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[Just so you all know, Beta position in Noruour is open.]

[gigithepug]

( Do our wolves have to earn the beta rank? )

[.:akpahsJ:.]

[Not usually, but since we have started RPing...It may be possible. If a new beta isn't created in the next page, then they will have to earn it.]

[gigithepug]

( Ok. Going to rp in a few minutes. )

[Soriams]

((That's just perfect, Dawulf! Feel free to include any history with him you like.))

Spitchen
Noruour • Laekna

Location: Noruour Dens

Disease,
insanity,
and death
were the
angels that
attended
my cradle,
and since
then have
followed me
throughout
my life.

"Golden dawn and clear day's skies, but darkness always falls at night..." Spitchen murmurs to herself, working her short claws on the stone with a scratching noise as she watches the morning sun. Skrtch, skritch, skritch... The repetitive noise is comforting to her, after the excitement of the mouse and all the other happenings of the night, almost like a meditative mantra it reaches her ears and she sways slightly with the rhythm of it. In this manner, time slips away from her and the sun rises further overhead unnoticed until the sound of voices disturbs her thoughts. Her ears twitch, swiveling back towards the sound and she stops clawing the ground to turn in their direction. Ears pinned back, she glares at the speakers: Zaltana and her brother Syver. "Chatty siblings... Twittering like birds in the trees. Next thing you know they'll be laying eggs... Wolf eggs, horrible things." She speaks to herself, voice barely audible as she spits in distaste. It is doubtful there are many thoughts that go through Spitchen's head that are not spoken aloud, snide comments included.

Sitting back on her haunches, Spitchen continues to watch the pair with her wide hazel eyes flicking back and forth between them. Then something happens that brings her to attention, ears perked she gets back to her feet. During their conversation, Zaltana winces in pain and that immediately perks the wiry healers curiosity. "So then, not all is well in birdland?.." She says, and takes a few steps towards them, looking closely at Zaltana's face as she moves. Head low to the ground and tail swishing back and forth behind her, she is nearly standing next to them when Zaltana suddenly gets to her feet and walks away. Growling irritatedly to herself, she glares once more at Syver and then turns on her heel to follow Zaltana.

Several lengths behind, she follows at a slower pace than the one set by the cream-flecked fea and continues to fall back. So intent is she on following Zaltana, that she is startled half out of what little mind she has by the sudden appearance of Narmanna as she grouchily emerges from her den. Letting out a high pitched squeak of surprise, Spitchen quickly backs up, backpedaling in her own tracks until she bumps into the wall behind her. Luckily enough for Spitchen, Narmanna's eyes were closed at the time and she takes no notice of the laekna and settles back down on the ground to stare grumpily at her paws. "Tough enough to chew your teeth to nubs, I's thinks..." She mutters quietly to herself and walks a wide circle around the large brooding fea.

By this time, Zaltana has already located Hawkwing and is standing in front of him. Spitchen breaks out into an awkward trot to catch up, only to skid to a halt a few feet from them. Once there, her dead dips once more and she circles them twice, looking up at Zaltana with her nose twitching as though she were trying to take in every last bit of information about her that she could, as the other fea asks the alpha about sending out patrols. Before he can answer, Spitchen barks out in a shrill voice, something that borders on a screechy howl: "Oh my head! My aching head!" She wails, eyes locking with Zaltana's. "Patrolling all the fields of the earth won't stop the pain in my aching head!" Her eyes never leave Zaltana, and she looks at her as though the alpha didn't even exist.

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Abdou
Auster • Elder

Location: Auster Leader's Rock

Like a morning
dream, life
becomes more
and more bright
the longer we
live, and the
reason of
everything
appears more
clear.
What has puzzled
us before seems
less mysterious,
and the crooked
paths look
straighter as we
approach the end.

Forcing himself to look away from the gaping maw of the pass, Abdou instead turns his eyes back over the dens. His altitude gives him a good view of nearly every hollow at the base of the mountain, and the sight of the younger members of his pack emerging from their slumber brings a smile to his face. The young fea, Emery slips from her small den and pads on dainty paws towards the tree line. Only being a year younger than his grandson, Abdou can't help but think of her as a pup, and he hardly knows much of her as she is also new to the pack. Her gentle presence and calm disposition are agreeable to him though, and he can't help but feel a bit sorry for her as she seems so sad. Even from here, as she looks up to the birds as the flit through the trees, he can see that she misses her family. I must remember to speak with her... He reminds himself, feeling that it is his duty to make sure everyone feels welcome.

