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A stale wind blows, wafting the scents of many critters that crawled about the underbrush of the aspen forest into the nose of an obscure figured wolf. Keeping to the shadows of the day, Ronan felt a dull pain shoot through his underbelly, and he knew that it was probably about time to find something, or someone to make his dinner. Traveling had become something of a nuisance as of recent, and he decided that it would be nice to take a short break. The wolf hadn’t eaten in a few days, the scent of a slowly rotting carcass catching his attention as the wind switched directions. Ronan took a few seconds to inhale deeply in the attempts of pinpointing the meal. His nose never failed him, and he was now on the prowl.
Ronan was the King of quiet, and he knew that keeping himself hidden would keep him out of trouble. Swift paws padded softly and silently through the forest. Peering through a small clearing in the trees he unearthed the carcass that he had been in search of. A good size female deer was lying lifeless among the underbrush of the forest. How lucky can you get? Ronan inquired to himself, which also threw up a warning flag in his mind. Could this belong to someone else? He wondered. Ronan hesitated on feasting on this meal, only in the hopes of preventing hostility if someone had already claimed the meal. Sitting upon his ruffled haunches, the lone wolf decided to keep an eye and nose on the scene first before rushing into the clearing. I have all the time in the world…
He had been travelling alone in the forest, for long enough that he felt comfortable fading in and out of the shadows, the dappling light flashing on his white pelt. It was this same dappling effect that caught his eye catching this light colored pelt of a doe. Licking his lips, Wyn dropped into a crouch, eager to hunt, to eat. He was going to head on a journey to travel someplace he could work on his powers alone. Though he had known about them since almost his birth, he still didn’t have the control he wanted. Brushing off the thought he focused on the doe, reaching out with his powers.
Carefully forming ice around the doe’s feet, he took a moment to work to send ice up her legs, carefully freezing her to the spot. The doe noticed what he was doing and struggled away, and his clean kill became rather messy when the doe broke free. Launching himself at her he landed almost on top of her, slamming her into the ground. Landing a swift bite to her throat he bit down hard, letting her bleed out. Disgusted that he was covered in blood he moved away from his kill, his white pelt covered in splotches of bright red blood. Making his way away from the doe he took a moment to wash himself off. In a moment, he would go back, but not at the moment.
His pretty white pelt was all clean and Wyn didn’t want to have to clean up so soon, so he let the doe be for just a short while. Moving back towards the doe he scented the air and his sensitive nose drew the scent of another, a male. Wondering the best course of action he hesitated, thinking. Being the trusting, kind sort of wolf that he was, Wynna called out softly, “I don’t mind sharing. And I won’t hurt you if you want to have some. It’s much too much for me to eat alone.” Waiting he sat patiently behind the doe seeking to find the male who had come close to his kill.
Kayi found herself idly roaming unfamiliar territory just for the joy of exploring and to stretch her legs. The trees shook as a wild wind blew, ruffling her white fur in the process. It was a mild temperature day, and her summer coat was just coming in. However, the pesky shedding had gotten on her nerves, no matter how much she appreciated being cooled off. It was a pleasant day to her standards, and she lived for these kind of days. Kayi had always been independent; able to care for herself easily. Honestly, she liked being alone at times, and needed breaks when she was around to many wolves. Leaving home was the hardest decision she had to make in her two years of life. As much as she loved her family, Kayi sought to explore the unknown and quell the curiosity that drew at her very being. Along with the birds chirping, she heard the jingle of her two memories of home. One was a dire wolf medallion that she wore on her ankle. This served as a memory of her family and to never forget where she came from. It had been weeks without any wolf on wolf interaction, and she was feeling the sting of loneliness. Soon she thought, I will acquire a pack of my own to call home, and continue the dire wolf bloodline. Soon, the morning turned into a dull afternoon and she found herself at a cold brook. The scene around the brook was breathtaking, and she paused to take it in. The water was cold and clear, easily able to see the pebbles on the bottom. It didn't look to deep and was refreshing to her eyes. With a cautious paw, she slowly put her leg in to see how deep the brook was. To her relief, her assumption was correct; it was swallow enough