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Post by Mercy on Jan 24, 2010 14:05:30 GMT -5
Mercy stood in silent observation, eyes watching the young female that came to meet them. Rahiel, the Alphess of Sun Crest. She seemed like such a breakable, petite thing, Akki would have no problem taking her down. And the elder wouldn’t much of a match either; Mercy felt certain she could at least inflict some wounds if ever her cover was blown. Chicken though, and his brothers, would be harder to take down. They were young, strong and able, and she knew that combined with the right leadership and the wisdom of this elder (crazy as he may be), they had the start of a deadly enemy. Mercy smiled when the Alphess looked at her. The work of a Heus . . . sure, that sounded like a good excuse.
“Yes, I’m afraid it is.” She said gently, looking at her leg. “There were two that captured me, I was making my way to Raven Wing and must have taken a wrong turn. I don’t know how many more there were.”
She sighed, a little tired as they made there way up the mountain. And then she heard the howls of others and stopped, searching the air.
Sure enough, barreling towards them, were Chic’s other two brothers. She slunk down, slightly annoyed at the small, talkative one. Pups? She hardly paid much attention to his babble, looking up only when Chicken remarked on Soliel being the farther. For a second she was confused; had she heard wrong? She thought it had been Crispin . . .
It would have to be that little red female!
She realized suddenly that this could be a fun game in the future. If he had pups . . . and a mate . . . and they had more pack members . . . Real hostage games were all the more fun. Of course now was not a good time to play such a game, but it would be good for future reference. Hm . . . perhaps she should stick around . . . just a little bit longer. She smiled coolly as the one called Soliel suddenly looked at her, seemingly at a loss for words. Had she not been on a mission and surrounded by enemies however, she would have attacked him for making such a comment. Like she would ever take a mate from Sun Crest and put her young in her position! The very thought angered her. Instead she rolled her eyes and shook her head at him.
“No, sweet Soliel,” she purred. “Your brother here is still as much of bachelor as you are. I like to play to play hard to get . . .” she leaned closer to him, her maw inches from his ear. “It naturally sorts out the meek, clumsy males from the loyal, dutiful ones that are actually worth my time.”
She smiled sassily and turned away, looking out of the corner of her eyes, watching him stew.
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Post by Rahiel on Jan 26, 2010 12:16:37 GMT -5
When they reached the cave opening, Rahiel stopped and turned, letting the rest crowd around her. She smiled at Chicken – of course, how could she forget him? To make up for her mistake, she tucked her head under his neck and wagged her tail. Yes, he and his brothers had been some of the finest among Sun Crest. But it worried her that he was alone . . . he spoke as if they were coming . . . but how many of them were left after the last war? She smiled and pulled away from him.
“You must excuse me, then, for my formality,” she paused, her eyes glinting with some past light, a fraction of the fae she once was. “The months have changed me greatly. I was the last one left for a very long time.”
Her heart leapt into her throat suddenly when she heard a howl echoing across the sky and she looked up, both excited and nervous. One was a clear Sasriel song, the other tone more ragged but something about was similar all the same. She stepped back as before bounded two memorable faces. She laughed as Chic’s younger brother pounced and bounded around him, while the other made a more graceful entrance. She listened to the younger, bouncier one . . . Crispy . . . She glanced over, sure that had to be a nickname for . . .
“Crispin!” she finally remembered.
Glancing back, she tried remembering the name of the younger brother and then spied the silver “sun spot” on his head.
“Soliel! Oh it’s good to see all of you again!” she giggled as the brother’s bantering started. Chic had heard wrong, despite his pride at suddenly being a potential Uncle. She walked up to Crispin and nodded to him. “Congratulations, Crispin. I have some ideas for a rank for you . . . as I assume you’ll be wanting to be a guardian for Amber Moor?”
She grinned knowingly at him and then stepped back, waiting for their attention.
“I suppose some rank granting is in order, hm?” she smiled at Abaars and then regarded the brothers. “Gentlemen?”
Her eyes fell first upon Chic. “I remember you were quite the busy body. You’ll need a good rank that’ll show all your potential . . . I think being part of the Fleet would suit you. Who knows? Perhaps you may some day be second or third in command – the heavens know I’ll need someone there when the Heus get thick.”
