Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake & Forests
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				Title: <strong>Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 03:38:54</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/WolflingWinter-SadghanLakeForest_Title.png)</div><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Dyr_Mountains_2.png)</div> <div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/Dyr_Mountains.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Sadghan Lake is the main water source of the Nadaecki. Despite the Long Winter, it has yet to freeze due to the heating vents beneath the lake. It's not quite a hot spring, being too large, but it serves as a source of water that most other packs lack. The lake is supplied by water from the nearby glacier and Son 'Tsaane Caves.<br><br>Surrounding forests are filled with wildlife drawn to the open lake. The nearby forests are the most prominent hunting grounds, but some hunts go longer range in an attempt to find larger kills. Several hunting stands, huts, and caves litter the landscape. Often these are used for their proper purpose of a hunting camp, but sometimes young beta pairs will run out there for "alone time." Usually the lands are patrolled by teams of betas, who move from hunting camp to hunting camp and remark the territory lines.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 06:52:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/fc4fc7d7-fbe3-4256-a1e3-296296c8cd2b.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nel'aen' Ahn Saa , a.k.a. L'aen (Lane)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><div style="text-align: left;">In the light of the day L'aen bundled up.&nbsp; Winter was a cold mistress and he liked to stay prepared.&nbsp; When his father had left him, he had inherited his hunting clothes along with a few garments he had made his mother, such was a bearskin jacket of sort to keep her warm, and it now did the job for him as well.&nbsp; L'ean left his family's shelter and headed out on what he had told Ts'ekolcak, his pack leader, was spiritual pilgrimage.&nbsp; He however had other plans.&nbsp; <br><br>He had left that morning and padded through the snow in soft pace until he reached a place where no one could see him, at which his pace quickened.&nbsp; He needed to get to the Nadaecki, he needed to warn them. He traveled, not knowing exactly where he was going but trusting the spirits to guide him with their invisible hands.&nbsp; </div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 07:18:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br><strong>Who:</strong> Open, Other pack members.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>Kon trudged on a bit, happy with his progress in his healing. He liked that he didn't have to wait long for his wounds to heal. He looked around him and the to the members of the pack he was with. He came to a stop and placed a hand under his cloak as if he was readying to throw it off of himself, he thought he heard something nearby and wanted to be ready to change.<br><br>He looked around again and relaxed a bit, hand moving to a more normal position as he straightened once more and started to move again slowly, trying to keep his own noises to a minimum as he did. He wasn't sure what to expect just yet but he wanted to be ready for anything. He found himself smirking a bit, how he loved to be on a hunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 08:41:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br><strong>Who:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forests near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><br><hr><br>Ts'itu trotted through the snow easily. She'd long since recovered from her exhaustion, mostly because her <em>daedze</em> had drugged her into a long sleep with some herbs. Snorting a little bit at the memory of waking groggily near noon the day before due to the concoction, she lengthened her strides and began to eat up more ground. Though she was in human form, she'd always been remarkably agile. It was her primary strength, since she lacked the sheer bulk of many of her warrior kin. Even in the snow she was light and quick, turning her movements into a sort of dance as she spun around trees and leapt over obstacles.<br><br>Kon and Astir, she knew, were somewhere behind her. Likely they'd catch up soon enough. For some reason, neither of the men ever seemed to be comfortable with the thought of her being either alone, or alone with the other. She couldn't imagine why. All things considered the two should have made quite good friends.<br><br>Ahead of her a hare darted from the brush. It was white, as all the hares had been for several years now. While most of her kin would have taken off after it, Ts'itu merely kept going on her original path. From childhood she'd always had a soft spot for the small creatures. It would have embarrassed her to admit it, but she found them almost unbearably cute for all that they were prey. She'd simply never had the heart to kill them or purposefully scare them. Besides, she preferred more challenging prey.<br><br>Realizing she could no longer hear Kon or Astir nearby, she paused. There were the usual noises of the forest: snow falling from the trees, the chatter of squirrels, birds, the distant chuff of a bear. She threw her head back and let out a single, short howl meant to mark her position and query where the others had gotten off to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 00:41:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/fc4fc7d7-fbe3-4256-a1e3-296296c8cd2b.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nel'aen' Ahn Saa , a.k.a. L'aen (Lane)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>L'aen made his way through the snow, down to the lakeside.&nbsp; He used his hand to cup the cool water and drink it, hearing the gentle movement of the animals among nature.&nbsp; He could almost feel the calm hum of the earth beneath his feet.&nbsp; <br><br>Softly he stood and the wind caught his hair, not chapping his skin, but chilling him.&nbsp; Suddenly, he heard a howl but it echoed throwing him off a bit.&nbsp; Either it was the howl of another shifter, or of a wild wolf.&nbsp; Throwing his small pack over his shoulder he looked for a nearby tree and began to see about climbing it for safety.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 05:12:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br><strong>Who:</strong> Open, Other pack members.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>Kon heard the howl and recognized it as Ts'itu and let a quick howl of his own to answer her and moved a more quickly, his large and thick frame almost frightening graceful as he closed the ground between he and his Alpha. Soon she came into view and he let a relieved huff as he moved toward her side a bit quickly. He looked around behind him, wondering when the others would come into view for them as well. He stopped near her but not overly close and gave her a bit of a smile.<br><br>"Well, it seems we have gotten a bit more seperated than we all intended. How are you feeling, Ts'itu?" He asked her in a bit of a gruff tone, though it held a certain softness. It always did with her, partly because of the respect due her title and partly due to what he felt for the woman with the title. It seemed rather obvious to everyone in the pack but her, he paid it as little mind as he could, with all he didn want with and of her, he always settled for being comfortably close.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 06:09:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong> L'aen, Kon, Ts'itu<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> Morning<br><hr><br><br>Astir was enjoying the freedom of the hunt. He always did. it was somewhat of a hobby seeing as some of his pelts he used to trade to the humans for other supplies for himself and for the pack. He was happy to share what he had with the pack, knowing they were stronger together than they were separated. On that note when Kon volunteered for the hunt he knew he would be going as well just to keep an eye on him. It wasn't just because of Ts'itu he was keeping an eye on kon but because the man didn't know his limits and might hurt himself with his wounds. <br><br>He was almost done doing a wide patrol when he caught a sent on the wind. The hair on the back of his neck rose and he knew it was the sent of an unfamiliar wolf. It was a sent that was fresh and possibly from someone still in the area. He took off after it soundlessly, unsheathing his dagger. There were not suppose to be strange wolves in these parts.<br><br>It took him nearly twenty minuets to cover the necessary ground but he finally pinned down his prey. The other came into his sight and he controlled his breath, stilling his body and clearing his mind, dropping into a practiced, calm, clarity of a battle hardened warrior. This wolf might have others with him. He suddenly heard Ts'itu's call. It was a mile off. He didn't answer her right away which would have told her something was up.<br><br>Silently, carefully and quickly he slipped behind the other wolf who was eying a tree. A strong arm wrapped it's self around the smaller wolf and the dagger was pressed to the other unfamiliar wolf's throat. He pressed his hard, strong body against the smaller wolf and snarled in his ear in a deathly serious tone, "Don't move or I'll spill your blood all over the snow." he paused keeping a good grip on the lad letting him settle into the thought of being at his mercy before he started his interrogation. "You will answer my questions. If you try to escape you die. If you try to yell for help you die. If you do anything I don't like you die. Say yes if you got it boy." he said and loosened up on his neck a little so he could speak.<br><br>Once he answered Astir gave a loud warning howl to Ts'itu before he started to really grill the boy. "Who are you? Why are you here? Are you alone?" he asked harshly. "Answer quickly and fully." He would keep the other here until Ts'itu arrived.<br><br><em>(edited upon request. Also added some more dialog.)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 12:36:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/fc4fc7d7-fbe3-4256-a1e3-296296c8cd2b.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nel'aen' Ahn Saa , a.k.a. L'aen (Lane)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>Silently, that was how he had moved.&nbsp; The man that had caught L'aen off guard. As a strong arm wrapped it's self around him and the dagger was pressed to his throat. L'aen gasped and swallowed, his throat teasing the sharp blade.&nbsp; Immediately he raised his hands as a show of surrender and kept his eyes forward.&nbsp; The man pressed his strong body against him and snarled in his ear , <em>"Don't move or I'll spill your blood all over the snow."</em> All L'aen could do was breathe, being at his captors mercy and command.&nbsp; The man spoke again, <em>"You will answer my questions. If you try to escape you die. If you try to yell for help you die. If you do anything I don't like you die. Say yes if you got it boy."</em> <br><br><strong>"Yes,"</strong> He spoke softly, his voice cracking under pressure.<br><br><em>"Who are you? Why are you here? Are you alone? Answer quickly and fully."</em> <br><br><strong>"Nel'aen' Ahn Saa is my name, and I am from a different pack.. I-I am on travel to warn the Nadaecki of said pack's plans.&nbsp; I am not here to cause trouble or harm."</strong> Softly his hands rested on the tree bark hoping the energies would soothe him in his tense situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 23:48:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br><strong>Who:</strong> Kon, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forests near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><br><hr><br>An answering howl came only moment after her own. She identified it easily enough as Kon, a light smile touching her lips at the sound. He would be headed toward her position, if she stayed in place long enough. Yet ever as the moments passed, there was nothing from Astir. It wasn't unusual for the others, particularly Son' Lahleli, to remain quiet on the hunt, Astir <em>always</em> answered. Smile slipping into a frown, she lifted her head to scent the air. Snow, animal musk, and a hint of Kon. No Astir.<br><br>Ts'itu rolled her shoulders and shook out her arms. It was time to track down her third. Kon could catch up. Yet even as she thought that, Kon came into the clearing. He came to a halt near her, a small smile on his lips. She listened with only half a mind as he asked after her welfare, though she noted that he said her name with a gentle gruffness that was unusual for him. That was enough to cause her to turn her head and face him fully, green eyes sparkling like flame. "I'm well enough, but I've a feeling Astir might not be."<br><br>As if to punctuate her statement, a warning howl that sounded about a mile off pierced the cold air. "Sounds like we've got company," she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. A wicked grin that promised blood lit her features. She always looked vaguely savage, but with such an expression she transformed into something absolutely feral. She yanked the simple deerskin dress she'd been wearing off in a single smooth motion and tossed it to the ground before kicking off her boots.<br><br>The transformation slammed through her until she was on all fours, tail wagging lightly and nose sniffing at the air. She picked up Astir's scent, along with an unfamiliar Tikaani one. She grabbed the boots and dress up in her jaws. It would be awkward to run this way, but she didn't much care. Her muscles bunched powerfully beneath her fur as she took off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 01:15:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong> L'aen, Kon, Ts'itu<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>It wasn't hard to hear the fear in the voice of his captive when he spoke for the first time. The submissive gesture of raised hands was a good sign. Good, it might make things easier. He didn't miss the slight stutter in the smaller wolf's voice as he spoke, his mind apparently trying to supply the information as quickly as it could. His response was not good enough for him though. Not nearly good enough.<br><br>"I asked you if you were alone, are you?!" he growled, pulling the cold steel ever so slightly causing it to bite into the other's flesh just enough to allow a few drops of blood to slide down Nel'aen's neck. "Don't play games with me boy." he snarled viciously in his ear. "What pack? What plans? And I'm the one who decides if your trouble or not." He barked brusquely. Astir's fierce devotion to his pack made him an excellent protector of it.<br><br>As Nel'aen gave his answer he took the opportunity to sniff him, inhaling his sent more deeply to try to gather more information. Actully he smelled really good to him. If they were in different circumstances then he might have wanted to have some fun with the lad. Suddenly as he became more in tune with nel'aen he sensed the other's contact with the tree and the energy passed between. he growled and pulled him back from the tree so he broke contact with it, while still keeping that dagger to his throat, pressed right on that main artery. All it would take would be one quick motion. He read into him a little more and his energy brushed against Nel'aen's. His suspicions were confirmed, the other was a Spirit Walker. However by getting that information off of him he had exposed himself to Nel'aen. In so doing Nel'aen would now know that he too was a Spirit Walker.<br><br>"Be still. I said don't try anything. That includes whatever you were just doing with the tree."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 07:32:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/fc4fc7d7-fbe3-4256-a1e3-296296c8cd2b.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nel'aen' Ahn Saa , a.k.a. L'aen (Lane)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><strong>"Alone... yes.. yes I am alone!"</strong> He started in a soft tone and got a bit louder as he felt the blade's small bite and he whimpered like he had when he was a pup.&nbsp; <br><br>Tears began to form and he had begun to reconsider his thought of doing a little good for the other pack, perhaps he should have left well enough alone and stayed where he had been, no matter how uncomfortable he felt with it.&nbsp; But no, he couldn't ignore the omens.&nbsp; <strong>"I am not playing games I swear.&nbsp; Uh.. Uh pack uh...Ghaltsel.. thats my old pack's name. "</strong>&nbsp; The stronger, bigger wolf snarled at him and he stayed in place, pinned against the tree and the wolf.&nbsp; <br><br>His chest heaved and paused as he was being sniffed, the wolfs own masculine musk catching in his nostrils, slightly making him curious, but the predicament he was under killed it.&nbsp; He looked at Astir wide-eyed before he was jerked from the tree and as they broke contact so had his comfort.&nbsp; He was on the edge of tears and afraid that because he wanted to help, it would cost him his life.&nbsp; Though if it did it was understandable and he would accept his fate no matter what it was.&nbsp; The knifes blade pushed against the fresh knick, teasing it as though it wanted to slice his flesh more and L'aen yelped. He felt as Astir's energy rubbed his own and knew immediately what he was, and that he knew what L'aen was.<br><br>L'aen swallowed as the dominant wolf spoke and he looked at him, immobile, but giving a gaze that told he understood and he just awaited his fate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 14:21:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Reia-SonLahleli_Posting01.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Son' Lahleli<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir, L'aen, Ts'itu, Kon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forest near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>It had taken some arguing with Danae, but Son' Lahleli had finally convinced the healer that she was well enough to join Ts'itu on the latest hunting expedition. The first rush of fresh air had filled her lungs and she'd let out a joyful laugh, something she would not have done had the others been around. They had surged off ahead of her, feet light and bodies swift as she held back, preferring to stay towards the rear of the group. As she ran, small prey scattered around her, hiding down in burrows or scurrying up trees. She frowned for a moment as she thought of the hare she had caught just two days ago, the meat having been stripped and cleaned yesterday and some of it used in a light stew, and decided she had more than enough for now.<br><br>From a distance she heard her Alpha's call and not a moment later Kon's answering one. She had lifted her head to give her own answer when she realized that Astir had not howled out his response. Son' Lahleli kept running but with faster, swifter movements, a deadlier intent to them.<br><br>A slight shift in the wind brought a new handful of scents with it, among them Astir and a strange wolf, just as his warning howl rose up. For a moment she flashed back to the wolf that had found his way into their village the night of the feast but then shook it off; but Tsaghani wasn't important, not at the moment, and she had to remain alert. With a brusque push against a felled tree, Son' Lahleli executed a sharp turn and headed towards Astir.<br><br>"...playing games...Ghaltsel...name..." Words drifted through the trees as she neared the two wolves, the voice young and unfamiliar. She'd heard about the Ghaltsel pack but didn't know much about them and wondered at what one of their wolves could be doing on Nadaecki pack lands.