I trotted back into the water land, my deep blues eyes moving to my father and mother, wagging my tail in greeting. That hadn't taken long at all. Sadly, I knew that nasty wolf was an enemy, but my young ones wouldn't be like him. Anyway, I didn't care much, for he'd not see them, and he'd not hurt their minds with his talk. Unless, of course, they chose later to try and follow the path he'd lain out for them. I wouldn't tell them of their father though. Not till much, much later, if I ever found a way to, that was...
She looked to Modet as Keiria came back, only a few hours later. "What did I tell you? She's impulsive, and she wouldn't be looking for a home, but a chance to have her own pups." said the snowy wolf, moving over to her daughter and 'speaking' with her motions.
She walked back to Modet though, a saddened look on her face. "It was Shyam, I think. She told me of clouds rolling with him, and fire. Only a hell hound would fit, and there's only Shyam." she said to her mate, lying down again. Still, her daughter would likely keep the pups from the harm of their father, and Snow Dawn could help in things her daughter couldn't do.
Modet jumped to his feet, harks perked as he heard the steady footsteps of his deaf daughter coming. As she spoke her words, he seemed relieved, in a sense. The storm hued daughter of his was the only thing he had left of his previous litter. Of them all, she observed the most and relied on her instincts. The other five had references to one another, and most of them had turned out well...except for one. The wolf was sure that his daughter had been bred though. Modet only hoped she had found love too, in that.
"Shyam? The winged wolf?" he asked, wondering if it had been that one with the light shining eyes that had tried to rip his throat out on the battle field. "I saw one - he lived in the gully, and he attacked one on our side as well as me," he explained, wondering if it was the same wolf. There was only one hell hound around here, that was known. It just had to be Shyam. "The pups could be trouble if we don't help to keep him away. No doubt, he'll come sometime or another," Modet mentioned with a deep sigh. A new battle was arising - one between the wolves.
I looked to my father, and pushed my nose skyward, standing on two legs. Winged, he was indeed, I was trying to tell him. I pointed to the waters, and then back to the sky. Thunderclouds followed him, I was saying. Suddenly, I looked at them all, and then shook myself a bit. I flickered my tail from side to side, then, as if it were completely and totally normal, I reached out to his mind and showed him an image of the wolf. That is he, I implied, though I didn't say any true words. I wondered, for a moment, if he understood, if he could feel it, or if it was just my imagination.
Mother? I asked, flashing a mental image of my mother to another of the minds I felt near me. She felt familiar, like a cold wind, that made me feel warmer.
The white wolf looked to her daughter suddenly, surprised, shocked. She was sure she had imagined the strange sensation, but no... Again she felt a feather light brush, a calm, warm feeling in her heart. Keiria? she asked, sure that if she wasn't imagining it, then her daughter would know she'd spoken.
Keiria? replied a voice, questing, emotions flying through a strange mental pathway.
Snow Dawn drew up a picture of her grey daughter and concentrated on it. Keiria? asked the snowy, dawn tined wolf again.
Keiria, replied the voice, the tone saying "Yes."
"Keiria," whispered Snow Dawn to her mate, before moving back into her mind to speak with her deaf daughter.
Shyam? she asked, conjuring an image of the hell hound she remembered seeing in the battle.
Shyam, yes, replied the voice quickly, an image of pups moving across Snow Dawn's mind.
Do you know the words I'm saying? asked her mother, excited.
I'm learning... From your thoughts. said the voice carefully.
Modet stood awestruck as his daughter projected the images of her force into his mind. There were things he didn't want to know about, what he didn't want to see happening to his most innocent daughter. This was one of those that sent chills down his spine in fear that it would happen to others of his small pack of three. From just the sounds he imagined coming from behind her were horrendous and must have been terrifying. That would have happened to her if I hadn't been there the wolf thought with a gulp, planting himself on the ground cautiously. Modet had been lucky, so had his queen.
Now that he thought about it, the wolf that had come must have been Shyam. The hell hound was the only fitting sire to these pups, and they would be powerful. Such a shame it was, though, that the power he had given to her would be used against himself. Modet would make sure that the pups grew up to love and be kind. In the end, one of his own pups could be the killer of their father. What a glorious moment it would be for the good to be in the victory circle once more, enjoying the sweet taste of winning. What he wondered was how the young ones would look. Surely, some would have wings upon their backs, and others would be normal. Occasionally, an angel would touch a pup that had one parent so pure and one parent so tainted to erase the evil blood and make them half angel. Modet knew it was rare, though, so he doubted it would happen. "She can speak to us," he stated, looking to Snow Dawn for a reaction.
