The wind calls my name {Open}

[sharubii]

The gentle tatta tatta tat of the miniscule raindrops drumming against the soft, newly-green grass ricocheted through the wolf's ears and made her eardrums thrum pleasantly. It was nothing but a light rain; overhead, it was still relatively light, if not murky-colored from he thin clouds that seemed to loom closer to the ground than normal; then again, it always looked that way to her.

Sharubii was sitting down quietly in the middle of the plain, the thin shower coating her obsidian fur with beadlets of rainwater and, in some patches, dampening it enough so that she could feel it on her skin. Her whiskers were sticking to the sides of her broad muzzle -- not the most pleasant feeling, but she could live with it -- and wouldn't get off, even after rigorously swiping her tongue over it ineffectually in an effort to dislodge the things. She should get to shelter, on the double, but the thing was, the female didn't feel like it. Her amber eyes, darkened by the oncoming of the drizzle, were narrowed so that they resembled almonds; her back was stooped and her shoulders hunched, and her tail was curled extremely loosely around her left side, like some domestic dog curling up near its owner's feet after a hefty meal. The rain made her feel relaxed, even if the wetness was slightly vexing; it didn't concern her much though, so she stayed where she was, without a care in the world.

Or, without any immediate cares. She could return to her previous lifestyle later; of pick-and-run, of meet-and-go, of a never-ending whirlwind like chain of running, running for almost no reason at all. Like a pioneer, she smirked to herself, turning her head slightly to the side, to where a stray wildflower was sitting, rooted to the ground. Its entire being was twitching as the raindrops pounded on its delicate frame; why did all beautiful things have to be so weak?

That was why she was not beautiful.

Sharubii chuckled darkly to herself, and turned her head away from the flower in something related to disgust. Why be beautiful and fragile, when you could be ugly and, most of all, be able to survive?

[ayashe]

The sound of the rain falling down. How it was like music to Ayashe's twin peaks. The young fae was laying down upon the plains wet and soggy terrain floor. Different flowers of colors were tickling her sides as the wind blew softly by. A whisper was in the air from the singing rain. Her twin peaks perked up more to listen carefully as she closed her optic lids. Raindrop keeps falling on my head...but luckily its just hiding the tears in my face. Let the rain fall down...and take me away. So let the rain take me away.

Ayashe softly sighs as she placed her crania upon her front paws, her muzzle wrinkling some from feeling the rain drops tickling her. How she loves to lay out in the rain. It was relaxing and calming. The fae slowly rolled onto her back, wagging her soft fluffed tail from left to right. The rain drops were tickling her small, soft belly. She howled in laughter, it felt that amazing and soothing to her. Her soft hazel brown hues gazed up to the sky above her, watching the grayish sky as it let the rain pour down on the plains. So much for spring, she thought. Hopefully the sun will appear soon. Turning around once more and sitting up properly upon her haunches, she curls her tail around up besides her. Shoulders were broaden, crania was high up as well with her twin peaks. Her muzzle twitched some, for her nasals caught in a scent from the moist air. Another wolven around? Ayashe scanned around in her surroundings, but doesn't see the other varg no where in her sight. Maybe the wolf would know this place better than me since I'm new around in this part of the land. Although Ayashe was new to this land, she wondered if she would meet others as well. Would they be nice or devious? The young yearling had no clue, but it wouldn't stop her to try to meet others... at least..that is if she tells herself that.

Slowly with ease, she stands up upon all fours, shaking her wet black dirty brownish fur. An appearance of a mixture between a tundra and a Mexican wolf. For such a small size, she had a strong heart and is very adventurous, yet curious sometimes. After being separated with her two brothers from an earthquake, she stood tall and would be the best as her brothers would want her to always be. She doesn't know if they are alive or not, but Ayashe always carries her brothers within her heart and soul. Turning to her right, she perked her twin peaks up more to hear any sudden movements near by. Moving forward through the light pouring rain, she pads along slowly through th field of the plains. What would she expect for being a new comer to these part of the lands? Would there be problems coming along the way with others? From wandering to different places, she doesn't know if she'll call a place a home. Thats all she wants more than anything at the moment..some where to call home.

