rukan NOTE: I do not have all of my earlier RPs with my wolves. Some are missing. I will try to gather them up but I can't promise anything.
Also: My RPs are NOT in chronological order; I often forget to log them and so when I do I forget which comes first. Just a heads up.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:47 pm
Name: Whisper
Pronounced: wis-per
Nicknames: Whisp; Little One
Stage: adult
Rank: omega
Gender: female
Age: 3 years
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: deep green
Markings: strange black markings around her eye
Eye Color: golden
Family:
Kamali [brother; lone]
Tobias [brother; gamma]
Rasine [sister; beta]
Mate(s):
??-?? years--Kouji [former; alpha]
??-?? years--Fute [former; shaman]
Alpha(s): n/a
Bio: As a pup, she is curious yet shy. Older wolves make her uncomfortable and she has a bit of a problem when it comes to confronting them. Often, she will hide in the bushes where she knows her green coat will blend in. When she knows she can't hide because she has already been found, she will either not talk at all and pretend to be mute or just speak very softly and with as few words as possible. Talking with strangers makes her nervous and she feels it would distract her if the other attacked. So she will usually stay silent, let the others do the talking, and stay alert and ready. But this nervous behavior might just be caused by the fact that she is extremely vulnerable as a pup.
As an adolescent, she is more calm and relaxed. But she still is somewhat uncomfortable when around older wolves she doesn't know. She will also still continue to shorten her talk whenever she thinks it necessary. Also, her habit to hide in bushes where she blends in and other little hiding spots where she knows she will be safe remains with her. She knows she is stronger, but still, her newly aquired right shoulder wound keeps her cautious of others and alert to danger. Another thing she found as a new habit is wandering near rivers and other bodies of water. They calm and comfort her and that is where most will find her nowadays.
As an adult, Whisper has completley mellowed out. No longer will she hide in bushes or shorten her talk.. unless she gets REALLY nervous. With the more friends she has acquired, her confidence has risen and she doesn't feel like she has to be shy and quiet all the time. Though she is an omega, she is more like a random wolf that has no rank now that she has joined a pack.. she still thinks she is an omega, however, and won't try to boss anyone around. (She didn't do that in the first place. o.O)
-------------------- It was a nice day in the den, as usual. Things were going well, the hunters went hunting, Mom and Dad were tending to some alpha business that Whisper had no interest in. Most alpha pups wanted to grow up and be exactly like their parents. But not Whisp, not this little green pup. She believed there was more to life than just staying in one spot and ordering wolves to do the same thing everyday. After all, that's what the wolves' lives were like. Some were high up and ordered the others around. Some were low, being ordered around by the canines higher in the hierarchy. This pup believed there were other things to see besides the orders, orders, and more orders. So she sat there in the den entrance and thought of what to do and where to adventure to on that day. Though little did she know the most scarring experience of her life would take place that one calm day...
She left the den like she did every morning to go where ever she wanted and gave a small stretch of every limb. Once her muscles were relaxed again, she looked off to the side and in the direction of the stream running a ways into her parents' packlands. It was always calm and there was never the risk of drowning, so Whisp decdided it would be a nice place to go for today. She gave a yip to the beta--being as she was the only one with a high rank that was nearby--telling the wolf she was going off to the stream. That little tidbit was just something she felt she had to do. If no one knew where she was, she felt lost and confused. So she made sure to do that every time she wandered away from the main clearing.
On her way now, a small adolescent wolf walked up to her and kept his pace steady with hers. He had to go slower than usual because Whisp was merely a pup, but he didn't much mind. Tathar, as was the male's name, was her best friend in the pack. They were good friends who couldn't be separated. He was a fine young male liked by all the younger femmes in the pack. Yet neither had feelings for each other.
"Where ya off t', Whisp?" he inquired.
"Stream," came the soft reply.
He nodded in understanding, then asked, "Can I come?"
"Course!"
So, side by side, the two wolves made their way towards the water.
Now it was like any other time she went to the stream; she splashed through the cold substance while Tathar lay sprawled out on his side on the bank. He didn't much like the water, so he stayed out of it and just kept Whisper company. She liked him for that as no one ever really tagged along with the green wolf before. They all thought she wasn't adventurous enough and that all she did was sissy stuff, too easy for the more daring of the pack's pups.
But there was trouble afoot. Suddenly loud boom and bangs split the silence, disregarding the splashing of the water as Whisp went about, followed by angry snarls and barks. Something was wrong and both wolves by the stream knew it. Tathar immediately rose to his paws in one quick motion, ears forward and listening for every sound that existed. The pup stopped her playing and ran to the male's side, taking comfort in his size and how easily it would be to protect her for him.
More bangs, more snarls. Whisper didn't like it. She gave out a soft whimper of terror and the male jerked forward. He had completely forgotten the green femme in his haste to protect the pack. They were being attacked and he knew it in his mind; there was no mistake. Scared and alone, she tucked her tail between her legs and followed him as quickly as possible, though his longer legs took him much farther than her short puppy ones. But she soon reached the main clearing for her pack and the sight there left her standing in shock. Everywhere there were humans and wolves alike, fighting one another and each trying to be the winner. Some men beat wolves with their guns once they were unable to load it because of the close proximity of the angry beasts.
