Long Night, Forgotten Sight [Vashti/Open]

[Vidarii]

"Time will reveal,
whatever they may try to conceal."

Came his quietly murmured reply as they moved forward as one, it was true how he and his sister looked so suchlike that they very well could have been a reflection of the other. A mirrored image, so in tuned with one another they need only twitch an ear or tail at each other, there were even times when no visible sign at all could be seen and yet they knew exactly what the other was thinking.

In no time at all the pair reached the physically damaged females location, but apparently they were not alone as the scents of salt and water teased sensitive nares alerting him to a second stranger. An alert that was firmed by his sister's words, and her words also brought another question to mind. Silvery grays sharpened as they scanned the surrounding area before finally settling on the gray that crouched just beyond the damaged one. A flickered glance sent to Vashti told her what he intended as he shifted away from his sister's side. Circling slowly until he stood directly opposite of where his sister stood in regards to the strange pair and neither was at his back.

It was then that the molten colored females voice rose, speaking of intents, or there lack of. Across them his sharpen silver gaze caught his sister's in a silent communication. After a moment the deep rumble of his voice slipped past a humorless smile.

"Broken in the light,
Shadows of the unknown,
Friends in sight?
Watch where the winds moan.

Barren lands,
Cradle and hold,
A pack demands,
For those who are bold."

A shift in that gaze towards the gray femme, a silent variable in this equation. Eyes narrowed, even as the molten creature requested an introduction he did not say his name knowing eventually Vashti would take on the introductions if she deemed the strangers worthy enough to be told. Still a part of him mind twisted over the possible fun that could be had in this situation. Masked cranium was lifted proudly, ears cast forward and that tail raised high, curled towards his back. A mild display of dominance, never again would he or his sister bow to another wolf. This was their land, the decision was made, and whether through trickery or outright battles he would see their secret dream realized.

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words: 399
tags: Vashti / Evangeline / Maikoa / Open
muse:
ooc:

[Maikoa]

An amused grin plastered itself upon the she-wolf's crooked maw. She watched and listened silently as the twin-like creatures turned in her direction, now clearly distinguishable by their opposing genders and slight differences in facial markings. Before either of them could speak, though, the crippled female in her proximity broke the eerie silence. She explained in excess that her intentions weren't malicious and also asked for the others' names.

Fairly certain that at this point her invisibility had been exposed and her presence was well known among the oddly matched group, Maikoa decided to speak up as well. She rose slowly from her crouched position until she was standing upright, her lean and tall stature clearly visible now. "Maikoa," she said simply. Her voice was surprisingly smooth considering her recent swim and with an edge of dark and twisted wisdom laced into it. 

The brute spoke in broken thoughts and ideas, somehow able to flow due to their repetitively rhyming nature. This wasn't too unusual to the Grey female, though, due to her past experiences with her mother. She remembered the riddles she would often use to express what she was trying to say to her. Mai had even picked up some of this riddle-speak, but not to the extreme that this Valley wolf seemed to talk in rhymes. However, hearing his speech wasn't so much off-putting to her as it was oddly comforting. 

The dominant posture of the brute, in contrast, did send Maikoa's guard up slightly. The area didn't carry his scent as it would if the male had been living here for any period of time. This place didn't belong to him as far as she was concerned, but he sure was acting like it did. This only confused her further, but it didn't phase her per say. She already wasn't trustful towards strangers in the least, so all that this wolf's posture did to her was make it certain she wouldn't do any outright things that may come off as a challenge. She wasn't a submissive wolf by nature, she still would stand tall and calm, but she also wasn't very aggressive. Her fighting abilities were not outstanding in a physical sense, but that didn't mean she was someone that should be looked over - she had some tricks up her sleeve too.

"speech."
thoughts.

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word count: 404
tags: Vashti ; Evangeline ; Vidarii
muse: decent
ooc notes: sorry, I guess Mai isn't much of a talker at first xP I think once she "warms up" to them a bit she'll speak up more though

[Vashti]

text. "speech." thoughts.

