The brown and green pup moved into the coast, her small form shivering and wet. She may have had power over the earth from her birth, but she couldn't change the weather. One of the other pups in her family, Qier, was gifted in the air, and had formed a tendency to make small tornadoes when he was angry or bored.
"Modet?" she called, her voice thin as she laid down in the warm sand. her mother had spoken of Modet. She'd said he was terrible, said he'd kill them all if he found any of them, that he'd hurt their father. Tirona didn't want to be near her own brothers and sisters though. Many were poison wolves, and she heard the land cry wherever they walked, so long as she was around. The young pup herself was blind, but she could sense the presence of creatures, and was able to hunt despite her weakness.
"Please... Modet?" she whispered, before her vision went dark and her small, fine head fell to the ground, her thin sides weakly moving as a little bit of air passed through to her lungs.
Laying upon the warm, sandy beaches was the leader of the wolves. Breathing lightly, he listened to the ocean breeze shift the waves in and out in a continuous motion. Sighing, he lazily turned his side over, letting his heart be free. It was one of the first times he had been able to since he had his family. Speaking of family, he wondered how they were faring, all except for his oldest son, who chose this place to his liking. Of course, soon he would be moving on to their next place, the next destination in their lives. After all, it would be nice to get back to the hunt. A forest land would do....but not yet.
Scents of travelers drifted into his slow breathing nostrils, as he rested his skull against a bit of seaweed. Suddenly, his eyes shot open as he leaped to his feet in surprise. With such force that sand flew up beside him, he sprinted to the smell - that familiar smell that he had missed so much. "Jaile," he whispered, the word out from his mouth with the flip of his tongue. Maybe, she had changed her mind, come back for a second shot at the life of good. Perhaps, she would be that daughter that he had always wanted, the one that Ada and Keiria were. There was hope. "Jaile!" he said more loudly as he neared, just to find that a simple pup was before him.
Stunning, she was, with brown upon her pelt much like his and an odd green looking hue. Relative, she could be of the great leader of the wolves, someone he could help. Glancing into her eyes, he noticed she was blind, looking in the wrong direction. "Who..who are you?" he asked, concern laced over his lyrical tenor tones. "You smell like my daughter, the only of my own that turned to darkness," he said, pain filling his eyes as he thought about it. Everyone had been hurt by her decision, but this young wolf was not his daughter, not at all. All he could hope was that she knew how his pallid daughter was doing, how she was faring in the land of darkness. Modet hoped for her soon return.
The little wolf turned her face to him bleakly, her milky eyes locking onto him, as if she could suddenly see him. "Are you Modet?" she asked, sniffing the air before nodding a bit, and crossing her paws, her dark tongue gently licking her lips. "Never mind. You are," she whispered, lying her head down and scooting around to face him, her big ears flickering to listen to soft crash of the waves.
"I am Tirona, daughter of Soul Render and Jalie. I am the oldest of thirteen. My brothers and sisters are thus arranged, thanks to a poem spoken by my youngest brother, Qier.
First is me, Blind as can be, Power over earth Yet none over sea.
Bêcheur came next, No gifts came to he Yet he's just as swell as can be.
Third was Meita, Light of our lives She shines forth like morning Over us all.
With her came Thylra Snowy and clean Without a trace of powers her own.
Ete the first of three Poison and power A killer she be.
Reniflard we know, Has fire in her heart Yet one, she walks without.
Abat-Jour blind as a bat No powers has he But care we do not.
Twivir walks, lame forevermore Yet pain he brings and death as well Second of three, known to thee.
Loup De La Nuit, Darkness in light, Black as night our Loup De La Nuit.
Dylo that sheep, Third of the three Green and white is he.
Eleventh, Mezor Like Loup De La Nuit is he, No fear of darkness is within.
étincelle the twelfth, Power to shock To dazzle has she.
Last but not least, Dearest to me, Qier I be, With power over air."
The little wolf shrugged a bit, then watched a fish, caught in the shallows. She smiled a bit at it, then hit her paw against the ground. Thin cracks spread around her paw, and suddenly with a 'FWAP!' the fish flew out of the water and landed neatly at her feet. She grabbed it, ripping it open quickly, then ate part of it, before looking up at the brown and white wolf again.
"So there you have it. All thirteen of us, four with problems, and three of us have no gifts." she said, gnawing on a fish bone hungrily.