<br><br>"Be still. I said don't try anything. That includes whatever you were just doing with the tree."<br><br>The tableau that met Son' Lahleli when she finally slid to a crouching stop, body poised for a fight, brought her up cold, a fissure of fear slithering down her spine. Astir had a young wolf held tight against him, his arm around the blond's neck and knife held to his throat. "Astir, what is this? Who is that?" She didn't like the way he was holding the boy, nor did she like the trickle of blood making its way down the young wolf's neck, but she knew better than to question Astir and made sure to keep her voice light enough as she spoke.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 18:44:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong> L'aen, Kon, Ts'itu, Son' Lahleli<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>The rise in tone as Nel'aen answered a key question spoke of the panic within the boy but the whimper was one of placating submission. Astir walked a fine line as he pushed the other to answer his questions. He would know if Nel'aen lied but so far he seemed to be telling the truth and giving cooperation. When he heard another answer to a key question he thought on it. The Ghaltsel pack? They always caused trouble but they wouldn't dare try anything with the Nadaecki pack. What changed? he had to know.<br><br>Astir's sent was a slightly woody one, much like cedar with tones of spiciness overlaid by low, deep, mellow tones of musk like the scent of a warm summer night. he picked up the sharp sent of fear and that scent he had been trying to place clicked when he said he was from the Ghaltsel pack. It matched with the scents he smelled off of the boy from his camp he supposed.<br><br>He heard Nel'aen yelp and saw the unconditional surrender in the smaller wolf's eyes. It was wise of Nel'aen, he thought, not to comment on the fact that he was a sprit walker and yet apparently a hunter and warrior instead of an omega. It he supposed would strike another sprit walker as odd.<br><br>It was time to ease up on the boy or he was libel to get nothing but babbling. Just then Son showed up, sliding to a stop ready for a fight. Fear flashed in those dark eyes as she asked her questions. It was understandable, the reaction she gave seeing the other side of him. That side of him that was more beast than man. That side of him that had killed there own kind in the past to protect his pack and serve it's leader. He had done things he didn't like to talk about, especially with a woman. He didn't think she had ever seen the cold efficiency with which he operated when dealing with potential threats and enemy's outside the pack. It was frighting to see him this way but he served his purpose well and he was good at what he did.<br><br>"This is a young wolf from the Ghaltsel pack. His name is Nel'aen' Ahn Saa." he said simply. he knew it wasn't enough of an answer for her but he didn't answer to her. He shifted his grip on Nel'aen, keeping the dagger to his throat and placing a heavy hand on the boy's shoulder. "Kneel. hands behind your back. Slowly." he said as he pushed him to his knees firmly. Then without removing the blade from his throat he pulled Nel'aen's pack off his back and tossed it to Son.<br><br>"Look in that and tell me what's in it. Lay it all out on the ground." He knew Son needed something to do so she could process what she just saw. He was going to have the boy thoroughly searched and figured out before Ts'itu came. He wanted to give her a full report. While Son looked through Nel'aen's belongings he pulled a rope from his own pack. "Don't move. I can kill you in a second." he warned nel'aen as he removed the dagger from his throat and held it between his teeth, freeing his hands to tie Nel'aen's hands behind his back firmly. once that was done he licked the blade clean of it's blood. A few flashes of events came to him but they were in disorder and confused. He needed clarification.<br><br>He came around in front of the lad, now kneeling, bound in the snow. He did not sheath his dagger but he softened his approach slightly. He took Nel'aen's chin in a strong hand and lifted it so the boy looked him in the eyes. "Now, tell me about the plans of the Ghaltsel pack." his tone was less rough now but it was still firm. he let Nel'aen see the dagger to show him he still meant business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 00:25:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br><strong>Who:</strong> Open, Other pack members.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>Kon stripped as well and let his own turn slam through him as readied to go after the Alpha. He picked up his clothes in his large maw and ran hard after the howl that Astir had let up, sure he had a distaste for the man but they were in the same pack, he wasn't going to not do his part to help him out. He loved the feel of being a wolf and then as he got closer, he caught the smell of the other wolf and growled. He arrived soon at the place the were. <br><br>He dropped his clothes and walked near the man, he was a very large wolf so he knew that he was likely to imtimidate the man. He stopped a few feet away, panting and watching what went on with great interest, his snow white fur giving a bit of a glisten in the light that was all around them. He sat on his haunches, his massive form showing more clearly, he was nearing the size of a young tiger, much larger than any wolf you would see in nature and likely larger then most in any pack around. He looked at Astir for a moment and the looked at the prisoner again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 05:30:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir, L'aen, Kon, &amp; Son' Lahleli<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forests near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><br><hr><br>Snow went flying up before her as she skidded to a halt. Her ears perked as she heard the boy mention the Ghaltsel pack and she stalked toward the clearing's edge. There was Astir, already pinning the smaller wolf with a knife to his throat. Not to mention Son' Lahleli, crouched in the snow and clearly bracing for a fight. With whom it was not clear. Her two wolves conversed. Downwind as she was, she caught the scent of fear pouring off the young intruder. There was softness to the man, who seemed still more of a boy. Softness that wouldn't be seen in even a young warrior.<br><br>Son' Lahleli caught the boy's pack easily, and Astir knelt down next to the boy to begin interrogating him once more. There was something off about the scene, and finally with another bit of wind carrying the boy's scent, she realized what it was. Sunshine. The boy smelt of sunshine. <em>An omega.</em> Ts'itu growled low in her throat and spat out her clothing onto the ground.<br><br>The rumble of her growl continued even as she walked forward into the clearing, transforming as she went in a show of power and grace. She came to a stop before Astir and the newcomer, her green eyes cold. Her full lips pressed into a thin line as she took in the sight of blood trickling down the omega's neck, the fear still permeating the air. "Stand down, Astir," she said, turning her unflinching gaze to him.<br><br>Crunching snow and panting signaled Kon's approach, and she felt in the air as he came to a halt and sat. He'd stayed in wolf form, a good idea. Still she kept her gaze on Astir. She loved her third and trusted him, but sometimes he loved the pack too fiercely. The thought made her features soften, if only slightly. Her hand came out to settle on his hair before ruffling it briefly in a show of unspoken understanding. "Take Kon and secure the area. Make sure there are no others."<br><br>Trusting that her third would take the task and complete it, she dropped to a crouch before the boy. Though naked, the cold didn't yet bother her. Besides, she'd been told that she was more intimidating this way. "You've likely answered this already, little sunshine omega, but what's your name? And better, why have you traveled far from your pack?" Her voice was low and soothing, her expression as close as it ever came to kindness. Nonetheless, it would be impossible to miss the strength that corded her lean form or the power of her green eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 06:28:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/fc4fc7d7-fbe3-4256-a1e3-296296c8cd2b.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nel'aen' Ahn Saa , a.k.a. L'aen (Lane)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><em>Astir</em> That was his captors name.&nbsp; He heard it as the second one approached and called him by it.&nbsp; They exchanged a few looks and words about him and Astir pushed his heavy hand on L'aen's shoulder, keeping the metal against his skin.&nbsp; L'aen obeyed, his hands crossed at the wrist behind his back, he went down until he was on his knees in the snow.&nbsp; The large wolf took the pack off of him and threw it to the female, telling her to search its contents.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched as his belongings would hit the snow before his face fell, looking at the white ground with his blue eyes.&nbsp; He didn't move a muscle, as the man tied the rough rope around his wrists and was about to answer Astir's question, until he heard a rush of steps.&nbsp; Usually he would have looked to see who approached but he didn't he figured that this was it.&nbsp; Tears of fear streaked his eyes and had anyone sensed his aura they would seem a bit warm, his whole body stayed warm, even as a child.&nbsp; <br><br>A female.&nbsp; With a strong voice, signifying she was higher than the previous two wolves, spoke.&nbsp; She told the male wolf captor known as Astir to stand down and after he had left, she knelt by him.&nbsp; Yet another wolf had approached, Astir being told to go with him.&nbsp; The movement directly near him caused him to turn his head slowly toward it, then look back at the snow.&nbsp; <br><br>Meekly he answered the female in hushed and nearly exhausted tones.&nbsp; <strong>"My name...is Nel'aen', Nel'aen' Ahn Saa.&nbsp; I have traveled from my pack, the Ghaltsel, to give a warning to the Nadaecki Tribe.... and to escape them, under the ruse of a spiritual journey.&nbsp; I have been getting omens, as well as hearing talk about the Ghaltsel tribe planning something against the Nadaecki.... I don't know if the bad omens and the plans are connected... but I came to do what felt right.&nbsp; I am at peace with my fate now."</strong>&nbsp; He said holding himself in a high regard as he bowed his head to the pack leader.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 08:16:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br><strong>Who:</strong> L'aen, Son' Lahleli, Astir, &amp; Kon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forests near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><br><hr><br>Ts'itu reached out and tipped the boy's head up with a finger beneath his chin. Another growl rumbled in her chest at the sight of his tears, but she restrained it. She had a feeling that to growl at him would only make him more afraid. Though he must have been outside for days, his skin was still warm beneath her fingers. "It'll be alright, calm, little sun," she said in a soothing voice. Something about him was so fragile seeming, as if he were held together only by sheer force of will.<br><br>However she might have felt, her mood darkened immensely at his words. More omens. Yet it was not his fault. He'd come to warn them. There was no skip in his heart nor spike in his scent to show a lie, and he was clearly far too exhausted to even try to disguise his feelings. The omega bowed his head as he finished speaking.<br><br>"The Nadaecki are grateful for your sacrifice," she said in the same tone as before. "You are brave, little sun. We would grant you asylum, if you would take it." With that she smiled at him and moved around him slowly, her hands gliding over him to his bound wrists. Her nimble fingers made quick work of his bonds, and soon she had a length of rope coiled in her hands. She stood easily and tossed the rope toward Son' Lahleli. "Put that in his pack, would you?"<br><br>Once more she looked down at him, green eyes infinitely kind in her fierce face as she reached down to help him up. "Come, little sun. I dare say you're tired and hungry and very cold."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 03:59:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong> Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Alpha House<br><strong>When: </strong> Evening<br><hr><br>Astir was keenly aware that the boy was an omega, the spirits whispered but kept there distance. They called Nel'aen little sun in the whisperings and they spoke his own name as well, Dark moon. They spoke of conflict of blood in the snow.<br><br>He focused on Nel'aen through the chatter. Those eyes the boy had were quite striking even if they were brimming with tears. He heard more than saw Kon approach. The large wolf panting. He sensed his eyes on him but he didn't look away from those striking and innocent eyes. Yes, that was it the boy was innocent and not a threat. The long look into the others eyes was broken by his alpha's approach.<br><br>A low rumbling growl he knew well caught his attention and he looked at Ts'itu, watching as she changed into her human form. She was a feral thing of grace and beauty. A creature of the deep forests and wild places of the world. It was true such power and grace was only enhanced by her lack of clothing for to be in such a state was freedom it's self, shifting fluidly from wolf to man and back again.<br><br>He gave her his full attention and when she ordered him to stand down there was no hesitation whatsoever as he slid his dagger back into it's sheath as soon as she had uttered the command. The day she became alpha she became more than just the dearest friend he had ever had. She became someone who commanded his loyalty, trust and absolute obedience. From that day on he laid his life on the line for her and became her shield and her sword. As her third this was his duty.<br><br>He didn't move under his alpha's hard, Resolute, gaze returning it with his own steady one. It was not a challenge but a look of alert readiness for the next command. The unspoken passed between them. They had, had this conversation way too many times. It was true he loved the pack too fiercely, what was his strength was also his weakness. It was his one and only true pack. The slow death of his mother and the slaying of his father left a deep hole in his heart that was filled with a need to protect the ones he loved. He did so at all costs. The hand in his ebony locks was reassuring. She was able to pull a small smirk from his lips as she ruffled his hair, understanding him like no one else seemed to. He had been on one knee and he rose up when she gave the order to take Kon and secure the area.<br><br>Stripping off his clothes in a practiced, quick manor he dumped them and his pack by a tree, standing naked in the afternoon light as he turned and made his way over to kon, slipping fluidly into his wolf form as he did so. Jet black hair shown a deep blue black in the light and sharp golden eyes scrutinized his snow covered world. He was smaller than Kon but he would have been larger than most of his kind as he was larger than a great dane but had the muscle mass to complement the size. He was still a little sore at kon from last night but now was no time to be at odds with the man. Kon was part of his pack too and even though he drove him up a wall at times he would still run beside him and protect him like any of the others of his pack.<br><br>He ran a bit ahead of kon sense his smaller frame allowed him to move much faster. He scented the air and leaped over logs and dashed through snow, alert for any trouble. They didn't encounter any until they were nearly done searching the area...<br><br>Astir was just about finished when the wind shifted and he caught a faint scent of not one but several wolves. He was just about to warn Kon when a twig snapped and two huge wolves lunged out at him from opposite sides. Kon had forewarning of the attack as it happened first to Astir. Fangs sank deeply into his shoulder as one of them bit into him and the other only managed to grab scruff. Together they weighed him down and he lashed out at them with furious, vicious snarls. A movement in the tree above them caught his eye and he saw a third wolf in human form, an arrow locked on him. With an effort he pulled himself free of the wolves, tearing his shoulder in the process but managing to make the archer miss his mark as the arrow embedded it's self into the ground where his heart had been.<br><br>Kon had his own problems as three wolves in wolf form attacked him in a similar way only instead of an archer kon had to deal with a man with a shield and a long sword who was closing the gap rapidly. They must have been trying to track down the young omega.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 04:12:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br><strong>Who:</strong> Open, Other pack members.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>Kon dropped his clothes and took off after Astir, he was on edge, his fur stood almost on end as he moved, he didn't know why he felt such dread but he hated it and he looked forward at Astir, letting a small growl for him to wait up and then it was to late, they had been sat upon. Kon, let a deep growl, this one much more threatening as he backed up a bit and launched to the side as one wolf lunged at him. He slammed his body into the smallest of the three, knocking him away as he let his paws hit the ground again he went to move forward, another lunged at him, teeth catching his shoulder and tearing the flesh, leaving a wake of crimson to mar beautiful white fur.<br><br>He let a pained noise but pushed on, moving in a half circle as he lunged at one, the one that had tried to take him first, his massive body taking the wolf down as he ripped his throat out. He went to stand but the other two rammed into him at full speed and knocked him off of his feet, he struggled to stand again and just managed to move as the swordsman struck, cutting him on the back instead of ending his life. Kon moved away again, trying to make an opening to take another down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 04:46:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong> Open, Kon, NPC bad guys<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>Astir scrambled back, hearing kon's pained yelp, seeing the swordsman advancing on kon. He managed to dance out of the way of the two wolves chasing after him, double back and lunge at the man, his powerful jaws closing on the sword arm, feeling his teeth hit bone as he dragged the man off his feet. he let go of the man's arm as one of the wolves crashed into him again but he was ready and in one flash of his teeth he ripped open it's throat. he didn't stop to watch the blood gush over him and the snow but quickly leapt at a wolf that had lunged again at kon tearing into it's shoulder as he missed the neck. It successfully put himself between kon and the five wolves two of which were in human form.