Rhythm of the New Lands

[dyrk]

<sub>Heavy paws carried the large odd colored brute gracefully through the new lands. A smile of amazement plastered on his maw. His emerald green orbs took in all there was to see. These plains, they where beautiful. 'Amazing... Izdihar, do you see this?' He asked his mate, Izdihar through their telepathic connection. He was glad he'd offered to go with Lyceia and H'untryn to the southern lands. These lands, the new lands. It was a bit warm for Dyrk, but his fur would eventually thin out and he would adapt. The only worry he had was the plain wolves. How would they react to the them? Dyrk and his kin where much larger, and had strange markings and colorings to their features, something they, the plain ones did not know.

Dyrk's emeralds slipped closed as he felt the wind ruffle through his thick coat. The gold in his fur shimmered in the bright sun's light. He opened his eyes slightly, and his soft smile faded into a look of simple anew. Beams of light poked through the clouds and shinned all along the plains, Dyrk admired how much brighter the sun seemed here. His eyes slipped closed again when another wind blew by. The wind whistled in the blades of grass, and ruffled flowers along with his fur. The soft soothing sounds together where almost like a hymn. Very rhythmic and soothing.

Dyrk stood tall as he turned and looked back the way he'd came. Where was Izdihar? She should have been here by now. He licked his black lips and let his tongue loll softly out of the side of his mouth. Once Izzy caught up, they'd find some shade, and water. After their long journey here, he felt like a long rest. It was also spring, and with spring came mating season for the Riadraks and Cyale. Him and Izzy had yet to talk about in depth on the matter, something they should consider soon.

Dyrk felt guilty for what had happened with Nesia and their daughter Ryka. He'd never seen Nesia after she'd informed him on their daughter. He never got to see his daughter, Ryka who was named in honor of his mother and him. He longed to be a father, to have beautiful pups that looked like him, his parents, grandparents and his beautiful mate. He urged to carry on the Vesrak name. Perhaps they'd have a daughter as well, one they could name in honor of Ryka. Something like, Riaka, or Rika, or even Lyrika after his mother.

Dyrk chuckled to himself. He was getting a bit ahead of himself. Him and Izdihar had yet to even talk about this subject. They'd only been mates for a year or so, what was the rush? Right?

His green orbs turned back to the plains, the vision of small purple pups dancing through the fields plagued his mind.</sub>

[izdihar]

Long, soft grass brushed against the she-wolf's snowy legs. The dandelions dotted the grassy plains like constellations, connecting in unseen patterns underneath the Riadrak's paws, dancing when she turned away her crystallized optics. The warm sun soaked into her coat, and the large female tucked her ears back and lifted her head to the sky, eyelids shut lightly. "I see it, all right."

Padding up towards her mate, Izdihar watched as a light wind ruffled his slate purple and brilliant golden fur. She did not hurry, however. The beautiful indigo-and-grayscale wolf was soaking up her entire environment, eating up every moment she spent inside it.

She had left him around an hour in the opposite direction they were now headed for a small hunt. They had made their way through packlands extremely carefully, making sure not to hunt until there were no sign of scenting. As soon as they reached the area they were in now, Izdihar's stomach had let out a protesting grumble, and she set out for a small hunt, telling Dyrk she'd meet up with him sooner than later.

Her hunt had been rather fruitful. She'd brought down a small doe after making sure she was not heavy with child, and was still carrying some of the thigh for Dyrk. Ever since she had started healing, she had a sort of passionate love for children of all kinds, and ever since, she had been reluctant to hunt females. Late spring was almost upon them, however, and because she had no child with her and her dainty size, Izdihar had assumed that she was too young, perhaps just reaching sexual maturity. It was in this way that Izdihar analyzed her catch before springing. After all, she knew exactly where to snap so that the deer would not struggle- and because of her healing power, she could, and almost always did, make sure her meal died in a painless peace.

The forest-like area she had hunted in was extremely beautiful. They had been a bit foggy, and Izzy's sculpted head still had residual raindrops dotting her fur. It had been a bit spooky at times, admittedly. After hunting in the Shydar, no forest could scare her. At least the foggy one brought no rogues who wanted her blood. Around the edges, however, bits of light shone through and made the landscape undeniably beautiful. Then again, so was the entire southern half of the rather large continent they called Anikira.

In her travels, she had come upon a large lake in the misted forest, and though the water was much darker, it was clean and cool to Izdihar's tongue. The burned forest was ominous at first, but once Izzy's healing ability sensed life underneath the ground, the female became overjoyed. It was just another way her healing had improved her as a being. Wherever there was life, there was hope; and Izdihar was completely filled with it.

