A new land, new wonders
Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence
Occ: I want to say open, but no claiming please <3.
Step by step the romanian women followed her mother, the snow was much less here then it had been coming into these lands and even then it hadn't been an easy trek. But it seemed this place, strange and yet warm as it was would be their ideal place to remain. It was warm, that was all that mattered. The gushing geysers kept the air temperature at a much warmer temperature, compared to what she had experienced here - where ever 'here' was. These lands were new and strange, no doubt the ones living within the surrounding lands were just as strange. Question was, did her mother tend for them to remain as rogues or to perhaps join a pack for the winter that was now grasping the lands. Ears shifting forward as a gash from the ground ushered it's hot boiling water into the air once again. This place maybe warmer, but it was also laid with dangers.
They would have to watch their step, yet she paused allowing those molten eyes to gaze around the area. It all was quite something else yet there was no shelter. Sorcière didn't voice a word however as she watched her mother, debating on what was going on. The silent fea simply watched and waited, there was little more she could do save for exploring the surrounding lands. Something she very well intended on doing, for they just may hold wonders of their own, much like this place with it's gushing, hot water.
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They had finally arrived in this new land, after a many a moon of travelling. Though her young daughter was still not getting any older, she was in the prime of her youth as was Karola herself. The two dignified women found a suitable place to stay for the time being. She knew the geyser was dangerous, but it was very safe as well. Being able to use her claws, she dug into the snow and made a chamber for the two of them. Where it was far enough not to get hurt by the heat, and yet still be warmed so the entrance was melted yet still out into snow anyway.
Karola took very good care of her daughter, she always had, that was the way they had worked. "Ești Sorc bine, nu e foame deloc?"(Are you okay sorc, not hungry at all?) she said softly to her in their native tongue. Yet they knew english just as well. Karola wasn't showing any emotion, but her voice was enough to tell for her daughter. It was a rare sight itself, and it was help for a very special portion in her life. Though her daughter had taken the code and perfected it, as they were, they were respectful war hero's of the world. Besides, the Queen and Princess needed not to worry about each others habits, they were close regardless. Her pink eyes looked around for a moment, Karola didn't want to join a pack but she did indeed have other plans.
Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence
The many months of travel had meant little, simply Sorcière had gotten to see new and different things. Although she did not care to leave home so soon, she knew it was in the best interest. Those ashen ears flicked once listening for any other sounds, save for that of her mother and the gushing geyser it self. That keen nose failed to pick up any other scents, newer ones anyway. But still, she was on the alert knowing to not let her guard down, even when it came to sleep. However her molten gaze found it self upon the form of her mother, seeing her digging into the snow again. Another temporary den, one that would not last too long.
"Nu mama, eu sunt bine. Această cerb a fost destul." The romanian words left her maw easily, just as it had her mother. That deer had been more then enough, it had been maybe one of the last this season. They would have to settle for smaller prey if they were to fill their bellies. For bigger prey would be nearly impossible to take down without a group. Of course, she was thinking of survival more then anything; what her mother planned she did not now. "Doar ceea ce ai de gând, mamă?" She wanted to know.
Sorc always knew what she was thinking. They spent so much time together one might call it unnatural, but it was not as well Karola forced her to stick around. Her pink eyes shut for a moment as she felt the wind through her fur. They had survived harsher, with two of them they had a better chance of survival. Two fully grown wolves at thirty six inches could easily catch enough kill for the two of them even in this winter. After all, she assumed this place had birds, one of her favorite foods indeed. Yet there was still a lot more to explore.
"Acest lucru nu este acasă, dar mă gândeam de a face ceva. Un grup de lupi care urmează codul războinic, dar fac contracte cu cei care au nevoie de ajutor în schimbul de favoruri. Cei care vin în ajutorul nostru va fi bine protejate, atâta timp cât doresc să rămână în grupul care este. Ca acasă, dar nu o împărăție."(This isn't home, but I was thinking of making something. A group of wolves who follow the warrior code but make contracts with those in need of help in return of favors. Those who come to our aid will be well protected, as long as they wish to remain in the group that is. Like home, but not a kingdom.) she explained what was on her mind. It was no harm to try, they could either just be to themselves or other people join them. Just the thought of helping others made her happy, and being payed in a favor, even more. If they were willing to make a contract she'd gladly do anything. Aside from things that broke their code of course.
Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence
The yearling knew what her mother was up to, usually. Then again with how much time they spent together, it was no surprise. They were nearly inseparable but at other times this was not true, just as any family they butt heads and argued but it was rare. That gaze leaving her mother as she inspected her surroundings once again, she didn't like being out in the open much less in lands they new little to nothing about. A sigh escaped her as that ashen rump soon met with the warm ground.
"O bandă de lupi atunci." A shorter explanation to what her mother wanted, save for teaching them their code. But she did wonder why her mother wanted to teach these outsiders their code. Such wasn't asked as the dame choose to sat there, her mind going over things.
"Nu cred că vom găsi multe în acest moment; iarnă tocmai a început după toate. Ne-ar fi mai bine cauta un pachet să se alăture temporar." At least until winter was over, then they could do whatever her mother wished. She knew they could survive the winter on their own, but Sorcière wasn't too keen on them being out here alone.
She was not opposed to the idea of getting a pack, but these lands were strange. That meant different customs that they had to learn all over again. She highly doubted men were held to lower regard like they were like at home. It wasn't as if they abused their men, just tradition had stated the woman would uphold head of household while the men protected and provided for them. Karola stopped staring outwards and turned towards her daughter, her pink eyes looking at her carefully. Her toes spreading out into the stone that didn't have ice on it.
"Este aceasta ceea ce vrei?"(Is this what you wish?), she asked carefully. If her daughter wanted to find a pack for the time being, Karola had no quarrels with this. The band of wolves could easily still exist, private life was still as it was private life. Maybe it was just fear creeping over her, but obviously she didn't show it. Even if they felt all of these things, they were taught not to show it. After all they could survive on their own here, but maybe it'd be a bit more comfortable with others around.
Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence
Sorcière watched her mother and carefully, all too well knowing she would have her own thoughts upon this. May even refuse or agree, it wasn't too often that they agreed on things but they did so more then enough. Sorcière tried at the very least to find things to agree upon with her mother, she didn't want a rift between them. They were family after all. "Avem timp, dar cu această iarnă, ar fi mai bine atunci pe cont propriu. Sugerez să cheltui lunile de iarna cu un pachet. În acest fel, putem învăța obiceiurile acestora și moduri ciudate." It maybe not what her mother wanted to do, but the fiery yearling felt it best to give one of these packs a try. Even if their stay was a temporary one.
Her daughter did have a very good point. This was a dual parted relationship, like any other they listened and took what others said to heart most of the time. Sure they were a little ruthless at times, it was in their boiling blood. Karola knew that sometimes they butted heads, but a lot of times they came to some sort of compromise. Her tail flicked for a moment as she pulled her body into the makeshift den. Curling up into one of the corners.
"Tomorrow morning we can go to what these wolves call the battlefield. It seems like the easiest place to find a place to live." she mused. Karola wouldn't separate from her daughter now, she didn't want to. Sorc could obviously refuse her company if she wishes, it wasn't like they had to be glued at the hip constantly. Though that's how it had been in their travels in order to survive. Perhaps learning more about this world was the best as well.
Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence
That furry rump remained on the ground, as those molten eyes watched her mother, curious yet as well awaiting any back lash she may get from her. It wasn't often that they arguments came to the use of teeth and claws, but at times it could. It was something in their blood that made their temper flare over and they just snapped. No serious harm came of it, save for some bruising or scrapes. But it seemed her mother agreed, at least on some points.
A mere nod was given, but she didn't climb into the makeshift den, no, her nerves were on edge as it was and so she would remain on guard. Standing once more, the yearling began to patrol the area, explore it a bit and take note of any possible interest here to visit again.
Exit via patrolling.