The white wolf nodded, her eyes wide. "I know, but..." she trailed off, before shaking her head. "Well, at least she had the good sense to walk away from the devil before he took her to hell." said the mother, a bit saddened. Still, her ears perked up a bit as she listened. A dark crested head appeared over the sand, followed by the trim, fighting fit body of her eldest son, Toralon.
The brown and white brute stopped, his head bowing to his parents, then to the Clearwater, and finally to Keiria, his ears flickering around a bit as he felt the touch of her mind against his. "Mother, father," he said, sitting down. "I wanted to attend the meeting. I hope you don't mind. Anyway, my own pack is enjoying the coast, and I have time to spare. Hunting here has been good for us."
Post by .:Phantom:. on Dec 15, 2010 10:00:59 GMT 8
Modet just watched them converse a bit more before he felt his queen's eyes on him again. Meeting hers, he listened to her lyrical tones repeat the words he had thought in his mind a million times over since his daughter had returned. "She would have died if she hadn't," he whispered, his eyes pleading deeply for her to never leave them again. This was her life, not theirs. Modet was more displeased with the actions of Jaile than he was with Keiria. The storm hued daughter of his had done nothing wrong except follow instinct. It had both saved her and condemned her.
Hearing the footsteps of his oldest son, he turned to greet him happily. The eldest of his heirs was here to ask him something or perhaps to confront him about a matter. Modet was wrong, though. Instead, it was for a simple conversation - something that pups rarely paid to their parents after the time of their leaving. They have been raised well thought the father, smiling over to his son. "Of course you can. I'm glad to hear that. Usually, I travel into the woods since our pack is closer to it, but sometimes, I will fish. I heard one of your pack members was a goddess. Is this true?" asked Modet.
I grinned bit, still feeling a bit like a puppy when I thought of her. "It's true. Her name is Anila, and I believe she's... The goddess of love, or of hearts. Either one, there are many stories, and many names for her. I've been considering my alpha though... I don't think I'll choose her though. There are three others in my pack. Lupita, Nashira, and Tulip. Not Tulip, I know, but I can't decide between the other two." I shook my head a bit, before laughing. "But what of you? Looks as if the old pack's grown since the six of us youngers have left. Clearwater, I'm glad to see you still here, though I regret the loss of your old mate. I enjoyed speaking with him." I said, nodding to the beautiful, older female.
There was another matter though, that I wished to discuss with my father. Ghost had become something of a friend, as well as a bit of a mentor to me, and I wanted to know, without a doubt, what had happened. I'd heard my uncle's side, but from my father, I'd learned nothing. That would soon change, if I had my way.
Modet was gladdened by the thought that their family was in the good graces of the gods. All of them seemed to carry a particular aura along with their unique personalities. Slightly, it bothered him that the alpha would not be the quiet vixen, for he began to question whether or not they were really in love. Pondering it for a moment, he moved on. The others he had not heard about in the slightest, but they had definitely heard of them since their mate was his son. Over the couple years he had been here, he had gained a reputation too. "Just choose the one your heart chooses. You'll know every time you look at her whether or not she will make a good alpha," Modet replied with a nod and a smile. Upon meeting Snow Dawn, he had known that she was perfect for the role of alpha.
At the mention of his brother, Modet shifted a bit nervously. Modet wondered if his brother had said anything about their conflicts. It had been quite terrible for some time, but the hate had only come from him. Ghost had wanted to make amends and rebuild their relationship as brothers of the hunt. Modet had refused until the day of the great battle when he realized that they were one. "D-did he say anything about the past?" asked the father, hoping that he did not hear the false sadness that Ghost had always been so talented at projecting. What he said weren't lies, but they were exaggerated greatly. The cold and even hard truth was that his brother had left him and the others to die.
She thought back to the days long since past. Only she knew what his final words were. It was hard to think back to the time when her mate had given her the pups that were now running about in her homelands.
"I'll see you once more... when the stars part for your ending here, were his final words," she said. She beleived that they were meant for her, but it could have been any of the others sitting near her.
Age was something of a curse for her, and she knew that she would have to seek out another mate. When the time came, she would, but not until then. Perhaps it was only right that she never had another mate. Having him leave her the way he had been forced to was something that was hard on her. “He fought in the battle, and was badly injured. Him giving me the pups was the last thing he ever did. Which I know of, anyway."