Her senses on high alert, Vashti stood motionless as she waited for her brother to make his move and soon enough he twitched to let her know his plans. Standing in her place so they would casta wider net of defense, she waited. Then the wounded female spoke and Vashti's ears pricked and eyes riveted to the one who spoke. Evangeline. Glowingly she looked up to Vidarii, "Fate puts forth blessings this day." Deep in the recesses of her mind the silver eyes female recalled the lesson of names and their meanings that an elder of their birth pack seemed so fond of. Evangeline was familiar although a name carried by the waves. It was a promising title that made her decide quickly. Nodding her approval of the female, Vashti spoke directly to her, "A harbinger of good, says the mystic realm." If the female was honest of her title, Vashti could promise no harm would come to her.

The other female who made her presence known so simply was more of a puzzle. Which didn't bother Vashti in the least. Tilting her head to study the scarred stranger who called herself Maikoa. "Enshrouded in mystery." She said simply, she never had heard of the name before and had no basis to go on. Time itself would have to unlock who she was. But it seemed she meant no threat at the time. Looking across to her brother, Vashti nodded so slightly it was hardly noticeable. It seemed only fair they revealed their names, she could see no harm it could bring them. "Both start with 'V', one is her one is he. Vashti and Vidarii are the two you will see." She borrowed her brothers rhyme briefly for his entertainment. She wasn't as good at it as he was but that was his normal pattern of speech while she used several avenues to communicate or confuse. Whichever suited her needs.

Then his speech finally made itself known in the form of a preposition. She liked what she heard, while proper efforts of claiming this land had yet to commence, she saw this land as her home now. A pack of two? Didn't seem to be much of a start, but what if these two females would be in a position join forces? Then the makings of a proper pack would form. She wonder at the backgrounds of those they had just met. Were they outcasts, runaways, or different like she had her brother? A rare emotion gripped her heart, the desire to protect those who suffered as they had. Lost as they were. Her eyes found his, matching orbs that radiated the desire to provide a safe haven for the lost gypsies of wolves.

"Wounds can turn wrathful without attention." Looking at the wounded wolfess, Vashti gave voice to her desire to help, further ensuring that she wished for no bloodshed to be spilled on this day. But neither was healing exactly her field of experience. "Does her attacker live?" She asked, hunting was more like it and she had no qualms with killing those who preyed on the innocent, which she was convinced was the case here. Such a strong opinion formed over a simple name.

Looking to Maikoa, Vashti tried to gauge her thoughts. Having uttered a single word, she didn't give much for anyone to go on. Shy? Secretive? Cautious? All were plausible possibilities but which were true? Perhaps her brother had further insight on the quiet stone and ice hued female. Keeping her face non-threatening, she merely waited.

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words: 599



tags: Vidarii Evangeline Maikoa



muse: High!



ooc: Feeling out how she reacts to new wolves.

[Evangeline]

With a tilt of her colored head, Eva was slightly surprised but not. Many thought she had been attacked, when in actuality, she had misplaced a step on her trek through the lands. "An attacker that does not exist." Her words were simple and clear as she straightened her head. The amusement of the constant questioning when they seek an attacker made Eva laugh slightly. "All it was to damage me was a single misstep upon land higher than a head held high. It was the fall that broke me; wounds long since healed the best they could." Hints of laughter could be heard in her voice as she spoke a little too fondly of the accident that had left her damaged for several years if not for the rest of her life.

She turned her head just enough to see the other two wolves out of the corner of her eyes before she returned her attention to the she-wolf that seemed to be more willing to talk to her than her companion, who ever he may be to her. The more she looked at them, the more differences she could find between them, from markings to how they moved and responded. She seemed to be more understandable than him as his came out in little poems. Eva began to think that if he could even speak outside of his little poems.

