Long Night, Forgotten Sight [Vashti/Open]

[Vidarii]

"The night is chill,
A storm quietly brews,
In a world so still,
With so much to loose.”

The words rose in a voice that rumbled with depth, as smooth and rich as the darkest of chocolates. In the falling of the sun, the moment right after the sun dips below the horizon and its warm bright tendrils of light cling desperately to a darkening landscape, the quiet of his eyes turned towards his sister. Set in a frame of darkness those pure clear silvery grey eyes seemed to shine with an eerie glow. He felt remorse, after all their prank had started with him. Often the two of them did not even need to speak to understand each other’s thoughts. It was a talent that had at first astounded their pack, because of the obvious advantages. But Vidarii and Vashti did not conform as they wanted, they did not fall in line with their parents’ plans for them, nor their alphas plans. Coupled with their particular uniqueness those advantages were soon outweighed by everything else. In the last year the fear and ridicule had steadily increased. Dare was not a weak wolf, skills that took wolves years to learn came to him as naturally as breathing, hunting, fighting, tracking. You name it he could perform up to and beyond most teachers’ expectations. But the simple fact was he never truly applied himself, merely did what he had to in order to do as he wished. His love lay with his sister, and their endless schemes that had, to that point, been nothing but innocent mischief.

But that innocence had died hours ago. Wary paws drug through the snow, wounds had long ago clotted leaving them matted and dirty, but they were not in the clear yet despite having long ago left their former pack lands.

"A belly of food,
a shelter over head,
will lighten this dreary mood,
and settle us for bed.”

Sides would expand and let loose a heavy slightly pained sigh. Most males would likely try to conceal the extent of the pain they were in, but between the siblings there could be no secrets for each would easily see through even the slightest of deceptions, so well did they know one another. But he did minimize is to appear less than it actually was. That gaze refocused on her, knowing she would make the best call in this situation. As he waited a part of his mind drifted over the events that had brought them to this point. A prank that had gone so very wrong, when he recalled the sight of their older sisters body laying in a twisted unnatural position he shuddered inwardly. It had been a foolish spontaneous prank, with no real planning. They hadn’t been aware that cliff was nothing more than thin ice and lightly packed snow, had not been aware that the weight of their siblings bounding forward to snatch up the rabbit carcass would shatter its delicate balance, nor did they know the boulders beneath were jagged and held nothing but death. Their screams echoed even now in the wolf’s ‘ears’. Their sister had died instantly, the proof had been her screech of terror that had been abruptly cut off, their brothers’ cries had seemed to never end even as the elder attacked and drove the pair away in his rage and anger, those cries of pain and fear had never ceased. The image of his brother, the shattered nearly severed foreleg dangling uselessly while crimson spilled freely onto the brilliant white snow left an empty hole in Dare’s heart. Neither he nor Vash were particularly close to their older siblings, but they were still part of the same litter, and never once had either wished harm to come from their pranks, let alone death. For surely their brother had died from such a horrific wound. It would weight on his conscience for the rest of his life.

Shaking himself from his thoughts he refocused on the here and now, waiting patiently for his sisters thoughts.

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words: 682
tags: Vashti
muse: Bwahahahaha!!!!
ooc: Excited!!

[Vashti]

How the face of time can change in such a short time, yet that brought no joy. An existence merely tolerated had turned dangerous in the spilt second when the cliff face fell and their family was permanently severed. The crack of doom rang into the air followed by the shrieks of their siblings and a game turned into a roulette that left two deaths and two broken hearted siblings. While not close knit to anyone but themselves, the pain was still real. Brought out of her reverie by the familiar tones of her partner in crime, Vashti turned her eyes towards him silently nodding as he spoke of the oncoming night. Most wolves would surely look at him in confusion and misunderstanding but Vashti knew him as well as she knew herself it seemed. A look in his eye or tilt of his head spoke volumes to her. 