Abdou's eyes are drawn away from Emery then, as the small black fea named Kenosha emerges from her hollowed log. As her clear blue eyes raise up to meet with his own, Abdou's smile broadens and he nods to her. Though she and her brother are also relative newcomers to the pack, he has taken an immediate liking to her. Her black pelt reminds him of his granddaughter Shreena, and the alpha Tarn which in itself is comforting. Beyond that though, she is kind and curious, a courageous soul who has known suffering and survived. Everything that a she-wolf should be in his eyes. Either one would be a fine mate for Tarn, if they only had the clout to be an alpha. Then again, maybe he doesn't need a partner? Perhaps he is one of those wolves that is most comfortable with someone to protect, and not to help him lead. Just last night he had been telling her stories of the waterfall, and though he himself has never laid eyes on it, it was easy enough to hear its roar from the hills due west of the dens. Truth be told, no one has ever actually seen the falls, as everyone who goes there never comes back. Far from being the treacherous paths leaving the valley, everyone assumes that it is simply so beautiful a place that they choose not to return.

Moments later, another black wolf appears, loping in from the direction of the lake. His large paws carrying his heavy frame effortlessly over the uneven earth as he pads into the den site. Large enough to be an alpha in his own rite, Abdou immediately recognizes him as Arkahn, Kenosha's brother. The troubled brute is a ferocious fighter and a very valuable asset to the pack, seeing as their numbers have thinned over the years, they need every able warrior they can get, and Arkahn is as good as they get. Yet Abdou is uncomfortable around him, as he has yet been unable to overcome the darkness of his past as his sister has, and it shows in the coldness of his eyes. To see the pain that he holds inside is terrible, and even a respected elder such as himself is want to look away from his eyes when speaking with him from the breadth of the sorrow and fury that they hold. Not that such an occasion happens often, as the only wolf he actually seems to want to converse with is his sister, he keeps to himself otherwise. I hope his bad temper doesn't mean the others will avoid him. The last thing he need is to feel unwelcome. I suppose I should make an example by speaking with him as well.

Finally, the form of the wolf he had been waiting for appears and Abdou lifts his head to scent the wind as the smell of fresh meet precedes him. Looks like Tarn went out hunting this morning. Good. It does him some good to get away from the dens once and awhile. The weight of leadership weighs so heavily on Tarnish, that sometimes it seems he might buckle under the responsibility. Having been there himself after the death of his mate, Abdou empathizes with his struggles, only wishing that there was more that he could do to help.

The day has proven to hold every bit of the warmth and sun it promised, and Abdou looks on as Tarnish leaves the little buck in the center of the den site for the others. The light plays over his inky coat, highlighting the strength and grace of his movements as he lifts his head. Meeting his eyes for a moment as Tarn looks up the hill towards him, Abdou can't help but feel a bit wistful from the way he easily bounds up the rocks to meet him. Ah... Why is it that youth is always wasted on the young? He thinks, watching as Tarn closes the gap with a few powerful strides. Abdou's tail thumps happily on the rock beneath him as Tarnish takes a seat next to him, crawling forward a bit to lick his grandson on the chin. "Ah it is indeed a good morning, Tarn! Sleep found me well enough, though the cold is always my foe." He yawns a bit, the warm sun making him sleepy. Even though it is still morning the heat has soaked into his fur and relaxed some of his aches. "Though it seems as though the day found you a bit earlier than it did the rest of the pack, did it not? That is a fine looking buck you brought back." He glances back down towards the dens as he speaks, watching the others for a moment before continuing without looking back to him. "We have been lucky to find a few new members coming in through the paths this winter... Perhaps they have become more open? We may want to send scouts to the southern end of the valley to investigate. We can't leave Noruour to have a monopoly of first greetings to wolves entering the Feguro." His tone conversational, he eventually looks back to his grandson with his clear grey eyes. Perhaps one of them will be a nice fea for you to fall in love with... Or should I send you over to steal one from Noruour? Abdou keeps his thoughts to himself, as he knows how irritating Tarnish finds his criticism. Even though it is meant with the kindest of thoughts.

