Birthright
02-16-2014, 09:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-16-2014, 09:49 PM by Erani.)
Erani |
Snowy paws, slick with water from her crossing of the sea, carried the snowy female along the sandy shore of the Island that, until now, had been Valhalla?s new home. Deep blue eyes were glazed with fury, feral and icy. Chrysanthe had lost the challenge for Valhalla. None of the rage that coursed the aging female?s veins was for her daughter. All of it was directed at Isardis and the usurper, Artemis. She?d had quite enough of Glaciem?s pestering. Valhalla would not die because of the bastards. She wasn?t sure where her daughter had gone after the challenge was lost. Her blood daughter trailed behind her, as well as her family, her brother and nephew. Sarak would stay beside Azalea. The soft crunch of hooves on sand told her Obsidian trailed the small group. With a flick of her tail, Erani turned, facing the Island. Her head tilted back, and she issued a long, powerful summons that thundered, for all that there was no masculinity present in her tones, through the jungle. It would carry far, and it would be heard. A summons to the pack. She leapt up to seat herself on a rocky outcropping of boulders, tail curled about her haunches, waiting. |
02-16-2014, 09:59 PM
Cormalin |
Cormalin was cautious around his sister as he followed her across the sea, knowing that set to her shoulders from experience. He knew she wouldn?t lash out at him. But Luna forbid any enemy come near her at the moment. He cast a glance over his shoulder, tail lifting slightly in a slight wave as he noted his son, Surreal, and Obsidian. His eyes turned back to Erani, wondering what she was thinking. His head tilted slightly as she stopped, faced the island, and sent out a call that had him at her side in an instant, despite not being that far away. It was instinct. That call was authority. She had been trained for leadership in her early life, and those lessons clung to her now, and had shown throughout the time he?d known her. He watched his sister climb a rock pile, settling with her head held high, eyes still glazed with that fury that marked a female descended from Redwood Pack. He settled at the base of the pile, ears pressed forward, mismatched gold and blue eyes watching the jungle. |
02-16-2014, 10:06 PM
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02-19-2014, 01:50 AM
Sarak |
Sarak hoped Seraphine won her Challenge. He really hoped she did. Chrysanthe had lost to that little Glaciem yearling. He wasn?t sure how it had happened, but it had. He?d felt the ripple of fury through the line, from Erani. The Theta had turned and headed away from the field, followed by Cormalin, Surreal, Alsander, and Obsidian. Azalea had charged off, and he now bounded beside his mate, keeping pace with her as she crashed headlong into the sea crossing. With barely a pause to shake the water from his coat, and to glance around warily for the sow that he?d stolen a piglet from, he joined Azalea in her frantic search for her sons, their sons. Erani?s thunderous howl made him miss a step, bumping into Azalea. He turned, and let Azalea take point, moss green eyes alert for a sign of the children. They would be protected as best as they could. They reached the location Erani had issued the commanding call from, and he flicked his eyes over the gathering crowd, eyes pausing for a moment on a brown male with green eyes an black ears. Settling beside Azalea, he leaned into her, resting his head on hers. Kismet arrived soon, and he bent to nose the boy. They?d met recently, not long before the challenge for Valhalla was called. Raising his head, mossy green gaze rested on Erani, taking in the set to her shoulders, the icy fury just beneath the still surface of those deep blue pools. Erani meant business, and he could tell what it must be. She was taking control, and stepping into the mantle of Leadership. His ears perked forward, ready to hear what she had to say. |
02-19-2014, 02:26 AM
She had not been in this land for long, aimlessly traveling here and there. She had ever since her mentor had died. It had tore into her tender heart and broke off a part of it. Even still to this day it still bled. The young girl was lonelier than she had never experienced in her whole short life, leaving the pack. But she just couldn't be near the death, to walk into her mentor's den and never see him again. To sit there and never have someone understand her as much as he had. It was just pure heartbreaking. For the girl who only knew of and dreamed of love, of tender to others with her feather gentle touches, she just couldn't bring herself to stay there. So she ran, ran before her training was finished, ran before anyone knew.