Then her focus changed from his face to the injuries inflicted upon him by the Elder. "A fangs kiss may become enraged." Her voice mingled with concern, an emotion only he had seen of her. He spoke of food and she immediately let her senses search for signs of something suitable. They hunted well together or separately, she struggled only when paired with someone other than Vidarii. "The animal whom gnaws or the horned ruminant?" Frankly she would rather have a deer as opposed to a scrawny rodent but the exhaustion in her muscles voted for something simple. However she would do which ever Dare chose for them. Besides winters grasp may not offer many choices. 

"Vashti wishes to see the light return to the one she loves." She cooed quietly, her voice so different from his smooth tones. Her voice was one of bell-like chimes, from rich and full to a sweet lullaby. Brushing up against her brother gently, similar pelts swirling together in a earthy beauty, Vashti tried to emit comfort. "The fault lies elsewhere. The Shield remains strong." A title she gave him when they were little and the abuse grew in brutality, he was always there to take the brunt of it. But now she felt she must shield him emotionally.

Vidarii
Yay!!!!

[Vidarii]

A sight rarely seen crossed the tan and copper of that muzzle, blacken tip twitched, a faint warm smile holding nothing but love and affection for his sister split that maw in a small smile at the concern that was evident in his sisters musical tones. He knew she feared the bites and tears matted by blood that speckled his shoulders and neck worried her, if infection set in than it very well could end in his death. But finding food and shelter too first place in what was needed at the moment. So he would down play his injuries, lifting his cranium with pride as he spoke with that deep liquid voice, his typical smirk changing his expression once more.

“Pain is in the flight,
An inevitable ebb and flow,
Mild compared to the sight,
In time new flesh will grow.”

With that said he further distracted his sister from the painful wounds by redirecting her attention to their need for food, he knew they both were tired, their limbs holding little strength after they fled from the prosecution of their now former pack. While only their Teacher had been present at the accident, he had been swift to call for the others. Had Dar not shoved his sister away, forcing them to run they would have lost their own lives to the blind rage of the pack. Jaws clench in irritation, the fools, so blinded by their fear of the unknown, of what was different from them, had never chosen to accept the pair as they were. He was very much aware that his sister, as well as himself, did not fall into what was considered normal among wolves. But in all honesty was the way they spoke, the effortlessness with which they worked with one another something to be shunned? Not to his way of thinking, in fact their skills should have been valued.

Even as he thought about this his attention was focused on his sister as she sought the presence of a possible supper, when she spoke again he would experience a moment of longing for the sweet flavor of fresh deer, but his practical side quickly suppressed the desire, again from the depths of that throat his voice rose to intone.

“The one who can gnaw,
Is a tiny feast,
An easy draw,
That will satisfy this beast.”

The sleek lupine skull rose, muzzle pointed skyward as he took in a deep breath seeking the scents his sister had found, because of this when she spoke again pressing her side against his he would be startled, but that emotion shifted and was gone as swiftly as it had appeared, briefly he would twist his head back dropping his chin across his sisters shoulders in a form of a hug before releasing her once again. His words where low, a soft murmur for her and her alone, despite the fact that there was no others anywhere nearby that could have heard him. But the tone spoke as much if not more so then the words, conveying his feelings to his sister in the only way he knew how.

“A broken levy,
That shadows bend,
A heart so heavy,
Time will mend.”

Word Count: 538
Tag: Vashti
Muse: Dances!!
Notes:

[Vashti]

She should have expected such nonchalance from him regarding the tears across his body but her innate desire to care for him only meant she would worry for him. Even if she knew he was right and wounds would heal.

He chose rodents, an easy mark. Hopefully with enough to strengthen them for a larger hunt later when their appetites could truly be satisfied. She rolled her shoulders forward to coax her remaining strength for the task, there was no way she would make him do all the work. Protect her, yes. But she would share in whatever task he would participate in.

Searching carefully while still letting part of her mind remain with her brother, Vashti listened to his rhyme and nodded. Time would mend. She didn't wish for him to forget to tragedy but pain may not let him heal of he took it to heart forever. What a predicament she was in. Wanting him to be happy but their siblings were no longer...alive because of them. How could they move on?

Then her ears pricked and a riddle danced upon her lips, "The more you take, the more you leave behind." She said cryptically as she scanned the ground with her silvery gaze. The was no doubt he knew what she meant, he always did. He was the only one who seemed to understand her. The scent was strong but now they had more than that to go off of. She looked over her shoulder, watching for his signal. A twitch of her tail implied she was ready when he was. 