<br><br>bristling from head to toe he let out a chilling growl before two wolves attacked him and he was doing his best to keep kon from getting mauled. His speed was an advantage. the sound of bone crunching and a horrid shriek pierced the air as astir bit down on the foreleg of another wolf. he didn't feel the pain he was in right now. everything was red. everything was red hot battle frenzy and pain was just a color that washed his world in different tones. How dare they! he grappled with a wolf as the swordsman approached having switched hands and was trying to edge his way around to kon. Astir just about had the other wolf when he felt his left hind leg buckle and shooting, penetrating pain cut through him. The archer must have managed to hit him. he locked his jaws on the wolf's neck and the other locked onto his neck as well as they grappled in the snow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 09:07:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br><strong>Who:</strong> Open, Astir, Baddies....<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>Kon ran at the swordsman, knocking into him at full speed to knock him off of his feet and onto his back as the slash the man tried tore into Kon's shoulder, hampering his right foreleg a bit. Kon closed his jaws on the man's throat and then ripped it out as he turned and ran with all he had back to Astir, knocking a wolf away from him as he let a fearsome growl and slowed to a stop in a bit of trees. The area would make it hard for a shot from the archer.<br><br>He looked at the three wolves near him and started to circle slowly, trying to keep moving to make a shot from the archer impossible as well as keeping the three on him and off of Astir. He growled and looked at the three, lashing out with his jaws at any that got to close, he couldn't take all three at once but he could likely take two if Astir could take one more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 15:52:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; kon, open, npc bad guys<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>Red hot battle fury pulsed through him with every shock of pain. Struggling to make his left rear leg bear weight blood ran into the snow in thick, hot globs, dripping off the shaft of the arrow, it's head buried deep. The other wolf's jaws squeezed a little tighter on his throat and he snarled and did the same, panting into thick fur as his teeth tried to sink in past flesh. Just then Kon knocked the wolf off him but the wolf didn't let go right away and the force of the impact dragged him along with it. Pain shot up his leg bone deep as he slid into a bramble thicket and the shaft of the arrow splintered to pieces. He wasn't feeling the full effect of the pain through the adrenaline that surged through his system.<br><br>The three wolves were closing on Kon and the archer was trying to get a shot at either one of them. A tree was the only cover offered between himself and kon and it wasn't a particularly good shield being small and scraggly. he got his feet under him and he felt hot blood trickle down his leg and he gave his last burst of speed as he bounded across the open area an arrow from the archer whizzed by his head as he ducked low and then threw himself at one of the wolves, sinking teeth into flesh and tearing as the two of them went sprawling.<br><br>The fight was over in moments after that and the archer had disappeared. They most likely wouldn't be able to catch him seeing the state they were in. He shook himself, spraying blood both of his own and the enemy's into the bloody snow around them. The first thing he did was limp over to kon to see if he was alright. he inspected his wounds and licked kon's shoulder wound, soothing the pain of it for him before he stopped and turned to head back to the others. The adrenaline wore thin and then bottomed out and with it the pain of his open shoulder and the arrow in his leg washed over him. the cold bit into his open flesh cruelly and he stopped once or twice to lick at them before continuing. He didn't say anything, though he could have but he let Kon know that he had done well by that lick earlier.<br><br>It seemed like hours before they got back but it couldn't have been. The two of them walked up smelling like blood. Astir wasn't bearing any weight on his leg and his shoulder burned and bled. He took himself to lay down over by a tree and licked at his wounds. The shaft of the arrow was splintered under his skin and there was no pulling it out, not here anyway.<br><br>'we were ambushed. They set a trap. They were from the Ghaltsel pack.' It was spoken mind to mind but it wasn't words really. More like images and feelings that got accost the general idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2013, 06:59:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/fc4fc7d7-fbe3-4256-a1e3-296296c8cd2b.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nel'aen' Ahn Saa , a.k.a. L'aen (Lane)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>As Ts'itu tipped his head up, L'aen could sense a growl in her chest.&nbsp; He didn't know why and hoped he hadn't angered her or her pack.&nbsp; Had he been in wolf form his ears would tuck back.&nbsp; She spoke in a soothing tone to him as though she knew something. <br><br>Her features seemed to darken as he continued about the omens and it made the words fall hushedly from his lips. He'd come to warn them. He would accept any consequences that followed, but he hoped they would be positive..<br><br><strong>"Thank you.&nbsp; I only wanted to do what I felt was right.&nbsp; Thank you asylum... I need to rid myself of the disgrace of the Ghaltsel pack.&nbsp; I had decided to move as a solitary being after first warning you."</strong> Her glided nimbly over his rope bindings and he felt as his hands were freed, falling beside him.&nbsp; The female leader stood with the bindings and tossed them to the other female to put them in his pack and he looked at her, standing as she helped him up.&nbsp; Before he could reply about his hunger and the like, the one who had captured him came pack, the copper smell of his blood reaching L'aen's nose.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Oh my.&nbsp; Are you okay?&nbsp; Can I help?&nbsp; I may have some extra cloth in my bag to clean you up with and maybe stop the bleeding... </strong>&nbsp; He wanted to seem helpful, unknowing. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 05:52:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br><strong>Who:</strong> L'aen, Son' Lahleli, Astir, &amp; Kon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forests near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><br><hr><br>Ts'itu couldn't help wondering at the submissiveness that Nel'aen displayed. While some might characterize the omegas as being lesser or weak for their lack of warrior training, she'd never before met an omega who didn't boldly meet her eye. They were speakers for the spirits, knowing of things that even a blooded alpha couldn't imagine, and no matter their physical might they tended to know their own power. She tilted her head slightly and watched him speak, noting that it was perhaps not lack of power that made him behave so submissively but an inclination of spirit. And certainly, abandoning his tribe showed a courage that shouldn't be dismissed.<br><br>"Then I am glad we could save you from that fate," she said. Being a lone wolf in the Dyr was hard and dangerous, even for an experienced beta. It was likely that despite his connection to the spirits, he would have perished in the Long Winter.<br><br>As she waited for him to take her hand that she might pull him to his feet, she froze at the feeling of innate wrongness that gnawed at her spine. The feeling only intensified until the smell of blood finally came to her nose. Her nails lengthened instantly into claws as she snarled. It didn't take long for Astir and Kon, both still in their wolf form, to limp into the clearing. The sight was enough to make her want to howl, but she forced back the urge with an iron will. Now was not the time to let her wolf get the better of her. Her betas were injured, there was a strange omega in her care, and Son' Lahleli's stoicism was great but she would still look to Ts'itu for direction in this crisis.<br><br>She hissed in a breath through her teeth. Claws retreated and the wolf retreated, though it snarled vengeance all the way down. Looking down once more at Nel'aen, who seemed shaken but wished to be helpful, she nodded shortly. "Bind up their wounds. Don't fret with neatness, only make sure it will staunch the bleeding and stay on for a run." Turning to her betas, she said in a voice that was even more gentle than what she'd used on Nel'aen, "Kon, I need you to turn back and give me a report. Astir, stay as you are." The metal tang of the arrowhead within his wound was enough to turn her stomach. If he were to shift it might cause even more damage, something she could not risk when they were still miles from Danae's competent hands.<br><br>Finally she went to Son' Lahleli. Reaching out, she gripped the other woman's shoulder and leant in close. "I'm going to have to carry Astir. You will bring up the rear. If the omega tries anything untoward, though I doubt he will, you must take him out. If any escaped from the skirmish they may come back. Be alert."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 17:42:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Reia-SonLahleli_Posting01.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Son' Lahleli<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ts'itu, L'aen, Astir, Kon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forest near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><strong>Warning: </strong> Blood; Various injuries; Tearing out of throat, with <em>teeth</em>.<br><hr><br>When Astir threw the young wolf's pack at Son' Lahleli, she caught it easily and searched through it, keeping one eye on the pair the whole time. There was nothing of consequence inside the pack so she neatly put everything back inside and settled the bag across her shoulders. As Ts'itu arrived, something inside of Son' Lahleli relaxed and she felt more at ease knowing her Alpha was there in case anything went wrong.<br><br>She stayed alert, barely glancing at Astir and Kon when they were sent off, a further point of stress finally being dispatched. The way Astir had handled the boy had set Son' Lahleli on edge and she wished she could have had the authority to have done something about it.<br><br>"You've likely answered this already, little sunshine omega, but what's your name?" An Omega, a young one, and very far from his home; that alone was strange enough but then the boy started to talk and a growl built up in Son' Lahleli's throat. Threats. Directed to her pack, to her Alpha, and she forced herself to listen before giving in to instinct and attacking. She could almost feel Ts'itu's anger, a palpable scent growing in the air that sent shivers down Son' Lahleli's back.<br><br>The rope that had been tied around the boy's hands landed at her feet, snapping her out of the growing red haze of anger, and she picked it up, reaching back and slipping it into the pack. Her senses were so tuned into the world around her that at the moment Ts'itu froze, Son' Lahleli tensed up, crouching back down close to the ground. Something was wrong, the low snarl Ts'itu let out had her hackles rising and she had to force back the change, knowing that sometimes it was better to stay in her human form. Time seemed to slow as they waited, a snapping branch had her twisting around but she immediately recognized her fellow wolves, both wounded and bleeding, as they limped their way back towards them.<br><br>Son' Lahleli moved out of their way and looked towards Ts'itu, her eyes letting the Alpha know she was waiting for orders. "Bind up their wounds. Don't fret with neatness, only make sure it will staunch the bleeding and stay on for a run." The words were directed toward the Omega boy and Son' Lahleli took off his pack and tossed it towards him, stepping closer to Ts'itu as she did so. The tight grip at her shoulder helped her center her anger and she tilted her head to the side to take in her Alpha's orders. "I'm going to have to carry Astir. You will bring up the rear. If the omega tries anything untoward, though I doubt he will, you must take him out. If any escaped from the skirmish they may come back. Be alert."<br><br>With a nod she stepped back and watched the forest around them, waiting as Ts'itu took Astir and Kon gave his report. They set off almost immediately, their instincts telling them to head for safety and protection. Son' Lahleli made sure to keep far back, her eyes on the young wolf walking with her pack mates ahead of her, and her other senses turned to the sounds of the wilderness.<br><br>They were closing in on the village when the unmistakable crunch of snow came from her left and she froze in place, turning as slowly as possible and using the well-worn track, and the therefore slushy snow, to somewhat mask her movements. Narrowing her eyes, she let some of her wolf take over, senses going into overdrive as she made her way closer to the tree line on the edge of the path.<br><br>A sharp whistle and then a burning pain in her shoulder, quickly followed by another hot point in her thigh, had Son' Lahleli growling out a loud warning for Ts'itu before she rushed to the trees. A blur of movement and she spotted the archer, a smaller nimble human that was jumping from one sturdy tree limb to another, quickly making his way towards Ts'itu. So focused on her hunt that she didn't notice the small indent in the snow and when she stepped on the patch, her foot went straight down and twisted on itself as her body kept going forward.<br><br>With another growl she forced herself back up and kept running, ignoring the sharp jolting bolts of pain shooting up her previously uninjured leg. The fall had slowed her somewhat, but even so she managed to catch up to the archer and with sheer force of will sped up and leapt, catching him mid-air with her claws, both of them crashing down onto the ground. Son' Lahleli rolled for a bit and when she stopped she pushed herself up, one knee on the ground, other leg up. The sound of slowly approaching footsteps made her pause and she looked to the left to see the archer, bruised and bleeding from a gash at his side, pointing another arrow at her, this one aimed at her head.<br><br>"You'll rot, Nadaecki, just like all of your pack will as well." His arm pulled back and Son' Lahleli knew that if the arrow loosened, it would end her life in mere seconds. Snarling and pushing past the growing pain she leapt towards him just as he released his arrow. This time she was able to use her strength to take him down properly and was soon holding the struggling man down. <br><br>Son' Lahleli leaned down into his face and let him see her golden eyes, teeth elongated in her mouth. When she spoke, her voice was deep, a rumbling anger laced through the slight lisp her canines gave her. "Your people have no idea what they're up against. The Nadaecki are stronger than you could ever imagine. Your pack <em>will</em> pay."<br><br>He laughed and spat blood in her face, his features twisted in an ugly rigorous expression. No longer inclined to keep him around, Son' Lahleli bent down and clamped her teeth at his throat, ripping it out in one swift jerk of her head. She spit out the meat and climbed off the man, hot blood dripping down her neck and her injured arm hanging limply at her side. Once assured he was dead she stumbled back and turned around, her fumbling feet taking her out of the trees and into the path.<br><br>Ahead she could see Ts'itu but she couldn't tell how far her Alpha was or if she was moving away or towards Son' Lahleli. She blinked once, twice, before realizing that it wasn't helping to clear the blurriness in her vision. Opening her mouth to call out she instead coughed up blood, this time her own. Confused she glanced down and saw the third arrow sticking out of her stomach, her simple hunting tunic stained with blood, the harsh red mark around the wound growing as she stared, stupefied, at the injury.<br><br>The next step had her faltering and Son' Lahleli fell to one knee, a small rock tearing through her leggings and into her skin, before listing to one side. Cold snow shocked her as she crashed into a deep bank on the side, the feeling a harsh relief to all the burning points of injury on her body. From far away she could hear shouts, maybe howls, and she gave a weak one of her own, calling to her pack for help.<br><br>Thick forest trees towered over her and things seemed to spin as she fumbled a hand to the wound on her stomach, hissing in a breath when she pressed against it to try and hold back blood. It was unlikely that she would die, but all the same Son' Lahleli found herself thinking about who would watch out for her Scele, her Tudi Ggaay. She was all he'd had in life and she hated the thought of leaving him alone.<br><br>Darkness finally started to haze in and as the world started to slip from her Son' Lahleli found herself wishing for Tsaghani's rich voice, her memory of meeting him carrying her over into unconsciousness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 22:38:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br><strong>Who:</strong> People of the pack and the new guy<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>Kon let a gruff noise and shifted to his normal form, standing slowly as he did. He went to his clothes and pulled them on once more. "Not much to say, we were ambushed, the pack he is from. We took them on and here we are. Wounded and weak." He said to her and then looked away, body racked with a bit of pain as he finished getting dressed again. He started to walk with the rest of them, only slightly noticing as Son'Lahleli slipped off away from them. He sighed and looked toward Ts'itu, a strange feeling welling up in him at being near her. He remembered a detail and decided to share it. "One may have gotten away, I am unsure." He said to her and looked around, he could smell something, blood. He let a soft growl and then looked around for a moment. He found the way it was coming from and went off to look without a word. <br><br>Soon he could see Son'Lahleli on the ground, he let a growl and went to her side, he knelt and felt her neck. Her heart still had life. He let a relieved breath as he picked her up gently in his arms, holding her still as he began to carry her to the village slowly. He didn't remove the arrow for fear of hurting her or having her bleed out of the wound, he was thankful that they were close, he didn't have the strength to carry her a great distance but he knew that he could make it back to the village. He had too, he wasn't going to let anyone in his pack die while he was still alive. <br><br>He moved slowly, coming nearer the village with every step. He let a sigh of relief and looked at her. "Almost there, hold on, damn you, don't you think of dying." He said in a growl and then looked around as he neared the village more, his eyes searching for someone, anyone. "HELP!" He yelled, his voice booming from him as he went to a knee with the woman in his arms, wating on someone to appear to help her, he no longer could. He laid her on the ground gently and fell to his side, his breathing shallow and his sight hazy. He had skipped any first aid when he smelled the blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 02:20:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; kon, Ts'itu, Son' Lahleli, open, npc bad guys<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>The arrow head was lodged deep, having glanced off bone. It was a hell of a shot and most likely was meant for his heart. The wooden shaft was broken and splintered, soaked in blood. There was a high chance of infection from the wooden shards if they were not removed soon, and in there entirety. However like the head of the arrow it's self it would take some time and digging to extract all of the broken splinters. This operation called for the hand of a skilled surgeon who was methodical and precise. His shoulder wound was also very bad and messy. It would not be possible to stitch layers of tissue back together neatly like you would a wound from a sword. It would have to be wrapped and treated daily for some time. The risk of infection and tissue death due to lack of blood supply from the swelling would have to be monitored closely. Needless to say he was in rough shape.