The little poems he spoke, sometimes confused the broken creature that seemed to be the only one resting at the least where the others still stood. Little did she care since they didn't seem to be too bothered by what ever they all dealt with. Her though, sometimes cursed at herself for her misstep when she was younger that left her in her current state.

Dropping her eyes for a brief second, Evangeline tried hard not to remember that day; instead she lifted her head little higher and refocused her attention on the wolves that she was in company with. Including the one named Maikoa, who had yet to say much. Looking over at the silver grey creature, she tilted her head, wondering if she will begin to say much of anything as time went on.


Word Count: 368
Tags: Vidarii , Maikoa , Vashti
Muse: Good
Notes: N/A

[Vidarii]

A smile coiled across that painted mew, humorless despite the dance in his gaze. The clear silent gray of those gems gleamed eerily from that shadow and earth brushed visage, studying the posture, the glitter in the eyes, even so minor as a slight shift in the fur unrelated to the faint breeze that stirred its way through the area. For a while he remained silent simply observing as his sister engaged the pair. Eventually though as the pale sand and shadow touched female focused her attention on his sister giving an explanation of her seasons old injury, and the gray kissed observer merely gave a name Vidarii would reenter the conversation.

The low rumble of his voice held a hypnotic quality, enhanced by the never ceasing rhymes that spilled forth from his lips.

"Deep in the darkness a hope breaks,
From crumbled beginnings a pack awakes."

The stormy clarity of those eyes settled on the gray, as he spoke directly to her.

"From the oceans you came,
Knowledge you hold shall pertain,
In your eyes one can see,
Mischief with no desire to flee."

From the gray to the sand and shadowed female did that gaze drift, the keen intelligence that burned in those depths flared, though there was no warmth found within. Like a glacier impenetrable in its movement Vidarii held himself apart from them, gauging, waiting, calculating.

"A broken vessel, yet worthy of the tides,
Within the heart true strength hides,
A tracker whose intents are a mystery,
Tells a tale of one's history."

For a moment his gaze caught his sister's seeking her thoughts before he continued, his words slipping around all three that stood within a few feet of each other. Offering a proposal, as it was plain for any to see no matter where they had come from, none of them had a true home. Here was a chance, possibly, to create one.

"With us strong you will be,
Against us, one shall ever be a broken key.
Secrets yet to be revealed,
Fates have yet to be sealed."

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words: 349
tags: Vashti / Evangeline / Maikoa / Open
muse:
ooc:

[Maikoa]

The red-eyed creature watched curiously as the situation unfolded before her. The female of the closely tied pair was much quicker to engage with the rest. She spoke of Maikoa mysterious, which satisfied the grey. She liked the thought of her emotions and intentions being tucked away, out of reach from the ones surrounding her. It allowed her to think and plot freely inside of her mind, without fear of one realizing her plans prematurely.

Finally, names were given to the earth colored pair - they were called Vashti and Vidarii. The female continued to inquire the injured wolfess about her attacker, in a sense that almost seemed like she would like to avenge the harm this metaphorical enemy had inflicted upon Evangeline. Metaphorical as in nonexistent, as the tan colored canine soon explained. A crooked smile spread across the grey's maw, for her own scars had indeed an attacker of sorts. Her own mother. But of course no wolf would push questions about a simple scar, so the story of its creation would be saved for another time.

Finally, Vidarii spoke once more. He talked in his quirky rhymes, continuously checking his partner's reaction to the words he recited ever so proudly. First, he touched upon an awakening pack. A pack of wolves? The idea baffled the sheltered wolfess. Of course she knew that the nature of canines was to establish family-like groups, but having only truly known her mother in the past, this idea of group oriented life was a foreign area to her. Was it just so easy to create a pack of one's own?

Next, the brute spoke directly to Maikoa. He must have smelled the ocean scent that still lingered on her pelt, and for some reason believed that she had no intentions of fleeing. This was true to a certain degree. The femme was more than ready to flee if necessary, but she had relaxed since she noticed the non violent tenancies of the three creatures that joined her. "Your stone colored eyes and muddy ears have served you well so far, brute. But I do warn you, touching upon realms you will never fully understand is a deadly mistake," she said in a smooth, knowing tone. Her abilities were much more advanced that what could be seen from the outside, and underestimating her capacity to handle situations such as this one could be dangerous.