Looking around, Whisp spotted her mom, dad, and Tathar, each fighting their own human. Blood was spattered all over their fur and they didn't look like they were in very good condition. But she didn't have enough time to give everyone such a good look-over as one hunter had found her and liked her pelt color, thinking it would sell for a lot of money back home. He made his way quickly to the frightened and shocked pup, having no interferences as everyone else was occupied with the bloodshedding battle. The human who had discovered her knocked her out cold, and the last thing she remembered was one of the wolves looking over, seeing the human, running over and attacking the man, then the man going down.
~Some time after that~
Whisper awoke with a dull pain in the back of her head. Her vision was slightly blurred from being out too long. There was silence all around and she wondered whether a human had taken her, if the fighting was over.. and, if it was, who had won. Once her vision cleared up and she could see things properly, the pup noticed that she was in almost the same spot as when the man had attacked her. The sight of the once calm and peaceful clearing horrified her. All around wolf bodies lay dead and motionless. It seemed every single one of her pack members had died and the humans had accomplished what they wanted to do.
Whimpering to herself, she tried to find someone that was hopefully just sleeping or something. Unlikely, but she wanted someone to be there with her, someone to tell her exactly what was going on. But no one rose when she went to them and each wasn't breathing. They were all dead. Her parents, siblings it seemed, and Tathar. Her life-long friend was gone and wasn't coming back. She let out a loud whine of concern and fear. What was she going to do now? What if the humans came back? Her thoughts were chased away at the sound of men's voices, coming back, possibly, to take the wolves away. Not wanting to get caught by them and turned into a nice little blanket or something, Whisper turned away from the humans and ran for all she was worth.
The little green pup was on her own.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:48 pm
Name: Kalia
Pronounced: cal-eye-uh
Nicknames: Kal
Stage: adult
Rank: alpha
Gender: female
Age: 6 years
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: steel gray with white underbelly, chest, and part of her face
Markings: that of a tiger shark
Eye Color: dull gray
Family:
Youssarian [son; gamma]
Talamar [son; lone]
Ophelia [daugter; beta]
Echo [daughter; omega]
Nelos [granddaughter; pup]
Mate(s):
6-?? years--Catalyst [alpha]
Alpha(s): n/a
Bio: Most of the time, Kalia is a grumbly female who constantly has mood swings. The two males back in her pack that caused her to leave her beloved home are not forgotten quite yet, and so she seems to have a deep disliking for most males at the moment, whether she knows them or not. Though, there are rare times when she will actually talk casually with someone and not be mean or cold like she normally is. There is a part of her that is good, she's not completely heartless. Which is why Kal's uberly nice to pups..
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:49 pm
Name: Taima
Pronounced: tai-ma
Nicknames: Tai
Stage: adult
Rank: gamma
Gender: female
Age: 3 years
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: moss yellow with bits of black
Markings: strange markings around her ankles and eyes
Eye Color: pale green
Family:
Kaede [adopted daughter; pup]
Leith [son; pup]
Nasrin [daughter; pup]
Darius [son; pup]
Rei [daughter; pup]
Mate(s):
3-?? years--Damu [gamma]
Alpha(s): Hige [male]; Loki [female]
Bio: Taima is a puppy at heart, knowing no violence and perhaps not even anger. She loves to play and laugh. She's kind and truly cares about others, feeling that the Golden Rule is something everyone should follow. While she acts young, she also has a very serious side to her and is intelligent when she needs to be. She also has a motherly side, which comes out sometimes when there is a puppy in need. Tai is an innocent creature and doesn't like lying, as she thinks it is completely wrong. She also doesn't understand some things like mating and other such things, being as she basically had to raise herself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:50 pm
Name: Kiah
Pronounced: key-uh
Nicknames: n/a
Stage: adult
Rank: beta
Gender: female
Age: 5 years
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: dark magenta
Markings: tannish-pink on various parts of her body + dark magenta spots
Eye Color: pale gray
Family:
Kraken [daughter; pup]
Amoy [son; pup]
Mate(s):
Xipetotec [kinda]
Alpha(s): Meskeet [female]
Bio: Kiah is an angry wolf, furious at the mutiny that dethroned her parents and chased her away from the pack. She doesn't like the company of other wolves, and is often found grumbling and growling near rivers. She's quick to pick fights, though she can't fight well, and thinks that her life is useless and it wouldn't matter if she simply died and disappeared from the earth.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:51 pm
Name: Echo
Pronounced: echo
Nicknames: n/a
Stage: adult
Rank: omega
Gender: female
Age: 1 and 1/2 years
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: white with a brown 'cape'
Markings: a sort of dotted pattern all along her back in a dark brown
Eye Color: yellow
Family:
Kalia [mother; alpha]
Catalyst [father; alpha]
Talamar [brother; lone]
Ophelia [sister; beta]
Nelos [daughter; pup]
Mate(s):
1 and 1/2-?? years--Logan [gamma]
Alpha(s): Phib [male]
Bio: As a puppy, Echo was a carefree and playful wolf. She and her sister often went out on exploring adventures, despite their parents telling them to stay at the den. Together, she and her twin sister Ophelia made an excellent team and could easily outsmart their parents. Life was good for them, and they enjoyed prancing around and dreaming about flying.
