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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 30, 2010 7:33:53 GMT 8
The lands were just how he had left them. Perfect. Serene. Safe. As the border between the two coastal lands thinned, it was noticeable by even a blind creature that there was an extreme difference between the two lands. One was rugged, with rocks laying by a salty sea that crashed against the shores brutally. The other, to contrast, was a fine sanded land, with few stones and gentle warm waters that were inviting to all. Along the banks, sea turtles were laying their eggs, buried deep beneath the sands while sea gulls dug to find a small meal out of them. Little clams laid against the shore, stuffed with living creatures that contributed something to them all, the wolf was sure.
Paws padding against the surface, he stopped for a moment to just let the salty winds waft through his entire frame, enlightening him from the inside out. Trotting forward, the red wolf felt the waves rushing around his hocks as a smile erupted over his features. Flicking his ivory laced tail, he turned his skull to see the newest of his friends coming with him still. How lovely she was, with her flecked pelt resembling little Fosca's. As he had healed, she would, but with only the help of his dearest friends and loves, could the healing process even start to begin. Grief was the worst kind of depression, and those brutal savages from the Africa land had caused it for her in a terrible way.
Modet walked slowly to a sand bank, taking his sweet time as he watched the foals, of all hues, play tag along the shores. Even these were calm enough waters for the smallest of creatures to find enjoyment in. "Snow Dawn, Clearwater," he called softly, knowing they would hear him calling to them gently, like the wind. Perhaps, his son would even arrive to introduce Modet to his own pack. The possibilities were endless, yet there had to be a soultion to the tensions rising in the world of wolves. The one whose name meant courage was there to find it and fix it, to save the innocent from disaster.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 30, 2010 13:54:11 GMT 8
The simply beautiful, yet broken fae approached. She wasn't here for love, nor truly for a life. Safety maybe, hoping to keep the trail on her and not on her young pups. She had forced them to run away, their heads held high as she did what she could do to keep them safe and away from that feral land. "Modet," she greeted the brute who had granted her home, her multi-coloured head twisting to watch the male with deep eyes. "So, this is where you live?"
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Post by erosaf on Nov 30, 2010 18:09:09 GMT 8
Clearwater She was not one of Modets pack, but after her came her litter. Deaf russet furred female Kiara, black male Kovu, brown male Mufasa, white Ghost look alike female Sarabi, and russet and white female Nala. Until the pups could fend for themselves though, they would live with Ghost's brother, Modet. "Modet," she barked, smiling at him.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 30, 2010 18:13:43 GMT 8
Head snapped around, eyeing the appoaching fae with mistrusting eyes. But they quickly softened, she knew this fae. "Clearwater?" she questioned, knowing that the fae would not know her. "I am sorry for your loss," she told her quietly, knowing that she two had recently lost her mate.
The multi-coloured head bowed slightly, paws backtracking and clambering up the slight hill to sit beside Modet. "Are we all broken?" she asked finally.
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Post by otho on Dec 5, 2010 14:05:24 GMT 8
Keiria
I bounded forward, my soft ears, useless to me, still, never moving. I looked to the others, before sitting down and turning my head back to where my mother walked, her coming of the sun fur glimmering in the light of the high but coming lower sun. I could see big waters washing against sharp stones, and I could feel lovely little crunchy type glimmering sands beneath my paws. Still, my eyes moved beyond those things, to stare at my father, the big tree and snow colored brute, and the others there.
One was a pretty many hued fae, and the other, I knew, was the female wolf that had loved one related to my father, as I was related to sixth and seventh, first and second, fifth, and third. Near her were young wolves, one colored like the night, one tree bottom brown, another like my father, and the last, white like snow.
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Snow Dawn
The white fae with beautiful tints, like the rising sun, moved forward, padding up to lick her mate's cheek before sitting beside him. "The trip back wasn't what I had expected. Keiria chose a different route. One which took us closer to the gully than I had wanted. We ran into Jalie there." she said to Modet, her bright eyes sad. Their daughter, the white wolf named Jalie, was in Soul Render's pack, in the gully now. She had taken sides against them, and against many in her family. Now, the fae knew, her daughter was likely pregnant with her chosen brute's pups.
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Post by erosaf on Dec 5, 2010 14:10:55 GMT 8
"Maybe," she replied to the wolf who'd spoken to her. Then she looked at the other female that appeared. "At least we meet. Greetings Snow Dawn, I am Clearwater. I'm only here because my mate died, Modet's brother, Ghost."