to cross. Content, and satisfied, Kayi took in her surroundings as she dipped her muzzle to take a long slow drink. The water felt good on her sun dappled fur. It felt so good, that she soon found herself rolling around like a pup in the water, barking at the water. Thank the stars that no one around her to see her act such like a fool, but sometimes, you just have to take in the moment's when you can. Cold and dripping with water, Kayi curled up by the edge of the water and lazily watched the small fish swim around in circles. Occasionally, Kayi would flick at paw at the fish, scattering them apart. Hours past as Kayi took a break from traveling. However, she followed the need to explore and slowly rose from her perch. With a shake of her fur, Kayi sought out, looking forward to the adventures to come. Miles from the creek, Kayi continued on, keeping her nose to the ground searching for any prey. With a wag of her tail, Kayi caught the faint scent of a deer. If her luck was good, she would catch up with it in only a few minutes. However, if luck was against her, she would find herself running around on a wild goose chase. Her growling stomach answered her question, and she soon sought out, nose to the ground, tail flying high in the air. The scent soon got stronger, and she padded on with confidence now. Along with the scent of deer, something else caught her attention. A strange smell that she hadn't smelled in awhile. She brushed it off and focused again on the prey scent. Lifting her head off the ground, she saw a cleaning just over the hill. Kayi quickened her pace to a trot and continued on, oblivious to anything else. Then, something black and with fur caught her eye. It was like it was it was blending in with the shadows, whatever it was,it caught her off guard. With her head turned to look at the shadowy figure, she wasn't watching where she was going and tripped over a large rock. With a thump, she landed on her side, rolling several times down the hill. Finally, she landed several feet away from the shadowy figure. She looked like a fool with her back on the ground, and her feet in the air. Just then, she noticed another white wolf there as well. Sheepishly she wagged her tail as she laid there on the ground.
”Ronan, baby do you want to join your sister in a game of tag? Autumn leaves whirled in the wind, and crunched underneath the pads of a majestic grey wolf. Her long wispy coat seemed to be one with the wind as her delicate cranium tilted sideways, peering inquisitively over at a solemn looking ebony pelted cub. After hearing her child snort, and turn the other direction while pretending he hadn’t heard her speak, the beautiful she-wolf curled her lip in a snarl and let loose a hideous noise. The pup jumped out of his skin, and turned to look at his mother who was inches away from him in a very irate posture. ”Go. NOW!” She hissed, ordering the pup away.
Sulking his head down low, sapphire orbs assessed his surroundings as he saw his sister sitting in a bed of flowers a few meters away. ”Ro, why must you always give Mother such a hard time?” The little adolescent piped, chuffing at her brother as he plopped down beside her. Ronan placed his head on his sister’s paws and snorted once again. ”I don’t want to be bothered. I just wish she would leave me be." A frown appeared on the small boy’s face, although it wasn’t visible on his deep dark face. The auburn hued she-pup gave a out short giggle before licking her brother’s head and beginning to hum a short hymn to herself. Ronan began to doze off to sleep, listening to his sister’s lullaby.
Snapping back to the present, the same sapphire optics peered over at a wolf that had appeared looming over the carcass he had been drawn to a few moments before. Ronan’s ears perked as he heard the wolf’s voice, but he decided to not give an oral reply. The mind is a very tricky muscle, and most of Ronan’s childhood was spent exercising this muscle as well as all of his others. This had been all he had while he roamed the lands alone. With this being true, Ronan has been bestowed with a very unique power that allows him to speak without using his vocal cords. Through his mind he can send brief messages over short distances without using much effort. This is what he decided to do at this time. My sincere apologies for invading, I was not aware of your ownership. I will not be joining you. Good day, sir. With soft paws, the young adult gathered himself and began to retreat to where he had come from.
Before he got very far, Ronan’s ears perked up again as he heard another peculiar sound of the forest. The brute watched as a small framed femme rolled down a steep hill, and fell with a thump against the hard forest terrain. Without hesitating, Ronan acted outside of the norm by rushing to the maiden with fear burning in his eyes. ”Are you harmed, m’lady?” A deep, masculine voice rumbled from Ronan’s throat; something that hadn’t happened since his youth. You could feel the anxiety that pooled from his voice.
