-- wanderings

[shorty]

[atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2r38he1.jpg,true] Adrenaline flushed through the fluxious mass of viens within her frame. Long, slender limbs were held completely still, slightly quivering from the force in which she had used to keep them stiff for so long. Her entire body was quivering with a exotic mixture of adrenaline, fear, and anger, an intoxicating allure that made the dark pupils within her iris constrict, narrowing into nothing more then a tiny slits. The skin that covered her slender jowls quivered, drawing back to reveal the pearly row of ivory enamales, a horrible snarl snapped from deep in her larnyx, rippling through her parted jowls as the emerald lanterns locked onto the mass infront of her. Life. She was the being that would keep life for those around her. With that very thought, the sight of her aunt, Medula, was sickening, and she wanted nothing more then to be rid of her, though Larka did not want the service of having to kill her herself. "See dearest Larka? With choosing your parents you are weak! You will never survive, be smart as your brother, follow my footsteps and together we can be great!" The horrible snarl of Medula rippled through her celebrum, echoing with a tangent of venom, reaking havoc within the folds of her formed mind. "I would never dream of having to step next to you Medula! You are a worthless wench! You knew the truth, you knew you did not kill the pup, and yet here you are, years later, seeking revenge on those whom no longer walk this earth!" Her words were not her own, shocking her dramatically to the core as she shuddered, before lunging at the femmora's throat.... A jolt rocked through the entire femmora's bodice as she lept instantly to her feet. The soft thud of her paws 'pon the hard packed snow, the mass of her weight denting it only slightly, as a perfect imprint of her pad was left. A ragged sound rippled through her errect triangulars as she realized it was her breathing. She was panting, or well more along the lines of gasping for breath as the adrenaline had spiked in her blood during her flash back nightmare. She shuddered at the thought of the sudden urge she had once had. The urge to kill had never been so alive within her body, especially towards another fellow canine. The sense that it had brought her had only mildly shocked her, but the intensity in which she had felt it had rocked her very nerves to the core. The bitter sweetness of that day had nearly ripped her heart in half. If she had not taken the sudden leap and nearly killed herself, Medula would have succeded. The mass of wolves that followed her would have thought of her as a magic bearing wench, and with the death of so many pups the devistation would have been horrendous, but she would also be with her family, beloved mother and father, and her almost mate whom she had come across as a pup. A sigh rippled through the mass of her cage, expelling through her nares into a snort, as she looked around the unique terra, trying desperately to avert her mind set, no one could change the past, and what was written, could never be erased. A sharp pain twinged deep within her belly, reminding her that she had not eaten nor drank in days, and sadly she was not sure how long it would be before she was able to locate her food. She was not scrawny, but more along the lines of hardened, traveling far, far away from the lands that had housed her former home. She did not ever want to lay eyes 'pon the lands that so much distruction had come from, all from the sake of her family. A sigh pressed through her once more as she gracefully lowered her well formed tiara towards the snow. The soft skin around her muzzle curled back, wrinkling to mimic that of a snarl, though her dark lanterns were focused onto the snow below her. Canines were exstended as they punctured through the soft ivory mass, pulling as much of it into her mouth as possible at a time, gulping at it until the pain within her barrel was sub - sided, or more likely numbed to the case. Curiosity spilled through the young femmora's bodice, as she looked up suddenly. Something had changed around her, though she wasn't quite sure what it was. She knew the instant gut feeling when she needed to be alert, in which case had saved her from the ambuse Medula had created from her brother, Ozark. Shaking her skull, she snapped her gaze around her, somebody was watching her, she could feel it. With an almost irritated snort, she stepped forward, looking out around her. "Show yourself!"

[/b] She did not neccesarily command, but demanded. Alpha or no, she was not one for cowardly attacks, especially when she was all on her own.