As an adolescent, Echo began to grow troubled. Her parents became even more protective over their daughters and restricted them to the den. Not liking it, of course, Ophelia and Echo sort of rebelled by wandering off anyways. Echo payed for that, however, when her mother scented male on her fur and tore her up, leaving her to be a totally different wolf. In her late teens, she was quite scared and very frail, having no more self-confidence and no urge to play.
As an adult, she was at first much like she was in her late teens: frightened of everyone and everything. With the help of her sister and another kind wolf named Logan, however, she has come out of her shell a little and is beginning to play again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:52 pm
Name: Mozelle
Pronounced: Moe-zell
Nicknames: Mo-Mo, Mo
Stage: adult
Rank: beta
Gender: female
Age: 4 and a half years
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: storm cloud gray
Markings: that of an Egyptian Mau
Eye Color: both a deep violet
Family:
Storm Alarm [father; alpha]
Star Gentian [mother; alpha]
Sweet Fur Amy [daughter; alpha]
Long Face [son; adolescent]
Cotton Grass [daughter; adolescent]
Grappler [son; deceased]
Smiler [son; deceased]
White Toes [daughter; deceased]
Black Lips [son; deceased]
Nameless Moonlight [daughter; deceased]
Mate(s):
2-4 years--Kapu [dead/assumed dead; formerly alpha]
4-?? years--Gareth [gamma]
Alpha(s): Phib [male]
Bio: Mozelle is a proud soul, though not in an arrogant way. She knows her limits and understands that she is not perfect in every way. And besides being proud, she is also very mysterious: she never eats in the presence of others; she walks on her toes and doesn't make a sound while she does so; she has violet eyes, something uncommon in wolves; and she carries no scent. Yet Mozelle is also very kind and generous, never passing over someone in need whether she likes that particular soul or not; there is not a mean bone in her body(though she does get angry if there is a mistreated pup or a bad parent involved). She's also a motherly figure, taking a particular liking to pups.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:53 pm
Name: Kishia
Pronounced: keesh-ee-uh
Nicknames: Kish
Stage: adult
Rank: gamma
Gender: female
Age: 4 and a half years
Orientation: unknown
Pelt Color: baby blue with white underbelly
Markings: random black swirlings and back-stripes
Eye Color: pale gray
Family:
??
Mate(s):
??
Alpha(s): n/a
Bio: Kishia is a strange wolf and has no real set personality. She can be angry sometimes, quick to pick a fight, or she could be completely docile and kind. Mostly, though, she is crazy. She enjoys drowning squirrels and she often talks in strange sentences to confuse others for her own amusement.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:54 pm
Name: Hallie
Pronounced: hal-ee
Nicknames: Hal
Stage: adolescent
Rank: adolescent
Gender: female
Age: --
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: light tan
Markings: black paws, black ears; random and faded vertical black lines
Eye Color: dark yellow
Family: ( family tree )
Jenna [mother; alpha]
Jaden [father; ??]
Carius [grandfather; alpha]
Azalea [grandmother; ??]
Cassidy [sister; gamma]
Mate(s):
~too young!
Alpha(s): n/a
Bio: For a puppy, Hallie is quite indepent. She takes after her mother in that she has a good head on her shoulders and is quite intelligent. She is also proud, but not to the point where she is arrogant. She knows her place and doesn't disrespect those that don't deserve it. But she also has a bit of a wild side to her, and with the right wolf that side may just be able to be unlocked...
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:55 pm
Name: Darius
Pronounced: dare-ee-us
Nicknames: Dar
Stage: adolescent
Rank: youth
Gender: male
Age: adolescent
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: mossy-green and black
Markings: random white and black swirls; lightning-like marking over left eye; one white 'band' on each foreleg
Eye Color: bright green
Family:
Damu [father; gamma]
Taima [mother; gamma]
Kaede [adopted sister; pup]
Leith [brother; pup]
Nasrin [sister; pup]
Rei [sister; pup]
Mate(s):
--
Alpha(s): Hige [male]; Loki [female]
Bio: As a pup, Darius is quite the character. He loves to wander around with his brother and find pretty little girls. Of course, he doesn't do much with them besides talk and look handsome like his father, at least for now. He seems to adore females and have a low tolerance for males other than those in his family. He can also be a bit cocky at times, not really knowing when to stop and keep his mouth shut. Nonetheless, he can also be caring and affectionate at times, though that affection is mostly directed towards his parents and siblings. Yet, there are times when he's a hero and actually does the right thing for everyone, though those times may be rare.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:56 pm
Name: Eris
Pronounced: air-is
Nicknames: n/a
Stage: adult
Rank: beta
Gender: female
Age: young adult (exact age unknown)
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: orange/red/yellow
Markings: marking of the sun on her right shoulder, along with two balancers (top and bottom)
Eye Color: beady black
Family:
Elke [mother; omega]
Cyril [father; gamma]
Raghnall [adopted grandfather; seer]
Mate(s):
n/a
Alpha(s): n/a
Bio:
-------------------- Hushed tones drifted out in the still of the night. The moon was high but hardly showing. It was a cloudy night, dark and mysterious. A perfect mood for the circumstance.
