Post by irirangi on Jul 23, 2009 1:00:05 GMT -5
Silence... The last time it'd been this quiet in Zahir had been months ago. It had been a time of great strife; the end of an era; the death of an alphess. Then the lands had been in mourning. This silence, however, was different. It was as if the land were waiting with baited breath for word of new destruction. Something was coming and there was no stopping it. This was a fact known to both the living and the dead... especially the dead.
Alya hovered in the mouth of Isdyn's Deep, small frame still as a statue as she peered out into the desert. The spirit of the former alphess was utterly alone, no sign of her replacements or her puppet in sight. That was why the land was in waiting. As still and silent as the dead Iranian, together they watched for any signs of life.
Alya's replacement, Avani, had disapeared some time ago and her whereabouts were still unknown. In turn, Avani's mate Vee had spiraled into a depression that would only be lifted by the return of his love. Both Kaoru and Irirangi had yet to return as well, having been doing their best lately to make sure the small pack still ran smoothly. As far as the spirit knew, Kaoru was still seeking alliance with the Salen pack. Her puppet, on the other hand, was up to heaven knows what. Since leaving Irirangi's side to gather information of her own, the former alphess had yet to see the Beta's return. None of the pack was in the dens, and thus the spirit patiently awaited any news that would gravely affect Zahir's future.
Eventually, the wind shifted and with it came the sounds of panting breath and shuffling sands. Irirangi had spent far too much time wondering the Sands of Rodorr, in her opinion anyways. Pink tongue lolled from her slack jaw as she fought against the summer heat. She'd been traveling since last night, and upon her journey home had ended up picking up two stragglers. Her body was exhausted and slightly dehydrated and she really was in no mood for what was to come.
Throwing the spirit a nasty glare, the Maned femme looked back over her shoulder to find out of the Red brute and fluffy femme were still following. She'd told them to stay close, but periodically stopping to make sure they were behind her was troublesome. By the time the last mile'd come about, she'd trudged foreward with full resolve to make it back to the dens before passing out. Once inside she could sleep and regain her energy. Until then her battle with heat exhaustion continued.
"Don't say a word," she spat towards Alya as she walked into the dens. "Just call Vee. You know he won't hear me. We have guests." Iri then proceded lie herself down against the wall, Silver optics sliding shut. The warm stone of the volcano did little to cool her overheated flesh, but it was better than spending any more time outside. Once her guests arrived, she'd rouse herself enough to deal with the issue of their tresspassing. Until then she really needed the catnap.
In stoney silence Alya watched her puppet's return. Though she did indeed have a few choice words to say to the Maned femme, for once she held her tongue. Now was not the time to pick a fight. Once again Zahir was crumbling around her, only this time there was very little she could. Without a body of her own the former alphess was utterly useless. Of her pack mates, she could only communicate with Irirangi and Vee, and even then Vee could only hear her voice. Her body flared with the intensity of a brief rage, her mind knowing that at the moment she needed to keep a level head. For once she did as she was asked instead of the other way around. She called for the deaf alpha, her voice the only one he ever heard. "Master Vee. Come join us at the dens. Irirangi tells me we will soon have visitors."