Post by .:Phantom:. on Dec 17, 2010 11:36:47 GMT 8
Shock flitted through his dark eyes as the russet vixen once more spoke the words that the brute had said. Those last words meant something spectacular to him. Although the words were directed at just Clearwater at that moment, he had meant them to be for all of those he loved. "Those words," he paused, regaining his confidence. Modet's eyes were unusually hot and uncomfortable, as if in any moment, he might break down in denial and fear. "Those were the words my mother said when they...." his voice trailed off, defeated to the point of frustration at the words. So young was his brother, the same age as he was, in his prime. The death had been unexpected and detrimental to their lives. Times had changed, and brothers, related and unrelated, perished.
"You're wrong - we tried to talk," he contradicted, stepping back as he huffed a staggered breath. Hanging his skull, he remembered the day he was traveling through. Modet could still feel the hot sun on his back, shining down upon him as he tried with all his might to save him....it was just too late. "I saw him going through the battle field on his way to Morte's Field....he didn't see the weak ground," he said softly, trying to uncover the body. Not even his strength could bring the body to give him a proper death in the dark lands. "There was water below....I wanted to help him. It was too late," he said, tail silent and still as he told the story, the worst one he could ever tell. This day had turned from beautiful and light to dreary and depressing.
Murmurs between the red wolf and his pack were hardly heard from such a distance, yet young harks picked up certain words from a distance. A russet vixen hung her skull, as if she was mourning the leaving of her pups. It wasn't the leaving part she should fear - it was where, exactly, they were going that should bother her. All mothers were different, and some didn't even care about their children. This one definitely cared, and that was why her daughter was asking permission to leave home to search for a life of her own.
The tan that laid upon her hide hardly contrasted with the soft sands that she left her foot prints upon while she strolled. Nala carried her skull high and proud, glad that she cared enough to ask her mother if she could never return to her gentle warmth, the touch that had once inspired her to do great things. It still did, and she promised she would visit on a regular basis, being her second oldest pup. Now, she just needed some freedom, and answer from her mother. Slowing her pace, the young tan femme with the bright blue eyes lowered her skull.
Nala came closer to her mother, acting respective as she always had. Of course, she held the utmost respect for the vixen who had lost everything she once held dear. Father had been lost, but luckily her uncle had helped to raise her and her brothers and sisters. "Mother," she called softly, sitting before the russet she-wolf. "I would like to ask your permission to leave," she stated, waiting for the long awaited answer. Freedom and love was all she wanted, and to a certain extent, she could have that here. What she really wanted was in Alaknanda, though.
She sighed as she watched the black she wolf leaving her. "I'll see you in hell," Kiara spat before running away before her older sister, Nala saw her and heard her words.
Clearwater sat, watching, waiting. When Nala came, there were tears running down her furry face from the way Kiara had left. She had not been nice at all. She's demanded to leave and even though Clearwater allowed it, her parting words were not good to hear.
Nala stood before her weeping mother, slightly dazed by the streaming tears running down her cheeks. "I-I" she stammered, unable to find the words she wished to speak. Even after their father had died, she had not shed a tear in front of any of them. Perhaps, it was to make them strong and not to let them know how bad their pain was. Surely, uncle Modet treated her kindly, but it was never the same as her mate's love. Whatever was bothering her definitely wasn't simply the fact that her first set of children, the only heirs of Ghost were leaving her. Something laid underneath all this sadness - it always did.
"Mother, what's wrong?" she asked sympathetically, touching her muzzle to her mother's cheek soothingly. Who would have hurt their mother? Everyone here accepted her as the alpha, even Modet, who was well known everywhere. "I was going to tell you that I think it's time I find my own place in this world....." she replied, sighing afterward. "I'll stay if you want me to, if my leaving will hurt you too badly. I don't want you to hurt," she replied with a soft sigh. Nala really wanted to leave, but she would do anything for her family.
"Kiara left, but I don't think we'll ever see her again," Clearwater replied, knowing her daughter was worried about her. "Losing Ghost was hard enough, but now Kiara?" She sighed heavily. "Why do I get the feeling she's going to Africa, to find that Draghien who wanted one of you for his own pack a year ago?"
She sighed, looking at her daughter. "At least four of you are still part of my family. I only wish it was five, but from Kiara's parting words I don't think that will happen. Thats what made me upset, Nala." The words had really hurt the female Alpha of the lands, that much was very clear.