"Please... she was born but a week ago!" The voice was high, distressed. The owner of it shifted uncomfortably, as if there was no perfect spot for her to sit in. Ears flicked this way and that, alert, nervous.
There was a silence, making the night more eerie than anyone could ever be able to take. Finally, though, it was broken; it had to be.
"If you don't give her to me now, she won't ever make it past the week!" The responding voice was lower, obviously belonging to a male. It was also a bit shakey, but not so much as the other. Or, at least, the voice was attempting to be controlled into smoothness. The owner knew the risk the two wolves were taking with this. Dunn wouldn't be pleased. Not in the least.
But the higher voice didn't seem to want to give in:
"She's my child! The only one left, and you know that Raghnall." The female was almost weeping now, the great knowledge of the fact that only one of the original seven puppies of her first litter was actually alive. It was painful for a first-time mother to deal with the early deaths of their young ones.
The male knew this, and so tried to soothe the other.
"How about I make you a promise then?" Pause. He let the other settle down a little before he continued on. "I take her tonight--now, please, let me finish.." Another pause. Raghnall continued on once he knew that there would be no more interruptions. "I take her tonight. With me, I promise you that she will live until adulthood. Whether I am still with her or not at that point is uncertain. But, I will teach her all there is to know: hunting, tracking, living independently. She will grow into a strong huntress. Then, she will come back for you."
"How will you know even I will be alive then, not dead from the loss of my only remaining child?"
"The Dreams have said it is so."
With that said, the mother trusted him. Raghnall was a seer, and his visions were more true and accurate than any others had been in the history of the wolves. Or so was the tale. And the male was not one to lie, as it broke his 'code of conduct'. He was a trustworthy one, true to his word and always reliable.
"How long?"
"Until what, dear Elke?"
"Until Dunn comes. I know he has spies. How quick will word get around? How quick will you be to get away? How long will I have to wait until my little girl--"
Raghnall was staring off into space. Concentrating on something, the female knew. She instantly silenced herself, knowing very well he made better predictions when all was silent and he had peace to think in.
A few minutes later and his eyes still seemed unseeing to whatever was actually in front of him. Blind Seer, some called him; one who could see where others were blind. The mother became worried, but made certain she didn't disturb him. To distract herself, she cuddled her pup while she could, licking and caressing the soft, young fur. For a while it seemed almost safe. But as all things are, they must have some end.
Suddenly the silence was broken by an ear-splitting howl. Others joined in, and the mother had enough sense to know that a hunt was being called. But this was no ordinary hunt, she knew. Instantly she became frightened and couldn't help herself.
"Raghnall!! I recognize that howl, anywhere. Dunn!! It is Dunn. He.. my baby!!"
Still the seer didn't budge.
"RAGHNALL," she snarled, fur bristling. The angry mood was contagious, and soon her pup was squirming with anxiety. Finally, though, the male was brought around.
"Elke! You know how dangerous it is to yell like that," he growled back, though his voice was a sort of loud whisper, acting as if he had been paying attention the whole time. But he understood the mother's worry and so soon soothed himself into a calm feeling.
"But yes, it is Dunn. He is calling together a search party. You are not in your den, and Cyril had probably gone reporting back to the brute of a leader in a fit of confusion and worry of your and his daughter's absence. Don't you worry, though, his intentions were good. It has only given me less time. No matter," he said easily, rising to his paws and stretching as if there wasn't a worry in the world at the moment.
"You will give the pup to me?" he asked, sounding truly curious instead of demanding.
"If it means she keeps her life, then of course. What do you want me to tell Dunn?"
"The boy can't be kept tricked for long. He has a good head, you know." The seer paused, thinking for a moment. "Splash through a river. When he finds you, tell him that the river swept your poor darling away. Also tell him that I ran off looking for her, seeing if her body appeared on a bank somewhere. He knows my love for children, though he may not share it. It will suffice for now."
The female nodded but kept silent. The moment was tense, and she thought that anything she would say would simply complicate things.
And in the next instances the pup was exchanged between mother and seer, a few words passed between the two, then they each went their separate ways; Elke went to find a nearby river while Raghnall ran quickly and silently away with the pup, the One.
~some time after that~
Dunn was not happy, not at all. The One, smuggled out from right under his very nose!! Oh, some wolves would have to pay for this. Preferrably some of his spies; they had become a little cocky as of late and he was thinking of silencing a few of them anyways. This was simply another excuse for him to go forward with his plans.