The pain in her limbs melted away with the promise of the hunt, exhaustion turned to adrenaline as her heart sped up, she could almost feel the blood pump through her veins. Hunkering down and ready to spring but for now the painted female became still as a stone only the sides of her torso slightly rounding and sinking in with each breath she took.

Vidarii

[Vidarii]

It was as plain as day the meaning of the words she spoke. He had never understood how those around them could fail so utterly at understanding a simple string of sentences. More often than not he and his sister would break away from the main pack, to hunt on their own, granted they would always return with their kill, an offering in an attempt to appease those who scorned them. The meat was always welcomed, but not so much the pair who brought it to hungry bellies. On afternoons when they had stalked, as dark earthly shadows, barely a whisper over the land he would allow himself to think of the pack, to wonder at their unreasonable hatred, to try and puzzle through the confusion he held towards them. But try as he did it was one riddle he never could unscramble.

“Precious memories kept,
Even upon a funeral pyre,
Give life to a single footstep,
Treading through fire.”

The silvery grey of his eyes would close briefly as he uttered a softly spoken reply. Even in a whisper there was no denying the depths of his voice that rumbled throughout his chest. For the moment the matter would be dropped as both their attentions turned to the scampering of tiny claws against the chilly earth, not just a single sole but a small nest, the scent of untried young held a ripe tantalizing allure. It would be a small meal barely a mouthful or two for each of them. But even that little bit of energy would be enough to push them forward to find shelter and regain the strength lost in their flight. Muscles coiled, a strength held in reserve pressed forward while he allowed a single ear to drop to the right. A signal for his sister to move, even as she focused on the main nest Dar was ready to snatch any possible escapees., a quick launch and vicious snap and their lives were nothing but memories. Much like his sister and most likely his brother, for the first time ever a hint of remorse pierced his heart as he peered down at the lifeless bodies. The image of their sisters twisted form still fresh in his mind over lapped those meager forms before he made a swift almost savage shake to his head, lifting his eyes to meet Vashti. That roguish grin crossing his maw as a thought spilled forward from his lips.

“In shadows we will play,
In the light we will dine,
Life anew will never stray,
Never again to be confine.”

With those simple words he would push the tragedy into the dark recesses of his heart and focus on the life they would live from this moment forward. It was a lesson he would never ever forget, but it wasn’t in him to punish himself let alone his sister with things that cannot be changed.

Once the bounty was piled up he would take two of the smallest mice and leave the rest for his sister. Knowing she’d understand that he felt she needed more strength then he because once they found some kind of shelter and he finally allowed his damaged body to rest that it would likely be several days before he’d be able to move again so she would be put in the position of provider for the time being. It had been the same routine. After every physical attack that he had shielded her from he would be left wounded and weak, and because they were considered the omegas of the pack there had been little or nothing left of any kills the hunters brought in. So Vashti would slip out in the cover of darkness to provide a meal for them both. It had been a precarious existence they had suffered, made more so by the unfounded hatred of their kin. Still he never attacked back, had only taken the abuse, and paid the foolish back later with prank after prank, taking pleasure in their varied reactions, from disgust, to anger, to pure foolishness.

That roguish smirk rested on his maw, a sight that would be familiar and hopefully comforting to his sister. The twinkle of mischief in his gaze brighten their already eerie glow, eyes that matched his sister precisely.

Word Count: 719
Tag: Vashti
Muse: Dances!!
Notes:

[Vashti]

The part of her that wished to comfort him was tugging at her but the business of food first. It had to come first, they couldn't last on sheer willpower for very long. He needed this just as much as she did, if not more so his gashes could heal more readily. So there she was ready to spring. Their teamwork about to commence once more in a way their birth pack really couldn't grasp but to them was as natural as breathing.

At his signal, she pounced into the air, graceful and lithe aiming to land just so over the nest. Small oval paws planted on the ground almost exactly as she planned and soon scurrying rodents spilled out around her. Snapping here and there to catch a few unlucky specimens, Vashti simply tossed the carcasses she was able to catch over her shoulder so she could focus on snarling a few more. 