Kayi looked up into the sky that looked like it was swirling around. She was slightly dizzy from the tumble down the hill and now laid there looking on in embarrassment as the handsome black wolf looked at her with worry in his eyes. His eyes...She couldn't take her eyes off of his, and for a second, they stared at each other. With a shake, Kayi brought herself back to the present. Oh, the deep voiced handsome wolf was asking her a question. What did he ask? Oh yeah, if I was okay...How could he just blend in the shadows like that? Kayi found herself acting like a pup, and playfully batting his muzzle with her paw. "Yes, I am okay. For better or worse, I am okay. Just making a fool of myself today it seems!" With a start, she realized that she was still on her back. The slick grass pushed into her fur as she rolled around. Looking up at the wolf, it finally dawned on her that she was in front of a big black wolf. Kayi growled finally coming to her senses and jumped up on all fours. Who knows what this wolf wanted or what he would do. Cautiously, Kayi showed her teeth and circled around him curiously. His black fur glistened in the sunlight and she couldn't help but catch herself admiring this wolf. It had been so long since she had seen another wolf, and a male one at that. With a curious nose, Kayi cautiously approached the male and sniffed him up and down, taking in his scents. She was ready at any second to jump back if he made a move at her. The scent of pine trees and foreign lands assaulted nose. Kayi sneezed as she took it all in. He didn't smell bad per say, and she couldn't smell any other females or males on him. This male must be a loner like me, Kayi thought with curiosity. Assuring that she was safe, Kayi sat down on her haunches and raised her head high. She gazed at him for a minute or two, and then couldn't help herself as she playfully pounced on him. It had been so long since she had seen a wolf and her playful side came out.
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Sounds had caught his attention, and he turned to look for the source of the racket. The shape of a wolf tumbling sent his lips into a smile, his gaze distant and distracted. Rising to his paws he tore a chunk of the doe’s flesh free, his sharp teeth tearing easily into the still soft flesh. Carrying it, he moved towards the she-wolf, for his nose discerned the subtleties of her scent. He intended to leave her some meat, and to share with the dark male if he would be allowed. Tilting his head he moved quietly towards the falling female, almost sure she had been drawn by the scent of his catch.
Pausing at the sound of another’s voice in his mind, though not through the delicate ears that graced the top of his head, he took a moment to ponder upon the wolf’s words. How could he speak without speaking? The strangeness of it all, the uncertainty gave him pause, and he set the meat he was carrying down. “Oh, well. Alright.” Murmuring this he shook his head, then continued in the direction of the male, his powerful jaws snapping up the heavy chunk of meat. It came from the doe’s flank, and it was what he considered the most succulent of all the flesh. He moved in a direct line towards the she-wolf, making little noise as he passed through the forests. His keen blue eyes had sighted her, and as he grew closer he made sure to step on every twig he could find. After all, he was the considerate sort.
Unwilling to upset her, or even to startle her, the white hearted wolf made his imminent appearance less startling. Pausing a short distance away from her, Wyn bowed, setting the meat down. Though the bow was more to allow him to place the meat down without giving up any of his ground, nor letting his guard down he meant the gesture sincerely. “My dear lady.” His soft voice rumbled from his throat, his blue gaze clear as he spoke. His words were almost husky, though they held a hint of reverence, as if he couldn’t believe he was looking at such a pretty she-wolf. A quickening in his heart sent shivers down his back, and he drew in her scent, drinking it in.
Wyn had been alone so long he had almost forgotten the scent of a female, of another wolf for that matter. How cruel fate was, to grant him the presence of others on the day that he intended to go off and find refuge in the mountains where he could practice and hone his skills. Ne’er mind the fact that now that he had seen such a beautiful picture he could hardly expect to leave her alone, if she was indeed alone. “Do you fare well?” Nosing the flank towards her he added, “I have brought you a morsel to appease your hunger, should you have any.”
There was more he wanted to say, and he chided himself, though listening to the lady made him want to chide her, to correct her. “You must be wrong to assume you make a fool of yourself.” Shaking his head he settled himself in the open, his tail sweeping the ground behind him, half flagging at the company of others. He was not meant to be a loner, though he had been one for almost longer than he remembered anything else. Waiting for her reply he felt almost jealous she had chosen to admire the black wolf, though it only made sense. He had of course arrived second.
Ears swirled around as the sound of twigs breaking could be heard in the near distance; too near for Ronan’s liking. Attention being spent, he didn’t have time to react as the female pawed at his muzzle. In all honestly, the boy didn’t know how to react. He felt his lip curl back instinctively as he saw her begin to assume a defensive stance, and the thick ruff on the back of his neck stood on end. No sounds omitted from his muzzle at this point, he just stared in the direction Kayi without expression as the she-wolf circled him, sniffing the air. Taking that opportunity himself to bathe himself in the scent of the vixen in front of him. Her odor was sweet, and brought a slight smirk to his handsome mug.
Is this how I’m supposed to respond? Ronan thought to himself, completely clueless on the appropriate retort for her demeanor. Then it all changed as he saw her relax and he decided to as well. Out of his peripheral vision he saw another figure moving towards them, and with a quick sniff he knew who it was. Taking a few step back, Ronan kept his stance high, as well as his plume as he began to slip back into the shadows. This wasn’t him, he didn’t interact with others; Quite frankly, he had forgotten how. Shaking his muzzle as Kayi pounced in his direction, Ronan didn’t know more than to blink at her a few times and continue backing up.