Pacing back and forth, the large and dangerous alpha was lost deep in thought. What to do, what to do? Elke had said that her daughter had been lost in the rivers, and that the old Raghnall had gone off looking for her. But of course, the clever male didn't actually believe that. Even though Elke had come back all drenched with proof, literally, he couldn't bring himself around to believe he story. There was a faint scent of Raghnall on her, and it seemed a bit too strong for the circumstance. So now Dunn was a little confused as to where he should send his warriors.
And he would have sent them off in all directions if he wasn't smart enough to know that sending out too many wolves from his trusted would leave himself weak and vulnerable. He couldn't have that.
Suddenly, though, his thoughts were broken by a voice, deep and somewhat similar to his own.
"Dunn," came the voice, the thing belonging to the only one who had enough guts to actually call the alpha by name. It was Dunn's son, the only one of all of his offspring for him to handpick and raise.
"What is it, Taerne?" Dunn replied back calmly, though his tail flicked impatiently. The matter still wasn't solved in his mind, and he wouldn't be able to sleep well until it was.
"A scent was found, one belonging to that of Raghnall, the old seer. One of the keen-nosers found it, as would be expected. Do you want us to follow it?" The answer was obvious, but he had been trained to where he wasn't to do anything big without specific orders.
"Of course. Assemble a group, putting in some of the finest. I will accompany them, let them know. And keep them in their place, Taerne. You know how they get before we go out on a hunt."
"Hunt, fa--Dunn? Are you meaning to say that we will kill these when we find them?"
"How else does a hunt end?" Dunn retorted, feeling irritated that his own son would question such a thing like this. The disappeared pup was born to overthrow him and 'restore peace', and was obviously a threat, if not now then later. He had to kill off the infection before it spread. "We shall track them down, find them." A sudden pause. "But, I suppose we can have a little fun, eh? Keep them guessing, perhaps shake them up a bit. Now wouldn't that be fun?" There was a dangerous glint to his eye now that he had a sort of plan formulating.
Yes, Dunn would find those little worms and make them suffer. He'd follow them, see what they were up to, where they went, what they did. He'd make sure they went down hard, then, after all of their precious little work.
Taerne still stood there, blinking. Dunn suddenly snarled and yelled at him. "What are you waiting for? Get a move on, that trail won't last!" His son blinked again then shook his head, immediately turning about and trotting off into the forest to assemble the hunters.
Dunn turned his back to where his son had vanished, a cold smile occupying his face.
~some time after that~
A few months later the pressure of his mission was no lighter than it had originally been. Dreams had become nightmares, foretelling the fate that would be his own. It troubled him a little, though he knew that he shouldn't be afraid to accept it. There was still time.
For now, he tried to enjoy the life he had scraped out for him and the One, that pup he had stolen away in the middle of the night, seemingly right from under Dunn's very own keen nose. It gave the seer a sense of accomplishment, and he couldn't help but beam at himself in pride. No one could have done it better. Of course, Raghnall himself couldn't have done it without his abilities. So much he owed to that special gift of his...
"Raghnall, Raghnall!" came a high, chittery voice from the bushes. "I found something, and I think you'd like to look." The voice had a bit of an anxious tone to it, and immediately he snapped out of his basking and focused on the pup that he had been living with.
"What is it, little Eris?" The pup wagged her tail, having been fond of the male from the very beginning, never afraid of him. She had good judgement, he could tell, and she'd need that in the future, but for now...
"It's this way. Come on! I'll show ya." And with that, she pivoted about and instantly leapt into the bushes and out of sight. Without even thinking, Raghnall loped easily after her.
Eventually they came to a small clearing. At first he found nothing out of the ordinary, but he knew that the pup would be quick to show him what it was that she had discovered; the seer had made certain to teach her the importance of quick decisions and actions.
"This--"
"Tracks, little Eris?" he asked curiously, not really finding any importance in them. They weren't wolf tracks, and so he wasn't at all worried that Dunn or his minions were anywhere nearby--in fact, his visions had told him they wouldn't catch up for a while yet. But why had these concerned her so? He had taught her about tracks and which animals made which markings. These were bear. Nothing too strange, right?
But the male had failed to look a little further, for crossing paths with the bear tracks were much different tracks, ones that didn't really have a true shape.
"Humans," Raghnall breathed, feeling his eyes widen slightly.
"Humans?" Eris echoed, tilting her head a little to the side. "What are those, Raghnall?"
The seer snapped out of his shock and was quick to explain. "Yes, humans. Also called two-leggers for their strange habits of walking on two legs. They are dangerous if you catch them at a bad time, and have weapons that could kill a wolf if he isn't careful. There is both good and bad to the humans. Listen, little one."
Eris, staying silent, looked up and around her, trying to listen and also look for whatever it was that her friend was talking about.
"Listen closely, walk carefully, and then you, too, will be able to hear the spirits that surround, protect, and guide us everyday." The pup was in awe. It was almost as if she were seeing the sparkling dots in the sky up close.
"Listen to the spirits, hear what they have to say. They have the ultimate judgement, and can tell whether a being is good or bad. So if you stumble upon some new creature and aren't sure if they are trustworthy or not, turn to the spirits. They will help."