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[jay]

Jay trotted off through the forest once again; where had that femme, Sideswipe, wandered off to? He had looked away for just one moment, and she disappeared into thin air. "See, you scared her away, just like I told you that you would!" he hollered to the young white bird that drifted not twenty feet above his head. "Just keep your trap shut, young one," Alearia hooted in annoyance. She was not one to be talked back to. The brute growled under his breath. How had he not managed to lose her by now? All she was was a pain in his neck, and she continued to correct his every step. It was almost as if he made more mistakes around her than he ever had before. Why do you spite me, karma? he thought bitterly. Everything seemed to be going against him...

The trees were thinning; between the snow-covered branches, the brute could see the brush thinning and opening back up to Nyspoli's Pool. It had not been but a short period of time since he had been here. After all, Alearia managed to make every second drag by as if it were his last. "Stupid bird," he muttered, almost inaudibly. "I heard that!" the snowy owl snarled from her beak. The brute winced; the sound of the slightest dip in the owl's flight pattern would result in a nasty wound on his back. Alearia was not one to be messed with, and the brute was slowly starting to realize that he did not stand a chance. "It's just that if you had not been there, maybe I could have brought another pack member back for Meikou. Ever since Kadhi left, the entire pack has been tense," he explained to her. Alearia simply laughed. "That little arabian brute was a fool to leave. It will not be long until he returns, I bet on it. He cannot survive outside of this territory, just like you cannot survive without them. You are weak, a spineless little wolf that needs to learn to stand on his own four paws." Her words were cold and cut deep.

What was worse is that everything she said was true. Well, maybe not the part about Kadhi, but everything else she said was dead accurate. I can't live outside of Aldgar. I've never really tried... Ever since Tain left me here, I've been such a fool. A weak, spineless wolf, he thought miserably. All this owl managed to do was bring him down. As Jay stepped back out into the light, Alearia drifted through the air, perching on a nearby tree. He strolled to the water, lifting a paw and gently tapping on the ice. It would easily hold his weight. He snorted.

"But it is okay, because I will teach you how not to be such a helpless fool," Alearia hooted with pride. She was so arrogant that Jay could not help but smirk as he glanced back at the little owl. "You cause nothing but trouble, my dear," he chuckled with some disdain. It was true, but there seemed to be no way to get rid of the owl...

"Show yourself!"

The voice echoed across the water, and a chill ran down Jay's spine. Alearia squawked and fluttered in fright. "What in the almighty's name was that!" she hissed angrily. Jay snorted. "A wolf, dipshit." He then darted off around the water, not allowing the wolf enough time in which to attack him for his "improper language" once again. "Yes, this is what we will you. You go check on the crazy one over there, and I will sit here and watch. Try not to get yourself killed!" she called after him mockingly.

Jay ignored the bird, eager that she did not feel the need to stalk him this time. Perhaps he could meet whoever this was without feeling the need to silence Alearia every other word. He had scented the wolf from a ways off, but it did not dawn on him that she was still nearby. What a great wolf I am, he thought. Luckily Meikou does not want my for a scout... I would be even more of a failure. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he rounded the water, spying for the first time the white female that had apparently made the commotion.

"Ummm... Hello?" he asked softly. The femme did not seem very pleased from her outcry, and Jay was starting to wonder if Alearia had not been right in hanging back. But just as the thought crossed his mind, the flapping of wings and the gentle hoots of his companion filled the brute's ears. Never before had he been so relieved to be followed by the pestering owl. "Alearia..." he warned softly. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, shorty," the owl mocked mercilessly. Jay shrugged slightly; it had been worth a shot. He gazed back at the femme, uncomfortable with her intentions. Xinelil had always complained about wolves entering his territory without permission; was this what he had been talking about? I'm not sure whether to be menacing or friendly... Ugh, he thought frantically. The femme did not seem to be exhibiting any unusual behavior. Then again, he had just abruptly approached her, exactly what Alearia had warned against.

Why does it seem that that little owl always knows what is right? he wondered bitterly. He sucked up some courage and spoke again. "My name is Jay... I'm a hunter for the Aldgar Pack that has claimed this territory." He shifted uncomfortably. The femme's bright green eyes reminded him too much of the late-alpha; it was almost too much to bear. But her stunning appearance was interesting. He seemed to be encountering every lovely femme within a hundred square miles. Just my luck...

