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Post by Soliel on Jan 6, 2010 23:45:19 GMT -5
Soliel grunted and turned away. Fine, he didn’t need to be in this conversation anyway. He was happy Crispin stood up for himself though; his big brother could annoy him at times with his over protectiveness and big-brotherliness but one thing was for sure – Crispin had a steady head. At least, as far as Soliel was concerned. He perked up again when he heard his brother’s mate speak and trotted back over. He hadn’t really met her, officially, and wanted to at least get a good look at her before they had to take off. He would get to know her better later, after they had settled into Sun Crest and after her pups were born.
She was a cheery little fae; simply being around her made him happy – she and Crispin were perfect together. Ignoring Larka (who was making it incredibly hard for him to hold his tongue like his mother had taught him) he instead focused on the three legged fae before him. Now she had spirit, a fighter’s spirit. He wondered where she had come from . . . He smiled crookedly at her, always anxious to make a new friend. She wasn’t like other females – he could actually feel comfortable around her.
"If we leave now we can make it to the densite by Nightfall and introduce you to the pack."
He looked at Larka fully again, slightly glad to be leaving, but feeling sympathy for his brother. He felt awkward and out of place, never having dealt with a situation like this before, and had a hard time figuring what to say. He looked at his brother and his mate and waited quietly, searching his mind . . .
“Uh . . . yeah, and I bet if we fly fast enough we’ll reach Sun Crest in no time!” he paused and then quickly added. “Betcha Chic’s already there, waitin’ for us! Oh you just wait till I tell him what you did . . .”
He tried to laugh but couldn’t. The guilt and sadness in his brother’s features kept him on the down low. He sighed and stood. Well, someone had to make the move. He stood and shook his pelt, scenting the air.
“Anyone else smell rain? I think a storm’s rolling in.” he sighed and nudged his brother. “Best we get moving before the winds pick up, eh Crispy?”
He smiled kindly to his brother’s mate and gave her an encouraging nuzzle. “It’ll be interesting . . . having a sister! Nice to meet you Vithali.”
“And . . .” he paused, hesitated and then spoke brokenly to Larka, and then he smiled his ever so infamous “Soliel’s up to something” smile. “It was simply a pleasure.”
Can’t say I wasn’t polite . . .
Then he landed on the warrior, the red fae, and grinned lopsidedly again.
“And you, Miss! I suppose I shall be in your company soon again, eh?” he nodded to her. “Take care now, Tripod!” He winked at her and knelt down, looking back to see if Crispin were about to take off too.
He was quite proud of the Tripod nick name – very creative he thought. And cute. He was on a roll; two nick names in one day! Too back Chicken already had one . . . Perhaps he could come up with a new one?
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Post by Heron on Jan 8, 2010 22:45:26 GMT -5
Heron sat quietly, intent on the scene unfolding in front of her. Larka seemed to have judged the poor Sasriel before he even had a chance to prove himself. He seemed a good, stout lad; and it was obvious how much he loved little Vithali. Heron felt some likeness to the fellow; he was leaving what he loved for something else he loved just as well... She could understand his pain partly at least. Vithali acted beautifully, a trooper in the face of change. She was confident, ready to face the world. The warrior admired the fae's absolute trust... She seemed so young. Her smile made Herons face respond, contorting into her lopsided grin.
Vithali was one of those rare personalities that was good to be around. In their short meeting she had unlocked a rusty door into Herons gruff heart, and was now dusting away at her fighter instincts. Heron knew that she would easily keep her promise to Crispin: she wouldn't let anything happen to this bright light.
Heron ducked her head, stretching her aching back in preparation for the haul home. She sighed in contentment as seemingly every joint in her back popped... Such a good feeling.
Well then Beta Larka... Let us be takin' off then," she turned to Vithali. "You too dearie. We'd best be gettin' you home an' off yer sore little paws." Heron trotted over to the little faes side, sliding herself under the white tip of Crispins wing and taking some of Vithali's weight. "We'll be takin' good care of her, do'na you worry there Crispy sir." Heron took a few cautious steps foreword, leading Vithali on their first few steps home.
And you, Miss! I suppose I shall be in your company soon again, eh? Take care now, Tripod!
Heron turned her head slowly, a fiery glint in her eyes promising trouble. Tripod? Did that rotten, arrogant little pup just call her Tripod? Catching Soliel's eyes she grinned... Well, grimaced really, showing all of her exceptionally sharp and battered teeth. Her smile held none of its previous warmth, and bore no real likeness at all to any lopsided grin she had ever presented. The sight of Heron's grin would catch anyone not prepared for it by suprise... Causing a gut-clenching moment of fear as a hint of madness shown out of the blue of her eyes.
"See yah, Soliel..."