Modet wondered why she had come to him, looking to her dark eyes that seemed to see him even though only darkness consisted behind her gaze. For such a young pup, she seemed to think more wisely and calmly than many of his own did at that age. Of course, it was unknown how wise the gray of his own pups thought. The ones with disabilities seemed to know the earth better than the average ones. Some things could not be learned from parents but from mother nature herself. After all, she had taught Modet everything he had needed to know - hunting in his method, the odd feeling of love, and what was worth living for. Moving his tongue about in his mouth, he could still taste the coppery taste of blood. He hadn't seen his queen in a while, too, and wondered where she could be...or if she'd survived. Since she hadn't shown up at the pack meeting, he couldn't help but worry. "Nice to meet you," he said, nodding to her with a sense of happiness, happy to have another around.
Raising an eye brow, he watched as she spilled out the rhyme of thirteen pups. "Amazing," he murmured. "That's even larger than my own pack of young ones. We had six....with one dying. I believe that is why your mother did what she did.." he said softly, pain showing in his vocals. "I've failed," he whispered and couldn't believe he was spilling his heart out to a pup that was most likely a spy for them anyways. They didn't need to know how he felt or what his weaknesses were. Straightening his posture, he looking down to her, his sadness diminishing. "Why are you here?" he asked, wishing that one of the pups was like their grandfather. One could never know, though. Watching her powers, he looked down grimly. There had always been a special power about their lineage. Modet knew of two teachers that could make Tirona an excellent fighter - Lysithea and Iris.
She smiled at him, nodding a bit. "Your family had seven, first Adalia, next Toralon, then came Harith, Keiria next, my mother came fifth, and Curcio sixth. Last came Fosca, who died one long year ago. I know the story well, for my mother told it to me when I asked." she said, cocking her head at his next question.
"I came because... Because my father is a poisonous beast, as are three others among my family. I feel their poison in the earth, and it hurts me just as much as it hurts the ground they tread. My brothers and sisters are strong, but they often misuse the strength they have been given, and I can feel the changes they make in the land, like a sore spot that grows as they do." she said softly, milky eyes turned to him sadly. "The powers of earth, air, sky, water... Life and death, light and darkness flow through my family... On both sides. Soul Render is a poison wolf, and his siblings I have heard, possess powers of their own." she sighed, her brown and green face lowering a bit.
"I came to find out what more I can be. I don't want to live in the Gully, and I don't want to be around my brothers and sisters... Or my father."
Modet nodded grimly at her words, fearing that some of the pups would have that power to spread poison wherever they went. What a terrible curse to the world it was if they chose the side that their mother had picked out for them. Modet could never hate his daughter, but her judgment was a little bit more than shady these days. "Yes," he paused briefly, wanting to elaborate on the story a bit more. "All the other pups, as well as myself were saddened...but Jaile seemed to never get over it. She was wonderful, and it took a hard toll on all of us. She didn't mention me, did she?" he asked, assuming she hadn't told Tirona. If she had said a word, the young pup wouldn't have been here. No, Jaile would have lied to the pups just to keep them away from Vernien En Seere, he was sure.
"Darkness could not be overcame if the evil didn't misuse their powers. Those that know how to use them have a far better chance of winning," Modet said, understanding why a wolf of earth would absolutely hate the poisoning of the earth. Modet remembered the chats with the council about the gully and how it was becoming a world that they didn't enjoy living in. Refuge was found in the mountain, desert, forest, valley, and secret valley lands. Not all the rulers were strong enough to repel it though...the darkness. There needed to be a big change, and it needed to happen soon.
She considered his question, before nodding her head, but adding in her own thoughts. "She spoke of you, but nothing you'd like to hear I don't think. She talked about Snow Dawn as well, and her other siblings. Mostly Harith and Keiria." she said with a sigh, laying her head on her paws, deciding that if this wolf wanted to kill her, he'd have done so by now.
"Most of the others act a lot like mother, 'cept for Meita. That's just 'cause she doesn't get along well with Loup De La Nuit and Mezor, since she likes light, and they're shadow wolves." said the young pup, shaking her head a bit. By now the others had gone to the Gully. How the green and brown young one knew of the gully, she couldn't tell. In the back of her mind though, she sensed it, like a blister against smooth skin.