Dangerous Pearls [Sarin]

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/a2q76bl] There was little Bardou loved more than feeling physically capable; than feeling normal. As the male, with his knotted back leg pulled up apprehensively, slipped into the water... he felt empowered. So many felt serenity wash over their souls as the warm spring water embraced them, but not Bardou. His usually heavy and debilitating leg, injured long ago, now felt light and airy. He bobbed up and down in the water, and his leg went with him! No longer was he straining to move it forward! This water... oh this water was healing. In every sense of the word, this water could heal. His thoughts no longer worried behind his snarky expression, the bones in his gnarled leg did not pop and grind, and he could paddle freely about the water as if he were a young, able pup. If only he could rid himself of that one nagging thought: this will end when you leave the springs. Bardou sounded one sharp and irritated bark, dismissing the thought as best as he could, before resuming his docile swim. The six year old brute loitered around in the sympathetic pools for another hour or so, and he would have stayed for an hour more had hunger not struck his stomach. His muzzle lifted upwards as his eyes met the sky. Little distress showed on Bardou's face (as usual), but on the inside he cursed fate for his condition. He cursed the world for not giving him a water wonderland for all eternity. But alas, his cursing would do nothing. He would still have a busted leg, and the ground would remain lake free. With reality now striking his thoughts (yet never reaching his always confident expression), Bardou reached his paws up to reluctantly heave himself back to dry land. It was then, when he wasn't even fully out of the water, that his paws touched something smooth like a pearl. Berries. Bardou screwed up his vision and wrinkled his nose at the sight before him. Yes, berries... and if his mother had informed him correctly, they were moonseed; poisonous. Bardou slipped back into the water, not wanting to touch the berries even though they were only poisonous by digestion. They're dangerous nature was not what disturbed them though. Another troublesome thought pricked him: these berries didn't grow near the spring. And it didn't take a herbalist to know that berries, obviously pulled from their stem, did not sprout from the ground. Someone had placed them here. The aging male crinkled his nose and crept onto dry land again, albeit using a different path so that he avoided contact with the berries. He was so befuddled by this mystery that he brooded very little over the discomfort in his leg. Instead, he continued his pondering until he came to one resolving decision... or not decision, just a point of frustration. "What the fuck is going on!?" words:: 484 muse:: Good tags:: Sarin ooc:: Sooo sorry it took forever to get this up. I was being stamped to death by hw.

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The hot springs were becoming a familiar location for the Mackenzie Valley female. After the Alpha had promoted her, Sarin had found herself stalking the warm waters regularly. There was a certain comfort about the purity of the pools there, it lured her in and captured her. Typically Sarin was not one to be so mesmerized by a few pretty landmarks; however, her recent increase in power certainly aided to the glory of the planet around her. The female could not say she was surprised by the Alpha's words, after all he was lucky to have someone with her skill set within his pack at all. The thought brought a slight chuckle to her lips, at last she had begun to get the recognition that she deserved.

The female was lingering not too far off from the springs, completely enjoying the near royalty that she felt. Relaxation came with a price, one that she wished not to pay; so, the muscular canine pushed herself upright to her paws. A few, nearly inaudible, grumbles passed across her lips, Sarin had been rather enjoying her time laying down. Lately she had kept herself quite busy, mostly in hopes of impressing the Alpha enough to make her a more permanent feature. Alas, she knew that eventually the opportunity to be second in command would be taken from her. There was nothing that she could do to keep such joy flowing inside of her. For now she would bask in this feat, attempt to not worry about how soon it would be taken from her.

As her body carried itself back towards the hot springs, emerald eyes swam across the terrain. Numerous thoughts and ideas were flaring into her mind; yet, Sarin did not lose all awareness of her surroundings. Rather, being lost in thoughts merely seemed to heighten her paranoid ways. Audits stood erect upon her crania and some of her fur was even on end, it certainly gave her quite an angry look. It worked out for the shaman, at least then there would be little worry of being attacked. Although she did half expect Tike to seek out revenge for the little scare she gave him, it made her more receptive to her surroundings. The female was not going to allow the pup the pleasure of startling her. She was the beautiful, the flawless and the multi-talented Sarin, none could get the best of her.

Nostrils inhaled the sweet aroma of the terrain, pleasantly noting that some of her little tricks were still laying around. She did not exactly plan for a pack mate to come across one, but the thought did give the femme a good laugh every once in awhile. Something else caught her senses as well, a brute. Sarin had noticed such a scent lurking throughout Descai territory lately, but had not been able to grace this new male with her presence. 'Time to make my appearance,' a giggle parted ways with her maw and the female picked up her pace. As the springs came into view so did the brute that was leaving them. Her arrival was evenly timed with the brute's confused statement. 'It seems he has found my little gifts to trespassers,' this time Sarin suffocated her laughter. Her first interaction with this new brute was occurring, the last thing she needed to do was be seen as insane already.

"Is something upsetting you, darling?" her words were seductive and sweet as the female stared down the other canine with the vibrant green orbs inside her skull. Sarin was intrigued as to why the Alpha brought a brute like this one into the pack, surely he had a reason. Besides Tike and the Alpha himself, Sarin had seen no other males in either territory. Well, no accepted ones anyway. That fact alone instantly caught the Mackenzie Valley femme's attention and created a sense of intrigue about this new pack member. "What do you call yourself?" her question was a partial demand; yet, still held a flirtatious ring to it. That was the way this strange female operated, using her sexuality to press others into giving her answers. After all, she was quite a pretty little wolf.