So here she was, a nomadic healer, wondering around alone all day and night. She felt too scared to join another pack. To grow to close just to loose someone you cared for. She just didn't think she could handle it. She had been an outside in her pack, would she not be more so in joining another? It just wasn't worth it. So she spent her time, fighting her consent depression with daydreaming and singing about love. Oh how she loved love, the magical air about it, the butterfly feeling in her tummy, the warmth, everything she loved. Even the breakups. She knew to never give up on love, one day she would find the one. And until then, breakups would happen. She would learn from them and it would only add to her experiences.
Sand brushed the white paws of the dull brown girl, making her sharp blue eyes blink. Had she been so out of it that she hadn't realized she was heading to a beach till just now? She shrugged it off, wasn't like it had been the first nor would it be the last. The white faced girl was about to walk along the shore when a powerful howl called out from an island in the distance. Something about that howl stirred something in her. She couldn't explain what or why, but that it was pulling her towards the caller. Slowly step by step she waded into the ocean, slowly legs kicked out to make the short swim. She felt like she was in some kind of daze, a dream. Once on the other shore she shook out her brown and white fur, blue eyes wary but intent of seeing what was going on.
She had never felt this kind of pull towards anyone other then her mentor. Had never felt the need to go to the howl and muster in attendance. All her subconscious knew was that she had to be there. She would have arrived sooner had it not been for the overpowering scent of many wolves slow her to a snail's pace. Around a rock she would come, with the back of some white female towards her. Creeping along the rock, body hugging it she came into view. At once her paws back pedaled at the sight of all those wolves. What was she thinking? She didn't know if these wolves were good or bad, or even a pack! Mouth gaping she peering up at the white female on the rock that held stiff shoulders and looked rather pissed. Her blue eyes stared in awe, unable to pull herself away and swim back to the main land. Hidden from the gathered wolves other than the white female should she turn to look down at her, Amia Tulip of the Nomads was frozen to her spot. She felt rather safe, unseen except from this female who gave her the chills. Not really in a bad way, but a powerful, confident way.
So here she was, a nomadic healer, wondering around alone all day and night. She felt too scared to join another pack. To grow to close just to loose someone you cared for. She just didn't think she could handle it. She had been an outside in her pack, would she not be more so in joining another? It just wasn't worth it. So she spent her time, fighting her consent depression with daydreaming and singing about love. Oh how she loved love, the magical air about it, the butterfly feeling in her tummy, the warmth, everything she loved. Even the breakups. She knew to never give up on love, one day she would find the one. And until then, breakups would happen. She would learn from them and it would only add to her experiences.
Sand brushed the white paws of the dull brown girl, making her sharp blue eyes blink. Had she been so out of it that she hadn't realized she was heading to a beach till just now? She shrugged it off, wasn't like it had been the first nor would it be the last. The white faced girl was about to walk along the shore when a powerful howl called out from an island in the distance. Something about that howl stirred something in her. She couldn't explain what or why, but that it was pulling her towards the caller. Slowly step by step she waded into the ocean, slowly legs kicked out to make the short swim. She felt like she was in some kind of daze, a dream. Once on the other shore she shook out her brown and white fur, blue eyes wary but intent of seeing what was going on.
She had never felt this kind of pull towards anyone other then her mentor. Had never felt the need to go to the howl and muster in attendance. All her subconscious knew was that she had to be there. She would have arrived sooner had it not been for the overpowering scent of many wolves slow her to a snail's pace. Around a rock she would come, with the back of some white female towards her. Creeping along the rock, body hugging it she came into view. At once her paws back pedaled at the sight of all those wolves. What was she thinking? She didn't know if these wolves were good or bad, or even a pack! Mouth gaping she peering up at the white female on the rock that held stiff shoulders and looked rather pissed. Her blue eyes stared in awe, unable to pull herself away and swim back to the main land. Hidden from the gathered wolves other than the white female should she turn to look down at her, Amia Tulip of the Nomads was frozen to her spot. She felt rather safe, unseen except from this female who gave her the chills. Not really in a bad way, but a powerful, confident way.