Eris nodded, storing this away in her sponge-like brain. She was learning so many new things with each passing day that she was with Raghnall. It was a wonder she didn't get headaches.
And so the days went by, each sun the little pup learning something new from her mentor and caretaker. But, the seer knew, this peaceful cycle of his new life wouldn't be able to stand strong for long. And with the warnings in his dreams becoming more and more vivid, so he became more and more alert, making sure that nothing in his surroundings was missed or went unchecked. He would keep this pup safe.
But how was he to keep the little one safe if she was no where to be found?!
"Eris... please, Eris!!" he cried frantically, searching with mind and eyes. She had to be around here somewhere. She couldn't have gone far, could she have? Oh, why did he make sure she bathed so much every day that she no longer had a scent of her own?
Frightened that she may have been snatched up by some monster or another, he continued on. Her mind was shielded. Why was it shielded? When had she learned to do that?
"ERIS!" he snarled, both out loud and in his brain. And he made the call in his mind so strong that he broke her barrier, and heard a yip in response. Instantly he followed it, moving quickly over the ground. Eventually he slowed, moved into caution by the sudden scent of two-leggers. This was not good.
In another instant he spotted Eris, accompanied in full by a little human pup. "Eris!" he cried, running up to her and for the moment ignoring the human, who yelped and fell backwards in the shock of seeing a fully grown wolf.
"You had me scared out of my wits!! You little girl, I swear." He was so frustrated that he almost couldn't think straight, couldn't talk. But he forced himself into control.
Suddenly he turned towards the little human kid, focusing his eyes with the baby blue ones of the child. Blind? No.. this eye color was common in humans, he read. Ears folded back, though he tried not to appear threatening, Raghnall mind-spoke with the human.
"Where is your pack, young one?" It babbled something out loud in response, and for a moment the seer became agitated. But he calmed himself once again and tried to speak smoothly. "Speak with you mind, little one." And so it obeyed, awed enough by the large wolf that it didn't even think to wonder why on earth he was hearing some strange voice in his head.
"Mommy is a little past the meadow, with the others. Papa is out hunting, I think. Deer, Mama had said they were getting. I love deer! Very good, very good." The rest was ramblings, and so the wolf paid no attention to it.
And so, from what he gathered of the little human's thoughts, there was a pack of humans not too far away. Recently moved in, he thought, as he would have known of them if they had occupied this area any sooner. He and Eris would have to move, then. A fully grown wolf would not be welcomed in this area anymore, especially when it seemed there were capable hunters in this two-legger pack. This troubled him. How far would they travel until they finally had no where else to go?
Seeing the restlessness in her friend's eyes, Eris became worried. "Raghnall... what's wrong?"
Deciding to be forward and blunt, he made no attempt to make up excuses. "The humans won't want us here, at least not me. And they won't chance you growing up into a real hunter. We are leaving as soon as possible." But from the look that suddenly came over the face of the little wolf, he knew this wouldn't be so simple as he had put it.
"No!" she suddenly cried, backing up. The human became alarmed with the raised hackles of the pup and started to sob.
Then, without so much as another word, the pup nipped the human then suddenly ran off in the direction that Raghnall guessed was towards the humans' main gathering area. And she ran off with the human, no less, so he was frustrated again that she should be so foolish, but he knew there wasn't much to be done. He couldn't very well go running after her, it would raise too much fears in the humans. But soon, yes, he would get the little pup back, and she would get a great punishment for her actions.
~some time after that~
Eris' time with the humans had been strange. She had run back to where she had known the humans were denning, back with the little human child she had gone. Raghnall didn't follow, and she felt a sort of pride that she had the guts to go where he did not.
At first, the humans seemed almost afraid of her. They kept their distance and called to the child she had traveled back to them with. She sensed that they were trying to take the boy away from her, and she didn't like that idea one bit. So every time that a human dared to look in her direction, she gave them her best silent snarl, but never once made a move to harm them. There was no need, really, especially when they didn't even like to get within striking range. Did that make them smart, then?
But over time they had become used to her presence. She didn't hurt their young, and so that must have made her alright in their minds. Soon enough they actually approached her and one even made a daring move to stroke her fur. She had snapped at this, but of course made sure to only catch air. The wolf wanted them to know that she was still wild and nothing to be touched, but she didn't want them to think that she didn't like them. And they seemed to understand this, which pleased the female.
Soon Eris found herself living with these creatures, side by side like allies of sorts. The human boy was still her favorite among the pack, but she made sure to spread out her attention so that no one felt left out or felt the need to tug on her tail to grab her attention. Eventually she came to think that she owned this lot, and that they seemed to worship her.
And during her time with the two-leggers, she learned a great deal about them. Like how they ate their food. They didn't seem to want to get their faces dirty, and so cut the meat into little, bite-sized strips. They also burned the meat before they ate it, as if the rawness of its first state wasn't appetizing to them. Now this Eris thought quite strange, and preferred to stick to eating the meat straight from the prey's body.