<br><br>Astir couldn't smell anything but blood. His own and the blood of his enemy that still stained his muzzle with dark crimson. The look of Ts'itu's face, the pain there was worse than anything. She had sent him into harms way and he had done his job. He usually didn't pay such a high price for it, but when he did get himself into a jam it tended to be fairly bad when it did happen. He licked at his wounded shoulder as she told him to stay in wolf form. He, of course had no intention of shifting. it would only complicate things. He didn't think she got his message. She was nearly a brick wall in that regard so he wasn't surprised.<br><br>When L'aen approached him he snarled, barring teeth. He was not a tame wolf and when he was like this he was dangerous. More beast than man. He didn't want anyone to touch him. Returning to licking, it soothed the pain that bathed his senses. How dare the Ghaltsel pack over step there bounds! How dare they attack them! All for what? This boy, this gentle, soft spoken boy. A boy he was starting to like despite himself. Yes he liked him even though he was a sprit walker, even though he was from the Ghaltsel pack. He had been growling, a low rumble in his throat. Slowly it became softer and softer until it died out all together. Golden eyes fixed upon L'aen.<br><br>'Bind them tightly.' he said mind to mind to L'aen, giving thoughts of the right amount of pressure that would be required to stanch the blood flow. Then he looked away from him giving him permission to touch him. He was a difficult patient at the best of times. It wasn't every day he allowed his wounds to be treated with such little fuss. Normally he did his own doctoring for minor wounds.<br><br>His ear twitched as he caught the comment Ts'itu made to Son'Lahleli about carrying him. Was she mad?! He had to weigh at least 250 pounds if not more. Kon could most likely handle that sort of load but he was hurt too and he wasn't going to allow that. Besides he was too proud to allow himself to be carried. Unless he was on the edge of death he wouldn't let anyone carry him if it was within his power to refuse. It was too humiliating. Being injured was bad enough but to be carried back into the village was more than he could bear.<br><br>He snarled and growled through the process of binding his wounds but he managed to keep still and not bite L'aen. When the boy was done he looked at him again, satisfied with the work he had done and gave his cheek a brief lick before he got to his feet stiffly, pain making his vision swim for a moment before he steadied himself and started for home. He just snarled at Ts'itu if she tried to get him to be carried. It was true he was a stubborn creature and his pride as a warrior wouldn't let him debase himself further by being carried. Not when his pride already stung from taking such a beating and having been surprised by them too.<br><br>The cold had seeped into his muscles and It made for painful, stiff walking until they warmed again. He knew it was a sign that he had lost a bit more blood than he thought. He didn't put his left hind leg down which meant he was forced to use his torn shoulder. The snow was an annoyance as it slowed him and drained his energy but he persisted, keeping a good pace despite the way he was hurt. It wasn't like he hadn't had to do this before. he knew how to handle himself and he stopped when he needed to and pushed on when he thought he was ready.<br><br>He looked back a few times but could not see Son'Lahleli, not until the last time he looked and he could see her far away and then she fell. he couldn't scent her as the wind was in the wrong direction and he turned around, concerned for a moment before he saw Kon pick her up. She must be injured. He quickly assessed the situation and determined there was not much he could do. It would be counter productive of him to go back. However if he made it to the village first perhaps he could raise the alarm and get help to Son and Kon faster. He looked up at Ts'itu a moment before he turned and started heading for the village. It was her choice what she wanted to do and he only had so much strength left before his body wouldn't take the strain any more. He wanted to help her but he knew he couldn't and this came from years of experience in different battles. You had to choose and the choices were not easy ones to make.<br><br>When he finally got to the hill top overlooking the village he let out a long, loud alarm howl before he carefully made his way down the hill. This way the others would be ready to help when Kon and Son came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 04:52:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/fc4fc7d7-fbe3-4256-a1e3-296296c8cd2b.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nel'aen' Ahn Saa , a.k.a. L'aen (Lane)<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir, Kon, Son, Ts'itu, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>L'aen took his pack to Astir as it seemed The female and Large male decidedly headed out.&nbsp; Gently he knelt by Astir, and took a look at the Wolf's wounds.&nbsp; He was used to the copper smell thanks to his hunter father, other villagers, and his mother helping when she could.&nbsp; The wolf snarled and bared his teeth at L'aen and he stopped, giving a look of concern, but sternness as his mother would have.&nbsp; When getting the unspoken permission to touch the wolf, he sat his pack down on his lap, examining the wounds.&nbsp; He hoped they had a skilled member to remove the arrow from the wolf's shoulder.<br><br>He heard the wolf speak in his thoughts and he knew his ties to the Ghaltsel pack were waning.&nbsp; He gave a nod and spoke his own response. '<em>I need to snap the bigger part of this arrow length off.&nbsp; It may hurt but I will try to be easy.."</em>'&nbsp; Softly he put a hand against the wolfs leg, the arrow shaft going between his thumb and index finger and he gripped it softly so it didn't put too much pressure on it, but he could grip it.&nbsp; He had seen his mother do this countless times and knew if he paused then it could hurt the man beneath the wolf.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and snapped the larger part of the shaft, all of the pressure set on it rather than the tip, the man would have barely felt it shift, if he felt anything other than the lightening of the load.&nbsp; <br><br>Okay, one step down.. he thought.&nbsp; He had brought with him strips of cloth for warmth, or bandaging and it seemed the use was for the latter of the two.&nbsp; He gently touched the underside of the Wolf Astir's muscles and got a look at the sinews, He cautiously but firmly wrapped them, missing the inch and a half of shaft sticking from the flesh, but wrapping around it to prevent blood loss.&nbsp; A knife.&nbsp; He knew he had forgotten something.&nbsp; He gave a look to the wolf as reassurance he wasn't doing anything unwelcome and softly let his heat ripple through his veins.&nbsp; He had to be aware of every aspect of his change, so that it didn't happen spur of the moment in front of dignitaries, so he had examined it in stages as his mother taught him.&nbsp; <br><br>At first, his hair seemed to grow a few inches, then his nails formed elongated claws and his jaw and cheekbones became more pronounced and elongated as his teeth lengthened and sharpened.&nbsp; That is where he stopped it.&nbsp; He picked up the bandage, about 11 inches from where it was still wrapped and held it in one hand between two fingers, while cutting it with his claw before allowing his more wolf-like features to return to the safe quiet young man as before.&nbsp; He finished wrapping and tucked the bandages neatly in place, then bandaged the bites on his shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"That should keep the crimson at bay."</strong> He said after his patient had finished his growling and snarling.&nbsp; &nbsp;He got to his feet, and L'aen turned to Ts'itu, following them as they trekked through the snow in various forms but staying in his own.&nbsp; <br><br>The other two had vanished and there was the copper smell again, accompanied by a howl.&nbsp; L'aen stayed near the pack's leader up until they got closer to the village and he could see the woman's features in the snow, along with the larger wolf.&nbsp; He wanted to help but any movements could be considered a threat, and his meekness simply couldn't allow the action.&nbsp; All of this because he had wanted to warn them of an omen.&nbsp; Undoubtedly the rival pack would now know of his betrayal or be looking for him, likely with a price for his head.&nbsp; he hung his head low keeping his gaze on the other's feet as the walked to the village and maybe he would have some time to think and be alone with his prayers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 07:12:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br><strong>Who:</strong> L'aen, Son' Lahleli, Astir, &amp; Kon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forests near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><br><hr><br>It was clear that Kon was still uneasy with her, and she felt briefly for his emotional pain. Nonetheless she focused herself upon the real problem of the moment. Her betas had been ambushed well within their own territory by the Ghaltsel pack, Astir was badly wounded and Kon was nearly as bad. As he finished his report, she nodded sharply. "Understood. Get ready, we'll be moving out soon." Knowing that Son' Lahleli and Kon would be ready within minutes, she walked over to where L'aen had begun to tend Astir.<br><br>She could tell instantly that though Astir was allowing himself to be tended to, his pride would likely cause issue soon enough. It wouldn't matter that limping the many miles back to camp would undoubtedly make his healing time more extensive if not worse. Unsurprisingly, the moment L'aen declared his work finished, Astir was clambering to his feet and heading unsteadily toward the path that would lead them all back to the village. Ts'itu stepped for him, intending to sling her packmate up onto her shoulders as one might carry a deer, only to have him snarl warning at her. She snarled back, lips pulling back and fangs lengthening. "You will lame yourself for pride," she growled. But even she knew that she could not force him to stay still upon her shoulders, nor hold him there through sheer strength if he were to struggle. Her green eyes flashed with wolven ire as she continued. "Fine then. I will hear no complaints when you are trapped within the village for weeks on end for your stupidity."<br><br>Though she was hiding it with anger and stoicism, worry flooded her entire being. So much was going wrong so quickly. She'd brought the pack to more than survival, and now that was crumbling away with each new blow. Ill omens, jealous packs, ambushes on <em>their</em> territory...and an injured third who would put himself out of commission to avoid a humble entrance into the village. She snapped her teeth and then began to jog. "Move out," she said.<br><br>Miles passed slowly and quietly. Astir moved with great determination but clearly the hike was wearing upon him. L'aen remained quiet, keeping close to her like a pup might to its mother. Bring up the rear was Son' Lahleli and Kon. The only consolation to this mess was that her remaining beta was alert and obedient, meaning that they would at least have some warning if something bad where about to happen. Ts'itu herself remained utterly silent, knowing that if she were to open her mouth all that would come out would be snarls.<br><br>It was as they neared camp that everything went wrong. All she heard was the whistle of an arrow. She spun, features already morphing toward wolf as she saw an arrow embed itself in Son' Lahleli's shoulder. Ever loyal, Son' Lahleli let out a warning growl before beginning to chase after her attacker. <em>The one who escaped,</em> Ts'itu thought. She spun once more to L'aen and Astir, fangs so long in her mouth that her words became heavily lisped. "<em>Go.</em>" Astir was already limping away as fast as he was able, and she was sure L'aen would do the same. At least he would if he wanted to live.<br><br>Son' Lahleli and Kon had disappeared by the time she turned back. Snarling out unintelligible curses she took off after them. Her clothing ripped as she transformed back into wolf, tatters of deerskin clinging to her fur only to be lost as she ran faster. It still was not fast enough. As she neared a small ridge she caught sight of Son' Lahleli: mouth bloodied, an arrow in her stomach, and swaying upon her feet. A weak howl left the other woman as she collapsed into the snow. Ts'itu pushed herself faster, muscles burning with effort.<br><br>She lost sight of her beta as she raced down the hill, though now she could smell the blood. The smell churned at her stomach, set her body to quivering with horror. And then a yell for help, Kon's voice dragged raw at the edges. By the time she skidded to a halt, she could see only that both Son' Lahleli and Kon were collapsed upon the snow in bloody heaps. All air was knocked cleanly from her lungs. There was another scent on the air, the ranger if she was not mistaken, but she paid it little mind beyond identifying it. Son' Lahleli was the worst injured, but Ts'itu knelt between the two nonetheless so she might assess them both . As she began ripping Kon's shirt in order to create bandages, she lifted her head back and let out a piercing howl. It would be heard for miles, would bring the pack and likely hasten the ranger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 08:15:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Tsaghani_Udzaey_1.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Tsaghani Udzaey meaning Raven Heart<br><strong>Who:</strong> Son' Lahleli<br><strong>Where:</strong> In the forest just outside the village.&nbsp; <br><strong>When: </strong> 8th day of the hunger moon<br><hr>Tsaghani had gone into the forest to look for the right kind of tree he might make some arrow shafts from.&nbsp; He had been among the Nadaecki for only a couple days now so his integration into the pack was still far from complete even though the Alpha had welcomed him in after hearing his story.&nbsp; The other wolves were friendly enough but it was a slow process as a complete outsider to earn their full trust.&nbsp; And the one woman he truly wished to speak to again seemed to have vanished from sight.&nbsp; <br><br>The newest member of the pack could not really blame her from staying away from him with as badly as he had treated her on their first meeting.&nbsp; Memories of meeting Son' Lahleli remained in the forefront of his thoughts as did his desire for somehow making up for his words and actions towards her.&nbsp; He was thinking of her soulful eyes and the sorrow he had seen in them when he heard a male's voice calling out for help.&nbsp; <br><br>Spinning around quickly Tsaghani sprinted in the direction the voice had come from. As he sprinted in the direction of the yell he heard a heart rending howl which sent shivers up and down his spine urging him on to an even faster strength. He came to a skidding halt a couple feet from where Son' Lahleli lay on her side in the snow.&nbsp; With another male wolf who's name at the moment slipped the ranger's mind laying near by.&nbsp; &nbsp;'By the gods... no... not Son' Lahleli!'&nbsp; Kneeling by her side he took off his well worn shoulder pack and took out one of his shirts which he began to tear into make shift bandages.&nbsp; He was not a healer but one thing he understood was how to safely remove arrows and bandage wounds.&nbsp; His mind was so focused on Son' Lahleli that he almost missed the fact that Ts'itu e'e Son was also kneeling beside the fallen wolves.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>'Oh blessed Mother Moon there is so much blood!'&nbsp; He thought before looking towards the Alpha leader of the pack and nodding his head in respect before looking back towards his fallen friend and saying "Son' Lahleli hang in there do not give up!" &nbsp;His voice strained and full of concern as he quickly went to work at carefully removing the arrows using his very sharp hunting knife being very careful not to do anymore damage than had already been done.&nbsp; Only when he had the arrows removed and had Son' Lahleli's wounds bound up did he take off his cloak and wrap it about her to keep her warm.<br><br>It was only when he had taken care of Son' Lahleli that he looked back over towards Ts'itu e'e Son, "Ts'itu forgive me but I must get Son' Lahleli to the Shaman House.&nbsp; I know how to remove arrows and use bandages but she will be in far more aid than that which has already been given.&nbsp; I do not mean to show you any disrespect but she is truly my only concern at the moment."&nbsp; Moving back to the woman's side he picked her up carefully in his arms and stood up.&nbsp; With one last pleading glance at Ts'itu, Tsaghani began to run as fast as he dared back to the village heading straight for the house of healing.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>(( Continued in the Shaman's House ))&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 12:06:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/65IEnCn.png)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; L'aen, Son' Lahleli, Ts'itu, &amp; Kon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forests near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>Ts'itu perhaps, was a bit over protective sometimes when it came to when he got hurt. He was more durable than she gave him credit for. One thing he knew how to take was a solid beating. Sense they were kids they had been looking out for each other and sense they were kids he never allowed her to fret over his wounds, even when he wandered in with a fresh bloody lip and a black eye to go with it. Though he did tend to be the worst when it came to doctoring him. <br><br>He had snarled at Ts'itu and he hated doing it. The returning snarl with her lips drawn back and the sight of her fangs told him how she really felt behind that stoic mask of a leader. She was scared and worried and angry. He didn't even flinch as she gave such a snarl as to send any other into cowering. He only met her gaze steadily, quietly as she said he would lame himself for his pride. It reminded him of the time when they were kids when he had put her over his own shoulders when she sprained an ankle and she had been mad at him for a week about it. When she decided not to force him, which she might have been able to do given the amount of pain he would cause himself if he struggled, and said she didn't want to hear him complain when he was going to pretty much be grounded to his bed for at least a week (longer if they could keep him in it!) he snorted and put his ears back. That part he was not looking forward to.