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[miss nae.]

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[gigithepug]

zคltคภค

Noruour || Lead of Patrol || Fae || Crushless || Mateless

As the young fae slept in her cozy den, the shiny, golden morning sun's rays beamed into the den, lighting it up. Shaking her head, Zaltana began to moan from the brightness. "Ugh!" Zaltana mumbled to herself, noticing it was morning. Her amber eyes gazed the area around, as she opened her jaws widely and yawned. Blinking her eyes due to the sun still shinning in her eyes, Zaltana stood up tall and padded out of her den. With one heavy paw in front of the other as she walked, Zaltana scanned the camp with her sleepy amber eyes. Right away she noticed her brother in the center of the camp. "Brother." Zaltana muttered as she padded closer to him. The brute turned around once he heard his sister's voice. "Zaltana!" Syver cried out, but not too loud so the wolves who are sleeping don't awake. A bright smile laied on the fae's black muzzle. "Did you have a good sleep?" Zaltana questioned him thoughtfully with a polite smile.

With a slight smirk on his muzzle, Syver stared at his sister with happiness. He enjoyed days like these where he gets to hangout with his sister. “It was good. What about you? Did you sleep good?” Syver asked softly as he gently sat down on the soft, moist ground, wrapping his thick, black tail around his paws. “It was good.” Zaltana whispered, keeping a laugh escaping her throat. Before her brother's response was told, Zaltana suddenly glanced away in pain. She felt she was going to get a headache of some sort. And she was. "Zaltana, are you okay." Syver softly whispered, for only Zaltana to hear. Zaltana held her head high then glanced at her brother. "Yea, it's nothing." With that said, the young fae stood up tall and padded to her alpha, Hawkwing. When she almost reached him, the pain got a little worst. Zaltana shut her eyes tightly, until she reached the alpha. Dipping her head in respect, Zaltana stared at the alpha brute. "Hawkwing, may I patrol the territory, incase and wolves from Auster trespass?" Zaltana asked respectfully, while she flicked her ears to the sounds of some wolves waking up.

( Awaiting for Noruour's alpha to reply. Will soon post Syver. )

[Soriams]

((Actually Spitchen's post is for Zaltana too if, if you get tired waiting. ))

[gigithepug]

( oops, didn't see that post. I just finished reading it. I'll post in a few minutes. )

[gigithepug]

zคltคภค

Noruour || Lead of Patrol || Fae || Crushless || Mateless

With the laekna speaking loudly, Zaltana's headache got worse. Zaltana dug her claws into the soft dirt, tring to ignore the pain. As calmly as the fae can, Zaltana said irretated, "Spitchen, can you please speak a little quieter. You're making my head hurt more." Slowly sitting down on the grassy ground, Zaltana stared at the little fae with kind eyes, showing she wasn't no mean grouchy pants. A thick, creamy tan tail wrapped around the fae's milky black paws. Peace and quiet. Peace and quiet is what Zaltana needed to stay calmed down. But how can she get peace and quiet if too many wolves bother her. Zaltana isn't really the social type. She likes to keep things to herself and barely talk to the other wolves, but of course her little brother Syver.

Having enough time with other wolves, Zaltana stood up slowly and stormed off into her den. Zaltana wasn't really in a mood to talk to any wolf. She wanted alone time. "All alone by myself sounds great right about now." The depressed Zaltana muttered to herself. A deep growl escaped Zaltana's throat as another suprise pain shot Zaltana. Tired of everything, Zaltana curled up in a little ball, getting ready for a quick nap. All she needed was thirty minutes to rest. That's it, just thirty minutes and she'll be as good as new. Now hopefully the annoying healer will not bother the restless Zaltana. Once postioned to fall asleep, the fae stayed silent, with her head on top of her paws. A dead silence filled the air of her den. It was just too quiet for Zaltana.

Once again, Zaltana stood up and stormed, angrily, out of her den. She couldn't sleep if it was too quiet or too loud. When comes to sleeping, Zaltana is very picky. It can be so quiet that all you hear is her heart beat loudly with big thumps and her breathing. And it can't be too loud that you hear wolves talking their minds out. It had too be just right for Zaltana. Something that all you hear is a bird's chirp, a river's swooshing water going againt large boulders, the blowing wind going about with it's breezy flow.





( Sorry for the double post. =[ )

[Soriams]

((No worries gigithepug! I just thought I would give you a heads up that Spitchen was bothering Zaltana.))