((OOC: Heron is leaving this thread))
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Post by Crispin on Jan 9, 2010 11:26:10 GMT -5
Crispin smiled at both Larka and Heron, his uneasiness lessening. He grinned down at his mate, taken by her innocence. He pulled her close once more and nuzzled her. Oh, how he was going to miss her . . . He sighed as Heron came and took some of Vithali’s weight, watching the two of them carefully. His ears flicked over to his youngest brother. He had a point; they really did need to get going. Slowly, he removed his wing from around Vithali and folded it back against his back. He licked her cheek tenderly once more. Best make this as quick and painless as possible.
“Just remember Vithali, I’m only a howl away.” He pushed his nose through some of the fur on her neck. “And I’ll come to you in a moment’s notice if I must. I love you.”
He nodded politely to the two faes, unable to speak anymore. He slouched over to his brother who was waiting for him, shaking his head at his choice words for Heron. However, Crispin couldn’t help and turn and smirk at her; at least she seemed in good spirits about it. Turning away again, he took a long stride forward before bounding into the air, catching himself by his great wings. He circled once above them, catching a few stray glimpses before turning towards Sun Crest.
He hoped that Chicken had already made it there. If not . . . they’d have to search.
Please be there . . . he prayed . . .
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Post by Vithali on Jan 9, 2010 21:25:50 GMT -5
Vithali leaned against Heron awkwardly, looking over at Crispin and Soliel as they prepared to leave. Her ears seemed to droop and she fought back that the tears that threatened. She took a deep breath and forced a smile for him, wagging her tail slightly. She licked his face when he nuzzled her neck and tried to hide the sadness when coldness replaced the warm area he had been. She brought a large paw, wiping it over her muzzle to her hide her eyes for a second and pricked her ears as he left to stand by his brother. She realized then, that she had never seen him fly. She stepped back as he leapt into the air, catching himself by his great wings. She gasped slightly, her eyes growing large.
“Wow . . .” she finally said. “I wish I could fly!”
She watched him circle once and she called out with a short yip, wagging her tail. Everything was going to be okay, she thought. Things were looking up, feeling better. She grunted when she felt another kick in her stomach and she glared.
“I swear if you kick my kidney one more time . . .”
With a sigh, she looked at Heron and Larka expectantly. She was ready to finally see her new home after so many days or rather, years, of travel. She liked the scent of this place she was at, and the feel of the two wolves. And it was so neat that one only had three legs! She was simply never going to get over it . . . She was starting to feel better already and was anxious to see the heart of her new home and hopefully, in the coming months, see more and more of it. She couldn’t wait to sniff out every little bit of and discover all the secret wonders that the Moorland could offer . . . Without thinking twice, she began to forward at an awkward mix of waddling and trotting, her oversized paws dragging in the earth slightly. She stumbled once but was overall quite perky and ready to get home.
Home!
The mere thought of having a home again excited her and kept her awake. Her aches and joint pains forgotten, she stopped and looked back with a giggle.
“Sorry,” she muttered. “Uh . . . yeah . . . I dunno where I’m going . . .”
She backtracked and stood next to Heron, her ears perking up, only then reaching the bottom of Heron’s jaw.
“Ohhh . . .” she finally began. “I should tell you! I was traveling because this loner told me to find this pack which I think is yours and then I got lost and I ended up in this REALLY scary place and then this weird wolf came out of no where and he tried to kill me! And I don’t think he was a wolf but Crispin said he was and he had these reeeallly long white fangs and he was – naked! – ‘cept for this strip of fur on his back and he was all growly like this “RAWWRR”” at this point, she paused in their trek and made herself as big as possible, screwing her face to make her best “boar faced” Heus impression. “And that’s when Crispin and his brother’s saved me! And there was this other female too and then another Heus and I think they saved the black wolf because it sounded like they were keeping her hostage and . . .”
And so, as they would soon find, Vithali liked to make friends. And talk. And talk.
And talk.
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Post by Larka on Jan 10, 2010 12:47:54 GMT -5
Larka watched the males fly away on their great wings, wondering what it would be like to fly. She turned her head to Vithali and Heron, trotting over the the Fae's other side. She smiled slightly as she talked to her unborn pups.
"We're going that way, straight south untill we get to the woods...then we'll show you where to go. If you can walk without our help then Heron will bring up the back, you in the middle and I'll be in the lead. If not, then we'll stay as we are." she said, starting to walk forward.
She sighed as the little pregnant fae kept talking and talking and talking and talking. She threw Heron a look over Vithali's head as they walked, pausing when she slipped behind them.
Larka looked impatiently at Vithali, who had still not moved from the spot where she had drawn herself up, then up at the sky. The sun was sinking lower and lower and they hadn't even covered half the distance.
"Excuse me, Vithali. I'd really rather not travel in the dark, and I'm sure the others would LOVE to hear your story. So how about we get going and you finish your story once we get to the Densite, hm?" she asked, throwing Heron another glance.
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