Almost as as fast as it started, it was over. The survivors darted off in tufts of grass or dead wood to find their sanctuary from the matching pair of wolves who piled up their brethren for a meal. Tossing a crooked smile to her brother before standing aside to let him choose his morsels. She wished to let him take more but knew better than to say anything regarding it. Roles would switch very soon where she would be shield and provider as he would focus on recovering. 

Laying down to relax her own tense muscles, Vashti nibbled on her bounty even though she wished to wolf each remaining one down. No, she would savor the first hunt they accomplished together since they were now on their own. She wondered if she ought to feel sad, scared or something since they were no pack less. But she couldn't conjure up any strong feeling other than a type of relief. Yes it was a tragic reason why they had to leave but now they wouldn't be faced with such persecution day after day.

Looking up at Vidarii, she saw that special glint in his eyes and she curled up the edges of her mouth in response. Yes together they would be fine.

But a place to rest was becoming ever more important. Looking up, the grey eyed vixen noted, "The more there is, the less you see." Not knowing exactly where they were made travel by day more desirable but the sun wouldn't stand still forever, night would be here soon enough. 

Standing up once again, she stepped near her brother, ready when he was to move on and seek cover.

Vidarii

[Vidarii]

Would give a simple nod at his sister's comment of the on coming night, passing beside her as she stepped close allowed him to gently nuzzle her next, assuring himself that she was well enough for travel. Limbs and body stiff and painful. Still Dare knew they had more land to travel before they could really relax. Despite the fatigue that filled his frame he pushed onward, the silver grey of those eyes alert for a safe place to curl up for the night.

This pattern repeated for days, those days turned into weeks as they moved stealthily from one occupied land to another, easily evading other wolves. The wounds Vidarii sustained healed, the fur lost would begin to regrow. And with it his strength returned. The terrain had changed drastically from the lands of their birth. No longer were the trees towering and thickly placed, instead rocks and massive boulders dotted a desert like land, the warmer climate pleased Dare even as he considered the possibility of remaining here. The scents of other wolves were few. Still he was undecided until at long last they came to an oasis, a flowing creek that looked as if it would never run dry.

A pause in step allowed the earthly toned wolf to peer over at his sister.

Pray is fair,
water plentiful,
the land may be bare,
but still is beautiful.

That masked skull tipped eyeing her curiously. This could possibly be home, that word held so much value, and yet so little to him. Home meant a family, a pack, a place to protect. It was a responsibility that battled within his heart. The need to provide a stable place for his sister, and the need for adventure and mischief that was as ingrained in him as breathing.

Word Count: 300
Tag: Vashti
Muse: Don't ask lmao
Notes:

[Vashti]

Once their journey began again it was merely a repetitive cycle, no real reprieve for the tired siblings on the run. Vashti kept her brother close not that it was an unusual thing but her concern over his wounds made her especially attentive to not leave him alone for long. Despite her own aching muscles, she was diligent to her care for Vidarii. 

Slowly he healed, slowly his wounds sealed and replaced by soft fuzzy pup like fur until it grew longer, thicker and more protective of the new skin beneath it. As he improved, her diligence remained in case of a relapse although show knew it was unlikely since his hurts clearly were out of danger now. 

A search for a new home seemed endless, joining another pack seemed to turn the saliva in her mouth bitter at the sheer thought of it. Why should they accept them? There was no basis she could come up with for why anyone would treat them differently than all the wolves they knew. 

They were alone. But a glimmer of hope sparked deep within the recesses of her heart that they may not always be alone. Perhaps by some freak of a chance that they could forge a path for those unlucky enough to face trials similar to theirs. It was a dim hope by all means but she clung to it on the long hard days that followed. 

Every night, she licked her raw paws and dreamt of brighter days. Her brother and she were now free to make their own choices without the burden of punishment. A blessing in disguise.

Right when her view began to brighten, Vidarii added even more light upon it. This seemingly desolate place was more than what it seemed. Together they could make it a home. "A desolate haven for the outcasts of earth." She uttered, the closest thing to a straight clear answer she probably ever gave. "To lay ones head, to keep one fed, what more is required?"