02-19-2014, 11:46 PM
Sephiroth |
A call rang forth, the voice familiar yet he had never heard a call like this before from this particular individual. Rising from his seated place overlooking the cliffs, he turned to find the source of the voice. Valhalla had been lost, and he unsure as to how exactly it happened. But he knew none would follow the enemy's pawn...or so he hoped. Those that did choose to do so, were not the family he thought they were or would be. One did not simply turn their backs on those who they once called family. It was dishonorable, it was cold. Sephiroth could never do such a thing without good reason, and so it was with those thoughts he would choose to remain with the ones who had taken him in and given him a home...becoming the family he had lost so long ago. It did not take long for him to arrive, already several had shown. To his surprise, the white she-wolf he had come to know as a motherly figure to most if not all of the Valhallans, was sitting at the head of the group. Stepping forth to stand before he, he dipped his head in a respectful nod as aquamarine gaze swam with questions. "Erani, it is nice to see you. I see you've recovered well." A smile would pull up his ivory lips, dual toned figure stepping forward to give the woman a courteous bow as was customary to those of higher rankings and standing back home. However, only if he respected them. And Erani was definitely one of those to be respected, she was a gifted healer after all, and one of the best that ever walked the lands. Rising back to his standing stature, he would take a step or two back before seating himself, a prickling thought about what this meeting might hold. He had an idea of Erani's purpose today, and he would support her 100%. |
02-19-2014, 11:48 PM
ooc: sooo vague since I have no clue where he stands. xD
The mission that had brought him here, the dream to find his father had left him hollowed, when he was told the truth about him. The white woman, Erani, had told him of his fathers death. He had been too late... His siblings still hadn't appeared to his knowledge, and he tried not to worry about them too much. Instead he focused on Valhalla, and it would seem with the commanding summons of Erani that something had happened. He moved to the shore opposite the island, plunging into the water, swimming strongly towards the small island. His paws churned strongly through the water, pulling him through the ocean. When his paws scrapped the sand on the bank opposite, he'd move quickly through it, pausing to take in a deep breath.
He felt as if he was trespassing, and in a way he was. He hadn't formally joined ranks with Valhalla, instead had remained at Veronica Plains, hoping for his siblings to appear. He moved through the land, towards the source of the sound, his ears attentive as he searched. He came upon a group of wolves and a horse, and he paused at the edge of the clearing, slightly wary of intruding on the family of wolves. Letting out a sigh, he emerged from the shadows, moving past the others to sit on the far right of the clearing, his blue eyes seeking Erani's, waiting to see what had happened. Everyone seemed tense, anxious... but why?
The mission that had brought him here, the dream to find his father had left him hollowed, when he was told the truth about him. The white woman, Erani, had told him of his fathers death. He had been too late... His siblings still hadn't appeared to his knowledge, and he tried not to worry about them too much. Instead he focused on Valhalla, and it would seem with the commanding summons of Erani that something had happened. He moved to the shore opposite the island, plunging into the water, swimming strongly towards the small island. His paws churned strongly through the water, pulling him through the ocean. When his paws scrapped the sand on the bank opposite, he'd move quickly through it, pausing to take in a deep breath.
He felt as if he was trespassing, and in a way he was. He hadn't formally joined ranks with Valhalla, instead had remained at Veronica Plains, hoping for his siblings to appear. He moved through the land, towards the source of the sound, his ears attentive as he searched. He came upon a group of wolves and a horse, and he paused at the edge of the clearing, slightly wary of intruding on the family of wolves. Letting out a sigh, he emerged from the shadows, moving past the others to sit on the far right of the clearing, his blue eyes seeking Erani's, waiting to see what had happened. Everyone seemed tense, anxious... but why?
02-20-2014, 12:03 AM
Walk | Talk | Think
Ashtoreth was considerably confused.
She had heard the call for the challenge, just as many others of the pack had, but her aversion to the trip across the shallow stretch of ocean that separated their island home from the mainland had prevented her from following. As she saw it, someone needed to hang back and keep an eye on things on the island until the higher ups returned, and since she was in no rush to go jumping back into that watery trek she felt qualified to stay.
But this was not the voice she had been waiting for. She answered the call with the same ready curiosity that she would have had it been Chrysanthe gathering Valhalla together, deferring to Erani's seniority and the respect she held for the healer, though her expression was puzzled as she hurriedly trotted with Leon through the denser section of the island toward the edge where she gathered the call to have originated from. What had happened? Why was Chrysanthe not the one to call the pack together? It had only been a challenge, a small trial compared to everything else that their Alpha had gone against and conquered before. Had something gone wrong this time?