After specifically addressing Evangeline, the male went on to speak to the entire group. He spoke of a hypothetical pack, she assumed. He talked of strength in unity as well as unknown fates. It was true, the wolfess had no plan for her future at this point. Before now, she had her life planned for her. Now, on this new land with a new role, Maikoa had nothing but her mother's title - she was the Synodeia, it was true. The Valley wolf was making a clear proposal, but one that the female wasn't quite prepared to counter. She had no reason to accept nor to decline. "I'm afraid your proposal does not yet strike a flame inside me. Tell me, my child, what would this hypothetical group believe in?" She was curious what the male had in mind, but she knew the dangers of trusting another too easily. Even if she were to join forces with the pair, she knew trust would not be a factor with these oddly connected wolves.

"speech."
thoughts.

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word count: 579
tags: Vashti ; Evangeline ; Vidarii
muse: greeeeat!
ooc notes: c:

[Vashti]

text. "speech." thoughts.

Since her attacker didn't exist, Vashti felt a little foolish for jumping to the conclusion it was from a fight. But with her background it wasn't an outrageous idea. Dangerous wolves were prevalent around her growing up and attacks only grew more viscous with age. Seeing that she was wrong, she merely nodded her head, satisfied she wouldn't get her taste for vengeance. She was protective at times and this seemed one of those times. However, she returned to being rather still as Vidarii wove his words to the new wolves who slowly were beginning to become acquaintances. 

She watched the reactions of the wolves as the masculine voice spoke. Maikoa seemed rather unsure and that was understandable. After all how many wolves would just join up with ones they hardly knew? She didn't think the number could be that high. Observing silently at first, Vashti merely wanted to gather information to perhaps smooth over this interchange. The grey female spoke of dangers that they had yet to know and Vashti was intrigued to see what she meant but certainly wouldn't inquire. At least not yet. Some secrets were precious.  

Tilting her head, Vashti broke her silence and gazed at the red eyed female. "Gypsies seek numbers for safety. Outcasts find balance of strength and weakness amongst other rebels. Gods or Fates matter not as a whole, as long as a unification can be found. Demons and Angels both long for sanctuary." Taking a deep breath for a pause sufficient enough to add weight to her words, Vashti flickered her pale gaze around. All four seemed some sort of outlaw, survival alone would be a tremendous burden no doubt. But if there was some way she could convey that Vidarii did not offer a dictatorship but really meant that he wished for the lost to be able to find a safe place here. On this barren land, they could be themselves and seek what they wished. If only she could speak like the others to convey this one thought.  

"Trust is tricky as is the flame which can offer warmth but easily devour the forest and all those within it. Time must pass, Effort made. Freedom is always offered." She wouldn't want anyone to stay unless they wished and Maikoa seemed especially apt to bolt off in any moment. Why? That was a question the cryptic obsidian and Earth female was quite curious about. "Experience tells of talents not easily accepted by most."

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words:
419


tags:
Vidarii Evangeline Maikoa


muse:
Good


ooc:
Hopefully she got the point across.......

[Evangeline]

When the attention had been removed from her, and moved on to Maikoa, Eva turned her head, her body shifting slightly in the process, so that she could see her and the male better. When they were fully in her sight, instead of just in her peripheral vision, she gave a single wag of her tail, and took note of each of them.

When a pack was mentioned to be formed, Eva lifted her head higher. That was one thing she was unsure of. Sure, the two seemed as if they may be a good fit, but could a bunch of misfits truly make up a single pack? To their minds, it was. But Eva knew that it would be difficult just to find the proper members for it. "A journey that can be difficult to discover." She mumbled silently. Truly it was going to be hard, but they caught part of her attention. A creature of no pack may have thought it may sound like a good deal, but she also knew that most wolves grew up with at least some pack instincts where this one did not. Evangeline barely knew what her own instincts were. She wasn't even sure how she would do in a pack, and she wasn't sure if she was to try and help.