His deep voice cooed gently, ”Please accept my apologies for invading on your domicile, kind sir.” Ronan glanced at Eowyn, their eyes meeting for a few moments before he decided to take a few steps back and sit back on his haunches to observe the others. Eyes as cold as ice scrutinized the brute across from him over, studying his every move. Mmh, we’re about the same size. I could take him, if needed. Ronan contemplated to himself, muscles rippling throughout his body as the idea of being forced to become hostile crossed his mind.
Kayi stared at the form of the once present black wolf. What did I do wrong? Kayi thought with concern. Yes, she had appeared hostile, but that was every wolf's reaction to a strange wolf. Right? Confused and rejected, Kayi observed as the black wolf backed away. She looked on in approval and must I say, awe when he stood in confidence at the approaching white brute. When he started to back away, Kayi felt an odd tug at her heart, drawing her to him. This was a first to her, and she didn't know or like the feeling. But if she was honest with herself, it was a feeling she could get used to, this emotion that tugged at her very core. Kayi huffed with exasperation at herself, chiding herself in becoming a love dove and making a fool of herself as well. In front of two males! Besides, Kayi looked at both of them, sizing them up. With my fast speed and trickery, she could take both of them. At once! Still, Kayi let herself have a moment of hurt as she watched his receding form. For a moment, their eyes met and she quickly tried to conceal her hurt. Stop being such a swoon Kayi thought sternly to herself. Besides, the wolf on her right seemed friendly enough. From what she had heard, his name was Eowyn. She turned her gaze to meet the white wolves gaze. His eyes where soft and warm with happiness, the exact opposite of that black furred wolf. Observing him, and his relaxed nature, she basked in the warm attention. A far cry from the hostile way of that wolf. Over there. From his gaze, and husky voice, she could tell that he seemed to be amoured with her. At least he was a gentlemen she thought with a huff. Turning her figure to Eowyn she soften her gaze and started wagging her tail. Kayi started towards Eowyn, carrying the deer meat with her. She dropped the meat gracefully as you can with meat on the grass filled ground. Thank you, your offer of meat is much appreciated. Nice to meet you, I am Kayi. Leaning down, Kayi took a bite of the meat, looking with fondness at the handsome wolf. To be honest, she wouldn't mind basking in the attention of a brute. A nice one at that! Taking one more bite out of the kill, Kayi rubbed her body against Eowyn and licked his muzzle. Thank you again for the food. It was very pleasant. She gazed softly into his eyes as she asked her burning question: Where are you from? What are you doing here? Turning her head to look at the black brute , And you too, what are you doing here as well? She could barely see his figure in the shadows, but she found herself seeking out his gaze with eagerness. He must be a tough shell to crack she thought to herself. Maybe once she cracked that shell, she would find the wolf she had glimpsed when he was concerned about her. Besides, she didn't mind a challenge. She was a stubborn dire wolf and she wasn't going to give up that easily. Searching the darkness she found his gleaming eyes and met them with a stare mixed with fondness and more determination. Sweeping her eyes from his, he met Eowyn's relaxing gaze and found herself inching closer to him. He was like a warm den at the cold of winter, and the black brute was like a mountain that she aimed to conquer. Both had appeal, and both drew her in. Never had she known that the path of love, and acceptance to be this difficult and confusing. But who was saying that she had to even choose one now? And choose, there was no reason to even choose at the moment. Get yourself together wolf, Kayi thought with firmness. She sat on her haunches, a mere few inches from Eowyn, craving the touch of another wolf after being alone for so long, but not wanting it to show.
Wyn took his time to reply to the black wolf, his immediate silence palpable. His attention was, of course, fixated upon the pretty dove, such a rare occurrence in these parts. The tense feelings in his heart, the bands of tension wrapped around his chest faded away. He hadn’t even noted that they were there until she turned towards him. And when she met his gaze, his heart swelled with hope. “Kayi, such a beautiful name. Indeed it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.” His gaze remained gentle, even when he cast a glance at the black male. He was unusually quiet, and he thought that he was rather subservient.
Wanting to answer his statement, but finding he felt that he should, after all, answer the lady first, he turned his attention to her and hoped to circumvent directly speaking to the male. At least for now, since the lady of course took priority. It was only natural that the pure-hearted tom focus his attention on such a beautiful companion. And when she brushed against him, he could have sworn that his body had tingled with excitement, his heart leaping in his chest. The touch of another was enjoyable, and he smiled. Listening to her speak he took but a moment to respond, each of her inquiries made his maw twitch upwards. “It was my pleasure. I am but a lone wolf and a doe is far too much to eat. I offered some to your friend there, and he declined.”