Sarabi sneezed, looking at the other big wolves. Who were they all? She was the one who was most like Ghost, that was clear enough from her snowy pelt.
Kiara sat silently beside them, not understanding what was going on. She heard nothing that went on.
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Post by otho on Dec 5, 2010 14:18:08 GMT 8
Snow Dawn
The white she-wolf nodded to Clearwater, a small smile on her features. "It is good to meet you, Clearwater. I have seen you in battle before, but I have never had the opportunity to speak to you without having to worry about the blood of our allies being spilled." she said to the other, nodding to Keiria. "This is one of my daughters, Keiria. She was born deaf, and hasn't yet decided to search for another pack. I don't believe she will, in fact, but perhaps she is simply waiting for something." added the white wolf, nodding to the silent grey young one who had turned to look at the russet hued she-pup.
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Keiria
I turned my black nose towards the tree-bottom colored little wolf and smiled a bit, moving towards her slowly. I looked to her ears, and noting that they didn't move, I flicked my own quickly, trying to tell her that I too, heard nothing said.
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Post by erosaf on Dec 5, 2010 14:27:00 GMT 8
"It may well be a good thing that Kieira has not, for my daughter, whom she's gone to talk to, hears nothing as well. I fear for Kiara though, she seems to have nothing but darkness within her, and may end up on the same side as your daughter, Jalie."
Clearwater sighed. There was nothing at the moment she could do for the little pup. She only hoped that Kiara did not go to that side, it would pain her if she did. "I think another will come here soon, in search of a mate for himself. While he has none though, he'll be running with me. One of my brothers, Rockstar..." There was sorrow in her voice at the next sentence. "Soul Render... he is my brother."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Dec 5, 2010 14:31:12 GMT 8
Looking out into the orange splattered sky, he almost forgot what was happening around them. Becoming suddenly addicted to the soft rushing of water in and out upon the shore, he almost didn't notice his queen coming to him. Whirling his muscly, dynamic form around to face her, he laid his harks back against his skull as he gently nuzzled her. Modet watched as they greeted one another and turned to his daughter, the youngest, with a nod. Always, he had known her wisdom, but he had feared forever that she would never find a place of her own on this earth. Modet wondered if someone who could not hear the love around could feel it or desire it. As usual, he wished her a perfect life, but that didn't usually happen....like Jaile's. He turned to the young she-wolf, Kiara. From time to time, she reminded Modet of his own daughter. Somehow, there was a darkness in her that no one had been able to reach. If more of his children and family turned to darkness, he didn't know what he would do. Sometimes, it hurt so badly that he felt like running away from the world and hiding. Evil was a constant threat in this world, and the gully was just an excuse for the evil to assemble on a daily basis. Now, his daughter was apart of that. "I know what happened with Jaile. Curcio has been angry about it, but I've convinced him not to go down there and confront her," he sighed, hearing young Nala approaching.
The young golden she-wolf trotted up to the new wolf, her bubbly personality shining through her light blue eyes. "Hello," she smiled at the beautiful multicolored wolf. "I'm Nala. It means gift," she chimed sweetly. Even though she had aged a few months, she still had a small child's disposition. One day, she would carry on the legacy of kindness. Instead of being evil like some were in the family, she would be kind to all.
Beside her was Mufasa, who had learned to sense vibrations in the earth to tell when others were near. In the last month, he hadn't bumped into a single thing. He moved his brown shining bodice over to them all. Even though he could not see any of them, he smiled confidently without pressure to his expressions. "I am Mufasa," he said with a bow. Most wouldn't even notice he was blind.
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Post by otho on Dec 5, 2010 23:52:52 GMT 8
Snow Dawn
Snow Dawn sighed a bit, loving the touch of Modet against her fur. It had been one and almost a half years since she had given birth to the seven beautiful pups. One had died, in the mountain lands as a young one. One had stayed, forever unable to hear. A third... A third had died the most terrible death, the death of her heart, murdered by the coldness of her mind. Now, there were only five left to the snow colored wolf. Her three strong young sons, Toralon, Harith, and Curcio. Then her two beautiful daughters, Adalia and Keiria. She was proud of her children, Toralon with his growing pack in the coastal land she herself currently resided in. Harith, moving through the desert lands, and Curcio, somewhere else in the world they had chosen to live in.