As she felt the pain slowly begin to fade from her body, she managed to sit back down with less struggle than it was for her to stand. Glad to no longer feel her broken body, she released a sigh and kept her full attention on the others as they spoke; curious just as well as what this possible pack may truly be in tuned to. In the last two years alone, Eva has seen all sorts of packs: religious, filled with warriors, open run packs. All with different, well grouped ranks with most having well ordered laws of their own, but not one she had heard of, has been made fully of complete misfits such as this bunch. But one would never know fully until their was a pack of misfits to know if it would actually succeed well enough to remain among the lands and not fall apart. "You desire a journey of difficulties?" She spoke loud enough so they could hear her this time as her grey orbs drifted around each of the wolves, lingering on each for a few extra seconds than what was needed.


Word Count: 410
Tags: Vidarii , Maikoa , Vashti
Muse: Good
Notes: Sorry for the wait, but here is a reply for y'all!

[Iason]

Yesterday, Iason had arrived on this strange island. He had not intended to survive the water, but it seemed that he had, and this strange land mass had not given him a reason to leave so he made no second attempt to commit suicide. Perhaps he could start anew upon this continent; perhaps he would not be seen as a freak. For all he knew, he could be normal and commonplace among whatever population the island had, if any.

Leaving the rocky beach that the Maned wolf had collapsed at last night when he had washed up upon the pebble-strewn shore, the mute albino decided to explore and find out what kind of place he had landed himself onto. If he was to find a new home there, he ought to know his way around generally. At that moment, he knew absolutely nothing about whatever he had been greeted with.

As stark white paws carried a weary body around, Iason felt rather betrayed and mocked by the island. It was greeting him with everything that he had ever wanted before—peace, quiet, a bully-free environment—but no, he had to lose his mother and attempt to leave life as he knew it in order to obtain such luxury. With the given circumstances, it did not feel like luxury at all. The pastel-hued canid wondered why, if he had access to beautiful environments such as the ones that he was in at that moment, why it had only been presented to him when he had lost every last hope, when he had become so hopeless that he had attempted to take his own life.

Mulling over past events had pulled the broken male into a melancholy reverie, his battered head hanging down glumly. He had stopped trying to observe his surroundings, them seeming to not hold anything of particular interest, and had stopped scenting for potential dangers. It seemed that the land that he had encountered was empty. That was, until Iason encountered a female speaking of freedom or something of the sorts.

Jolting back in shock, the canine's pale pink eyes widened as he shied away from the strangers. It seemed that there were four of them—two rather similar-looking wolves, one with curiously red eyes, and another wolf, a female, with a mottled pelt. They were a heterogeneous group, all seeming to be unique in their own ways just by looking at them. Perhaps Iason would fit in with other misfits, with the pariahs of this place.

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Words: 423
Tags: Vidarii Vashti Evangeline Maikoa
Notes: Here it is! Sorry for the wait <3
Muse: Great

[Vidarii]

Twins perched forward as the cool chill of that clear glacial gaze slid back to the silver one, meeting the fierce red of those gems. A wicked grin crossed lazily over his visage.

"Only cowards shy away from unknown waters,
Knowledge is gained by ambitious marauders."

Very few may have truly understood what he meant, given that most would look upon the surface of the words. But that would be typical, if they bothered to listen at all. Vashti would be the only one to his knowledge who would look deeper into the chosen phrase and words. Dare was no coward, quite the opposite actually and while his or Vash's curiosity had often landed the duo into more trouble then a stirred up hornets nest. They had never emerged from such without having learned something. Wisdom wasn't gained from those that hid from experience.