[sharubii]

The thrumming of the rain in her ears masked most of the gentle rhythmic thuds that tickled and jeered at her eardrums. Sharubii gazed around at the light gloom around her, ignoring the randomly placed twinkling in her peripheral vision when a droplet of rain caught in the weakened sunlight. There was something in the distance, she was certain: it looked to be moving slowly towards her, or was it a play of the hazy sun above? Or perhaps the constantly falling raindrops put some kind of mind-image into her eyes? Whatever the cause, it wasn't her concern, and she looked away, determined to convince herself that indeed, there was nothing there, and she was just being... Ah, what was it? Paranoid? Perhaps. It wasn't as if she was crazy or anything, nor was she a helpless pup -- thank the heavens for that -- who was prone to waking nightmares of wolf-eaters and raven-monsters. No, she wouldn't let this... this thing bother her.

Sharubii didn't have much choice, though, as the wraith-figure got closer and, indeed, the black fae realized it wasn't her imagination at all: her nostrils picked up a stray scent, dampened and dulled by the drizzle in the plains. Her head whipped to the side, where she could see the form, now becoming more and more distinct in the thin silk blanket of the rain: some kind of canine, it appeared, and by the scent that lingered in the recesses of her nostrils, a wolf. Not the most convenient of times, she thought to herself, but nevertheless she hoisted herself up and took the effort -- her, took the effort! -- to walk slowly towards the advancing figure, her damp features contorted slightly to display annoyance at the untimely entrance of the stranger. Oh well, at least she was in neutral lands; it couldn't get any worse than a little tiff, right?

"Yes, who is it?" Sharubii called, raising her voice way over her normal, rasp-talking volume to encompass any mind-bearing animal within a ten-yard radius. Of course, she would have a problem if the creature coming towards her was hard of hearing, or deaf; she didn't have the patience for repeating her phrases or miming what she could have easily depicted with words.

[zeclaire]

Brownish red eyes seemed to skim over the lovely Chamoru Plains. Observing the game, yet not really wanting to feast on any of them. Well, that is except a small yellow butterfly floating around the air. Butterflies often caught the pup's attention, and the pup always seemed to chase them. Perhaps it was just a pup thing. Or perhaps it was just her thing.

The red wolf pup's white little paws moved quickly to stalk the butterfly, halting when ever it did. The pup was completely care free, and was not truly concerned if she was intruding on another's territory. At this point in time, all the pup wanted was that yellow butterfly the stuck out in the air like a sore thumb.

Luckily the pup could somewhat blend in with her surroundings, seeing as she was small enough to hide in the bushes and surrounding shrubbery. A sudden gust of wind came from the northern direction of her, blowing two scents into her small little black nose. To her the scents were unknown, and she halted, completely ignoring the butterfly.

Of course, like the curios little puppy she was, Zeclaire went towards the two new scents, wanting to observe them. That's when she spotted a female that looked somewhat nice, but as she was always told by strangers 'Looks can be desciving...'She mumbled to herself as her brownish eyes spotted another female.

She crouched down to the ground and began to observe them. Wanting to know who they were, where she had stumbled into, she remained calm and still, hoping to hear a glimpse of their conversation. The slight little sprinkle that was coming from the sky hadn't really affected her until now, mainly because now he pelt was more wet, and it somewhat annoyed the pup. She shook her fur a little, still trying to be as quiet as she could be. But, of course, the accident-prone little puppy sneezed, knowing she was busted now.

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[rosco]

Sudden movements was moving the plain's floor. Massive mitts decomposed the talon's of a brute; digging beneath the earth's surface. Triangular peaks perked upon above the brute's crania, listening to the rain as well within his surroundings. His Sapphire aqua opticals were looking in his front direction then around him, as the putnar's plumage slowly swayed from left to right behind his massive form. A serious look was place upon the brute's face. His nasals flared into a snort as he sat upon his haunches, sitting in the moist rain. From feeling the wetness in his pelt, he shook his body to keep himself dry. "Damn rain...", he mumbled to himself. "If i needed a bath, I would jump in a lake myself." Khoru shook his crania in irritation. Stubborn he was, he knew that for sure. However, that didn't stop him from being who he is now. He has been traveling into many different terras for sometime. Not looking for a suitable home, for he would bring danger to where ever he goes. No other wolf would accept him for who he is and what he is..a dire wolf. Ruthless and vicious as he is, Khoru won't stand for nothing. Enjoying the sounds of his prey begging for mercy beneath his paws amuses him. Next thing they know, they're choking from their own pool of blood. Not anyone has ever dared to come cross his path. No one.