Vidarii

[Vidarii]

A smirk coiled across the brutes muzzle, the pale silvered gray of those brilliant gems glittered in the light as they were cast across the land.

"A land of outcasts,
do you see what lasts?
A land of mischief,
The sands of time sift.
A land so desolate,
one can find a whisper of fate..."

The depths of his voice intoned, that cranium rose to a proud angle, as did the wariness of that tail. Now that they were in agreement it was merely a matter of finding adequate shelter, and the rumbling in his belly told him it was time they sought a larger more filling prey. Mice and rabbits were well and good, but something far more substantial was needed in order to gain and hold strength.

"Barren, yet plentiful.
My beloved sister...
A proper hunt is needful.
More than a tiny twister.."

Despite the freshly healed wounds covered in a thin film of fur that would steadily grow to conceal the minor scars, Vidarii looked refreshed, excited. That listless expression that only his sister would have been able to detect was fading fast from the masked wolf's visage, replaced by an inner light shining through. It was true, that if he paused for to long he would remember the twisted broken bodies of his siblings, would remember the horror and pain that came with the knowledge that he caused them to be that way. Would linger and dwell on the lesson he would never forget, and the depths of that depression would drag him back down into their unrelenting grasp.

So he focused instead of what lay before them rather than what lay in the past.

"To learn the land
we must explore beforehand."

Though the scent of wolves in this land were few, and rather old that did not necessarily mean there was a lacking of canine dwellers. It merely meant that they had not crossed a fresh track yet, so they could not let their guard down even in the slightest, at least not yet.

That gaze twisted towards his sister stepping close to press his cheek to hers in a gesture of affection they had developed long before they had exited their mothers den for the first time. Often, when surrounded by others, they would sleep cheek to cheek, watching the others back. To them it was as natural as breathing.

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words: 398
tags: Vashti
muse: -Grins-
ooc:

[Vashti]

text. "speech." thoughts.

Nodding to herself with no real comment to make on the subject for now, Vashti looked out at the beauty that was unfolding out before them like the earth was waiting for them to discover how precious it was here. Most would have simply moved on looking for the obvious treasures the island had to give, but Vash and her brother were some of the few who could see beyond face value. It was their gift.

Even Dare seemed to be lit up with the hope offered to them, momentarily forgetting his pain that would surely return. But she wanted him to relish it. There was opportunity here that was suffocated elsewhere.

Feeling his face so close to hers, she closed her pale eyes and smiled ever so lightly. Wherever he was that was where she had to be. Their bond couldn't be severed and had endured so much already, she just knew they would always look out for each other. It was who they were and now they were free to be themselves without judgement, reprimand or punishment. They had a bond so many would kill for, but they had the luck to be there from the beginning. 

"She wishes to welcome her Shield home." She smiled and turned her face closer to him, burying her face in her brothers fur. 

But he was right they would have to explore and know this land as well as they could. Time was on their side and she intended to make the most of it, learning every nook and cranny, memorizing it so she knew it just as well as Vidarriis features. Wordlessly, she pushed him softly so they could begin walking together in the envisioned paradise.

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tags: Vidarii

muse: Survivable

ooc: First post with pretty new table!!!!

[Evangeline]

A creature that seemed as plain as could be, was crouched among plant life in the snow near the now frozen water, seeking a drink. She, for some unknown reason, had been following a trail of two wolves. Normally she wouldn't follow others, but she was following these two. Maybe it was because their tracks were easy to follow with snow and their scents were now fresh. No matter what it was, she followed. Though he had lost track of them at one point, seeking something small to take the edge of hunger off her mind. Since then, she had been trying to find the two wolves again.

Having her fill to drink, she rose again, forgetting how stiff her muscles were were they had been broken when she was still a young creature. She had to stand there kinda awkwardly as they remembered what they were suppose to be doing. When she was able to move, she slowly made her way down the stream. At the rate she was moving, she may as well as be on the ground crawling. After a few steps, the multi-colored wolf stopped again to let her muscles ease up a little before she would try to seek the wolves out again. Until then, she would let herself rest a little.