[.:akpahsJ:.]

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||Brute||Auster||Alpha||Five and a Half||No Crush||No Mate||
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Action: Talking with Abdou.
Feeling: Calm and Relaxed.

Tarnish looked up at the blue sky; Its beautiful hue intrigued him. He found it very fascinating, and wondered if perhaps lost friends and family watched him from the clouds. His jet black coat gleamed in the sunlight, and he was an amazing sight. He pointed his muzzle to the sky, and inhaled, stretching the muscles in his neck and chest. He closed his bright, yellow eyes for a moment, then opened them again to look at his Grandfather. He had something he found fascinating to tell him.

"Yes, I think we should send some scouts. I hear the Noruour ranks are lower than ours at the moment, and they will most likely be sending scouts too." He stated, though his voice was somewhat distant and distracted. He looked down at the dens, scanning the wolves to choose who would go. It took him awhile, but he had made his choices. Arkahn was his first choice, as he was strong, and fierce. Though I may have a hard time telling him to do so. He thought, but dismissed it quickly. As his eyes began to look again, he spotted Kenosha. For a moment, he thought of sending her. No, I should not send brother and sister. He told himself, and continued to look. As he spotted Nyra, his eyes lit up. There! They will go! He thought triumphantly, and turned to his grandfather. I think it would be best to send Arkahn and Nyra. Both fighters, they can take care of themselves if they encounter any Noruour wolves. He said, and turned his head to look out at the sparking glacier lake.

The shrill of a song bird could be heard from the lake, as it flew back and forth from a shrub to take small drinks of water. Tarn wondered why the bird would just not sit by the edge of the lake and drink the water from there, instead of making trips from the shrub. As he looked to the edge of the lake, he saw the songbirds reason for actions. A weasel was drinking from the water, and as it kept watching the songbird, Tarnish guessed it must also have an appetite. As he thought of this morning, though, he forgot all about the songbird and the weasel, and turned his head back to his grandfather. I have something to tell you about my hunt, which I find fascinating. He stated, and cleared his throat to tell the story:

I had woken up before the sun had rose, when the moon was still shininh in the sky. The sky was lighter than the darkness of the night. I decided to go hunting to clear my head. As I began to walk through the tree, I heard the breathing of a roe deer, and took cover behind a bush. I watched him drink from a small pond, and soon a doe jumped from the bushes to accompany him. At the time, I did not know the doe was pregnant. My killing instinct overtook me, and a chose her to hunt. So, I jumped from the bushes, and pursued the two. The doe was slower, and at the time I just thought she was fat. He chuckled at his own stupidity at the time, but continued with the story. Just as I was about to lunge, the most amazing thing happened. The buck ran towards me, letting his doe escaped. It was then I realized she was pregnant with his child. He was brave enough to charge me, though it didn't hurt. I ended his life quickly, and marveled at what he had just did for his doe. He finished, and looked down out at the lake. It is amazing what one will do for love. Tarn said quietly, and stretched his paws out to lay down.

[Dawulf]

Kenosha

Auster *** Lead of Patrol *** Female *** Location: Auster Camp

Snapping herself back to reality, Kenosha shook her thick pelt once more. She had been so caught up in her own thoughts, she hadn't noticed the Alpha's return until now, when she caught sight of him sitting with his grandfather way up on the hill. Tarnish was a handsome wolf - strong and able, no doubt an excellent leader. Her nose twitched at the scent of the small buck, though she was oblivious to his valiant sacrifice.

It was at this time that her gaze fell upon her brother, loping towards her. She padded off to meet him, graceful steps carrying her smoothly over to her sibling. She was about to speak when he brushed past her as though she were invisable. Slightly irked, she swiveled around and in a few bounds swung around to face him, her claws leaving mars in the dirt beneath her, completely blocking his way. "What is your problem now?" She barked, inches away from his face. She did not sound mad, only concerned. Her steady gaze held his, although he towered over her. Her position remained neutral, yet she knew that were she any other wolf, this act alone would've gotten her killed. Where have you been all night anyway?