Keeping the bitterness from his voice when he spoke of Ronan, the wolf took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. He favored the land, such as it was, the beautiful aspen forest, the light dappling through the canopy that arched over-head, the abundance of life. His gaze seemed to intensify and he took a moment to speak, “I find this land perhaps the most beautiful that I have seen in my life, though it has been many moons since I have been here in these woods. You see, I was born here, and I intend to make my home here.”
The bright blue of his eyes shone with emotion as he thought back to the days of his puppy-hood. “I haven’t been here since my entire pack was massacred when I was barely out of puppy-hood, but I hope to make a new start. I am hoping some others would be willing to join me, to become a part of the pack that I wish to build upon this land.” His gaze was cast towards the male, and he spoke quietly, “This land is not mine, however I intend to make my home upon it. You are more than welcome to either join me or to find a place to call your own.” Kindness flowed through his tone, his gaze warm even though his gaze had met the almost hostile glare of the black brute. Sharing land, living together without fighting, he didn't mind at all, he was of course the trusting sort.
Wyn didn’t want to make an enemy, nor was it his intent to scare him off if he chose to live in the area. But enough was enough, and his own curiosity began to bubble over, and he wondered about Kayi. His tail half wagging, he noted she had moved closer to him. Not quite sure what to do, he did the only logical thing, turn to her and very lightly press his nose to her shoulder. “So now that you know about me, why don’t you tell me about what you’re doing around here?” Tilting his head to her, wondering and waiting just what she was going to say.
Watching the two in front of him as they interacted with ease, Ronan wondered what he had been missing out on throughout the past few years. Eyeing Kayi up and down, he could definitely admit that she was a picturesque fae. Seeing her lap at the muzzle of the other male didn’t phase him, simply because he wasn’t quite sure what the action intended. Sitting only a few feet away from the duo, Ronan snorted as he listened to them converse. His ears pricked to-and-fro as he heard their soft voices, and other sounds of the forest behind him.
As he heard their remarks thrown in his direction, Ronan decided to pipe up. ”I’m just wandering. My name is Ro, well… Er, Ronan. Not that you asked.” Ronan contorted his voice awkwardly, not being quite the smooth talker. Averting his beautiful big blue eyes away from the she-wolf, Ronan stood and retreated into the forest for a split second. Searching the ground for a gift of forgiveness, he decided on a beautiful lavender Columbine flower and lowered his muzzle to retrieve it.
Padding back into the clearing with the pretty flora hanging from his maw, Ronan lowered his neck to place them by Kiya’s feet. Backing up again, he sat a little closer to the two with a ridiculous grin on his face. ”My sincere apologies, The gentleman began, his masculine voice slipping gracefully from his lips. I mean not to offend either of you. I haven’t had much experience with others like yourselves.
The sun beamed down from behind the trees, warming the broad shoulders of the ebony wolf. Eyes gazing up at the beautiful fluffy clouds that slowly chased each other into the distance. ”It is beautiful here. Ronan admitted as he pawed at the wispy grass under his large paws.
(Sorry if post is all out there and just short. Sleepy and feel eh.)
Kayi looked upon Eowyn with compassion. He had been through so much with his family, and now he was back home...where it had all occurred. "I am so sorry about your family. I didn't mean to upset you, or bring up bad memories." Kayi gave him a gentle nudge, the best that she could to make it better. If she ever could. With a start, she noticed that he had asked her a question. "Oh, yes, I am here exploring. I sought to explore more of the world besides the mountains where I am from. I found myself here when I smelled the doe when I was drinking from the brook. As for staying, I am sure a couple days wouldn't hurt! Through, I wouldn't, and don't want to take over your land. It is your home." She wagged her tail, and nudged him playfully again. Soon, off to her side, she heard Ronan speak. Her head instantly whipped around, curious about the voice in her head. He had powers, like hers. She opened her mouth to confess that she was "special" as well, but hesitated. That was one thing that she would keep a secret. She was friendly, but trust was another thing. She would have to keep her empathy and illusion under check. However, she couldn't help but reach out and try to sense what Ronan was feeling. Surprisingly, she could feel just a sense of uncertain, and confusion. And was that a sense of desire? Kayi shook her head and stood up to shake her whole body. Small droplets of water shook from her white coat. She could never tell with her abilities if it was what she was feeling or who it was. Frustrated, Kayi raised her tail and raised her head proudly. Time to show these boys whose boss she thought with confidence. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ronan disappear into the woods. She felt a sudden pain of loss and was pleasantly surprised and happy when he came back. Stop being such a lovestick pup she thought sternly to herself. What would mother think? That proud gray dire wolf was the strongest and independent wolf she had known. Her and her father were equals, and acted like such. Kayi was brought out of thoughts by the dropping of a flower chain. She leaned in and sniffed it, her tail wagging with the beautiful scent. Get yourself together Kayi she thought again to herself. She raised herself to full height and looked him in the eye. "There is nothing to be sorry for, or for you to be forgiven. Thank you for the flowers. Now, if you brutes are going to be staying here conversing count me out. I am further hungry, and want to keep my paws moving. Shelter is also in the factor. Plus, we have a deer we have to finish, no use leaving it there and not eating it. Now you can stay or you can come with me. Which is it?" Kayi looked at both of them sternly. She was sure Eowyn would come, but she wasn't to sure about Ronan. He just had to come. She looked at him with her eyes, and let the silent please shine through before turning around and heading back to the doe.