With a low growl that sounded more like a purr, the indigo femme drew up on the side of her mate, giving him a small affectionate lick to the ear. Though she kept her excitement out of her posture, it could not be hidden from her mind, which Izzy kept displayed to Dyrk in colors for the most part, and her brilliant slate gray eyes. Her optics had a certain transparency to them, so in a way, they were almost just like a window into her soul.

Though her body was racked with fatigue from their long and nonstop journey, Izdihar could not help but sweep the dandelions and other brilliant wildflowers with her plumage tail. It played out a constant rhythm, the wind and little insects seemingly falling exactly into her timing.


"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" Izdihar said out loud to Dyrk, though still keeping her voice slightly hushed. She kept her voice low in fear of destroying the peace of the moment, and the rhythm of their new lands. "What a place."

Though she did not know where the two of them would end up, she knew for sure that following Lyciea and H'untryn here was possibly the best decision she had ever made.

[dyrk]

<sub>"I see it, all right."

The second voice in his head rung as light as a bell, mixing into the beautiful melody of the plains. Dyrk was simply in anew. No words could express how peaceful he felt at this moment. Although his mate was still no where to be seen, he knew where she was. His emeralds seeing into her mind, through her slate gray orbs. When she finally did join him, she alerted him she was going out to hunt. 'Be careful.' He nagged softly, a small crooked smile plastered onto his black lips.

Taking a deep breath, Dyrk filled his lungs 'til they burned. The air here felt so good, smelt and tasted so fresh. He never knew air could taste or even smell different. They'd traveled quite a ways, traveling straight through packlands, and onto loner territory, it'd been at lest a couple days since their last meal, this one would be their first meal here on the new land, Anikira.

Licking his lips, Dyrk's muzzle turned skywards, dark clouds moved in. His golden ears perked slightly, listening to the slight rumble the sky made. Electricity passing through the electromagnetically charged water vapor. 'Izzy, it's going to rain soon.' He warned, hoping she would make her trip quick before the rain started to come down. Dyrk did not mind the rain that much, however he'd feel less nervous knowing Izdihar would not be hunting alone in the rain. No telling what could happen, specially on strange lands.

Slowly, Dyrk watched a large dark shadow cloaked the plains slowly, as the clouds moved in. A flash of light lit up the dark clouded area, and a rumble followed it. Standing taller, the white brute, stained with gold and purple scanned the horizon, looking for his mate. He sighed, seeing her no where in his normal sight. He relaxed, taking a deep breath and closed his orbs, connecting with her mentally, he could see her, hunting a young doe. Before he knew it, rain started to fall, soaking into his fur. Each droplet left a darker mark in his light colored fur. The image of Izdihar hunting in the rain was actually a bit arousing now that he'd thought about it.

A smirk slipped past his lips as he opened his eyes. Like he needed those thoughts. Right now, they should work on finding some shelter from the rain, there was no telling how long it would last. One think that Dyrk liked about the northern plains, the weather was predictable, and he knew when it would rain or snow, however here it was different. The air was different, and thus making the weather different. He sighed heavily, something he would eventually have to learn to get used to. After all, this place, Anikira was there new home.

When Izzy had returned, he greeted her with an affectionate lick on her cheek. Thanking her silently in his mind for the meat she'd saved for him, he dipped his head and slowly ate his fill. Enough to satisfy him until they settled in somewhere. Licking his lips free of blood, his green orbs turned to his mate, staring lovingly into her blue-gray eyes. The growl his mate emit put a smile on his maw. He growled softly back at her, and nuzzled her cheek. “We should find shelter somewhere.” He said aloud, in a soft hum. Also wanting to keep the peace the rhythm of nature brought.

The soft lolling of the rain, and saying of his mate's tail against the dandelions. The insects, humming their songs. 'I can't wait to see the rest of Anikira.' He thought excitedly, as he looked onward, past his mate. Most of the time, he spoke silently with Izzy, specially more so when they where alone. He was a very quite brute for the most part. Kept to himself, apart for Izzy. She was the only one he could truly be around comfortably, and be himself.

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Dyrk could not longer take the excitement that was flowing through him. He had to go search the other lands beyond this one. He had to see the other wolves here, meet them, talk to them, servery the land, observe how his grandfather's life was before he was taken as an experiment. He had to know, he wanted to know, he wanted to know that piece of life. At first, he'd followed Lyceia here because he had nothing better to do, but now, now he wanted to know. His curiosity could not be contained any longer. 'Izzy, I'm going to scout ahead, I must adventure these lands, find me when you are ready.' He told his mate mentally, before he turned on his golden pads and took off in a mad dash through the fields, feeling the wind ruffling his fur. Where he would end up? Who knew, but he knew wherever he ended up was where he was meant to be, maybe.</sub>