For a few moments the large wolf remained quiet, as he stared blankly into his sisters eyes. "Wandering." Was all he replied to her.

Briefly she searched his eyes with her own. To most they were like staring into mahogany ice, yet she had known him long enough to tell when something was bothering him. There seemed to be an extra guarded-ness to them at this moment, and she didn't like it. His eyes narrowed slightly - he knew what she was doing, and he hated it when she probed his thoughts like that. "There's something you're not telling me, Ark..." She spoke calmly... knowingly.

A deep growl rose in his throat, as his head turned to face the treeline. The hackles along his spine seemed to stand a little taller, before he finally spoke again, his tone gruff. "Cougar tracks... a few days old, leading out of the territory."

Pondering for a moment, she spoke once more. "Well if they are old the-" Suddenly the female was cut off, her brother had swung his head back to face her, eyes unguarded now and burning with fury. The larger wolf was nose-to-nose with his smaller sister, the sudden closeness causing her own neck to slide her head back, one paw raised off of the ground just in case she had to slide back a little farther.

Arkahn

Auster *** Fighter *** Male *** Location: Auster Camp

"You can't seriously be saying that... that thing isn't a threat! We should hunt it down and kill it for even looking at our territory. You know what those things are capable of, Kenosha." When she didn't speak again, he let another growl escape his throat - simply from mere frustration with the hard-headed female and turned, stalking off towards their den. He knew it stung her to bring up their past, however it frustrated him to no end that she was as calm about it as she was.

"We'll see how she feels when this whole pack gets killed by that monster... she better not come crying to me. He growled to himself as he slipped into the hollowed log, disappearing into the shadows where he followed the trunk as far back as he could and lay down, head on his paws. A few moments later, the irritated male stood again, pawing at something on the ground, before he picked up an old elk bone. Once more Arkahn circled, before settling down and gnashing his frustrations out on this worn old bone, realizing it was almost time for a new one.

As he lay there, his angry chewing seemed to slow, becoming more rthymic as he cooled down. He began to replay the days he spent as a pup, playing with his littermates, and when it was just them in the den or their parents were sleeping, they would take turns telling their stories, of what their life was going to be, but was since not meant to be. Trying not to dwell on the latter, he shut his eyes, remembering his own story.

Their parents had run away from their former pack to start their own - such an act was not uncommon for wolves, and they wound up successful on their own, though at the moment their pack consisted of them and their pups. Arkahn was, of course, destined to take over the pack when it came time, being his fathers only son and firstborn. His future would've held a good life. His pup voice echoed from his memory, as he dropped the bone and rolled to his side in thought. "I'ma be the greatest Alpha of ever!" he had boasted to his sisters. He even had his future mate and four pups names and personalities planned out and everything.

As his mind always worked this way, he was not surprised when that fatal night interrupted his memories again. The night where his future was shattered.

[Emberrose]

Nyra
~Fae~~Auster~~Fighter~

The smell of smoke came clearly to mind, as the black fae stood watching angry red flames engulf the trees around her. The smoke was thick, yet strangely, she stood as though the air was perfectly clear. She could hear her father's voice, telling her and her sister to run, just before a blazing tree broke from its roots and started to fall before her.

Nyra opened her eyes just as the tree crashed to the ground. She was staring at the wall of her den, safe in camp. It was warm in her den. No wonder she was having a nightmare about fire. No, not just any fire, the one that killed my parents and separated me from my sister, Symphony, she thought with a pain of sadness. her pelt twitched, feeling something crawling along the length of her muzzle. She lifted her head, shaking it fiercely, watching with satisfaction as a black beetle went flying across the den. She stood and shook out her pelt before proceeding out into the daylight of the Auster camp, leaving the beetle to helplessly try and flip itself back to its feet.