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Wyn didn’t want compassion or pity, he wanted to forget, at least in part, though how could he? The memories had always haunted him, he had always expected them to haunt him. He didn’t believe that there would ever be a change in that, even if he made peace with his bloody, dark past. Shaking his head he looked at her, “You didn’t bring up bad memories Kayi.” Just saying her name brought a smile to his maw and he looked her over appreciatively. There wasn’t anything that he could see wrong with her, and he could of course appreciate the help she could provide.
Kayi was beautiful, as beautiful as her name, and perhaps even more so. He found her company pleasurable, and he responded kindly to her, “A couple of days, a moon, as long as you would like. This has not been my home for many moons, and I have no central claim to the land. I would welcome your presence if you would grant me the favor of joining me.” Eloquently spoken the baron took a moment to control his own talents, his powers reaching and snapping at the water droplets the lady shook from her white pelt. Freezing them in place he sent them swirling up into the sky, the water dancing in the light.
Feeling his hold slip as they moved higher and higher he dissipated them, sending the droplets flying away from her and the brute. Speaking in response to Ronan he added, “You as well would be welcome to stay. The land is both beautiful and plentiful, I would welcome others of our kind, be they dove or baron. Ask not for forgiveness, your uncertainty is not alone.” He too had been alone so long he had almost forgotten how to speak with others, though his tongue had always been silver, toying with his parents when he was but a pup. He had escaped imminent death as a pup using his words alone.
The clever wordsmith was, however, not dependent upon the talents of his silver tongue, there was much more behind just the gilded, eloquent words. His wisdom had proven in the past the key to his survival, and the brute depended upon it to guide his tongue. He was seldom wrong, his actions and his words were always chosen with care, and it was such care that he gave when Kayi rose. Turning his muzzle to her, he touched her again before rising and peering upon the shadow that was watching him. “Please do join us.”
Unwittingly verbalizing the words that Kayi left unspoken, he turned to go with her, his heart light, his mind perhaps lighter. He enjoyed this dove’s company and a part of him desired her, for her wit and humor, her compassion and her beauty. She was more than just a beautiful trophy though, and he aimed to earn her trust as he trusted her. Such thoughts caused a flush to come to his features, and though he moved besides her, he cast his gaze anywhere but towards her. Wyn, the kind, confident, pure-hearted baron who was going to rule these lands felt like no more than a pup in the nursery. Uncertain of how he should act, of how to interpret Kayi. Her actions appeared straightforward, and he hoped that her actions held no secrets, but he had learned before that even the purest could harbor hidden secrets within their hearts.
The scent of the doe grew stronger as they moved closer, and he spoke again to her, “Even though I lost my family here Kayi, I need to be on this land.” Confiding such to her, he peered at her from the corner of his eye. He wasn’t sure if she would laugh at him, but he was determined to try to explain. “I need to rebuild my life, to start a family of my own, a pack of my own. I don’t want it to haunt me. I would like a fresh start, a place to make and to call my own with a pack of my very own.” Dropping his gaze he approached the doe but stepped aside, “I hope you understand Kayi. I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I would like it if you would join me. A lone wolf is out of place, and a wolf in a pack has a home and a family, no matter how far away or how long gone one’s blood is gone.” Nodding to her he waited, his words solemn and his heart ached to know her answer.