<br><br>-----<br><br>He wasn't sure how badly Son'Lahleli was hurt but he knew it was bad enough to warrant getting help out there. L'aen in tow&nbsp; he was panting with the pain that washed through him as he made his way down the hill. He could feel the arrow head shift a bit as it sent twinges of pain through him that wrung a yelp of pain from him when he put it down to stop himself from sliding just before the bottom. Both of the wounds had soaked through the bandaging. once at the bottom of the hill he paused to let the pain die down a moment before he howled again with an alarm howl. As his first pack mates started to come out he stood by L'aen and made sure they didn't react to him as a threat before he looked up at him, urging him to explain that Son'Lahleli and Kon needed help as they were injured and Ts'itu was with them.<br><br>He didn't let anyone touch him and he didn't move until L'aen told them everything. Then he grabbed L'aen's arm gently but firmly in his jaws, not giving the lad much choice in the matter as he began walking him to the Shaman house where he knew Ts'itu and the others would be arriving soon. He wasn't about to let little L'aen out of his sight. He was sure Ts'itu still had more questions for him and he was sure she most likely didn't want him running around the village just yet. Besides the boy was tired, cold and most likely hungry. He would sit him down by the fire and they would wait there turn to be seen by there highly skilled and beautiful healer.<br><br>(cont in shaman House: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178713.25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178713.25))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 09:18:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsghani, Son' Lahleli, &amp; Kon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forests near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><br><hr><br>How sad must it be to lose someone you wanted as a mate, to watch their blood spill out into the snow easily. The ranger seemed unable to tear his gaze away from the wounds even as his hands began to methodically rip a shirt into strips of bandages. A single perfunctory nod was his only acknowledgement that Ts'itu was even there. Yet blood continued to stain the snow and she couldn't blame him. Her gaze assessed the movement of his hands. Years on his own had clearly taught him how to tend wounds. She could do no more than what he was currently doing. Instead she turned to face Kon, giving the pair of betas a moment of perhaps unneeded privacy. It had seemed to intimate to stare as the ranger tried frantically to stem the tide.<br><br>Her hands flew over Kon's body, checking the damage. He seemed to shift beneath her hands as if coming awake and she quickened her pace. Things had been strained between them since the celebration. He'd taken the rejection harder than she'd anticipated, and though she couldn't regret choosing not to lead him on, he certainly didn't seem to see it that way. Knowing him the moment he realized she was the one touching him he'd throw a fit even greater than that of Astir.<br><br>Looking back over her shoulder, she nodded to Tsghani. "Forgiven. Take her as swiftly as you can." The ranger had spoken true, and he would be able to move more swiftly than Ts'itu might have. The only problem was that it left her and Kon alone, something the beta would surely be unhappy about upon awaking.<br><br>"Nothing for it," she muttered. She had no bandages on her person. His wounds seemed relatively minor. Blood loss, cold, and exhaustion were the culprits here. Nothing that warmth and some care at Danae's hands couldn't fix, assuming they got back to the village soon. Ts'itu reached forward and grabbed his arm, hauling it over one shoulder. She did the same with his other arm and then stood. Her legs shook a bit, she was tired as well, but she would get him to the village. Mother Winter help him if he tried to be difficult about it.<br><br>Step by step she began to slog her way back to the village. Kon was an ever present weight on her back, and though she focused upon her goal of home she couldn't help wondering what would happen when he awakened. Snow crunched and birds called, his breath was warm upon the back of her neck, the smoke of cooking fires caught her attention. They were close to the village, closer than she'd assumed. Probably another minute or two and they would be at the Shaman House. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 09:30:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ts'itu.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>Kon didn't realize what was going on until it was too late and then he was over her back, a low, deep growl came from him. It was instinct more than anything. "I would rather bathe the ground in every single drop of my own blood." He said as he caught his feet under him and stood, pulling his arm taught. He didn't really try to pull it away, he wasn't going to fight her, but he wasn't going to give her the opportunity to help him either. He was tired, enraged, crushed, more things than he could ever say to her. <br><br>"You can let go, I will make it there, I only needed to take a breath." He said, tone stubborn, thick with weakness. It was a flat out lie but there was no way in hell that he was going to be remotely conscious for this to happen, her touch still delighted him, enthralled him as it always had but that would never be more than what it was and now he hated it. He couldn't stand it and he didn't know why. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 09:40:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsghani, Son' Lahleli, &amp; Kon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forests near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><br><hr><br>A growl alerted her to his return to waking. She held in an answering growl of her own, knowing that he was likely just upset. And yet she wished, desperately wished, she'd growled at him anyway when she heard his words and felt him beginning to pull away. Though he didn't quite yank fully away, the message was clear. Fiercely she tried to keep her composure, fangs sinking into her lower lip even as her body stiffened into a tensely corded line. Still he provoked her further. It was clear even down to his voice that he was weak, that he needed help. Yet he'd rather shove her away than accept even another moment of her help.<br><br>Pain jolted through her, clenching at her heart. She was losing her pack. Son' Lahleli might die. Astir was horribly injured. War was coming on all fronts. Danae was mating. Now Kon would rather kill himself with exhaustion than touch her. A horrible, wrenching laugh left her. It was halfway to a sob, and she clamped her mouth shut. Likely he'd smell the tears beginning to streak down her face, but she herself ignored them. She was alpha. And alphas did not acknowledge weakness.<br><br>"Tolerate me a moment longer, if you would," she said, unfathomably proud that her voice did not shake. Ts'itu's legs shook a bit more as she walked further. Just over the ridge she could see the rising smoke of a fire. They were very close. "I know you hate me now, but you need help and I'm the only one available."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 09:56:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ts'itu.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>"Hate you? Are you really that damned blind, Ts'itu, are you so unfathomably wrapped up in your duties that you cannot see love as it stares you in the face?! I may feel a lot of things about you, hate, will never be one. Keep up your shaking and your tears and I will be the one carrying you." He said, the words were not barbed, not hateful or spiteful, the were soft, kind and damnably gentle. He could be many things with her, but angry was not one, it never had been. Even now, his body screamed to hate and reject her and even the dullest of people could tell that his tone only showed her the love and adoration he had always given her. <br><br>"I will not tolerate being carried by one who can barely walk, I will not tolerate being carried by one who is blind to all of that which is infront of her." He said, body full of adrenaline as he moved to her side and dropped his arm to her waist and put hers over his shoulder. "Broken and bleeding, I would still preserve you, the pack has far greater need of you than you have ever, or will ever likely see at your pace. I will not weigh you down, walk." He said as he began to move again, holding her as much as she held him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 01:29:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsghani, Son' Lahleli, &amp; Kon<br><strong>Where:</strong> Forests near Sadghan Lake<br><strong>When: </strong> Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br><br><hr><br>Cold, exhaustion, and consuming worry were clearly getting to her. Were she in wolf form her ears would be pressed back against her head. As it was she snapped her teeth at him without any real ire behind the motion, more an instinct to deny what was clear upon her face. It was rare to allow herself to feel this kind of emotional tumult, preferring to lock it away and then excise it upon the training grounds, but the last few days had allowed no such release. His arm around her waist, his words with their gentle boldness, his insistence and his stubbornness and his blindness...<br><br>"Blind?" she asked, voice tremulous as if she were either about to cry harder or laugh. "You ask me if I'm blind when you would rather crawl through the snow than accept my help? You ask me if I'm blind when I have just witnessed my best friend limp miles home only to have another trusted friend nearly die? You ask me if I am <em>blind</em> when I am little more than a helpless pup against a future where there is nothing but war and death for my kin?" Her tears came in earnest now. The salty drops came hot but the trails they left quickly chilled against her skin. She didn't try to wipe them away "You know <em>nothing</em> of the burdens I carry, Kon e'e C'eyiige."<br><br>Finally she caught her tongue, body stiffening with pride. The tears dried slowly, but she let them do so as they would. Crying was weakness but to wipe at them as if ashamed would show greater weakness. Wind whistled through the trees, a high eerie sound that sometimes carried with it the snatches of children playing in the village. One by one the muscles in her body relaxed, until finally her gaze rose to meet his own with a quiet purpose that belied her earlier upset. She seemed utterly centered once more. "We should get back, you need to be tended to."<br><br>Quickly enough they crested the hill, now that she was no longer trying to carry him. The Shaman House rose nearby, voices and sounds already coming from its open doorway. She caught once more the scent of Astir's blood, but also of Danae's home-like warmth. Sighing, Ts'itu released Kon's body, knowing her would want to walk in on his own two feet. She herself continued to stride toward the House. A few feet before it she stoppped and looked over her shoulder, voice contemplative as she said, "You may love me, Kon, but you don't know me. Before you try to approach me again, decide whether you will be my beta or my mate, for you cannot be both."<br><br>[Continued in Shaman House... (link coming soon)]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 08:59:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Kon%27_C%27eyiige.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Kon<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ts'itu.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>"Try not to be so transparent to me, you think you hide, you think you hide well. I have eyes, I have ears, and I know you. Do not think that I am fool, for you would be one too. I am not your beta, I am the one waiting for you to pull your head from the ground and notice me, to notice that what you face, you never need face alone. We all know what is coming, we may not know what it will be but we know omens, and we know pain. I know pain for Astir, I know pain for Son' Lahleli, I am their packmates just as you." He said to her and walked on. "As for accepting your help, I wouldn't rather crawl through the snow, I would rather hold you, I would rather be yours and have you be mine. Even now, you give me knowledge of how you feel, and you feel different after. And, I don't claim to know your burdens, I claim to want to know them, and you."<br><br>As they crested the hill, he made a noise of annoyance at her releasing him. "I was walking fine on my own with your arm around me, hell, I may have even liked it." He said to her as he followed her, unsure what to do and say from this point. He had already told her what he wanted, how he felt, what he wanted them to be and what he wanted to have. "You can love nature, but you cannot know it if it will not let you in, you know what I want to be to you, I have told you what I want to be, the choice, is now yours, as it was in the house at the party. My only question now is will it be yes, or no." He said to her, matter of factly as he let a soft grunt and looked at the house, wondering if he would see Seni in there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 14:55:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/51vryv.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Ggaal Lyaane<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>Ggaal walked in front of his daughter but not going too far ahead to where he wouldn't notice her. It had been a long time since he had gone on any hunts but with all the injuries that had happened the day before he figured the pack could use some extra help. He was sure the pups he trained would be alright until he returned and he was more then happy to venture out into the forest again. As he walked he kept glancing back at Tsaghtuu, she was purposefully trying to fall behind and he knew it. <br><br>"Tsaghtuu you need to stay close to us, it can be very dangerous out here" ,he stated while giving her a look before turning to look ahead while he was walking. <br><br>The man didn't want to upset her he just wanted her to be safe and he knew if she wandered off there would most likely be trouble. His boots crunched the snow underneath his feet as he walked and he kept his ears open for any sounds of movement. He was decently skilled but having to babysit Tsaghtuu didn't really help his focus too much. <br><br>He looked back to his daughter again and sighed, "Come on keep up I know you can and you know that you should stick with the pack, stop being unreasonable I'm only trying to protect you" ,Ggaal stated after noticing Tsaghtuu had purposefully stopped to mess with the bark on a nearby tree while humming silently to herself. She gave him a nasty glare then stomped her way closer until she was directly behind him. <br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Tsaghtuu_Can.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Tsaghtuu Can<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ggaal, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>Her father was relentless she hated hunting to begin with and him being there just made it ten times worse. It wasn't that she wasn't good at hunting it was just she never felt right doing it, in fact she with her size she was rather quick and her build was strong making her quite the hunter. Even so Tsaghtuu still didn't feel as if she were meant to be out hunting and killing, she felt close to music something her father would never understand and she didn't want to hear him lecture her so she just kept her mouth shut and did what she was told most of the time. She didn't mind helping Ts'itu and the rest of the pack but that was because none of them ever really bothered her but her father just pissed her off and he was lucky she was even there with him if it weren't for the pack needing them to go then Tsaghtuu would've told Ggaal to go fuck himself. <br><br>Hearing her father bark out demands at her only made her growl to herself as she walked through the snow, she stayed silent the first time he demanded that she stayed close and simply fell back even further blatantly trying to piss the man off. When he turned and demanded her to keep up again she shot him a glare then stomped forward until she reached him, "Yeah you said that you can stop treating me like I'm a fucking child now ok" ,she snapped in response with her fists clenched at her sides. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 22:14:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Tl%27akoltseni_Utiye%27.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Seni<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Ggaal<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When:</strong> 9th day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>Seni listened to the two quietly, wondering if they really bickered like this all the time. He didn't want to say anything and wind up on the wrong side of either of them but they wouldn't get much done in the way of hunting with them bickering. "Ggaal, Tsaghtuu, please, I ask that you two give each other peace until we are done, if we do this wrong, none of us will make it back to camp." He said in a soft tone, he wasn't being demanding or controlling of either of them, though his frame gave him the ability too. He had the ability to see that their situation would require a bit more finesse than he probably had but he would try anyway and hope that it worked out. <br><br>He let a soft breath and looked around, trying to find anything that might be worth hunting. He wasn't sure what was going to happen on this little trip but he hoped that it would turn out well, better than most things had lately at least. He took a deep breath and looked around, trying to center himself all he could and get ready for anything that might happen to the. He just hoped that what would happen wouldn't be something that they couldn't handle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 23:17:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/51vryv.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Ggaal Lyaane<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>Ggaal nodded at Seni's words the young man was right and Ggaal gave him a pat on the shoulder and a smile, "You're absolutely right from here on out I'll stop hassling you Tsaghtuu as long as you keep your focus and stay with us" ,he said turning to look to his daughter who had seemed to be keeping up for the moment. The old wolf listened and kept his eyes open and his bow in hand, hopefully the group could bring something good back to the pack from this trip.<br><br>He knew they had a good solid group, Seni was strong, fast and wise, Tsaghtuu had speed and agility and she could be stealthy when she wanted while he had size and experience. Ggaal was happy to be out hunting with the two despite how his daughter behaved, he occasionally looked back every now and then to see if Tsaghtuu was still with them. She would glare at him every time he did and mutter something under her breath but Ggaal opted not to say anything to her. <br><br>After a while he heard something in the distance and spotted a deer, he lowered himself behind a log and took aim. "Alright looks like we got something" ,He looked over to Seni briefly already knowing the man was prepared then without looking behind him spoke to his daughter. "Tsaghtuu are you ready" ,he whispered loud enough for her to hear him but not loud enough to scare the animal in the distance. When he didn't get a response he simply shook his head and kept his focus on the hunt, "We'll have to go look for her after we're finished here" ,he whispered to Seni. <br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Tsaghtuu_Can.