The brute slowly rose up from his haunches and slowly pads through the flowers of the plains. How he hated colorful views. He growls. While padding along through the plains, Khoru stops into a halt as he caught scents in the air. Deeply he inhale and exhales the scents. The brute's labra curled back into a devilish grin. "Two faes and a whelp...how nice." He lowered his formation below to his haunches as low as he possibly could to approach to the other new comers. He would have to see these disgusting beings before trying to do any dirty business with them. Just for fun. He was a certain trouble maker alright. He growled lowly in amusement. Once being near to one of the faes that is wandering around, he kept his guard down to observe her. Khoru's triangular peaks a rose from hearing a voice that was heard. His opticals glared through the plains as he caught sight of another fae. He narrowed his opticals as he snorts in disgust. Faes...All now he was looking for was the whelp that smelt like a fae as well. The brute shook his crania more, smirking. Don't they know that its dangerous out here in the wide open plains..anyone could just harm these pitiful wolves in a instant.He always believed that faes weren't always the smartest, for they would do anything just to mess up a brute's mind. He chuckled harshly at the thought of it. Remaining quiet, Khoru's triangular peaks pinned back against his crania as he silently watches the faes from his view, waiting to see what will happen next. He would listen to their conversation if either of them make contact to each other. For the moment, he remain out of their sight, until something interesting comes up.

[ayashe]

Ayashe came into a stop as she heard a soft voice that dwelt with the wind; like a whisper. It must of have been the other wolven that she had caught scent from. Would she respond to some stranger? Ayashe kept herself quiet as the wind swiftly blew by with the rain; as her muzzle caught two new scents; a whelp and a brute. How many more wolves were around hiding in the plains? They must be travelers like me, she thought. Her heart was beating in rhythm against her torso, feeling nervous for knowing that others were some where around near by, and that she wasn’t alone. Was it safe to be here? Would it be a smart move to make contact with them? For her to be curious and shy, Ayashe lets out a low, small howl to let the others that she is near by in the area. As for the wolf who spoke out from the wide open, she responded loudly enough for the other fae to hear. “I mean you no harm. I am just passing through.” Her voice fades in the wind. Ayashe wanted to know where she was. Whether if this was a territory or not. Although, if there are other wolvens around, it’s probably not. She sighed in relief. Leaving from where she stood, Ayashe went to go look for the other fae to ask where she is located.

Her soft brown hazel hues scanned around in her surroundings as she slowly pads through the plains in a short distance. Where could the others be? Ayashe didn’t have any more time to waste. Each step she took would leave behind her paw prints upon the wet, soiled floor of the plains. The gray sky was shifting into clear colors; for the rain was now sprinkling and was not pouring down as much. Ayashe gazed up to the sky, watching the clouds forming into small shapes. The rain is slowly stopping…the fae smiled. Soon Ayashe finally caught sight of the other fae in her presence. The other wolven was sitting, but was looking suspicious. Ayashe stood her ground, her thick soft grayish tail hanging low behind her. She wouldn’t want to intrude the varg’s space, or come any closer to her. She lowered her crania as she bowed to greet the other fae in respect, for she had the appearance of an adult wolf. Ayashe was respectful for those who stood taller than her. Even though she is quite young for a yearling, her time will come when she reaches to her adult hood. She also appeared to be smaller than the stranger. That was not the case, though. Maybe she could help me, she thought. I wouldn’t want to waste any of her time, though. She cautiously sat down upon her haunches, keeping her distance from the fae.