She also learned that they slept in dens at all times, no matter what season it was or even if a pair had offspring. It was strange, and she found the places rather too closed in for her tastes. Another thing she learned was that they decorated themselves with the hides of animals and with some strange color stuff that seemed to cling to their fur-less skin. They even wore dangling things about their necks and wrists, and those the little female found interesting.
The pup did, however, miss her good friend. There was nothing to replace wolf companionship, and she found herself crying and whining to herself at night. What troubled her more was that there were no mourning howls, no calls from Raghnall. Wouldn't he have wanted her to come back? He had, at one point, sort of explained why she didn't have a mother or a real father. He had said it was something of great importance and that he was there to take care of her until she grew old enough to do so herself. So why was he making no attempt to retrieve her?
It finally drove her over the edge enough that she simply couldn't take it anymore. One morning, a crisp morning it was, she stalked out of clearing where the humans were staying. The boy must have sensed that she was leaving with no intention of coming back, for he suddenly came running after her awkwardly, yelling and waving his arms rather stupidly. It was enough, though, and Eris couldn't help but turn to see what he wanted. Then she saw, in his hand, something that she had seen his mother-figure wear on her wrist. Suddenly she became excited, tail wagging.
The boy smiled oddly and offered the bracelet to her. But she didn't understand, tilting her head to let him know that. The smile faded and suddenly he looked anxious. Confused, Eris sat down, allowing the boy time to recover himself.
Eventually he did, and he randomly got this determined look on his face. Then, in the next instant, he reached out, took her left forepaw in his small hands, and slipped the bracelet on, afterwards letting the paw fall back to the ground. It had all happened so fast that she felt there wasn't a single thing for her to do in response. All she could do was blink, and stare. He had just touched her. But in the process, he had seemed to give her the bracelet. Suddenly she became overwhelmed with emotions. Making sure to hide them, she instead simply wagged her tail.
Then, before the boy could do anything more, she leaped forward, licked his dirty face, and darted off back into the forest.
~some time after that~
Eris was an adolescent now, and her time with the humans no longer brought up in conversations. Though there was the reminder of the human bracelet--she had been too reluctatnt to give it up--it had all mostly been forgotten.
When she had gone back to Raghnall, she had gotten it good. He made sure she didn't eat for a good two days, making her tired and worn out. And while she was exhausted, he moved her to various different spots. Every time they had seemed to come to a good spot to settle in, the seer had suddenly found something bad about the place and moved her elsewhere. She had understood that this was her punishment for leaving him on his own, and she took it silently.
Raghnall had known the female had learned her lesson, and so never mentioned anything about her time with the humans. He didn't ask questions, didn't probe, nothing. He didn't really have to, for it had been almost like he had been there with her. Oh the glories of being a seer. He had picked up images from her brain and had seen what the human encampment had been like. He had picked up on her feelings, of how she had kept the humans in line. A good leader was hidden under her puppy nature, that was for sure. And he had also picked up on her sadness, one of the reasons he had forgiven her so quickly. Eris had truly been sad that she'd been away from him, and understood that humans could not replace that of wolves, and so had finally chosen to go back to him on her own.
So here they were, beat and tired from the day's wanderings. He had truly found things wrong with the other places they had checked out, but then he had purposely found them and led her there as a punishment of sorts. Finally, though, when he had thought she'd learned a good lesson, he took her to a place where they could actually stay safe and hidden for a while.
Eris understood and settled down. She had long been able to eat again, but for some reason she found that her companion liked to work her out and lead her to strange places. It had been that way for a few months, and she found that the wandering life was difficult. But she also found that Raghnall was testing her, making her stronger with every passing day. Now she was simply getting her reward: rest.
Flopping down onto the ground, she let her pride be surrendered for a while so that she could finally get in a good nap, a good rest filled with dreams of their rekindled friendship in which they were as close as ever before. Never again would they bicker or fight, never again would the female run away from him simply because she thought she'd want to check something out. She'd listen to him, now and forever, for he was wise and knew so much more than her...
Raghnall smiled and settled down not far from her, resting his head on his paws before he let himself drift off into what he thought would be peaceful sleep...
But he awoke with a start a day later. Something tugged at his nose, something that set up a warning alarm deep within his mind. Eris was peacefully sleeping, seemingly undisturbed by the new smell. His sleepy mind wanted to shrug it off, but he knew that he had to investigate. The seer seemed to have a sense for danger, and right now he had a tangling feeling in his gut.
Not wanting to awaken the One, he silently rose to his paws and trotted off. He decided it'd be best to do a sort of perimeter check, and so was quick to doing so. What he found wasn't at all pleasing. There were wolf tracks, too many of them to be a wandering wolf or even a pair. It was definitely a large group, and from the looks of the paw sizes in the dirt they were rather large for wolves. He closed his eyes then, letting himself see with his mind. He tried to focus in on the minds of whatever might have been out there. It was difficult, being as he didn't know exactly what he was focusing on, but eventually he succeeded.
Dunn. Minions. Search party. Eris was in danger.
Instantly he was flying off, back towards the sleeping Eris. And he prayed to whatever gods there were that she was still alive.