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Tsaghtuu Can<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ggaal, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>When Seni spoke Tsaghtuu smiled for the first time since they had got out there, all she wanted was peace and for her father to just let her be and she was glad Seni had spoken up because after he did her father didn't seem to bother her much more. She respected Seni more so then she respected nearly anyone and she sort of considered him....a friend, which Tsaghtuu didn't have many of mainly because she never really wanted any. As they walked she noticed her father keep glancing back at her and she simply glared at him. It annoyed her how much he treated her like a child. An idea came into mind and she smirked mischievously as she counted the seconds it took in between glances from her father. When he looked again then turned away from her once more she slipped behind a large tree then snaked her way from the group with ease by using her ability to hide and be sneaky. <br><br>Finally when she was a good distance away and couldn't hear the footsteps of her father and Seni anymore she began to walk normally and out in the open of the forest, letting the cool air bite at the bare skin of her face. She took a deep breath and breathed in the smell of pine and the cold winter air before exhaling with a smile. Being alone she felt free and happy. As she walked she began humming again then after a few moments quietly singing to herself as she looked up into the trees at the squirrels nesting and the birds quietly chirping their songs. She was in heaven.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 23:29:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Tl%27akoltseni_Utiye%27.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Seni<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Ggaal<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When:</strong> 9th day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>Seni looked around and let a soft growl. "Take the deer, I will go and see if I can find her quickly, plus I smell another animal nearby." He said in a soft tone and patted the man on the shoulder once and nodded to him as he slipped away silently, looking around. He hoped that she hadn't gone and gotten herself into any sort of danger. He bit his lip and looked through the trees, he wanted to figure out the other animal that he smelled, it was bothering him greatly, he didn't want it to be anything that could put them at risk. He started to move a bit faster once he felt that he wouldn't scare Ggaal's dear away from him. <br><br>"Tsaghtuu?" He whispered a bit loudly, knowing she would hear if she was close enought to him to hear. He looked around again, not sure what was going on with her, she shouldn't be breaking away like this but he wasn't going to lecture her when he found her, only hope that she was okay and hadn't had anything befall her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 23:52:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/51vryv.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Ggaal Lyaane<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>When Seni spoke then slipped away Ggaal sniffed at the air, he too could smell something nearby but he figured it wouldn't be anything Tsaghtuu couldn't handle if faced with it. If she could slip away without the notice of either him or Seni she could most likely get away from an animal. The old wolf aimed his weapon then shot the deer right through the eye then set up another arrow and hit it's throat before the animal started to stagger then fell. <br><br>As soon as the deer fell Ggaal made his way over and slit it's throat to make sure it was fully dead before lifting it onto his shoulders and carrying it as he made his way through the forest to join Seni and look for Tsaghtuu. The man was livid with her right now for straying off, it was completely irresponsible and unsafe and....reckless. Ggaal planned to lay into her when he found her, she needed to learn to listen and not disrespect his orders. <br><hr> <br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Tsaghtuu_Can.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Tsaghtuu Can<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ggaal, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>Tsaghtuu stopped walking for a bit and simply stood by a few trees and leaned against one while singing softly as the birds chirped above her. Suddenly her senses picked up an odd scent and as she was trying to figure out what it was she heard footsteps from behind the trees in front of her. When she looked up her heart sank into the pit of her stomach as her copper eyes met the big brown hungry eyes of a huge grizzly. He sized her up before sniffing then standing on his hind legs and letting out a deafening roar. <br><br>"Easy....easy, I won't hurt you....I promise" ,she said quietly. Tsaghtuu knew that she was just wasting her breath but at the moment she wasn't exactly able to think straight. She began backing away and the bear must've taken her movement as a threat because he let out another loud roar before returning to all fours. His eyes were locked to her and she knew she was going to be this bear's lunch if she didn't do something soon. Running would be pointless, the grizzly had her backed into a tree. An idea came to mind and quickly she rolled out of the way as the grizzly swiped at her with his large paw. She transformed before the bear could turn around to face her then lunged aiming for it's large neck. Tsaghtuu got a good bite in before she was thrown into a tree. She let out a loud yelp as she felt the impact, as the bear stalked towards her she quickly got up and growled showing all of her fangs, trying intimidation. it didn't work and the bear came at her again and the two clashed. <br><br>Tsaghtuu's vision became blurred as she laid on the ground bleeding from her neck and stomach, the grizzly had gotten her pretty good and he was about to finish the job. Low whimpers and pants came from the young wolf as she closed her eyes waiting for the bear to deliver the fatal blow. She regretted leaving her father and Seni in that moment, if she had just listened she wouldn't be facing death now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 00:03:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Tl%27akoltseni_Utiye%27.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Seni<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Ggaal<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When:</strong> 9th day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>He heard the commotion and ran toward it, pulling out his knife as the grizzly came into view. He didn't know what to do. He let a warning howl, hoping to summon anyone who may be nearby them. He ran at full speed and lunged when he came close enough to the grizzly, he knew he wouldn't do much as a wolf, the only one that likely would would be Kon who would have no chance in his weakened state. He grunted as his body slammed into the beast. He began stabbing furiously with his knife for a few seconds, trying to draw the beast's attentions. He ducked a claw swipe and moved away. <br><br>"Hang on, Tsaghtuu..." He said as he moved to dodge another strike but wound up with a lovely set of gashes over his shoulder blade as the paw connected with him. He didn't know what to do so he kept backing away, pulling the bear as far away from Tsaghtuu as far as he could. He sighed a bit, the pain in his shoulder growing quickly. "Damn't...." He growled and let another howl, this one short to signal the danger that he had found. "If you can walk get the hell out of here!" He yelled at her, trying to get her to leave and get too safety. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 00:18:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/51vryv.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Ggaal Lyaane<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>Ggaal heard a loud howl in the distance and dropped the deer he had on his shoulders to the ground before running full speed in the direction it came from. His heart raced and he knew deep down Tsaghtuu was in danger and now so was Seni. As he reached the two his eyes widened and he pulled his knife from it's case on his belt and lunged forward to assist Seni. "Fuck.....Seni get her out of here!" ,he yelled as he looked to the battered form of Tsaghtuu laying helpless on the ground. <br><br>He knew he couldn't hold the bear off himself but he also didn't want Seni to get hurt and Tsaghtuu needed help and quick. Ggaal shoved his knife into the bear's side and twisted it to make sure the wound delivered would bleed profusely and eventually weaken the bear. Ggaal's eyes met Seni's before the bear shoved him hard in the chest making the old wolf fall backwards. "Slit it's throat Seni, slit the fucker's throat" ,Ggaal yelled when the bear finally turned it's attention away from Seni to focus on him. <br><hr> <br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Tsaghtuu_Can.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Tsaghtuu Can<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ggaal, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>When Tsaghtuu didn't feel the bear strike again she opened her eyes slowly and seen Seni fighting the beast and when he told her to get out of there she attempted to stand up but let out a yelp and fell back to the ground as a sharp pain traveled down her left leg. She watched as Seni fought the bear and her heart sank, she had put another in danger with her actions. The only thing she could do now is hope and pray that at least Seni got out of this alive. <br><br>A loud growl came in the distance and within moments her father had joined Seni at this point all she could make out were the outlines of the two men and the bear. She lifted her head again and attempted to get up despite the pain in her hind leg but again it was too much, another yelp followed by a growl left her as she fell to the ground once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 00:39:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Tl%27akoltseni_Utiye%27.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Seni<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Ggaal<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When:</strong> 9th day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>A deep growl came from Seni as he leapt onto the monsters back, stabbing and slashing at it's skin as he moved up to get an arm around it's neck. He stabbed into it's throat and ripped the blade of his dagger through it, blood gushing from the beast as it thrashed about wildly, Seni lost his grip on the bloodsoaked fur and was thrown aside, hitting the ground hard with a thud. He rolled to a knee and saw the beast thrash about. He stood up and moved to Tsaghtuu immediately. <br><br>He knelt in the snow beside her and lifted her into his arms. "Don't struggle..." He said to her in a soft tone but it clearly showed it was more order than request by the look on his face. He lifted her into his arms and stood, hoping that Ggaal could keep the beast busy as it bled to death from the wound Seni had given it. He moved slowly with the battered wolf in his arms, being quiet and gentle as he did so. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 01:05:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/51vryv.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Ggaal Lyaane<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>As the blood spattered everywhere and Seni was thrown to the ground Ggaal lunged back towards the bear and began to stab at it repeatedly as it thrashed around. He knew it would drop soon but for now he had to keep it away from the other two so that Seni could get Tsaghtuu out of there and to safety. With every blow delivered Ggaal could see the large beast weakening and eventually it fell to the ground as it's blood pooled around it, turning the soft white snow a crimson red. <br><br>Ggaal stood and watched to make sure the bear didn't get a second wind and muster up enough strength to swipe again. He watched as the bear closed it's eyes and fell limp and eventually stopped breathing. When he felt it was safe his eyes looked over to Tsaghtuu who was now in Seni's arms, "Make her walk" ,he stated sternly. "She got herself into this, we've done enough, she needs to learn". With that he turned and began to walk away with a bitter look in his eyes and his fists clenched. His words were harsh but he didn't know what other way he'd be able to get through to Tsaghtuu other then to make her suffer for her carelessness. Talking to her obviously didn't work and reasoning wasn't an option.<br><hr> <br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Tsaghtuu_Can.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Tsaghtuu Can<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ggaal, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://windycity.wdfiles.com/local--files/monty/Wolf-Brown.jpg)</div></div>Tsaghtuu watched as well as she could through her blurred vision as Seni and her father fought the bear. She could make out the blood spatter after hearing her father yell for Seni to slit the bear's throat. All of a sudden Seni was thrown to the ground but quickly he was at her side picking her up and telling her not to struggle. Tsaghtuu listened to the order and let the man lift her without any trouble. He moved slowly and Tsaghtuu was thankful, she had lost a good amount of blood and from the pain she was feeling in her leg she was sure something was broken so the slow movements helped to relax her a bit. <br><br>When she heard her father speak her ears twitched and she let out a low whimper, Did he really hate her that much? To force her to walk when she was clearly unable to. She stayed relaxed in Seni's arms still obeying the order but she prepared herself for if the man decided to listen to her father's order. If she had to try and walk again she knew she wouldn't make it far but she would at least try if she really had to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 01:33:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Tl%27akoltseni_Utiye%27.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Seni<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Ggaal<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When:</strong> 9th day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>"I won't be making her suffer anymore, I am sure she has learned from this, you will see that once your anger recedes." He said to the man and continued to carry the young female. He didn't want her to have to suffer anymore, he really didn't. He knew that she would suffer plenty with the process of healing. She was lucky to be alive, all three of them had to know that. He himself knew that even he was lucky to be alive. He looked at the wolf in his arms and let a soft sigh. <br><br>"You are far too stubborn for your own good with him, he loves you and wants you to learn from this, just like he wants to protect you from all of this. I hope that you come to see that, Tsaghtuu, and I hope that you can both be less stubborn with each other." He said to her in a soft tone and let a deep sigh. "Sorry if you feel like I was lecturing you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 01:46:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/51vryv.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Ggaal Lyaane<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>A low growl escaped Ggaal's lips before he sighed and simply walked ahead, he was angry that was for sure and maybe he was being a little too harsh but he was fed up as well with Tsaghtuu's behavior. The old wolf was also scared, an emotion he had rarely ever felt. When he seen his daughter's beaten and bloody form lying in the snow he had thought he lost her forever. Ggaal had an odd way of showing he cared but he really did, he cared for everyone in the pack but Tsaghtuu was his flesh and blood and he loved her dearly and even though they fought he couldn't imagine life without her.<br><br>He stayed silent as he walked through the snow and when they came across the deer he had killed earlier he simply leaned down and picked it up to carry it back. At least something good would come from this trip out into the forest, he was glad nothing else had gotten to the animal. <br><hr> <br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Tsaghtuu_Can.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Tsaghtuu Can<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ggaal, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://windycity.wdfiles.com/local--files/monty/Wolf-Brown.jpg)</div></div>Relief washed over Tsaghtuu when Seni told her father that he wouldn't make her suffer anymore. When he started to speak to her she let out a low growl, he sounded a little bit like her father at first but when he mentioned he was sorry if it felt as if she was lecturing her she turned her eyes to look at him. She couldn't speak so she simply put her head down as if she were ashamed and let the man continue to carry her. Tsaghtuu knew her father wasn't go to let this down without a lecture of his own but this time she felt she deserved it and she would for once sit through whatever the old man had to say when it came time for her to hear it. <br><br>Her body hurt and she felt weak and she knew she was in for hell while being healed. The young wolf felt bad on top of it all and she wondered what people would think of her after this incident, it was her fault people got hurt, her defiance that put them all in danger and she didn't think she would be able to face anyone when they got back to the village. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 02:33:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Tl%27akoltseni_Utiye%27.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Seni<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Ggaal<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When:</strong> 9th day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>He sighed and looked at her as he kept carrying her, staying at a slow pace so he wouldn't jar her around too much and hurt her. He bit his lip and thought for a moment as he walked. "You know, I am not mad at you, don't worry about me, Danae will see to us both and we will soon be well again." He said in a soft tone and smiled at her, trying to reassure her and make her feel a bit better as they walked slowly on. <br><br>He hoped that they would get to the village soon, he could feel a steady trickle of blood leaving the lone wound he had suffered from the bear. He was glad that it as over, glad that they were safe now and could focus on getting back to get healing. He looked at the wolf in his arms and gave another smile to reassure her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 02:47:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Tsaghtuu_Can.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:Tsaghtuu Can<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ggaal, Seni, OPEN<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When: </strong> 9th Day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://windycity.wdfiles.com/local--files/monty/Wolf-Brown.jpg)</div></div>As they moved on and Seni reassured her everything would be alright she listened but still kept her head down avoiding eye contact. She could see her the figure of her father walking in the distance. He was quiet and carrying an animal on his shoulders and simply walking along, she noticed the old man was making sure to walk at a pace that Seni could keep up with and she figured it was because he did actually care somewhat. <br><br>When Seni told her not to worry about him then mentioned Danae Tsaghtuu let out a low whimpering cry, she could see how Danae felt about Seni and it upset her even more that the healer may be upset about the injury Seni had received due to her wandering of the way she did. Part of the young wolf wanted to be back in the village, in the warmth and safety but the other part was afraid to be there. Her eyes fell shut as she tried to focus on something other then the pain in her back leg. Tsaghtuu was doing her best to stay still but she was hurting and every time the pain shot through her leg her body twitched slightly and she cried out silently.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 03:55:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Tl%27akoltseni_Utiye%27.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Seni<br><strong>Who:</strong> Tsaghtuu, Ggaal<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sadghan Lake and Forest<br><strong>When:</strong> 9th day of the Hunger Moon<br><br>Seni carried her easily, trying to keep her as still as he could, he didn't want to hurt her anymore than he had too as he carried her. He wasn't sure how much longer he would hold out if he kept losing blood, the wound wasn't bad, Danae would have no trouble with it but it was a bleeder and that was what was bothering him now. If he kept losing blood he would start to get weak and that was where the problems would begin, if he got week he would begin to have trouble carrying her and he wanted to avoid that at all costs. He bit his lip and let a soft sigh that turned to a bit of a grunt. He was getting a bit frustrated at his blood loss but he couldn't stop, he had to get her back to the village.<br><br>He began to walk a bit faster, closing the distance between him and Ggaal a bit, he didn't want to seem like he was in too much of a hurry and hurt her by jarring her but he did need to get there faster and he knew it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 15:50:10</strong>