After all, she would be an amazing wolf to have on his side, with or without special powers. She was beautiful, and she made him nervous, though he didn’t know why. Perhaps it was that pitter-patter in his chest that started when she came near, or her delicate scent, or perhaps the brilliance he saw beneath her beauty. Whatever it was he believed she would make a valuable asset to the pack he was going to build, after all. He didn’t even care if that awkward big black brute came along and joined them, after all, the more the merrier. A pack needed a good number of wolves, some to hunt, some to take care of pups, some to lead, and some to submit. What more could he ask for then a bright, strong young female who was pleasant to look at and to speak to, and had an aura of power to her. He admired her already, and he hadn’t even seen her fight. Wondering if he was doing the right thing asking her to join him, doubt flashed through him, but he shoved it away. Of course it was right after all, a pack needed to start somewhere, and two members was a good enough start.
(Sorry this took so long. I had a lot going on the past few days.)
Ronan had always been his own leader, and he could never even fathom walking beside another, let alone behind another. Watching as the other two wolves decided to go their own way, Ronan was left questioning what he truly wanted. All his years had been spent alone, dedicating his time and energy to none other but himself. Independence was all he knew, or remembered. ”Join us,” Ronan heard the words uttered from Eowyn’s muzzle, and the look given to him by Kiya. He felt her stare bore into his heart, and her delicate voice speak inside of his head.
Audits of pure coal twisted back and fourth as he listened intently what Eowyn had to say. This was the land he knew, and loved; the land that his family had died on. Raised eyebrow, Ronan knew only to shake his head. He was not very trusting, and figured the sob story was only something to woo the beautiful female beside him. It seemed to be working, too. If this is how she acts at the sound of horrible upbringings, she’d throw herself at me if she knew my whole life story. Ronan thought to himself, with a slight smirk.
”I apologize, but I can not follow you. My life is that of a rogue, and I couldn’t imagine it taking orders from another.” Ronan’s muzzle didn’t move as he directed the thought into Kiya’s mind solemnly. ”I hope one day you could forgive me, but it is not my place to be running beside him. These are his lands, or so he says, and I will not fight for what is not mine.” With a quick snort, the obsidian brute decided to stand and make his exit. His life was not to be spent underneath another’s power.
Never before had the thought entered his expert mind to start a pack of his own, but at this very moment it had. Ronan enjoyed the company of these two others, especially the company of a beautiful femme. This fact alone would not make him change his mind about following in the footprints of another male, however, and did not make him turn around.
Ronan made a short path into the now darkened shadows of the forest, keeping to the outskirts of Kayi and Eowyn’s path. His pads hit the ground with complete irrefutable silence as he stays hidden to the eyes of all but himself.
Kayi turned a listening ear to Eowyn as she dipped her head and took a bite out of the doe. The thought of starting a family did please her, but it also scared her. She had been traveling for so long now that it had become second nature to continue on. On the other side of her thinking she was curious about settling down and finding a place to call her own. However, what if she found a better place to live? She wasn't sure if she was ready to settle down just yet. There was so much more to explore! As she contemplated his suggestion, he noticed Ronan starting to speak. Her ears perked up and she focused her attention on him. Ronan seemed to understand her wonder-lust and her desire to sink into the most primal urges of fight and flight of a dire wolf. Frankly, she wasn't going to choose now or make a decision that would affect the rest of her life. Plus, since when did she let a brute she just met whoo her and try to settle her down. She couldn't just fall for any brute that gave her attention. Kayi shifted her weight as she listened to what Ronan had to say. Her heart dropped when she heard him speak about leaving, and refusing to stay. She understand his desire to start moving, but she hated that he was leaving. Something drew her to him, and she always loved the chase. As Ronan moved away, she was frozen with indecision. Did she stay with Eowyn and live a settled life? Her immediate response was one of rejection. She was young and had more to explore. Plus, she needed to get to know both wolves on a deeper level. Kayi shook herself and padded after Ronan. The more she padded towards him, she was filled with frustration. How dare he just get up and leave? He knew their was some kind of connection between the three of us, and there was something about her and him that drew each other together. With frustration and fury in her step, Kayi quickened her step to a lope and raced after Ronan. She was not letting him go. She raced after him, her sleek form a blur. All around her, darkness closed in. Kayi paniced for a brief second then let the fury consume her again. It was easier to focus with that, and ignore the empty place in her soul. How was she going to find him when he was the best at blending in? She had one thing she could use, and one thing that she was still figuring out. Kayi closed her eyes and focused on the thought of Ronan, trying to find him with her mind. Her elders told her she was gifted with the power of empathy, a power with the