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What had happened to all of them? Where had they all gone? Sure, she was aware that Kastiel and Torio had gone off on some adventure with another pack member, a young one at that. What was his name again? Bear, she believed. However, though they were gone, that did not explain the absence of the other two, Haze and Valmai. She was not aware of where they had gone and, honestly, she missed their company. Now she was alone in this vast land known as Shiya, her pack's territory. She knew she could not defend it herself, but she would try her best to do so while her Alpha and Beta were away. She was sad, though, having Haze gone. She had just vanished, no trace left behind. She had been looking forward to training her how to fight, especially after meeting her in the cave with the beautiful water with Kastiel.

When Spirit's thoughts crossed over Kastiel, she wondered how her alpha and beta were doing on their journey. This was no business of hers, but she could only hope that they would return to, especially because of how lonely she had been feeling. She wanted company, as she seemed to be the only one of Airila left right about now. She wondered if her packmates would ever return, Valmai and Haze and Torio and Kastiel. She felt alone sitting in the dark forest as she was now, listening to the whispers of the wind in the trees that surrounded her. It was haunting, being alone as she was, and she couldn't help but feel like she was a loner again. Her black fur stood on end as she thought of this. She loved this pack and this land, and she would remain faithful. She wouldn't leave until her leaders came back.

Her silverish chest fluffed out against the cold breeze of late afternoon, and she kept her reddish-brown paws tucked beneath her. Her golden eyes scanned the forest carefully, waiting for something to jump out of the bushes and the darkness to attack her. Spirit had remarked the borders day after day, traveling along the rather immense territory of her pack to keep it safe and clearly state to anyone that decided to come near the pack's lands that they belonged to her. Well, not to her, but to her pack. It just seemed like they belonged to her, seeing as she had not picked up any other pack member's scent in awhile. Her tail wrapped around her body as she laid there, leaning against a tree trunk. The territory had appeared large because she was alone and the territory seemed hers because she was alone.

Spirit swallowed the lump in her throat, praying for her pack to come home.

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[dust]

In the world that everyone else saw, everything stood in shades of grey. This wasn’t limited to the rights and wrongs in the world, but the colours and expanses that twirled out around them. To Dust it was plain and boring, there was nothing fantastic about seeing the world through a plain pair of eyes. Is it any wonder that she chose to seep through the cracks of reality and discover the world in an entirely different way? Here, anything was possible, the snowy rabbit that took bounds before her, insistent on escaping her deadly claws, was a spy of an opposing alpha – clearly! Why else had it stood quivering in the bushes just a few tail lengths from where she had chosen to sleep?
The disrespectful slave would not return to its master and take with it the secrets of her father, she would not let it be!
It didn’t matter that the father she had once had, had been nothing but a loner. In fact, he had despised the wayward fae who couldn’t keep her head out of the clouds. Considering this, was it any wonder she chose to believe he had pup-napped her from her true father, her true heritage?

The lovely young hero who had freed her from the oppression of the wolf that had claimed to be her father, now, he was a wolf worth befriending! A shame the earth had swallowed him up in one quick bound of its bulk. She hadn’t been around to see this of course, she just knew that only that could be the reason the wolf she had travelled with had vanished.
It had nothing to do with the beautiful butterfly she had seen and chased across miles of land until her paw-prints and even her scent-trial was covered in thick layers of snow.

The young she-wolf moved faster, and faster, and faster, until she felt that surely she must meet the rabbit step for step. Yet, somehow it moved faster yet. Outmatching her in it’s long for freedom. Then, just as suddenly as it had been there, it vanished. She pulled herself to a halt, lost her balance and landed in a twist on the ground. She was yet to realise the logic in moving quickly and stopping in one swift movement. She shook out her coat and got to her paws, shaking out the ache that appeared in their muscles. The rabbit was well and truly gone, she ignored the hole protruding from the ground – an alpha spy would not burrow beneath the ground – what a fool hardy idea!
Her head was well and truly in the ground
Long past where the days where she had Kastiel, to retain at least a little of her sanity...