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				(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg)[/URL][/floatleft]<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Eira<br><strong>Who:</strong> Any<br><strong>Where:</strong> Moving through the Woods, away from the Village<br><strong>When:</strong> 8th day of the Hunger Moon<br><strong>Continued From:</strong> http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178593.msg8700134#msg8700134 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178593.msg8700134#msg8700134)<br><hr><br>After having seen the Wolf on her path, she couldn't help but to wonder if he would allow her to go. She refused to look back to see if he was following her, stubbornly keeping her eyes forward and only allowing them to sweep side to side to view her surroundings, but never back. If he chose to follow she couldn't stop him, if he choose to scoop her up like an errant child, she couldn't stop him. What she could do however was let him see her determination, her resolve, and hope that the Goddess softened his heart enough that he would simply let her leave. <br><br>With her fingers starting to go numb, despite the thickness of her gloves, and her feet beginning to feel like bricks at the end of her legs, she knew she needed to find shelter. The shadows on the forest floor were growing longer and she knew that if she didn't have shelter by dark she'd likely freeze to death. Though she considered that preferable to returning to the Village in defeat. Her intention was fully to escape, or to let Winter claim her. Escape was obviously preferable however. <br><br>Keeping her eyes open, she dared to let a small smile curve her lips at the sight of a small cave a few hundred feet away. Her steps actually managed to increase their pace at the sight of it while she prayed that it would be big enough to suit her purposes for the night. Reaching the mouth of it she was surprised to find that it was truly just a hollow in the side of a hill and looked to have been dug out deliberately. It was easily large enough for two Tikaan to fit comfortably, if they didn't mind being a bit close, which made it more than roomy enough for her petite frame and for her to light a small fire. <br><br>The fire was a calculated risk. It was possible someone would see it, but without it she would be dead before dawn. And she'd already been spotted by that silent wolf anyway and he could track her easily enough whether she had a fire or not. Since she had no real interest in freezing to death, she tucked back as far as she could into the small cave and lit the smallest fire she could that would serve her purpose...to keep her warm enough to freeze through the night. <br><br>Sitting before the warmth of her small blaze she dug into her basket and pulled out a chunk of bread and cheese (food that would keep well though the cold helped to ensure it's longevity) and placed them before the fire to thaw. Once her fingers and feet were warmed as well she actually stomped back outside and began to gather more branches. She wished she'd been able to sneak a tent out with her but that would have been too obvious in her basket. Instead she gathered evergreen branches and lay them across the opening of the cave, fanning them over the opening to create a wind block and to help the small hollow retain as much heat as possible. It wouldn't be perfect but it was better than nothing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 17:04:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Zhergan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'udzagha Zhergan<br><strong>Who:</strong> Eira, Open<br><strong>Where:</strong> Deep in the forest<br><strong>When: </strong> Evening, 8th day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>Slave. That was the word she had used. It didn't fit right to Zhergan's mind. They were Sacrifices, humans, but not slaves. They were as much part of the pack as any other Tikaan in Kayax. He thought about it, long through the evening as he watched the cave that Eira had entered. He remembered now the day that she came to their pack. Unlike the others that were excited or fearful she had shown no such weakness. Her eyes had been full of the same sort of determination as when she met his gaze back there. How come he had just swept that aside back then? Why had he not made sure she was taken into the fold? A pack could grow sick from such defiance.<br><br>He was curled up to try to remain heated, but the winds were picking up. Was there a storm coming in from the north? It seemed like it, he could hear the wind howl above the trees, bringing in thicker clouds of snow and ice. He watched Eira light her fire and covering up the entrance as good as she could. It sure looked inviting. His stomach rumbled a little. His pride wouldn't allow it, not to mention that they were as good as enemies now. He couldn't sleep in the same cave as her.<br><br>A large pile of snow fell from the branch above and completely covered the Omega. To hell with it, he thought as he let his paws take him in the direction of the cave, his body slowly shifting as he stood on two legs, ripping some fresh branches of pine to cover himself with. Living in a cave didn't mean you could maintain some decency.<br><br>He pulled the fan of branches aside and entered without a word. He didn't flinch to her reaction but instead placed some of the pine branches on the ground while covering himself with the rest. He might not be as young or toned as the other Tikaan males, but he was still hanging on to his physical prime and cords of muscle shifted beneath his skin as he sat down on the branches and warmed himself by the fire. He met her gaze with his bright and dark eyes and said nothing. He just watched her, ready to pounce in case she got any bad ideas. The wind howled louder outside. It was a storm after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 17:24:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Eira<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ts'udzagha Zhergan<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a Cave<br><strong>When:</strong> Evening, 8th day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>Hearing her branches move, Eira looked up from her fire, from the bread and cheese she was finally eating and blinked in surprise at seeing a naked Zhergan entering the cave. She didn't startle, or try to shy away from him. She didn't yell at him to leave her alone. She simply watched him as he settled onto the branches he'd brought inside with him and shook her head gently as she heard the wind begin to howl outside. No one, not even a Wolf, should be out in a Winter storm. Even his fur coat, in his wolfen form wouldn't save him from freezing if a storm was bad enough, and she'd meant it when she'd said she bore the Tikaan no ill will.<br><br>When he sat she was still holding his gaze, not bothered in the least by those dual colored eyes and showing no fear of the Omega. What would be, would be. She accepted that he was stronger than her physically, even among her own people most had been. She was petite which meant that, while she was strong for her size, she was weaker than most and she had accepted that long before even the Tikaan had entered her life. At last she finally reached into her basket and pulled out another chunk of bread and cheese and tossed them both toward Zhergan.<br><br>"If you've been following me all day, you must be hungry, Zhergan," was all she said before adding a couple of branches to the fire to help keep him warm as well. "I meant what I said out in the woods."<br><br>Drawing her cloak more tightly around herself for a moment she frowned slightly before taking it off and tossing it to him to cover himself with. Even a Wolf could get cold and she still had plenty of layers to keep her body warmed when combined with the fire. Besides, he was closer to the mouth of the cave than she was, which meant he's also catch the brunt of any wind that made it's way around the branches she'd placed over it. She didn't want him blaming her if his butt froze during the night. Without saying anything else she stretched out on the floor of the cave, cradling her head on her arms and still facing him. She was perfectly ready to talk civilly if he wished, but also ready to simply go to sleep as well. It had been a long done, and with a storm now coming tomorrow would be as well. If the storm continued she might not even be able to leave the cave the following morning, an idea that didn't sit well with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 04:11:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Zhergan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'udzagha Zhergan<br><strong>Who:</strong> Eira<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a cave<br><strong>When: </strong> Evening, 8th day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>He didn't flinch as she threw him the food, but his eye looked down on the bread and cheese he had been gifted. He picked them up and smelled them, more out of habit than any kind of suspicion. When he was a cub he had accidentally eaten spoiled food and had been sick for days. Ever since he made sure to smell and closely inspect any food he ate. Finally content with what he had been given he took a bite out of each and sat silently while chewing, eyeing his unlikely companion with curious eyes. As she threw her cloak to him he simply gave her a smile and wrapped it around himself. Having finished his food he lifted his head and listened to the wind picking up speed outside. He pulled his hands over his bald head, closing his eyes and giving a sigh of relief.<br><br>"The wind will die in the morning." He said, his voice surprisingly sharp and loud after such a long time of silence. He opened his eyes and watched Eira as she laid outstretched on the floor of the cave. She was a petite young woman, not at all made out to be a sacrifice really. "I understand you are from within the great walls, yes?" He reached out into the fire barehanded and grabbed a handful of ash and cinders. As he pulled it out there was a faint sound as if patter of small feet and far away laughter as he spread the contents of his hand out on the cave floor in front of him. "Interesting. So young too. But you were to beautiful. It punished you." He drew a line in the ashes and chuckled before looking up at her. "Or rather it was his attraction to you that punished you. Didn't sit well with her." He swept the ashes away and dusted off his hands before withdrawing them into the cloak. "Is it revenge you want or freedom? Which aches your heart the most in the cold and lonesome nights, Eira of the City?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 04:37:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Eira<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ts'udzagha Zhergan<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a Cave<br><strong>When:</strong> Evening, 8th day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>When he spoke, she jumped slightly, but only slightly. If you weren't looking directly at her, you'd have missed it. His voice was loud in the small space and had been unexpected; she'd thought he was simply going to remain silent all night! Still she was glad to hear that the wind would die down during the night. She'd been with the Pack long enough to trust to Zhergan's weather sense. When he said a storm would pass, it passed.<br><br>Then he kept talking, telling her about herself, and her eyes narrowed the more he spoke, anger darkening and flashing through those dark pools like lightening on a moonless night. As he continued, talking about her beauty punishing her, she pushed herself upright, her body tight as a bowstring and fists clenched at her sides as if resisting the urge to lash out at him. When he asked his final question, her entire body was all but vibrating with pure fury and only the knowledge that she had no hope of actually harming him kept her where she sat.<br><br>There were hopeless causes, and there were stupid causes. Her flight from the village might be hopeless (especially since he'd already found her) but hitting him, no matter how much she wanted to, would be stupid...no one had ever accused Eira of being stupid.<br><br>It wasn't much but she drew herself up to her full height where she sat, her face a cool mask that would have been fitting on a grand Lady, the Lady she would have been had she been allowed to marry.<br><br><em>She</em> thought she owned him but hers was a political match and she couldn't accept it. He had done his duty to his House through her, and was seeking a second wife, a romantic match this time, sought for love, or at least caring and respect, instead of duty and politics.&nbsp; She didn't love him, but she didn't want anyone else too either. My Mother was thrilled with the match. His rank was far higher than I could have hoped for as a First Wife and I liked him. I respected him. I was attracted to him as well. Given time I might have come to love him, who knows. I never go the chance to find out because a jealous bitch wanted to <em>own</em> her husband instead of being paired with him," she added, a low growl in her throat and her face as dark and cold as the night outside the cave.<br><br>Drawing a breath she held Zhergan's gaze squarely as she finally answered his question with one of her own, "Is there a reason I can't want both? A reason I can't despise the fact that I was shipped off to be nothing more than a slave for a people I didn't know? A reason I can't want the freedom to choose my own path, my own life, my own mate, to see what little is left of my family again...and to plunge a dagger into that soulless bitch's heart, all at the same time?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 05:06:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Zhergan.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'udzagha Zhergan<br><strong>Who:</strong> Eira<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a cave<br><strong>When: </strong> Evening, 8th day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr>He remained silent as she spoke, he could see the ember lights of the furious dark spirits whipping about her form as he voice grew more and more into something more like an animal's fierce growl. It wasn't his place to pass judgement on her or the woman that had wronged her. Jealousy tore apart greater men and women than Eira and her. But so did the lust for revenge. As she finished, asking him why she couldn't have both his gave a faint smile. <br><br>"Because you can't have both. Revenge is as much a cage as slavery, Eira. Believe me, I know..." He lowered his head for a moment, contemplating his words. He had just about said too much, told her too much. It was neither the time or place for <em>that</em> story to be told, nor he thought the right person to tell it to. He raised his head again, his expression much darker than before. "Killing her will not mend anything. It will not make the man you would have come to love yours. It will not give you back the time you lost in Kayax. It will just trap you in a cage of hatred and self-loathing and after that you will never be able to let anyone come close to you ever again. No, you will lose your freedom the day you kill her. Because it never ends. It is a spiral of self-destruction which goes down into the freezing depths of Death..." He paused for a moment and scratched his chin. "It is murder most foul. Not for survival, not for your family, not for your nation. It is an entirely selfish act to kill for revenge and it eats you up until there is nothing left but a husk. So if you find your freedom, don't throw it away by killing such a simpleminded harlot. You don't deserve it, Eira."<br><br>He laid down on his carpet of branches and pulled the cloak closer around himself. "Go to sleep now. You must leave early in the morning. I'll point you in the best direction to reach your freedom, then I will return to mine..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 05:32:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Eira<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ts'udzagha Zhergan<br><strong>Where:</strong> In a Cave<br><strong>When:</strong> Evening, 8th day of the Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>She believed him. She didn't know why, it wasn't as if he shared his story with her, yet she believed him. He spoke like a man who knew what he was saying, a man who'd experienced...something. When he said revenge could be as much a cage as slavery, she believed that he believed it. With rage still burning through her like a fire though, it was hard to believe it for herself. The longer he talked about it however, the more she let other thoughts slip into her mind. Her mother. Her friends. The life she'd wanted before it had all been ripped away from her, and some of that fury slid away with those thoughts. It was hard to hold murder and her Mother in her heart at the same time.<br><br>And then he said something that made everything in her body go utterly still. He'd said he was going to let her go. For a long moment all she could do was sit and stare at him in shock. She'd been certain that come morning he would drag her back to whatever punishment awaited a runaway Sacrifice. Or that he would lecture her, try to make her see that her slavery wasn't slavery at all, that she was, somehow, a part of the Pack; even though she knew she wasn't. He hadn't done any of that, he'd said she could go, and that he'd help her find the path.<br><br>Curling back down onto her side, she was still staring at him through the flickering light of their small fire when she murmured, "Thank you."<br><br>She didn't know what else to say and so she simply did as she was told and let her eyes close, letting sleep take her so that she would be ready when morning came and she had to trudge on through the snow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 19:39:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Ne%27iine_Vaenn.