“Are you a traveler yourself, Ma’am,” she asked softly in a low toned voice. Ayashe always found it pleasant to meet others who have traveled from many places. Her twin peaks twitched a side some; feeling goose bumps flowing down in her spinal chord from the breezy, chilled wind. I wonder who else I wound encounter with. Just thinking about meeting new wolvens some what made her excited. Her tail began to wag from this thought. A small sneeze was to be heard, which caught her attention. She shook her crania. Must be the little one. She smiled.

Something stirred into Ayashe’s mind. For some reason, the thought of one of the scents she caught moments ago. The brute. Not just any particular varg...something much more..something that made her feel uncomfortable. Was danger here as well?

[sharubii]

Before she could plainly see the other wolf before her, Sharubii caught a whiff of two other scents. They were familiar, but not in the remembrance sense; no, she didn't know who exactly they were -- she never did, because she had never interacted much with the others in these lands -- or, at least, she never remembered interacting much. No, she knew that they were others of her kind: wolves, and as far as her nose told her, a male and a little pup. She smiled bitterly, her lips cocking up on one side in a humorless grin. If it came to a fight, even if there were to be one of these strangers on her side, then she would surely have to flee or die fighting. Perhaps this was a family, she mused; even though she'd never seen a family about this area, it didn't mean that there couldn't be one, correct? The female, the male, the little pup -- even though they were scattered everywhere, and the only visible wolf would have been the one in front of her, slowly creeping towards her, it certainly wasn't impossible.

She took another quick sniff of the dampened air around her. She smelled the flowers, heavy with the pollen they bore and the dead weight of rainwater trapped in those little cup-like petal formations. She smelled the pup, hiding behind a bush in the periphery of her eyes' range of sight -- it didn't seem like it could be much of a threat. Well, of course not; it was a pupt, for goodness' sake! Then she scented the female, who didn't smell or look like she was about to attack. The male, then; Sharubii wrinkled her obsidian-black nose when she caught the masculine odor, and the hint of something else mingling along with it. She pursed her lips and almost bared her wolven teeth. She was sure that the brute was out to harm her, or worse.

By the time she broke out of her reverie, the female had approached so that she was incredibly close -- to Sharubii's standards, that was. There was a new buzzing in her ears now, and it took her a moment or two of contemplation to realize that it was the stranger that stood before her -- she was speaking to her. "Mean me no harm?" the black wolf echoed, turning her muzzle down and peering at the slightly smaller wolf from the top corners of her amber eyes. "This is not my lands, if that's what you think." Then, she pricked those triangles of ears she harbored upon her head. What was that little, abrupt sound? She took a quick peek to her side; it seemed to come from the bush. Well, at least she knew the pup wasn't in her imagination now.

"Traveler?" Sharubii almost laughed. "As if. No; I don't travel around like a useless nomad. Takes too much energy." She shook her head with vigor, dislodging a few accumulated drops of rainwater. "I'm nothing but a loner, a stupid, packless loner who has the gall to live here, near real packs. I enjoy hindering the existance of these packs, with my disturbing solitude that would have been the greatest bane to a real wolf," she said sarcastically, letting a little spittle drip from the side of her mouth. Packs. Hah. "And stop that 'Ma'am' business. I'm not much older than you, I think. I don't want to be treated like a hag." Sharubii sniffed and twitched her nose.

[rosco]

The howl from the fae made the brute’s aqua opticals narrowed. He shook his crania in disbelief. No wonder they appear to be so weak. His nasals snorted. Khoru lowered his massive formation upon the terrain floor as the yearling fae passed by his view. She is probably going to go communicate with the fae. Heh. The varg slowly crawled through the wet-dapped flowers that dripped droplets from the rain; dragging his large body. Slowly he stops as he was near enough to hear their conversation between the two of them. The scent from a whelp also lingered through his nasals. His aqua opticals glared. Odd. Why would a runt be here by itself? Such nonsense. Of course, Khoru didn’t know if the pup came here alone. Khoru looked at the two faes before him. Perhaps one of them is its mother. If so, why were they not looking after it? Hmm, perhaps not then. They wouldn’t be that pathetic to let their own kin out in the open all by itself. From thinking this remark, Khoru though about his mother, Scarlet. How sensitive and compassionate she was, just like his two youngest siblings: Mantra and Demolisher. They were the complete opposite that Khoru can never be. He was starting to become more on his soft side that was hidden deep within his torturous soul. The day his sister, Demolisher, was born, it changed his heart into something he never wanted to be. A loving brother.