Then she turned Soliel, holding back a chuckle as he fell onto his rump. “And you, youngest of the brothers, will also hold the status of Fleet. Free reign of your home and surrounding lands will be a good way for you to release your energy and exercise those manners your mother instilled in you.” She narrowed her eyes playfully. “Abaars and your brother will take good charge of you, I hope.”
She turned last to Crispin. “And you, my friend, have a different position of your brothers. How does that of a Harbinger sound? Often recognized for younger members, surely, but given the status of our pack right now, we will need messengers and guardians. Besides, I’m pretty sure there is a fae in the Moorland who is wishing for your company even as we speak. And so, given the exciting situation you are in, you are granted the status of a Guardian, for whichever pack she is a part of. I’m assuming Amber Moor? From what I understand, River Wood is still leaderless.”
Her eyes fell upon Mercy then, remembering her words from before. Yes . . . those wretched Heus were something else. She eyed the fae’s leg and motioned for them to follow her into the once empty caves. And now, with four Sasriels trailing her . . . it felt so much more like home.
“Come, Mercy, we will tend to your wounds. You all need rest as well; I do believe it has been a long day, just by the look on your faces.” She smiled at them. “I must say though, its not often I hear of the Heus taking a captive. Is there something about you that made them attack you Mercy? I’m surprised they didn’t kill you.”
When they entered the main den, she looked up to all the dwellings above them, the ledges that stretched up hundreds of feet and smiled. “Welcome home.”
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Post by Crispin on Jan 28, 2010 14:18:16 GMT -5
Crispin shook his head as he landed, trotting up next to Chicken’s other side as Soliel bounced away, announcing that they were going to be uncles. Although it seemed someone wasn’t paying attention . . . he laughed as Chicken let his own ideas about the topic be known, not caring that he insulted Soliel in the process at all. Crispin rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics looking up when the Alphess spoke. His face broke into a disbelieving grin.
“Rahiel? Why . . . it’s such a relief to see you!” he grinned as she spoke to him, proudly, if a little nervously.
He turned, ready to correct Chicken but his attention was brought around by Rahiel . . . Alphess Rahiel. He knew she was of a higher ranking pair, but he had never expected her to be the one to take up the role of an Alpha. He respected her though; he had always liked her. And so he held his tongue as she spoke, pleased that they were getting ranked.
As he assumed his brothers would get the rank that let them out the most; especially one where Soliel would probably do the least damage. Crispin wagged his tail in excitement though, hearing that his brother may be promoted in the future. He stood proudly as she faced him, confused at first when she said she was going to give him a different rank. What else would better suit him?
Harbinger . . .
Gaurdian . . .
He couldn’t express all his joy at those words! He wagged his tail and licked at her chin enthusiastically.
“Yes! Amber Moor is perfect, you guessed right, Alphess. Thank you.” He bowed his head toward her. “I will take my duty as a Harbinger with great pride!”
Finally he turned to Chicken then, chuckling slight still from his brothers previous antics.
“Uhm . . . Chic . . .” he looked up at his brother with a crooked smile on his face, cobalt eyes sparkling. “There really is no need to call out our poor younger brother . . . I think you misinterpreted. It isn’t you and I who are going to be Uncles . . . it is you and Soliel.” He laughed. “Besides, do you really think, for all its worth, our baby brother has the guts to even speak to pretty face?”
He stood, letting his words sink in, trying to judge his eldest brother’s reaction.
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Post by Soliel on Jan 28, 2010 16:16:26 GMT -5
“Hey!”
Soliel playfully went for his brother’s ear, trotting off to the side.
“Like I’d get sucked into some kind mess like that . . .” he laughed.
He turned his ear towards Mercy, gulping hard before he drew back. He flicked his ears back, her vixen like grin catching him off guard.
“Oh, I uh . . . I see . . . Yup! Definitely pushes Chic out of the running then!” he bounded away from her and then drew up to attention when Rahiel spoke to them.