The fae blinked in the sunlight, taking in the smell of morning air. Her gaze wondered around camp, spotting Tarnish and Abdou up on the hill, and then Kenosha and Arkahn as they seemed to be arguing, over what, Nyra did not happen to hear. It was most likely best she hadn't. Her eyes followed each sibling in turn as the two seperated. It was then that she turned her attention to the fresh meat in the center of camp. A fine young buck, and none of the others even bothered to sniff it. She assumed it was free to be eaten and the she-wolf wandered over to the carcass, taking a rather small chunk and then leaving to head back to her den. She sat at the entrance, mouth watering at the smell, and started to eat, taking her mind off of the dream she had just had.

[miss nae.]

Fae - Auster - Mother - Mateless - Crushless
Mood : Low-spirited, but curious.
Action : Sitting still, listening to other voices.

.{ Ємєґу }.
"I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit."

Her chocolate eyes had a habit of jumping from face to face, the different eyes and expressions of each wolf sparking her interest into having the urge to go and greet them. Some were speaking to each other, and others were minding their own business, and a couple were just arriving into the pack from an early morning hunt. She wanted to be friendly, be kind, be a social butterfly. Her body on the other hand, was not cooperating with her, so she couldn't just easily float across the ground toward them. Her hind stayed glued to the ground in spite of her own needs. The eyes of the other wolves seemed so peaceful and so welcoming to contact and conversation, but she didn't have the correct will power--or maybe it was more that she didn't have the courage--to go and speak to them.

Her pelt was her normal and unchanged shaggy, dull gray that the light had no such affect on her that it usually did with most other's winter coats. A glossy appearance that it gave with the benefit of long, winter fur. She continued to survey her surroundings and the rest of the the small pack, feeling only a small amount of uncomfort that she did when she first woke up. She always seemed to be expeting her old surroundings to suddenly wake up to; her parents, her brothers, her former pack mates, the healer's den, and Rosalynn. Nothing of the sort that would be here. She was the most greatful when the alpha decided to take her in, but she wished of more welcoming days that followed her and the blessing of being useful around the pack. She sucked in a breath of blossom-filled air, and started refocusing her eyes into reality. She day-dreamed quite often these days.

It was a calm and undisturbed morning, only the sound of wolves' voices or the constant brustle of light wind against the green tree leaves that hung all around. She could easily hear and listen to the conversations that were around the clearing, some as far as at the dens, as long as she stayed silent and motionless. It was a certain conversation not too far from her that made her ear cock to the correct position. It was a soothing, composed voice that flowed with every word, leaving her wanting to listen from a closer distance. She stole a glance toward the direction of the conversation, and there was the pack elder, Abdou, with the alpha, Tarnish. She hadn't known the elder's voice to be so alluring to listen to, as if he had a thousand stories to tell and an abundance of intelligence to pass on. She attempted to keep her eyes averted so she didn't feel the shame of secretly listening in on their conversation, rather than sitting silently and listening to every word being said by every wolf around her. She resisted for a minute or two, but her eyes unintentionally rolled toward them again, her attention not interupted by anything else at the moment. Her ears stayed erect and slightly toward them, now hanging on the alpha's voice. It was much stronger, said by a much younger wolf who sounded of prime. She wasn't quite attenive to their exact words, more on their voices. The hunger for interaction creeping up on her once again, tasting her own solitude, even if she was only a few meters away.

She closed her eyes, but her ears stayed at their position until the lull of speech stopped. Her eyes flicked open and she fish-eyed the direction of which they were talking, careful not to make it obvious, but she quickly look down and flushed pink on her muzzle, shamefaced by being so obscene to listen in to their conversation. Of course, not the words, but it was still a rude act of secrecy. She turned her head to the opposite direction, trying to divert her attention by looking the other way. Her mind buzzed in a numb trance, like she had nothing to do but laze around the clearing all day and listen to other wolves. She scoffed at herself, and stood up, but the coolness of the blood rushed to her hund legs and she found that they had fallen asleep under her stand-stilled weight. She plopped back down and waited for the prickling to subside, not feeling the urge to get up sooned than she needed. She planned on heading somewhere to keep her mind occupied; somewhere like the river where she could get a mindless drink of water, even if she wasn't exactly thirsty at the moment.

[Soriams]

((Hey, what happened to Noruour? Common, I know you want to post! Don't leave Noruour's future up to Spitchen! LOL Oh noes, that wouldn't be good at all.))