The brute reminisced those times he had with his siblings, before they were chased off by angry packs that lived in their homeland. Khoru put the blame on his self for his parent’s death. Remembering the angry faces that were placed upon each varg, he growled. At least their blood was pooling around me. A shock corrupted the brute’s mind. No! I will not let these memories taunt me. The brute growled to himself angrily. I know the others made it safely. Dires never give in or give up whoever stands below us. Is this were true, why does his past memory of his past comes up to him? Turning his muzzle to the left, his aqua opticals gazed up through the watery blossomed plains, where beyond lies a small hill. A sound of a pup’s laughter made his black triangular peaks pinned up, instantly. The familiar laughter danced around in the putnar’s mind. Was he just hearing things? Khoru was spacing out for a bit as the laughter sounded to be nearer, and then slowly fades away with the wind. Was that…demolisher?


By the time he gathered all of his thoughts back in his mind, Khoru returned his full attention to the faes. What was all that about..where was that laughter coming from? He wondered to himself. Demolisher is dead…I was there when she took her last breath. Soon the words from the fae’s conversation sunk into his mind. They must be loners, he thought. Khoru’s triangular peaks flinched a side from his large crania; hearing a small sound from the bushes. What the hell was that? Peering through the bushes, he saw a small formed body which appeared to be the pup that was hiding among them. Khoru bared his canines as his labra quivered, but turned into a devilish grin. A new toy to play with…how exciting. The black pupils within his aqua opticals grew in at the pup, as he slowly creeps his way into the bushes.

Khoru’s metal-sharp talons decomposed from his massive mitts. He was going in for the pup. Once he was a few inches away behind from the pup, his labra curled up into a mischievous smile. “Hello there, pup. What brings you out here all alone," he slyly said. Pups to Khoru's point of view are gulliable. He wasn’t going to kill the pup…for now perhaps. Knowing that the faes were converating with each other before them, he smirked. This should be fun...

OOC: I say we Rp in order from now in. I don't want it to seem like we're taking someone elses turn to post. Sorry for the inconvience.

[sharubii]

(( I agree, Rosco. So, the order will go as thus:
Sharubii
Ayashe
Zeclaire
Rosco

Alright? C: We'll make this official once Zeclaire nexts posts~ ))

[zeclaire]

The dainty little pup still hid in the bushes that completely covered her body. She watched the first female, knowing that she had known she was there after she sneezed, yet held her position. Not really wanting to get attacked by her. Then she finally spotted the second female, Is this some meeting that I am interrupting? Or are these female just loners, nomads, that didn't have a place to call home, another to call a lover or a family member? her small little peppy voice asked many questions inside the red skull. All the questions being rhetorical though.

She decided to stay hidden in the bushes though, for some strange reason, it made her feel a bit more comfortable and at ease. Zeclaire was more of the type that was alone. Which is how she has grown up, she has been alone by herself for most of her short life. Which it really didn't matter to her, but she wouldn't mind to have another to call a family member, even if she was adopted. She truly did long for a mother's love, and a father's protection.

She came out of her daydream and thoughts when a male's voice startled her, she looked up at him. He literally came out of no where to her. She obvilously needed to be a bit more observant and pay a bit more attention to others. Lookin up at the male, not really knowing what to say to his question. Uhm, I was chasing a butterfly, then I scented the females... I followed the scent and it brought me here. But, what brings you out here, sir? Oh, by the way, I'm Zeclaire! the pup was extremely respectful towards her elders, calling all of them ma'am and sir. No one had really taught her to do this, it was something she learned by herself.

The young pup, for some strange reason, stood frozen where she was. Like a ice scupture almost. The brute made her feel a bit uncomfortable, yet she didn't want to move. The truth was, Zeclaire was hardly ever never males, and for a strange reason the brute came near her, and not the other way around

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|ooc|Ok, im up for the taking turns thing. & I'm fixing my signature and the other post(the deletion of it.) :]