[shorty]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,450,true] [atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/2r38he1.jpg,true] The drumming that was heard in the depths of her triangulars nearly drowned out the land around her. She didn't know what was lurking in the foliage around her, but she was no fool to be caught off guard. The mere things that Medula has done to you! Your jumpier then a deer in spring. The internal chide was welcomed instantly as Larka forced herself to relax only slightly. How was she not to be jumpy? Heaven knew that Medula had nearly messed her head, especially since her little crow mocker had so greedily shown the ally of her eagle to the warriors, and thus his death was perrish able. Sadly the eagle had been partly a mentor, showing her how to use those around her to help guide her ways, and saidly that Alais, whom had imprinted with the bird, had met the same fate, trying so desperately to save his golden winged friend. It was a shame that Medula had been so foolish, so caught up in revenge against Larka's family that she would turn into such a wench as to cause fear within the masses of wolves, making them believe that she could bend elements and could create the two - legs to do at her very whim. She even stole a man child in the wake to prove her control. Medula had been sick and twisted fea, lost within the memories that longed to haunt her. If she had merely moved on, gone to another pack. Her greed for wanting pups and her natural instinct of mother hood to save the pup whom had wandered to far, had left her to harden and darken her heart, when in reality she had been genuine before. Snort rippled through her passage ways as she looked around once more. She heard distinct paws against the snow and instantly her ivory, silken tiara snapped around, gazing onto a fairly lean looking wolf. His body was a mixture of gray and brown looking tints, and he seemed weary of her. She didn't blame him. Living alone for so long had left her on edge, weary of the prescence in which she had so genuinely accepted before, and thus her tones had become sharper then intended, and the fact that she needed not to be. She watched the wolf before her, unable to tell his own status amongst these groves of trees. Ofcourse she was smart enough to know that she was within a claimed territory, and thus she was lucky if she did leave with all her fur intact, but the fact that she did not trust to have another come up upon her without so much as a simple warning caused her bodice to be on edge. She felt a stab of regret that she had been so sharp, considering that he seemed not to be after her at all, merely shaken from the fact that she had snapped out in such a way. "Ummm... Hello?" Larka looked 'pon his soleum facade, as she studied his features. From the hard lines that were creased in his facade, she realized it seemed something was bothering him. Though she wouldn't be all that shocked if that something turned out to be her. Her jowls parted smoothly, drawing a crisp breath of oxygen when a flutter of wings snapped to her attetnion. Instantly her ivory tiara was lifted, looking 'pon the gracefull movements of a dear owl, and one whom seemed to have an arrogant air around her, though Larka had come to respect those of wings, other then the dreadfull crows. "I beg your pardon, I did not mean to seem so harsh..." Her words were gentle now, a twinkling tone as she looked 'pon him soleumly. The dark emerald lanterns flickered slightly to the bird as he seemed to talk to her, almost warning her, but the bird merely brushed the comment off. Larka had to do her best to stiffle a chuckle that arose from her labrums, finding it amusing the prescenes of winged ones. "My name is Jay... I'm a hunter for the Aldgar Pack that has claimed this territory." She dipped her skull once more, a more respectfull jester from a loner to a pack resident, finding that, since she had been alone for so long, she had forgotten that she needed permisson to enter, and suddenly felt very shamefull. "Dearest Jay, I am Larka. I appologize once more for my rude intrusion, for I seem to have forgotten my manners in which to ask permission within the lands. I hope I should not be frowned upon for long." She dipped her dial once more, lowering her gaze to the ground before highering it once more, this time her dark emerald oculus locked onto the beautiful ivory feathers of the bird that perched above him, speaking in her same gentle tones. "And to you m'dear, lest I know your name? I would hate to be rude to a winged one, lest I break my promise to one dearest to me before." She inquired gently, looking 'pon the bird with gentle yet curious oculus, finding that she might just be digging herself a hole that she was not about to get out of... status - complete word count - 874 muse - good music - none tagged - xinny and open notes - <3