Eva could feel her good muscles and limbs twitch with the urge to run, but the damaged parts said otherwise. "Must they start acting differently at the same time?"She mumbled quietly to herself as she tried to stand again, making sure to stretch out her limbs the best she could. As the muscles strained as she stretched them, she could feel the tightness of her past. No matter how hard she tried, she seemed to have never been able to get past it. It was a complete pain whenever she was on a hunt, or was traveling somewhere, but there were times she pushed past the stiffness in hopes to make it better.



Word Count: 330
Tags: Vidarii, Vashti
Muse: Yays!
Notes: Forgive me, may take a little while to figure out how to play a wounded creature.

[Vidarii]

A warm deep chuckle vibrated the depths of that chest as Vidarii returned the affectionate nuzzle, content for the moment at his sister's words. Remaining in that stance for several heartbeats before the gentle shove of his sister told him she was more then ready to explore the land. For a moment the pure clear pale gray of those eyes were cast over his shoulder back along the path they had come from. It was true they had done little for nearly a week to conceal their trail, and in doing so the pair had picked up a tail. Curiosity had grown about the lone female, but Vashti and himself agreed to let her be until they were settled and able to face her while maintaining the upper paw.

"Time to greet,
Our persistent tail?
Slowing upon her traveling feet,
The winds have fallen from her sail?"

Dare spoke lightly, curious if the she-wolf decided to give up following them. It still puzzled the male as to why anyone would follow them outside of their birth pack, but it would be interesting to find out. Twisting his skull to the right, the question is apparent in his gaze as he watched his sibling. There may even be opportunity for a bit of mischief in this situation.

It had been a prank that caused this forced journey on the sibling pair, but thus far it seems to be working out for the best, at least for Vash and himself. And the desire to create chaos burned deep in his belly. It was a insatiable need that his beloved sister shared with him. That familiar smirk coiled across his muzzle as he shifted his weight, back down the trail they had come he would turn. The twitching black nares took in deep the scents found on earth and ground seeking that of their follower. He knew Vashti would be at his side in an instant even if she did not agree the time was right. Vidarii had reached the end of his patience and his curiosity had long since busted its lid and flowed in a steadily increasing torrent. He NEEDED to know.

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words: 368
tags: Vashti / Evangeline / Open
muse: x.x
ooc:

[Maikoa]

Mere hours had passed since the scrawny, limp body of the grey and white hued female had been washed up onto the rocky surface of solid land. At the time, she was slipping in and out of light unconsciousness though she was pretty sure she remembered tasting the saltiness of her own blood and seeing the receding water of the waves running red before returning clean again a moment later to pour over her weak body another time. Her memory regarding the most recent occurrences were foggy to her. The length of time at sea was completely incomprehensible, and so was the amount of time lying motionless at the edge of the ocean before regaining enough strength and willpower in order to pull her dripping body off of the cold hard ground and into the dizzying reality.

It was obvious that Maikoa was no longer in Africa. Or, at least, the lanky canine was certain that this was nowhere near the area of Africa she had lived all of her life. This only meant one thing: she was now the Synodeía. This was her land that she must now serve for the remainder of her life just like her own mother had done in the time before her. An odd foreboding feeling itched at her stomach. This moment was supposed to be eye opening and clarifying to her, but instead she felt nothing. She felt nothing as she ate some berries that didn’t do much to regain her energy but wouldn’t harm her either. She felt nothing as she wandered aimlessly through a barren valley and discovered a creek to drink from and follow pointlessly. Then, she felt nothing as the scent trail of three wolves entered her nostrils. This nothingness was calming to the Grey femme, and she continued on her way to nowhere.

Soon enough, she caught up to the trio of wolves that she had so luckily caught a whiff of not long before. Her crimson red oculars focused in on the small group ahead of her as she remained crouched downwind of the animals. A devilish smile spread upon her snout as she absorbed the scene. Two shockingly similar looking canines were being blatantly followed by a third who was not the stealthiest of her kind. Deciding she could use the entertainment of the spectacle unfolding not so far away, Maikoa sauntered swiftly up behind the limping canine and crouched again a few yards behind. She was aware of her partial visibility but wasn’t trying to conceal herself either. The twisted female lived off of confrontations such as this and becoming part of the action would only entertain her numbed self further. Having already calculated a precise escape plan in case things got ugly, the scarred wolfess felt content with her physical safety among these possibly foreign creatures.