By the time the slim, small grey wolf and her newly announced mate padded clear of the vegetation, there was already a decent-sized gathering. As she scanned across the faces, she realized that the one she had been seeking was not there and pressed gently against Leon's shoulder. Where was Chrysanthe? If the challenge was over - if everyone was returning - why was she not among them? Growing increasingly anxious, Ashtoreth shared a nervous look with Leon before she padded forward to join them, noting unpleasantly the overall sense of unrest that seemed most prevalent. Something had happened, that much was blatantly obvious. But what?
She had merely intended to take a seat in their midst, as she usually did, but instead she found herself walking through them, heedless of whether Leon followed or had stopped somewhere amongst them. Ashtoreth continued until she stood before Erani, too troubled by worries to show the typical patience that she could normally muster. Goodness, she looked so stern and rigid. "Erani?" she asked, voice just remaining smooth though she felt anything but calm, "What happened?"
02-20-2014, 12:09 AM
That call. Familiar, and it called to him. The warrior heeded it without hesitation, moving swiftly through the land until he arrived at a scene he thought he would never see, and yet he felt that sooner or later it would have happened some time before he died. And it came sooner rather then later. He wasn't sure what happened back in the battle, but hopefully this would change things and hopefully they would be left alone in peace. After all, they had no reason to be attacked or anything. Their pack had been taken, and yet here they were rebuilding. So really, he thought it was a wasted effort on the northern pawns part. She had not really gained anything, just wasted her time and breath. He would arrive in little time, knowing that his aunt's call was seriously important. When she called for business, she meant it. And those of his family knew better then to ignore her. He saw his father along with others in his family. Then again, most of the pack in its entirety were his family. At least he hoped as such. He strode forward to his aunt and his father, giving each a brief nuzzle and nod as he sat next to his brother. It had been some time since he had any family time, and he hoped that soon he would be able to do so. He then wondered about his sister Claire...where had she gone off to, he wondered? He had not seen her in ages, and he was growing worried more and more as timed passed... Speech Thought Others |
02-20-2014, 05:15 PM
She was completely oblivious to what had happened at the battlefield. There was tension in the air here, and Lyric would step onto the scene, not smelling at all of these other wolves - and yet there was a small smile upon her pale visage. Bi colored eyes would search intently for her family - they were the reason that she had come back here. Her siblings, her mother, this was where Valhalla had been moved, wasn't it? They certainly weren't back in Vericona... but she would perk slightly when she spotted her mother - she knew that her howl was the voice behind this gathering! Curiosity sparked, she would scoot forward, hoping to catch her mother's gaze - before settling down and waiting to see what everyone had come together for.
02-20-2014, 11:11 PM
He didn't know what was going on, the male out of the loop for some time as he made his way with Ashtoreth towards the call he had seldom if ever heard. It wasn't that of Chrysanthe, no. This one was familiar yet different. However, the smell of mingled scents told him it was of importance, and he continued forth as confused as his mate. He wasn't sure what he would find once arriving at the location, but either way he would remain with Ash and follow her wherever she so chose to go. He came on scene with his mate, allowing her to go on ahead a bit as he strayed back some to scan the small gathering. Many were still not here, and he wondered what had happened. The touch of his mate leaving him for even the briefest of moments sent a pang through him, but he knew he had to suck it up. He couldn't act needy could he? Or even clingy? Then again, was it so wrong to feel such a way? After all, he had waited for so long to confess to her. Surely it wasn't a bad thing...
He followed her again, stopping at her side as he too looked towards the elder wolf. Questions were in his eyes, but Ash had already asked them. He brushed her side with his body, wanting to provide comfort to her as well as to himself. Would things change soon? He knew of the trouble with the tyranical northern pack, and knew this would have to do with them...they would be those kinds of wolves. the kinds that always tried to make everyone who didn't follow them, miserable. But this family, they stood together. They stayed strong through everything. "Erani, please tell me we'll be okay..?" He whispered to her for only her ears and Ash's ears. Clearly he was worried, more so for Ash then himself. Yet, he couldn't help but feel protective of her, wanting to ensure that things would be alright.