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.

Spitchen looks at Zaltana with her hazel eyes rolling expressively of exasperation in her pinched face. [b]"Well, if you would be taking better care of yourself and telling those that matter that you hurt, maybe we wouldn't have to be yelling to find out, now would we?" She says in a scolding manner, though her voice is decidedly lower in volume than before. For all he curious quirks and oddities, Spitchen has never been one to intentionally cause pain. She then watches Zaltana with unwavering eyes as the larger wolf sinks to the ground, fully expecting an answer.

However, it becomes obvious that no answer is forthcoming when Zaltana gets up and stalks off to her den without another word. "Testy wolf! You'll be getting better one way or another!" Spitchen mutters, watching Zaltana's tail as is disappears into the shadows of her den. Growling softly to herself, she too stalks away, carefully skirting Narmanna once again as she heads back to her little hovel. Its not so much that the healer is afraid of the fighter, rather that her sensitive nature has picked up on the fact that even though Narmanna has only just emerged from her den, she is in a foul mood. And the just aren't enough herbs in all the valley to cure that. Spitchen sticks to what she knows, her ravings and her herbs, and dabbles in little else unless asked.

Once back in her den, she immediately sets to pulling out bits and pieces of things from her little hollows, stacking them on little piles on a large smooth rock just outside the entrance to the cave. "Aloe and sage to soothe and willow balm to calm the nerves..." She mutters, looking down at the piles for a moment before another idea comes to mind and she disappears back into the darkness for a moment. She reappears with a flat length of white bark, somehow kept oiled and pliable with other infusions. Laying it down, she noses the other piles onto it carefully and then rolls it tightly, the bark sticking to itself like cigar paper. "And a bit of birch bark to dull the pain, in the oh so sensitive head." She finishes with a satisfied voice and picks up the little package delicately with her teeth, then heads off back towards Zaltana's den.

Spitchen arrives at that den, just a few seconds too late and has to watch the irritated fea stalk away towards the trees. Unable to call after her with the delicate package lodged in her mouth, Spitchen growls in the back her throat and runs after her. Looking more like some wounded duck than a wolf on the run, she nonetheless soon catches up with her and runs past to cut her off. Standing in front of her, she glares at Zaltana with angry eyes and very gently sets down the pill-ball of herbs. "Wicked beast! You'll be taking this wether you like it or not! Take this, the whole thing mind you, and chew it well, especially the bark." She takes a step closer, the menacing look is nothing more than ridiculous from the skinny animal, but she meets Zaltana's eyes unwaveringly. "And if you don't you'll be getting it in your sleep."

[gigithepug]

zคltคภค

Noruour || Lead of Patrol || Fae || Crushless || Mateless

Padding into the deep, dark forest alone, or so she thought, Zaltana then heard the laekna's voice ring in the air once again. The stressed out fae went to turn around until the smaller fae pipped up right in front of Zaltana's face. A deep, minuscule growl slightly escaped the fae's tightly clenched mouth. "I don't need it! All I need is peace and quiet. But I can't cause you're ruining it!" Stressly, Zaltana yelled out. Quickly, Zaltana glanced down at the herbs and simply rolled her eyes in disapproval. The fae let out a big take of breath out, showing she was done playing games.


Once again she stared at the herbs that will help the pains in her head. This time she grabbed the herbs with her mouth and began to chew slowly and carefully, following the laekna's advice. The much larger fae put a face expression that showed she wasn't enjoying the taste of the herbs. Once done chewing, Zaltana swallowed the herbs. She glanced at the laekna, showing a quick thanks. "Thank you. Now may I go?" Zaltana thanked the fae and quickly questioned her. Without a single response, Zaltana left speedily. Her creamy fawn tail flicked showing she gone off into the woods.


Finally. Zaltana finally got away from the healing fae, that greatly annoyed her. Now hopefully the fae, who's name was Spitchen, would decide to leave her alone for the rest of the stressful day. Zaltana pacefully lifted one of her heavy front paws, then it was followed by the other paw.

[.:akpahsJ:.]

[I think I'm going to close this RP since not enough people are active, and my life is really busy right now. Sorry guys.]

[Soriams]

((Aww, I'm so sad! But I do understand. If you ever decide to re-open, or create another, I'll be happy to rejoin.))

[miss nae.]

Darn. :c But okay, I understand.