"speech."
thoughts.

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word count: 476
tags: Vashti ; Evangeline ; Vidarii
muse: so-so. just trying to feel her out as a character right now
ooc notes: so exciting

[Vashti]

text. "speech." thoughts.

Walking forward to continue their journey, her sweet brothers words caused her to halt and look back. He wanted to meet their shadow, as did she and now with his health having returned anew it would be an appropriate time to do so. Nodding silently in agreement, Vashti let her silvery gaze, the one so much like her brothers, dance over the barren paradise they had already loved so much. "Sun or moon shall the shadow be?" She wondered aloud, of course whether whomever was tracking them would be the one to answer that question best. Yet she still wanted to hear his guess on whether they had good or evil intentions.

Following her brothers lead, the matching pair searched for this stranger. She could practically feel the rippling sensation from Vidarii to start something and she wasn't far behind. Their last escapade was still fresh in their hearts, but mischief was in their nature and something they just couldn't deny even if they wanted to. Which frankly Vash never would even consider trying to meld in with the norm. She thought it frustrating and boring, what kind of a life would that be? To just simply exist with no true legacy? Worthless.

Having her sights on the wolf, Vash glanced to her brother. Something was wrong with this one. Wounded perhaps or some permanent handicap? Why were they following the siblings in such a state? She had to wonder at such things and honestly she didn't care for it. It was her job to confuse others not to be confused. Frustration arose within her but bit her tongue to not let it control her. Things had to be put back in order and a game seemed the only way to make it happen. But before she could begin to execute, the wind brought a fourth player to her attention. "Fate evening the odds..." She mused as she registered the salty scent. A lost soul or simply someone out for a swim...in the dead of winter...? Casting a sideways glance, she said nothing but the look in her eyes suggested she saw them as contenders for the time being.

Perhaps she was being to defensive but since this was her first encounter with wolves since their pack, she could only expect them to be judged just as harshly as those she and Vidarii were raised with. Soon enough she would find out. But she would be ready, her Shield would not be torn from her nor did she want him to receive such horrid wounds again. Glancing at the recently healed scars, her resolve doubled instantly. Perhaps it would be her turn to be his shield if things turned bad.

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tags: Vidarii Maikoa Evangeline

muse: Yee haw good!

ooc: Moody Vash

[Evangeline]

Looking around again, she was surprised to find one wolf coming from the direction that she had come from, as well as the two she had been following, trailing back. The only thing she could do now, was to sit and wait for what ever it was they brought upon her. "Greetings friends." Her voice was loud and clear with a friendly tone to it as she spoke. "Please know I do not mean any trouble." She added calmly as they got closer.

There was something about the way they moved that had her wondering what they were up to as they even closer. She wasn't one to pick anything, but she was usually the one to end it. Though sometimes, her perkiness did come off as offensive to some wolves, so she decided to play it on the safe side. "The name is Evangeline, but many know me by simply Eva since my name can normally be such a mouth full. Can I ask you all for your names?" Hoping that they would be friendly, the wounded creature tilted her head a little and watched the two wolves that looked as if one had a mirrior attached to themselves, but she could already tell that there were those few small differences that she had caught onto as they got closer. If she was to become friends with these strange, mirriored creatures, she would have to learn the differences between the two; no matter how hard that would be. But for now, all she seeked were the names of the three creatures.

"If you wish for me to leave, then I shall." Even though leaving would not be much of an option for her until her muscles were no longer as sore, she would still leave in time. Leaving a place unknown to packs though, would be kind of hard for her. It gave her the pleasure of being alone or doing as she wished in a place that others do not call home or is full of loners. Plus she was sure she would find her way back to this place one way or another after she had slowly fallen to love the land here.


Word Count: 378
Tags: Vidarii, Vashti, Maikoa
Muse: Fun
Notes: Poor Eva is only one with no table yet