His gaze and voice turned to the molten earth at this point, then he spoke of their dream sparked in adversity. When Maikoa's voice once more broke above its surface to be heard only to be answered by his sister's unique speech, Vidarii remained silent, he was well aware of the general wolven population having difficulty understanding the pair. It was at time, frustrating, like now. They simply did not know how to convey the essence of their dream where the average wolf could understand. Yet they did not truly want the average wolf, an average wolf could easily find a home within the various packs that settled all across Anikira. Their pack was meant for those who could not fit in, because even the oddities of their world deserved a place to belong.

Evangeline chose at that moment to speak up, of difficulties and journeys. Cream and copper brushed with ash parted to speak once more only to snap shut as another scent caught his attention. Silvery gray gems glittered as they twisted about seeking the source. Shying away a tall lanky figure dropped in the purest of white stood out sharply against the otherwise stark drown and drab backdrop.

"From the shadows another appears,
Shades of snow and pink spheres."

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Word Count: 366
Tags: Vashti, Maikoa, Evangeline, Iason
Muse: Happy Dance!!
Notes:

[Maikoa]

As the intermingling of the oddly matched group continued further, Maikoa was drawn in by Vashti's offers. As she described the tendency for things or creatures that are similar to join together, the red eyed female considered the current situation as a whole. The four canines had absolutely no common ground to relate upon, except for just that. Not one could seem to relate to any other. That small spark of thought is what caused the Grey to continue in a less malicious tone, "For the scattered power of four, could mold together seamlessly to form one great force." Her words trailed off quietly as the others continued to discuss feats of bravery and journeys ahead. She found it difficult to focus on the conversations as her own mind twisted and turned, attempting to decipher what to do next.

Could joining a pack of misfits benefit the femme in any way? She assumed so, as the power of four would in fact be greater than a solitary one. She knew her capabilities of transforming any situation into an advantage for her, and this would be no different. However she did not yet trust those around her, and earning her full respect would not be easy especially for the one called Vidarii. He clearly pleasured himself in asserting twisted dominance and pride in himself, which Maikoa did not necessarily take offense in. Rather, she hoped the brute knew that she was not a weak force to be underestimated and would not submit to him for no good reason. If he tried anything on her, he would surely be seen to regret it.

Soon enough, the scent of a fifth entered the crooked nostrils of the female. Another male. She took it in graciously, yet hoped somewhere inside of her that this male was not just passing through. Thickening this interesting plot that was unfolding at this moment with yet another factor would be entertaining to her. Almost as soon as she detected the scent, the sight of a very peculiar looking canine came into view. He was entirely white with eyes and nose that suggested that he was a carrier of albinism, a condition she was familiar with considering her past experiments with her mother. A twisted smile spread across her maw as her crimson eyes burned into the stranger's. "And then there were five," she cooed in a devilish voice, sitting back on her haunches calmly as she awaited the others' reactions.

"speech."
thoughts.

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word count: 418
tags: Vashti ; Evangeline ; Iason ; Vidarii  
muse: meh
ooc notes: sorry for the wait!

[Vashti]

text. "speech." thoughts.

Evangeline's statement may have been made from fear of the unknown or simply a query, Vashti didn't really know which one. "Have we not already embarked on such a journey?" She tilted her head and addressed Eva directly. "Two heads are better than one, they say. Why should four be any more dangerous?" A pessimist would surely point out several things but she was confident that if they banded together and worked as a unit to make it function, this proposed pack could be a success. It would take work. That was no small statement. But some of the best things came from hard work, that was just a fact of life.

Pale eyes flickered to Vidarii briefly to gauge his reaction. Expecting immediate acceptance of such a proposal would have actually made herself doubt the idea, the fact they were met with caution and the like raised her own confidence. If they could win the outcasts walking this island then they would surely be a strong pack once things were smoothed out and running efficiently.