[jay]

The femme's politeness was unexpected. Jay had half-anticipated her to react viciously, especially with his sudden arrival. But what caught him even more off-guard was her reaction to Alearia. Sideswipe had treated the owl as if she were the plague; was it simply a trait in some wolves to approve of her. Nothing makes sense anymore... Jay laughed lightly. "This is-"

Alearia cut him off with an indignant hoot. "Quiet. My name is Alearia. The young one is not the best at introducing me," she answered with what Jay believed to be a soft giggle at the end. He stared at her increduously. "Why are you always so mean to me?" he muttered under his breath. "Because. You don't know what you're doing most of the time. I swear, your snout is going to drop off one of these days," she retorted. Jay grumbled a little more before gazing back at the pretty white fae. "I would not worry too much about your intrusion, though I would advise you to be a tad more careful in the future," he laughed, "because some of the alphas around here are wound pretty tight." On the inside, Jay was still very much a pup. It was just a relief to him that this femme was non-aggressive. The last time he had lost his temper, a wolf had lost her life; he did not know the limitations of his own strength.

"Larka, such a sweet name... It actually reminds me of a bird... Meadowlark," he smiled sheepishly. Jay had never actually been taught proper etiquette. What he might have perceived as casual conversation indeed carried a more flirty manner than he had intended. His social awkwardness was another flaw that had yet to be improved... "You have to excuse his rambling, I'm surprised he's made it this far. He and I were just preparing to return to his pack... They have not yet met me and I'm sure they are eager to have one such as myself introduced into their lives," she boasted pridefully, puffing her chest feathers out and hooting in contentment. She proceeded to preen her feathers, careful to move any that seemed to be out of place.

Jay shot Alearia an off-handed look. While he did not necessarily appreciate having her around, she seemed a lot more comfortable with words than himself. "I do not know if you wish to join us, or if you were just passing through," he offered briefly, unsure of what else to say. Realizing that he had been standing tensely for the bulk of the conversation, the brute allowed his haunches to rest gently against the powdery snow, barely feeling the flakes that continued to drift onto his grey coat. He was more content out and about that cooped up in the dens, like he imagined Syren still continued to do. I could not sit there this long, he thought wistfully; was it really only him, Syren, and Meikou left?

He emitted a soft sigh. The pack had fallen to pieces since the death of Xinelil. While he had anticipated some changes, Kadhi's departure was the most drastic of all. The little arabian brute had been his role model of sorts, and while he would never admit it, by leaving, Kadhi took all stability that Jay still maintained in his life. Alearia cleared her throat. "Are you going to sit there and be awkward for the remainder of time, Jay?" she nagged with a hint of amusement in her voice. The brute growled softly. "I wish you would stop doing that, Ella." The bird sat silent. Jay had anticipated another outburst at his makeshift nickname, but to his surprise, she had no retort.

While the brute had allowed his mind to wander, however, he had completely overlooked the initial question he intended to ask the femme. "Are you simply wandering the lands, or did you intend to join Aldgar? We are quite barren right now, with the knaves about and a new alpha attempting to pick up the pieces. It is quite an interesting situation in Anikira these days," he stated the last part humorously. Since the arrival of the knave band, there had been nothing but chaos. He could not help but look behind him with every step, especially knowing that one of the band had gotten into their territory and wasted the alpha so easily. No one was comfortable any longer.

"You complain too much. Perhaps if you stopped dwelling on the negatives, there would be some progression,"Alearia quipped impatiently. It was obvious that she was discontent resting there without so much as a breeze to aid her flight. There was simply a lazy air about them, and Jay was pleased to have removed the aggression and awkwardness that he had at first felt. Now, he could converse with the femme at will; either find out her intentions in the territory, after all, any wolf could be spying for the knaves, he reminded himself carefully, or take her back to Meikou, perhaps as the newest addition to Aldgar.

((OOC: You have to excuse him. XD Jay is simply a socially awkward character.))