She shook her head and moved on, there was nothing keeping her here now. It won’t be long until the blasted rabbit gave away her location. The growling of her stomach was only a product of her anger, she didn’t know what hunger was, she just knew her stomach was always angry at her these days.
She didn’t realise she had past a scent border, didn’t even realise that there was the faint trail of Kastiel mixed in with the other wolves. Long ago had she forgotten his scent, and it was only her eyes that mourned his loss.

Now she saw another wolf, a fae, and thus not part of the evil pack that haunted her (They where only males, you see) she pulled herself to a halt, watching the other, waiting, curious to see what she would do.

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Spirit stiffened, muscles turning to stone, when she sensed the presence of another being. At first, her head was raised and her ears were perked in excitement, believing and hoping that another one of her pack had returned. However, she found out there was something different this time. For a moment, she thought she had forgotten what her own pack smelled like, but the scents of a complete stranger were much different than what the others smelled like. Her golden eyes watched the shadow moving amongst the others just like it, awaiting for the female to spring out and attack her, as most would have done. The pack members had all gone and she seemed to be the only one left, so it was not surprise really that the scent borders were crossed. It was hard to keep them clearly marked when she was alone.

The Warrior felt the fur on her hackles and shoulders raise when the stranger came into view, pricking up one by one as if a breeze was rustling just through her pelt and lifting the hairs. The stranger revealed herself rather strangely, just standing there and staring at her, as though she were awaiting her to do something. A few seconds passed and she did not know what to do. Having a loner walk into the territory and just stare at you was rather strange in itself and, therefore, provoked quite a strange reaction in return from the Airila wolf. Her bright yellow eyes returned the stranger's gaze curiously, truly wondering within the confines of her mind as to why she was being stared at like this. The confusion built up in her mind, seeming to block all reason, and causing the fur upon her pelt to flatten.

The female did not seem like a threat, at least not to her. So, calm and collected, Spirit asked the girl, "Who are you...and why are you on Airila pack territory?"

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ooc: sorry for the wait!

[dust]

Dust only watched as excitement fluttered across the face of the other wolf, watching in an open, observant manner, as her cloudy eyes showed traces of her barely present sanity. There where moments, some stronger then others, where the things she said sounded believable, but she had so many stories and the moments where the truth rose above the lies and stories so slim, that hearing enough from her you would not even know the truth when you heard. She was a whisper of ideas, of plans and dreams and hopes and tales, so full of everything in her mind that she barely even knew herself.

Dust did not move, but for the faint rustle of the wind through her coat, the occasional twitch of her ear, and the gentle swaying of her tail. She waited, curious to see what the other would do, why she simply stood there, if she would be curious enough to approach. She did not understand pack rules and regulations, did know even know she had crossed over to territory belonging to others. All she knew was that she had finally come across another wolf, one that did not seem to belong to the factions she ‘knew’

The voice of the other fae floated across the expanse between the. Gentle, calm, like someone entirely in control. At the sound of the voice, Dust rose, rose from where she seated and arched her back into the air.
“Airila... airrriliaer”
She played with the sound upon her tongue, a new word, brilliant new sounds, different and strange to her wolf ears.
“Airlia, what does it mean? The pack of Airilia, do you stand for something, do you hold a symbol of an idea. Why are you what you are, what makes you, an Airila. Airlian?”
Trailing off into the ideas, she tilted her head to the side, and watched the other with a child-like delight. She did not realise she had not even answered the others question.

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ooc: I'm so sorry I haven't been on lately to reply! I've just been so busy, but I have not forgotten of this place nor of you, so don't worry.