Abdou
Auster • Elder

Location: Auster Leader's Rock

Like a morning
dream, life
becomes more
and more bright
the longer we
live, and the
reason of
everything
appears more
clear.
What has puzzled
us before seems
less mysterious,
and the crooked
paths look
straighter as we
approach the end.

Abdou can't help but smile a bit as Tarnish's answer comes back with a distracted air. It is no surprise to the old wolf that his grandson would have something far different than mundane pack business on his mind, especially on such a fine spring day. Far above them, a peregrine wheels and dives, spiraling sharply in the air an pulling up at the last moment, only to beat its wings and begin the dance once again. Ah good man, do your efforts go in vain? Abdou wonders, letting his mind wander as Tarn surveys the wolves stirring below. He had loved the aerial hunters since he was a young pup, wondering what it would be like to stalk the skies the way a wolf lurks in the forest. To beat your wings and find purchase in the intangible; to soar with your breath steaming in the thin air over the highest peaks. Far from the lumbering flight of the enormous black buzzards that ride the updrafts on creaking wings, hardly moving a muscle as they wait for other hunters to do their work. Even now, there are a few faint specs circling the camp, no doubt eyeing Tarn's kill, though they were never so foolish as to try and steal while there were still wolves about. The falcons though, had no such need for hand outs. They were swift and cunning, diving out of the unfathomable blue depths of the sky, taking their prey on the wing. Truly, if ever there were wolves of the sky, it would be the falcons... Abdou thought, and moments later a larger bird approached the first, flying directly towards the dancer from the distant cliffs. She circles with him, following him through the spirals and dives before the two fly upward and she flips over in the air, gratefully taking an offered gift. The two spiral slowly to the ground with locked talons, breaking only as the tree tops loom up towards them and moving swiftly back towards the sheer rock face that is their home.

Abdou lets out a heavy sigh at their leaving, as always feeling that a part of him goes with them. Perhaps someday... He thinks wistfully, but then Tarn is speaking to him once again and he must turn his attention back to the alpha. "Yes... I think that they are fine choices Tarn. It will be good for both Arkahn and Kenosha to see that he is needed. Just be kind to him, I'm sure he will go without question, even if he at first seems to refuse."

Abdou then follows Tarnish's gaze as he looks towards the lake, old eyes just barely able to pick out the small creatures he watches with interest. A weasel... What a rare treat to see. The small predators were rarely observed, as they would flee in the wake of larger hunters. Rightfully so perhaps, but it is still a bit of a triumph to catch sight of one. The plight of the songbird however, passes by his notice as he looks back to his grandson as he promises a story. He smiles anew at that, loving to hear news and new renditions of legends, just about as much as he enjoyed telling them himself.

Thus, it is with no small amount of rapture that Abdou listens to Tan's story of the brave roe buck and his harem, eyes half closed as he envisions the scene. Ah to die a good death in service to one's legacy... One could ask for no more out of life. He thinks, bringing himself back to focus as Tarn finishes, speaking quietly about love. "Ah yes, love... Brings out the best and the worst in us all I'm afraid. Even those we hunt will fight for those near to their hearts, to ensure their children might live. The promise of the next generation is always greater than that of their parents, and the reward of a life well lived is to die in service to those you love knowing that they will continue without you." He pauses for a moment, listening to the sounds of the forest below. "Even the birds of the air live and die by love. What we hear as song is their war-cries and wails of loss, celebrations of new life and the defense of it. It is not only us alone that feel the sweet pain of longing and warmth of a mate's touch."

Getting slowly to his feet, Abdou stretches his back, feeling it creak between his shoulder blades. He then moves closer to Tarn and licks him between the ears like one would a lonesome pup. "Each of us has to find our own way in the world, grandson. Even if we're still a wet behind the ears pup, with a coat as black as soot." He smiles a wiry smile and glances back to the others, seeing Nyra finally take a piece of the buck and feeling a bit of hunger in his own stomach from the appetizing smells rising up towards them. "What do you say we head back down and join the others for some breakfast, before your valiant kill goes to waste?" He asks lightly, a good mood settling over him at the prospects of the day.