. Maikoa's addition was surprising but appreciated by the female of the siblings and a dip of the head was made in her direction. It seemed the sceptic was slowly coming to realize the offer may not be as crazy as it first seemed or maybe it was crazy and that only intrigued her. Either way, Vashti was growing more confident even as the minutes ticked by. This could work! It seemed that the short statement was all that would be added for now, which was fine. An excess of words may only complicate things.

The arrival of a fifth was noted by more than just her. Vidarii and Maikoa were the first to comment on it which Vashti took as a sign that she needn't add her voice to the matter. After all repeating the obvious seemed like a waste of time for her. Glancing to the stark white male, Vashti"s curiosity was peaked, having never seen an albino before made him very interesting to her. "A bid of welcome one gives to The embodiment of winter." She spoke with a kind tone, seeing as he had yet to offer any greeting perhaps he would be put more at ease once he realized they were not a malicious group. "She is Vashti, he is Vidarii." Letting the others have the honor of proclaiming their own names should they wish to share, Vashti merely watched the snowy male to gauge his reaction to such news. 

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words: 425

tags: Evangeline Vidarii Iason  Maikoa

muse: Good

ooc: Sorry for the wait

[Evangeline]

Eva heaved a sigh as she shifted her weight across her haunches. "Four can be a danger of own, and that alone can be a journey some are in no shape to venture through." The words rolled off her tongue easier than she expected, but she knew that what she said could be true. Especially with a bunch of misfits such as themselves.

Before she could open her maw to speak again, a new scent covered in water reached her nostrils. "Arrival of a fifth? One of a creature of a different natural design?" Shifting her eyes to scan the land, she caught the looks of a tall, lanky, white creature that seemed to be drenched. When Vashti spoke the names of her own and her brother, the creature's tail stiffened over the ground behind her. "All call me Eva." Her voice rang clear as she looked the new-comer over. Her limbs wanted to lift the creature's haunches from the ground and go over to meet the new one instead of just sit there among them. A silent growl rumbled in her chest as she refocused her attention to the other fiends around her.

Something about these other misfits not only felt comforting, but also confusing and put her a little on edge. She didn't know what she felt more. Eva's eyes kept shifting between the creatures for a little while longer before they settled down on the white, lanky creature again. Never seeing a lanky creature like him, caught her attention. She was use to the stocky wolves that made her and the three fiends, but not the lanky one before them. Even one of the same coloring as him.

Blinking, she continued to watch him before she finally felt her tail curl slightly behind her. The more she focused just slight attention to him, the more that she grew comfortable around a creature of his natural design. But who was he? What was it that brought him here?


Word Count: 330
Tags: Iason , Vidarii , Maikoa , Vashti
Muse: Bleh
Notes: Sorry for delay!

[Vasyl]

Time had passed reluctantly slow for the silver and cream hued brute. It seemed as if it were mocking him- mocking him because all that he had once known had been brutally taken from him. He had had a future, had a promising path ahead of him, until the rug was ripped out from beneath his feet. He and his sister Vianna had suffered a gruesome fate at the hands of their own siblings. Vidarii and Vashti had always been tricksters growing up, enough so that Vasyl had ignored them. Most of the time their games irritated him and annoyed him, and if they ever tried to pull things on him he would eagerly greet them with snapping teeth. He had been foolish the day of the hunt. His stomach had been so empty but it wasn't as if he was worried about himself. He had been thinking about the pack and the fact that no one had had anything to eat. So when they smelled the fresh hare both he and Vianna had taken off on the trail- his hunger overriding his common sense. He was the eldest out of the four siblings, he knew better; but he had been blind. Even now he could still clearly recall the feel of the cliff crumbling beneath both he and his sister. Just as he had attempted to reach out to grab her scruff to pull her back away from the edge everything had collapsed beneath him. The fall had been terrifying, his life had flashed before his eyes. Vasyl hadn't been fortunate enough that day to lose his life- no instead his right fore leg had been practically amputated. His skin had hung in tatters, his paw dangling by only a few shreds of skin. The pain had been immense and all he could recall was his siblings faces peering over the edge of the cliff.