~some time after that~
Gone. Everything was gone. His life nearly, Eris, any hope he had had that perhaps the female would be able to live out a normal life before she had to face her destiny. Even Dunn was gone now, obviously thinking that his work had been done with the old seer. Some spiteful words had been exchanged, but other than that the interaction had been mostly action, fighting action.
The brutal alpha had no trouble tearing apart the elder, and it had only disturbed Raghnall that throughout the entire fight there had been a sort of smug look occupying the other's face. Did that mean that he had caught Eris? He had attempted to send forth a message to her, through minds, that she was to get as far away from this place as possible and to not ask questions, that in time she would learn the reason. But had she listened?
Without so much of an answer, or even a last look at the one he had come to love as one of his own, the old male passed on into a different realm, one where he would always be free.
~some time after that~
She stared into the eyes of what could have very well been her killer. Surrounding her and him were the tens and tens of wolves that seemed to be the slave puppets of Dunn. Eris spat, narrowing her eyes distastefully at him.
Dunn, however, didn't seem at all phased. Instead he seemed somewhat pleased, if not in totally disgusting and demented way. "Little girl, or should I say young lady? You have grown up to be quite fine," he grumbled lowly, tail flicking in interest. It disgusted her, and she found her lips pulling back in a silent snarl. He was really sick, thinking that he could possibly get with her.
"You are complete filth, you sick little--"
She was rudely interrupted by the leader's chuckle, deep and low. "My dear, don't get angry. You know, if you chose to cooperate, you might find that you will keep your life and find yourself much happier than living life on the run. Come, my love, bear my children. They will be fine little things." He was blunt, and she didn't like it at all. She couldn't take it any longer, but somehow found herself playing along. Something was driving her to do this, something that told her it would save her hide, but what?
"Oh my, you handsome brute. Why me out of all the others?" Her voice was innocently sweet, so sweet that it even surprised her. "I was born to destroy you, and yet you choose to take a different course and take me into your harem? Oh my, what a tender boy you are!" Slowly, though, she was heading back into hatred.
"So let me get this straight... you want me to mate with you? After you ******** KILLED RAGHNALL?!" She didn't know what was more surprising, seeing the smug look on Dunn's face or the fact that she had actually figured out that her friend was dead. Something whisped around her, sending comfortable chills down her spine. Her tail cricked, and an ear tilted slightly in silent question.
Raghnall?
The wind seemed to respond to her thoughts, and she was immediately filled with a sense of new courage and hope.
Dunn, chuckling again, advanced forward. Eris took a cautious step back. She had to escape, but how? She was about to plan something out when a sudden cry broke through the air. It was startling, and all wolves looked around in amazement. What was about them?
Then, from out of seemingly no where, hundreds and hundreds of little forest critters streamed out from the trees and bushes. The sky turned black as the sun was blocked with a gigantic murder of crows. Owls hooted, squirrels chittered, foxes barked, and everything else seemed to be alive with bustling noise and movement. At first Eris had thought herself mad. Why would a bunch of creatures randomly come out from the forest all at the same time and at the same place? But then she thought.
Raghnall. He had always promised to take care of her, no matter what. It seemed that he was staying true to his word, even after death. He must have called on the help of all these creatures before his spirit left his body.
Suddenly seeing her new chance of escape, she made no hesitation of bolting. Dunn and his warriors were busy with the critters as the wolves tried to fend off all else.
And so Eris ran, away and away, off into the unknown and farther into the depths of life.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:57 pm
Name: Eli
Pronounced: ee-lie
Nicknames: n/a
Stage: adolescent
Rank: adolescent
Gender: female
Age: adolescent
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: earthy brown with a lighter underbelly
Markings: no markings
Eye Color: light green
Family:
Cassidy [mother; gamma]
Wrigley [father; gamma]
??? [brother; pup]
??? [sister; pup]
??? [brother; pup]
Mate(s):
too young!
Alpha(s): Phib [male]
Bio:
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:58 pm
Name: Amoy
Pronounced: uh-moy
Nicknames: n/a
Stage: pup
Rank: pup
Gender: male
Age: young pup
Orientation: bi
Pelt Color: dark magenta
Markings: light toes, light markings on his face, light 'cape' over his back
Eye Color: bright yellow
Family:
Kiah [mother; beta]
Xipetotec [father; alpha]
Kraken [sister; pup]
Mate(s):
too young~
Alpha(s): Meskeet [female]
Bio:
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:59 pm
Name: Emera
Pronounced: em-er-uh
Nicknames: Em, Emmy
Stage: adult
Rank: gamma
Gender: female
Age: young adult
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: brown and white
Markings: random darker brown spots
Eye Color: light green
Family:
??
Mate(s):
??
Alpha(s): n/a
Bio:
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 8:00 pm
Name: Rukan
Pronounced: roo-can
Nicknames: none [he hates nicknames]
Stage: adult
Rank: omega
Gender: male
Age: ??? [exact age unknown]
Orientation: straight
Pelt Color: pink and purple mixed
Markings: white swirls on his right back thigh; other random white markings
Eye Color: yellow
Family:
??
Mate(s):
??
Alpha(s): n/a
Bio:
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