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/a2q76bl] The brute assured himself that he was not scared of these berries, but Bardou quickly noted how much they looked like red eyes glaring at him. So smooth and glistening, like nature's pearls, yet they glowered something terrible! Only harmful when swallowed... yes, that's what his mother told him long ago. But he was not a stumbling pup anymore. He was limping now, a telltale sign that he'd learned of nature's dangers the hard way. Bardou could still hear his mother's sweet voice regarding the matter; bears never attack unless they're provoked. Well, accidents still happen dear ol' mother! If only she could see him now, with an injury aging him everyday. He'd like to hear what she would have to say then. Alas, he still loved his mother. But sometimes bears attacked and sometimes plants were poisonous to the touch. Sometimes mothers weren't right. Now he did admit (if only to himself) that whoever had set the berry trap scared him. He masked his fear with a look of puzzlement, but it was there nonetheless. What sort of wolf played with poison? Bardou thought that only shamans tempered with plants, and even then they were meant to help people. Certainly not kill them! So with fear on the mind, it took a great deal of strength for Bardou not to jolt when Sarin made her presence. Rather, he smirked; it was the expression he knew best, even in the face of danger. "Oh nothing, just that there's the sweet smell of poison lingering around my nose." Sarcasm was a common practice of his, too. After a scoff and roll of the eyes, Bardou decided to take a better look at this... stranger; her coat was dark and eyes green to contrast it... hmm, another family member of Vor's perhaps? Though dark colors did seem to be a Descai fashion statement, and Bardou thought it fit the pack well. Especially Vor. The brute stifled a chuckle at the thought of the alpha sporting a more bright and cheery coat. What a joke that'd be! Bardou continued to eye Sarin up and down, but now he focused more on his other senses rather than site. She smelled... strange; like herbs? The femme also smelled like Descai, so that was somewhat reassuring, but a poison dealing wolf was still a dangerous one! Had he not thought that Sarin would find out his name eventually through pack connections, he might not have shared it. "Bardou... and yours? But perhaps you'd like to tell me more than just your name." He cast a pointed look at the berries scattered near the hot spring. words:: 439 muse:: Meh tags:: Sarin ooc:: None.

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Sarin retaliated with a seductive smirk of her own, perhaps this new canine she had caught scent of wouldn't be so bad. The Mackenzie Valley femme could certainly be sarcastic, especially when standing before a canine who did not hold a ranking as high as hers. Shoulders rolled slightly as she took a few delicate steps closer to the brute, inwardly remaining on guard with her figure so close to one that she did not know. Even as she moved the female was uncertain what her actual intentions were. Rather it felt more like a game within her dying soul, a way to test this brute and pass some time. She had grown weary of being alone, Bardou's presence was welcoming. Despite his obvious distaste for the poisonous foliage that she had littered around the terrain.

One brow raised slightly in mild intrigue by the brute's words. 'So he is not partial to my little hobby,' it was impossible to prevent the smirk from widening upon her features. Perhaps putting poisons everywhere was not the typical idea one had for securing a pack, but it had certainly worked quite well in her opinion. After all, how many strays had made it this far? Most loners would likely catch the scent and flee, lovely Descai would remain protected - regardless of what the inferior thought. Emerald eyes gave him another scan before she opted to speak, "I am sure there are more alluring fragrances here than the berries." With a slight grin the femme walked towards a few of the delightful berries and kicked them into the water. "Don't worry, your personal savior is here." Sarin did not know why she was so enjoying toying with this brute, not like she held any idea how to create a friendship.

Her name. She did not understand why everyone constantly requested something that she despised saying. Certainly it was a perfect name for a perfect wolf; however, she was still adapting to this less than reclusive lifestyle. A moment of silence passed between the two, Sarin obviously staring at Bardou but opting to not speak. Physically it was difficult to tell if she was intentionally declining acknowledgment of his words or if she was struggling to grasp accurate wording. Biting back the grumble that longed to push its way from her muzzle, she decided to tell the brute about the poisons first. It offered her an additional bit of time to determine if this canine was worthy of calling her by name.

"Those?" vibrant eyes glanced to some of the berries, her voice sounding as if they were nothing special, nearly common. "It is a way to keep those out who do not belong, have to keep the terra safe for those little puppies that are going to be here soon." Her distaste in whelps was easily apparent by the sourly sarcastic way she spoke. Optics even narrowed upon the berries as if they would explode from her glare. She sighed and shrugged lightly, this was nothing new to her. Few held a genuine acceptance for her practice; yet, as much as they could kill - some could offer a strange sort of remedy. Sarin was positive that she could jaw about plants until the canine got annoyed and left, but there was something not appealing about that. 'He better be worth this,' her smirk dissipated and was replaced with a devilishly seductive grin. "My name is Sarin, Sir Bardou. It is quite a pleasure to meet you." Her tail offered a slight twitch as her words slipped away into the air, a slight concern about extending her name.