She watched with utter interest as the female tried to pronounce her pack's name, blinking a few times when she appeared to fail miserably. It was honestly not that hard to pronounce, at least in the warrior's mind, but then again...something seemed rather strange about this wolf, as if there was something off about her that she did not know of. She wondered if there was something wrong with her in a way, like she was sick. This was only a guess at the moment and the only way for her to find out would be to test her of this. Talking to her was her best bet for right now, as the stranger seemed rather harmless for the moment. If she attacked, the Tundra Wolf would be the first thing, seeing as she was the only thing, to retaliate and kill if necessary. As cheerful as she was most days, she was not against killing something if it meant keeping her pack and their lands safe.

With the female's numerous questions following that attempt, Spirit found herself standing up and pacing towards her slightly, stopping herself a few mere feet away. She was curious about this female and was all too willing to answer her questions. She knew knew she should be baring her teeth and fluffing her fur to make herself look bigger, all for the point of intimidating the other one in front of her, but she could not bring herself to do it. For some reason, there was just something deep down inside her that did not...well, it was telling her to not chase the wolf away. It was telling her to be kind to the girl, make a new friend. She wondered why this was happening, then all kinds of things ran through her head in one moment as she realized numerous things. There were many, but one that certainly stuck out:

She was lonely.

Spirit knew this was true. She was definitely lonely and she felt as though she had been abandoned by her pack. However, she knew that was not really the case. She knew Kastiel and Torio would come back to her, back to the pack lands and back to the pack. She knew... She had to believe that they would not leave her alone here to die. The last thing she wanted was to die, but she knew one thing she never wanted to face again was to be alone. She had hated the feeling of being alone when she had run away from her old pack, her old family. Being alone was a scary thing, not having a friend in the world in the cold, cruel thing known as nature. You had to find your own food, your own den, and had to fight by yourself to survive. While none of those may not have been hard for some people, she knew it would be the loneliness that drove people insane.

She tilted her head to one side. "I do not know what Airila means, nor do I know if it truly symbolizes something. However, I am a Warrior of this pack and I defend it with all my might. I live here with my beta and my alpha, whom I respect greatly. I will never leave this place until they have to chase me out. That is what makes me an Airilian." She tried to copy her words, finding them strange just rolling off her own tongue, but she tried nonetheless. She wanted a friend to talk to right now, even if they were crazy. The female seemed nice, like she could talk to her without being offended by something she said or without having to chase her out before long. The female would leave eventually, most loners did. She sighed some, golden eyes trailing about the forest for a moment before landing on her. "My name is Spirit. What is yours?"

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It wasn’t so much that Dust had trouble pronouncing the pack name – just that the idea of playing with the words was far more entertaining. Something about the wolf before her seemed to mark her as a big thinker. As through she was on the depths of her mind a fair amount of the time. Always thinking, but not in the evil master-mind kind of way. Dust could be like that to sometimes, but more often than not there was something almost robotically empty about her, as through there was nothing there, no true personality, only echo’s, shifting, changing images of different people. Sometimes even a glimpse of who she had once been and may never be again.

She tilted her head, strange eyes fixing upon the fae before her. She watched as the thoughts whirled about her mind, wide, intelligent eyes upon Dust as she spoke. She spoke of Airila once more, this... pack. she spoke of being a warrior, of loyalty and respect and could tell it meant a great deal to her.
“You Alpha, your beta, you fight for them? This is what makes you a warrior...? I knew someone like that once. A pack natured creature who fought for others. Even when he did not have to, even when he had no ties to them, he fought, risked life and limb... I respect you, Warrior Spirit”
Dust let her mind go once more as the words spiralled without conscious will from her tongue.
“I am Dust, I am the remains of something that once was, once I was solid and now I am like air and dust... an echo”
Something akin to great sadness passed her face, sorrow and hopelessness, as through maybe, just maybe, the true wolf was in that mind somewhere, looking out, influencing the last few words spoken. Then it was gone, a great smile swept away all doubt from her expression.
“Spirit, as through you once lived and now do not – that is what your name means, is it not?”