He remembered her clearly; she had been a spunky female, but she seemed to have changed a lot since he had last seen her. She had grown a lot . . . it was hard to see her as an Alphess now. But he regarded her with quiet anticipation. After this he could come home and rest . . . he gazed around him, looking at all the empty dwellings above him, his eyes slightly sad. So many gone, so many dead. His gaze lingered on a tunnel that disappeared in the far corner and he swallowed tightly.
When Rahi announced his position as fleet, all sadness left his face and went in to butt heads with Chic.
“Ha! You’re stuck we me now, brother!” he cleared his throat however and nodded kindly to Rahiel. “A suitable status! I will live up to your expectations!”
He turned to look at Abaars and wagged his tail. This was going to be great fun, working with his brother and the elder! He smiled as Crispin was labeled a Harbinger and leapt to his paws.
“Way to go! Guardian status!” he watched with tense muscles for Chic’s reaction when Crispin spoke to him. “There! See? It isn’t me! It’s the responsible one!”
He broke laughing hard, his voice echoing around the large main area. He couldn’t wait for the pups to be born! Uncle Soliel had a much better ring to it than Uncle Chicken did after all . . . he narrowed his eyes playfully at Chic, whisking his tail back and forth with new energy.
“Bets on how many pups she’ll have? How many females or males? If she has six males, I’m going to laugh so hard . . .”
He paused to yawn and he shook his head, looking groggily up at Rahiel. “Permission to fall into dreamland?”
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Post by Abaars on Feb 7, 2010 13:44:10 GMT -5
As he listened to the voices around him, Abaars quietly admitted he wasn't going to get used to being in a pack very quickly. Then again, these were his own kind and they seemed to be a combination of personalities that could work together to make the pack better. Abaars listened to Rahiel rank the three brothers. Chicken and Soliel were ranked Fleets as he was. Telling by Soliel's personality and Rahiel's comment on he and Chicken keeping charge of him, this was going to be interesting. Then, Rahiel turned last to Crispin, offering him the rank Harbringer. Crispin would be the Guardian of Amber Moor. Abaars smiled and nodded to him.
Abaars had noticed early on that Chicken and Mercy had been exhausted by the long journey they probably had from Blood Fang Territory. He hadn't actually noticed Crispin's or Soliel's tired expressions until Soliel asked for permission to go to sleep. He gazed around at the group, then to Rahiel. He asked, "Alphess, may I go scout around? I will not need rest for some time."
Abaars sat, waiting for her answer...
((... Meh...))
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Post by Chicken on Feb 8, 2010 10:13:20 GMT -5
Chicken blinked in surprise as his littlest brother was quickly brought down a few notches by Mercy, who had been so quiet and demure on their journey up the mountain. Slightly off gaurd Chic could do little but stare, momentarily at a loss for words, at the black Fae. No one but those who were familiar with the brothers usually dared to insult them in front of their two other siblings... Apparently it had something to do with and 'intimidation factor'... But here, this spunky little female was taking on Soliel! The loudest, most obnoxious (if Chic did say so himself) of his beloved siblings!
Chicken liked her!
With a cocky, encouraging grin at Mercy and a sly wink Chic returned his attentions to Rahiel. He yipped playfully when he was given the position of Fleet, one he would enjoy greatly. When Soliel was given the same position Chic gave a sad sigh, mournfully looking past Soliel to Crispy... Crispin. "Ah, you have all the luck little Brother! I always get stuck with Dufus on my team!" Perking up suddenly Chic took a playful nip at Soliels snout, dancing away from any return attempt.
Returning to solemn ground Chic turned to Rahiel, bowing gracefully, huge wings open behind him. " I would gladly accept your offer Alphess Rahi. Its good to be home!" Tucking his wings back in Chic stood and trotted over to Mercy, an encouraging grin radiant on his maw. "Come now girly. We must beat these looses to the den if you are to have anywhere comfortable to sleep." Chic leaned in to her, lowering his voice to a gravely whisper, "The snoring is horrendous. But between you and me, I snore so much louder then those two pups over yonder..."
Surely a proud title that could only be granted among brothers.
It was good to be home!
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