It was in the past.. He tried to tell himself that. But the post traumatic stress disorder made things difficult. He couldn't go near cliffs, couldn't stand the very sight of them. Truthfully they made him spiral out of control, and they scared him- but he would never dare tell another soul such a thing. He was bitter, incredibly bitter but he knew that his only chance of survival would be a pack that could tolerate him for his..disability. He glanced down at his front leg then, or well what was left of it. Thanks to the healer Esther his appendage had healed rather nicely aside from the gruesome scars and areas of skin that held no hair. He was fortunate that infection hadn't taken hold of him but now he had a disability to deal with. He didn't want pity and he demanded respect, but he also knew his limitations. He couldn't hunt on his own when it came to large animals and was just scraping by. It had dawned on him that he needed a pack- he knew he needed the structure. What had been intriguing was the fact that he had smelled his siblings. They were within the vicinity, along with others, and he figured now was the time to pay them a little visit. He was quiet, surprisingly so for a wolf with three functioning legs. His grey orbs flickered from each wolf as he shifted in the shadows. And finally he emerged, hobbling forward to stand before them all. Vasyl. Brother of the twins. His gravelly voice snarled, demanding attention. It had been so unused for so long, but he held his head high. His eyes pinned both Vashti and Vidarii in his stare. He would be interested to see their reaction, would they think of him as a ghost back from the dead to haunt them? They damn well better. He thought to himself. He wanted them to be bothered, he wanted them to have to face what they had caused every day of their lives. And they would be stuck with them, whether they wanted him or not.

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notes: SO MUCH MUSE
tagged: Vashti + Vidarii + Maikoa + Iason + Evangeline
word count: 695

[Iason]

A stark white head bobbed at the male of the two similar-looking wolves as he spoke. The words weaved by his mottled maw seemed poetic in nature, spoken cryptically, although Iason did not judge for that. It was, after all, more normal than no speech at all. Then the female with red eyes and a scarred muzzle spoke, offering a short, simple sentence which the pale Maned wolf also nodded to. The other male's supposed sister was next to say something, speaking of Iason as 'the embodiment of winter'. Accustomed to strange nicknames, the scarred canine did not comment on her wording, instead paying attention to the names that she offered. She seemed to be referring to herself as Vashti, although the albino could not be certain as it was in third person. He was definitely not one to judge for an abnormality in another, but was still slightly confused by her manner of speech. Deciding that she would be Vashti, the pale wolf then associated her supposed brother with Vidarii. Vidarii and Vashti. They were both unique in their own aspects yet fit together so well, such a dynamic duo.

Next to introduce themself was the final female. She, too, seemed to speak in a strange manner, and introduced herself as Eva. Iason nodded towards Eva before looking away, uncomfortable with maintaining eye contact. He had never had experience in social situations so, rather than doing something, he stared at his feet, awkwardly shuffling them. Perhaps he could have run away, but a band of outcasts was the closest thing that he could have ever found to a society where he was accepted, so why leave? Instead, he stayed doing what he was doing, until a sixth character entered the haphazard scene.

The newcomer was a male, one with a creamy, mottled pelt and a set of pale grey optics, much like those of his siblings as he put it. He was the brother of the 'twins', which Iason assumed to be Vidarii and Vashti—they were, after all, practically identical in the healer's eyes. The mute canid knew not of why the word 'twins' was spoken with such scorn, although it was noted. Each family had their own drama and it was not any of Iason's business; it was likely very personal, but still, he felt a mutual liking for the brother and sister who spoke in such different styles yet both as unique and as strange as the other. If this new wolf had a disliking for the duo, perhaps he posed a threat to them, so Iason was wary. He watched the curiously semi-legless brute with suspicion although he did not do anything—he had no reason to act, for this wolf could be innocent and he would never harm an innocent being for no reason.

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Words: 475
Tags: Vidarii Maikoa Vashti Evangeline Vasyl
Notes: Yay for replies!
Muse: Pretty good