ability to see auras, emotions, ripples of intention. If she could just focus she could find her. Searching with her mind, Kayi could distinguish a soft gray glow coming from her right. She was barely able to pick it up, and it seemed to be filled with a darkness that was encompassing the light in it. As soon as it appeared, it slipped away. She snarled with frustration, but determination won over. At least she had a general sense in what direction he was at. Kayi raised her head up to the skys and let out a long hunting song that chilled the bones of her prey. The song was taught by her ancestors, and she shivered with joy when she felt it unleash. It was time to start acting more like a dire wolf and less like the domestic dog. Kayi narrowed her eyes and snarled, her hair standing up on ends, her teeth showing. She raised herself to full height, bigger than most common brutes she knew. How dare he just get up and leave. He needed to stop running, the coward, from everything she thought with a smirk. Sweeping her eyes across the forest, she caught a faint glow in the corner of her eyes. She knew she had to be quite and a shadow in the wind to find him. Kayi narrowed on her prey, Ronan, and silently stalked the shadow in front of her. As soon as Kayi got close enough, she snarled and launched herself at the shadow, digging her nails into his fur, careful not to hurt him to much. She snarled and growled as she pinned him down. "How dare you leave me. You can't run away from everything! I know your not a coward so show me you can stay, and stop running from something good that could happen to you!" She pinned him down breathing heavily after her "pounce" and found herself calming down. Her eyes found his and she couldn't help herself, glad she had found him. Glad that she didn't lose him and that he was here now. Even if it was underneath her paws. Kayi sighed and nuzzled his fur, and plopped herself down on him. Maybe if she sat on him, he wouldn't leave? She gave him a goofy smile, and playfully snarled at him again. "You are not going anywhere. You are staying. You need to stop running from everything."
Wyn had waited with baited breath, his heart racing, his gaze searching hers. But as soon as Ronan spoke his gaze had turned to his, and he had bent his head, his maw opening, words forming upon his tongue. He wanted to fight, to call Ronan back. He was being a fool, even Wyn could see how disappointed the she-wolf was. And with her disappointment he felt a growing sense of despair. He had hoped, beyond hope, that he might have found some others to share a home with. It suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t really want the land as his, if he couldn’t have others to share it with. They were the first he had met, the first that he had gotten to know. And for whatever reason, they were the ones he wanted to get to know better. He hardly registered the dove’s bolt from her place besides the doe, his own paws though were moving without him realizing. He was fit from all his travels, he had hunted of course, but he had also done what he could to make himself as fit as he could. He had raced through the fields and forests, the mountains, any terrain he could find. He thrived off the thrill of running races against himself, running short sprints, long sprints, long distance marathons. It didn’t matter to him, he had become lean, wiry, quick. He hadn’t even known that he was moving, but he was, and he was taking after her, after Ro. He didn’t want to lose them. Panic was beginning to set in, the always calm, always confident, always sure drake was beginning to panic, beginning to feel the edges of his world cave in. It wasn’t fair. The world which he had carefully constructed, the life he had intended to reclaim was crumbling. His good luck was failing him, the wolves he longed to be his companions were fleeing him. And his paws were carrying him after them. It was not difficult to track the dove, though the baron alluded him, and he hoped that the dove knew where she was going. When at last the shadow came into view he found himself slowing to a halt, half wanting to leap into the fray, to tackle the dove, the baron, to shake sense into them. Wolves were pack animals, animals that thrived together, though the lone wolf certainly wasn’t the weakest creature. Not even panting he found himself listening to the words that poured from the maw of the dove, a twinge of jealously filled him. She liked the dark drake, and he felt a sense of disappointment that he was not even an option. Kayi liked Ronan, and the thought made his jaw tighten, his eyes narrow. He was sure that if it had been the reverse if Ronan had chosen to stay and he had chosen to go, Kayi wouldn’t have bothered to run after him. And while the thought pained him, he found he couldn’t let Kayi slip away so easily. Turning his gaze upon the pair he looked them over and took a moment before he spoke. “I should think, Kayi, that negotiations would be much better handled if you were to get off of Ro.” Quirking an eyebrow he let a cocky smile cross his features, his control carefully set back into place. “Since you aren’t the only one who wishes to discuss things with him. Perhaps, if you were to move to the left and let him get up things would be easier for him to respond. I do fear you’re going to constrict his breathing and thus his ability to respond.” Moving past the pair the white drake settled himself, his gaze intent upon Kayi, upon Ronan. He waited with a patience that seemed greater than one of his age could have acquired, though inside his heart was racing and he was both disappointed and dismayed at the same time. He just wanted to find a home, a place where he could be included, a place that he was meant to be.