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Post by otho on Oct 4, 2010 11:24:37 GMT 8
Toralon
I trotted over the soft, wet sands with a loping grace, my paws leaving their marks with ease. My brown and white coat shone in the sunlight, a flash of snowy beauty, and dark mahogany color.
"Sorrel? I May I speak with you?" I called out, my voice midway between a howl and a bark.
My brown eyes traced paths over the waters and the sands, my paws longing to dig in, and my stomach longing to find out how good some of the fish I saw, darting in the shallower water, would taste. My heart though, was moving in different circles, thinking of Lupita and Anila. Lupita, I had of course made sure reached here, but I wondered if the other wolves in the land would try to harm her. Anila had yet to come here, but I hoped she be here soon as well.
I was young, only a bit more than a year old. Anila minded that, I knew. So did another, a kind of rude she-wolf. But I knew Lupita at least, didn't mind my age in the least. What did age matter, when the heart was open? Not one bit did it matter. Not one wit.
So why was everyone so shocked or annoyed or amused by my age? I had seen the mountains, the valleys, the secret parts of the land, even parts of the forest. Now I had seen the coast as well. The only land I had yet to see was the desert lands. Those, I had yet to feel, to touch. But that would change sometime soon. I knew that.
It was so annoying! Being told that one was naive, or immature, when I had seen much more than many wolves saw in their entire lives! Plus, of course, I knew how to fight. After all, my brothers, sisters, and I didn't get along ALL the time.
In matters of the heart, I supposed I still needed to learn things, but how would I learn if no one deigned me worthy of teaching? I wouldn't, of course.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 4, 2010 13:33:42 GMT 8
Clearwater and Sorrel The female Alpha wolf of Vernien En' Seere heard the call to her king, Sorrel and bounded towards him as the stallion lifted his head from the grass. As was the usual when it came to other wolves, Sorrel liked to have her company. Together they headed towards the sound of the wolf's call finding him soon. He was young, but that mattered not. "Greetings," Sorrel said. "I am Sorrel and this is Clearwater, Alpha of the wolves of my homeland." OOC: Clearwater:
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Post by otho on Oct 4, 2010 20:59:53 GMT 8
Toralon
I bowed to them both, as was always due. "Greetings Sorrel, Clearwater. I am Toralon, or Torie, of wanderers. I am searching among the lands for a place to call my home. I wondered if you would allow me, and the two she-wolves with me, to stay here for a time." I said calmly, my brown eyes traversing the two before me with a quick glance before resting as I stared up into Sorrel's eyes, occasionally flicking them to watch Clearwater for his reactions.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 5, 2010 4:23:09 GMT 8
The one of purest ivory trotted upon the soft sands, hearing the commotion of another. Eyes of blue he had, radiating warmth from his kind features. In some aspects, he looked like his brother, Modet....who he missed so dearly. The thought at mind though...was the intruder. He was here, at Vernien En Seere. Ghost could only hear the new wolf, but he could not see him. The melodious voice of the male wolf sounded so similar to the one he had known before. Could it be?
His ivory crown was high, showing pride and dominance as he stood by Clearwater, his true love and only pack member. Then, it hit him, like a block of ice. That red-brown pelt, that face, those eyes. "M-Modet?" he asked, going up to sniff the young male. Of course, this young one was much to young to be his brother, but perhaps they knew each other. The ivory of his pelt also shone in the warm coastal sun. It looked just like his brother's.
Ghost came to the conclusion that he was crazy though, crazy for thinking that his brother had returned. "I'm sorry, young one," he said with a sigh. "I guess you probably don't know him. We were close...brothers," he said, brightening up as he forgot about the pain, the sorrow that surrounded him. "I am Ghost, the lead male," he said brightly, already liking the wolf that looked so familiar.
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Post by erosaf on Oct 5, 2010 6:11:43 GMT 8
"I see no trouble with the idea," Clearwater said, looking up at Sorrel. The stallion was looking at the new wolf, thinking about this. "I suppose you are welcome here. Though when it comes to hunting, please bury any kills you make. There is a place, i know not where, that Clearwater usually buries her own kills, so I would apprieiciate it if you would do so in the same place."
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Post by otho on Oct 5, 2010 6:27:13 GMT 8
Toralon
I was slammed back by complete and utter shock as another male approached. The look in the other's eyes as well only reinforced this feeling, and I sat back, looking at him in utter disbelief. His words sparked complete and total disbelief, and I began to wonder if I had stepped into a dream.
"I... I know Modet." I said quietly, looking at him like he was a ghost. "He's my father." I said, wondering through the haze of my shock what affect my looks, so very close to my father, had on him.
I blinked a bit, watching this wolf. Part of my pack, in a way. It was only after a few seconds that I realized what Clearwater and Sorrel had said. Belatedly, I nodded my head. "I'll do so gladly. Habit of mine anyways. Helps to keep away other predators, as well as carrion birds. Thank you, Sorrel." I said, looking to him and the she-wolf before returning to my rather shocked contemplation of Ghost.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 5, 2010 9:59:06 GMT 8
The ivory male stepped forward, looking his nephew in the eyes. He looked so much like his father; Ghost wondered if there were pups of theirs that looked anything like him. A white wolf, just like he would mean everything to him. Clearwater had not yet replied to his wish for pups of their own, but he hoped she would someday. They were his only wish. Ghost chuckled at the young one, at him being stunned.
"I am Modet's brother...and your uncle, I believe," he said gently, looking down to the newly adult wolf. "You plan to live here?" he asked, hoping that there would be family all around him and love. Modet hated him, he knew. Ghost had supposedly abandoned them in a time of need. Sorry he was, more sorry than he had been for anything. A final farewell before they went into battle was what he needed, what he desired.
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Post by otho on Oct 5, 2010 11:35:10 GMT 8
Toralon
I blinked back my shock, looking at Ghost, the white wolf. As I studied him, I was reminded of Jalie. For some reason I had a feeling that she and Ghost would get along just fine. "Yeah, that would be right. I'm your nephew..." I said, considering it for a moment before answering is question.
"I might choose to live here. My mother and Father are both wanderers, so I've seen most of the lands, but I've yet to spend time in the coastal areas and the desert terras. I want to consider both before I make my choice. Hopefully, one will call to me more than the other lands. The mountains hold sorrow, and the valleys hold evil. Plus, of course, I don't particularly care for the scenery. Or the food. Rabbits and deer don't offer much of a challenge." I said, laughing a bit.
"I'm not your only nephew though. There are- Were... Seven of us. I'm second oldest. First was Adalia, or Ada, a brown she-wolf. Then me, then Harith, who's black; a brute. Next came Jalie, a she-wolf, who looks a lot like you, and Keiria, a grey she-wolf... She's deaf. Born that way. Curcio, a brute that looks like Mother; white with dawn-tints."
I paused for a second, as if paying respect. "Then there was Fosca... The seventh. She had fur like no one else's. Brown, grey, black, white... You could choose pretty much any color and you'd find it in her coat. But she had a lame leg, and one day while she was hunting she fell and... Was speared by a boulder."
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