Soon, she realized, she would ask Modet for another group of wonderful young ones. Summer of the year had come, and she was in heat again, waiting for a sign that the time was right to ask. Perhaps Keiria felt the same, but alas, Snow Dawn would never know.
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Keiria
I looked up suddenly, sniffing the air. Then I turned towards the other pups that had come. They were young, brilliantly wonderful. I loked to my mother, and I knew suddenly.
Turning on my heel, I walked away, my still ears never moving, my grey fur blown by wind. I knew where to go, and so, I was going. I'd come back, oh yes! But I wanted to go someplace else before I returned. No worries were in my mind or my heart though; I wouldn't be gone long.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Dec 6, 2010 2:35:03 GMT 8
Much had been lost in the time they had been together, but more had been gained. Back in the river land, there was no one to love, for the one he desired the most had been hidden within the glade. Instead of forcing her like he could have, they had spoken and had fallen in love to both of their disbelief. It had been the best decision he'd ever made in his life, other than deciding to have seven young ones, which was now reduced to six if one was to count the rotten heart of his young snow hued daughter. Modet had finally accepted that she was never coming home. Eleven sons and daughters were born from Mactire, a young she wolf that wished for pups. Word had reached him that only seven had survived. Modet wanted to meet them, but he knew he never would.
It was summer again, and someday, he knew that each of them would find their place in this world. Ada would no doubt find someone to love her through her playfulness, and both of his sons already had one in their packs. Modet's ebony son had told him that he was finished wandering and that it was not as pleasurable for him as it was for the red wolf. Instead, he would settle down in the Inferno Plains, with Armada as the queen and Onyx as the beta. It would definitely fit his needs for a new place to roam. Modet was sure that the evil of the lands would not taint him, for he was strong and intelligent like his father. Soon, a new litter of wolves would be born, perhaps from him and his queen. By seeing Keiria trot off, he started to have suspicions to where she was going. "Wonder what she's up to. She seemed to be in a hurry," Modet said with a shrug, leaving his eyes on Snow Dawn.
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Post by otho on Dec 6, 2010 2:40:24 GMT 8
Snow Dawn
The snowy wolf watched her daughter walk off, and smiled a bit, though she was slightly worried about the grey young she-wolf. "I think I know, Modet," she said quietly to her mate, sighing. "She senses what we know. I think that she'll be back though." added the beautiful dawn tinted she-wolf.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Dec 6, 2010 3:10:17 GMT 8
From the start of her words, he confirmed in his mind that the journey was to the glade. What a wondrous place of love it was, but to get lucky was simply that - luck. Modet hoped with his heart that she found something rare and pure, just as his queen had. They had never expected to find one another, but that was how loved worked in its pure ways. Nodding at her words, he sighed softly, sitting himself down upon a rock. "We can only hope she will come," he said, waiting for her to return. If nothing happened to her, she would come back, but no one could tell what would happen if a gully wolf got a hold of her.
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Post by otho on Dec 6, 2010 4:12:35 GMT 8
((Mind if I skip forward a few hours?))
Snow Dawn
She nodded her head a bit, in complete agreement with her mate, wondering for a moment if her grey daughter, like herself, would find love there. "She's grown up now. She'll be able to look after herself now, I think."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Dec 6, 2010 8:57:05 GMT 8
Modet sank down to the level of the sand, thinking about what the future would hold. It was about time to move on to another home. Even though it was nice to hold on to all the time they had spent here, other places beheld just as great beauty as this one did. That decision, as all others were, was up to his queen, the love of his life. "At this time of year, there's lots of male wolves just waiting to find young females in the glade. Most aren't like us. Wolves like Soul Render, Radu, Remus, Draighean, and Shyam all seem to stay there at hours on end every day," he shook his crown. "Only when I'm passing through, will I give others what they have always wanted. I saved one from bearing the pups of Soul Render," Modet said with a shake of his skull.
"She could have gone to the river too, but she doesn't talk. I don't think she would have gone there. We should just wait and see if she returns," Modet finished with a nod, looking back to her for some input. Out of all, the number of heirs that the kind wolf possessed were much greater than any of the evil wolves could have wished for. Quality raising and blood lines were hard to come by until they had come along. Now, being a grandfather, he was sure that he would pass leading the good of the wolves down to two of his sons - Toralon and Harith. None of the others would be involved, for they seemed to be the wisest out of all of his sons combined...unless a spectacular young male was born in their next litter. Still, he was not old, and this wasn't something he'd have to worry about for a long time.
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