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ne'iine Vaenn<br><strong>Who:</strong> Luika, Natu &amp; K'ali (mentioned)<br><strong>Where:</strong> Several miles from Kayax<br><strong>When: </strong> 17th Day of Hunger Moon, Early Afternoon<br><br><hr><br>It was times like this that made her truly wish that she could shift. While warm and eminently practical her clothing was still no substitute for the warmth that full Tikaani always seemed to radiate, especially when said Tikaani were in wolf form. At least she was better suited for this than the sacrifices. Small blessings.<br><br>Ne'iine reached up and rubbed at her nose, trying to encourage circulation to the tip. Mother Winter knew it probably wouldn't accomplish anything, but it gave her time to wait for the others to catch up. She'd run ahead, using the trees to speed her progress as she bounced through them like some overlarge squirrel. If they didn't come soon she would just have to keep moving. Perhaps Natu had already shifted and headed straight for the perimeter they were supposed to be patrolling, or K'ali had found some herb or another to distract her off the path. Waiting for them then would leave her frozen to this blasted tree.<br><br>Though the sun had just passed its zenith, it was still frigid. And very, very quiet. Even when she strained, she could hear only the whisper of wind through the pine boughs and the distant crunch of snow, likely from either Natu or K'ali walking. There were no birds, no mammals, and so far from Kayax there could be no welcoming drift of laughter and chatter. Something had caused the forest to fall silent. Few things would cause this kind of quiet.<br><br>More time passed. Perhaps if there had been noise to distract her, she might have been able to wait more patiently. She might have even stayed long enough for her pack mates to find her. Yet the longer she was alone with the quiet, the more she wanted to know just what it was that had so upset the forest's balance. It must be something enough to stir the spirits, thus scaring away the birds and animals. Likely if it were enough to stir spirits then she should avoid it until she had someone to watch her back. Curiosity demanded otherwise.<br><br>The snow beneath her let out only the quietest 'whump' when she landed in a crouch on all fours. Soft snow, chosen for landing specifically to muffle her landing and keep her from further injury. It came at the price of snow up to her shoulders, but she was curious not <em>stupid</em>. Whatever it was that was provoking this silence, it was close and probably quite dangerous.<br><br>Unease stirred the air. Surely by now Natu must have felt it. He always seemed to be keying into some unknown force that guided his steps and let him know when something was wrong in the woods. Once more Ne'iine debated waiting for him, but this time she pushed it aside more quickly than before. She needed to know what was going on now, and given Natu's protective streak he'd probably as soon send her escorting K'ali back to camp as "let" her come along to find the source of trouble.<br><br>Fleet steps carried her. It was no particular scent nor sound that led her, just that vague uneasiness. It grew stronger as she drew closer, and with it came other things. The rustle of cloth and furs. The scent of well polished metal. The sight of a broad shouldered back. And the knowledge that what was so upsetting everything was nothing more than a <em>human</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 20:50:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f8/Yaa_Na%27aay_Natu%27.png)[/flatleft]<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Yaa Na'aay Natu'<br><strong>Who:</strong> Luika, Ne'iine, K'ali<br><strong>Where:</strong> Several miles from Kayax<br><strong>When:</strong> 17th Day of Hunger Moon, Early Afternoon<br><br>Natu was a bit on edge, something was drawing him in, he wasn't sure what it was but he it had made him lose track of both K'ali and Ne'iine. He was no longer sure if they had gone on ahead or been left far behind, he hoped that he hadn't left him behind, people hated it when he did that to them. He just hoped that they wouldn't be mad at him, it would be a long walk back in silence. He let a low growl of annoyance and shook his head, clearing away the thoughts. He had to find out what the hell he was feeling before he worried about pissing anyone off, if he had good reason to have left them he wouldn't feel half as bad about it, no matter how mad at him they were when he found his way to them again. <br><br>He picked up his speed and held his bow at the ready, arrow half notched as he looked around, coming closer to the source of his unease quickly. He was nearly silent even at the speed he was moving. He was glad that he had worn a bit of leather under his furs today, he was rather thin for a Tikaan and short for a male so the extra warmth was greatly appreciated, though they did leave him a bit unable to shift easily with the extra to strip off or let rip to shreds. He came upon Ne'iine slowly and saw the human. He raised his bow and notched his arrow, ready to loose it if need be. "What is your business here, human?" He said in a soft but demanding tone, arrow fixed on the man's back. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 04:10:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/K%27ali.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> K'ali Naggedze Luk'ae.<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ne'iine, Natu', Luika.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Several Miles from Kayax.<br><strong>When:</strong> 17th Day of Hunger Moon, Early Afternoon.<br><br><hr><br>The air was bitter as usual; Winter was a relentless mistress indeed. K'ali had taken comfort in the warmth of her wolf form (http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/112/1/7/you_are_never_born_to_hate_you_are_taught_to_hate_by_picturebypali-d4x6djy.jpg) early on, shortly after leaving the village in fact. She had discarded what little clothing what little clothing she was wearing at the forests edge, hanging behind the other two to do so; a lady had to keep some of her modesty after all. Maybe calling K'ali a lady was slightly farfetched, but you get the gist. She had always been small and that went for both forms, human and wolf. Her fur made her appear slightly chubbier than she actually was and although she looked like a little male wolf, her eyes gave away her gender. <br><br>Her paws left familiar prints in the deep snow as her overly sensitive nose stretched to the clouded skies, sniffing for anything that could be useful to the village. It took her a long while before she managed to get any scent that she didn't recognize as the cold and by this time, Natu and Ne'iine had wandered off, or maybe she had wandered off? She wasn't sure, but she could smell something oddly familiar in the nearby area of the forest. By this time, she was already far enough away from the village to loose the scent of everything there, but this smell was something that always clouded the air in Kayax. At first, K'ali was embarrassed to admit that she couldn't put her finger on the aroma, but she felt an instant pull to it and it perked her interest immediately; she had always been a curious thing. She thanked the Mother she hadn't been born a cat. Everyone knows what curiosity does to cats. <br><br>The small wolf picked up her speed out of nowhere; if her size had any perks, it was that she could be much faster than most Tikaan when she could be bothered to be. K'ali squinted ever so slightly, her hazel eyes catching sight of someone through a small opening in the few trees beyond. Finally her metaphorical finger pressed onto the smell and something clicked in her brain. <em>Human.</em> Yes, she could tell this stench anywhere. K'ali didn't slow until she was beside the half Tikaan, Ne'iine and Natu, who had already come across the wandering human. Instantly, she took up an aggressive stance, her fangs bared, her feet apart ready to strike at any moment, a soft, chilling growl emitting form deep within her throat. Who was this man? Why was he here, so close to their village? Those hazel hues didn't flinch from the man for a second, but she second guessed her actions and told herself to relax ever so slightly; she didn't want to provoke an attack. Deciding her wolf form wasn't the best thing for a wandering human to see all of a sudden, K'ali shifted, right there and then. <br><br>Her limbs stretched and fur turned to flesh. The girl straightened and then there was to much flesh, in fact, the girl had little more then her birthday suit on. K'ali's expression was netrual as she stood to full height, a couple of inches taller than Ne'iine who was to her right and the blonde placed a hand upon her hip which jutted out. She didn't even bother talking, since Natu' had already asked the stranger a question, but an eyebrow raised in a demanding manor and she narrowed her eyes to throw a slight glare his way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 19:59:54</strong>
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				(http://i.imgur.com/8W0V3xm.png)<br><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Luika Dzel Ketnesi<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Ne'iine, Natu, K'ali<br><strong>Where:</strong>&nbsp; Sadghan Lakes &amp; Forests<br><strong>When: </strong>&nbsp; 17th Day of Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>Trudging through powdery snow makes for a weary sprit in the best of people, but doing it with a broken heart and the shards of his shattered world made every step all the heavier. He had barely managed to escape with his life. It was certain even with the good head start he had they were combing every nook and cranny of the town and countryside for him. However he didn't think that they would be so bold as to set foot in a Tikkan village. No, they were afraid of the creatures, and rightly so. They were fierce, powerful and they lived more freely than any man. Three days he had been slogging through the fluffy, white stuff through endless forest but he wasn't lost. At times he questioned his sanity, but he knew it was the only way. He had to ask the Tikkan for help, much as he dreaded it. It wasn't like he was a coward but one has a certain respect for a creature that has almost killed you on several occasions. The feel of Tikkan teeth penetrating, sliding sharply down through skin, muscle, to gnash against bone was not an experience one forgets easily or takes lightly.<br><br>It had to be the Tikkan. He could hide out in outlying towns but survival there even if they didn't find him, was still slim. Eventually they would search the outlying towns. Those people were desperate and the promise of food or wealth would be too much for them to resist and he wouldn't blame them for giving him up. It was too dangerous to pass through the towns even, so he had stayed clear of them. Of course it hadn't been easy but he was more than just a nobleman, he was a soldier too and more than that an assassin, a man who knows how to keep himself alive and kill others. The first night he had not dared light a fire but curled up in a shelter made of pine branches, letting the darkness swallow him up within it's great, black maw. He didn't sleep much if at all. Recent events weighed heavy on his troubled mind. His wounded heart had been ripped from his chest by that woman. How could he have loved her? How could he be such a bad judge of character? How could he not see how she toyed with his emotions and then ripped his heart out to feast on it? That little move had almost cost him his life as his half brother attacked him when he was still reeling from the shock. He still didn't know how he could have been so blind. Was it perhaps he had not been wise to women's ways of enticing a man, leading them along? <br><br>He didn't know then but he knew now and it wouldn't happen again. No, he was through with love, through with the incredible heavenly highs of it all and then the fall to the hard rocky shores of reality. It hurt him and it was enough to break a man's sprit if he let it. However the trials of young love were nothing compared to the crushing loss he was dealt. His father, the pillar of his life, the head of the House of the Nine Mountains had fallen. Murdered by his own jealous son. He had been the light of his life, had always been there. Yes, when he found out that his father was responsible for meddling in his romantic affairs he was angry, more than angry. He could not ever recall raising his voice to the man before. It had earned him a solid rebuke and the harshest tongue lashing he had ever endured but he took it and he still loved him. That was perhaps what made it so horrific to see him laying dead in a pool of his own blood. The man he followed, the brilliant mind behind sharp blue grey eyes, the love he extended and didn't have to, the man he loved as a father as his leader was dead. It seemed an impossibility for such a strong and talented man to be killed so easily. It tore him up inside and he was thoroughly heart sick because of it. <br><br>Raw, wounded in the worst way he clenched his teeth against the howls of pain and rage he wanted to utter and once again threw himself into his work. He would bring justice to his brother. However he was in no position to do so now. Such a move would be stupid. He wanted to take his father's place beside the king and he wouldn't be able to do that if he killed his brother in cold blood. No, he had to clear his name. Besides, he couldn't kill him anyway. He had hesitated when he had him pinned against the wall, his katana against his throat all it would have taken was one flick of his wrist. He was his brother and he couldn't kill him even though there had been nothing but bad blood between them he couldn't do it. Was it a mistake? because he didn't he was sure his brother was now planning something even more vial. He knew his brother and his father had very different views on things and with his brother at the head, whispering in the kings ear it was only the beginning. His brother was too ambitious to settle in his new position for long. He had to be stopped. The truth had to come out. He wouldn't let his brother burry it along with him.<br><br>Such were his thoughts as he walked in near silence through the quiet wood. his step was a practiced one, one that allowed him to sneak up on a Tikkan. However he wasn't trying to sneak up on anything but only trying to perhaps see the Tikkan before they saw him. From there he could plan how he wanted to proceed. he took note of the direction of the wind and tried to move so he was down wind and perhaps they would not catch his scent before he arrived. There was not much he could do about the scent. His katana was polished with clove oil to keep it clean and to keep rust from it's razor edge. It was the sword that had killed his father but it was his none the less. It was wrapped in a cloth, strapped to his back to perhaps conceal it from the sight of the Tikkan because they would know the strange blade on sight as the one that belonged to Wolf Killer. He wanted a chance to explain himself rather than just being mauled to death.<br><br>It was too quiet. He stopped and quieted his breathing, ears straining to hear any sound in the silence that stretched. He was not alone now. Of this he was sure. It was a sense one gets, the hairs prickling up on the back of one's neck. The slight sound of a bow string being pulled taunt, a thin sound in the heavy silence was his only warning before a voice broke the quiet all together. He raised his hands in the universal gesture of surrender. His left hand was bandaged, a cut on his palm a token of his brother. It explained the scent of blood and he meant for him to see it knowing how keen there sense of smell was for he was sure it was a Tikkan who leveled there bow at his back. He was dressed in dark brown, fur lined leather and the cut of it would tell them he was not a common man but a man coming from some wealth. The wind shifted and he was no longer down wind of them.<br><br>A soft, rumbling growl made his heart pound in his chest and a primal fear chill his heart. His mouth went dry. He didn't like that sound. Slowly he turned his head to look over his shoulder. The Tikkan were there, two in human form, one in wolf. The wolf made him uneasy, perhaps more so than the arrow at his back. He swallowed hard and tried to force down the fear. This was a delicate situation that needed to be handled with some sense. He watched as the wolf transformed into a rather beautiful naked woman. such a sight she was, a vision right out of fantasy. A blush crept up over his face, betraying his youth but he averted his eyes like a gentleman. Yes, the Tikkan were rather free with themselves and modesty was something perhaps few of them had. He cleared his throat and finally spoke.<br><br>"I have come a long way to seek asylum from your leader." His voice was a soft but firm tenor. The kind that was pleasant to listen to. He did not give his name. He did not say from what he needed asylum. He did not tell them who he was. Those points needed to be handled carefully or he would end up dead where he stood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 20:29:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/K%27ali.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> K'ali Naggedze Luk'ae.<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ne'iine, Natu', Luika.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Several Miles from Kayax.<br><strong>When:</strong> 17th Day of Hunger Moon, Early Afternoon.<br><br><hr><br>K'ali watched as the strange humans eyes landed on her and she instantly noticed the light blush gracing his handsome features. Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip before a cheeky grin pulled at her lips. Oh, he was fun. It was a while before the funny human spoke at all and when he did, the blond frowned, tilting her chin upwards slightly. He wanted to speak to their Alpha, to Ts'itu? The naked girl didn't shift her body, but the hand holding her hip balled into a fist and she made a small 'hm' sound before parting her lip to speak. Her voice was light, but there was an unusual, husky under tone to it. <strong>"Turn, human."</strong> K'ali would wait in silence until the man turned so she could study him more. She took in the wound on his palm and the scent of blood had already mixed in with his own fragrance.<br><br>Her hazel eyes darted to glance at Natu' for a moment, staring at him as if to say not to lower his weapon at any costs, not until she felt it was safe. Humans were a hit and miss with her; some of them could be usefull, fun even, while others were not to be trusted. Maybe they were more like Tikaan than she would like to admit. <strong>"You come into our territory and request to see our Alpha? Are you mad, human?"</strong> A small snicker escaped her lips as a mischievous grin replaced her previous glare, though it was obvious she was dubious to the man's intent. <strong>"You are a funny one."</strong> Her voice had turned slightly venomous as she hissed out the words, a more serious expression on her face as she lowered her head, glowering at the man. <br><br>Taking a small step forwards towards the man, she lifted her nose to the air and gave a small sniff; his scent was almost intoxicating to her. <strong>"Do you have a death wish, human?"</strong> Her eyes turned playful then as she paused, closer to the taller man, an innocent smile playing at her lips. Her spare hand lifted to push some strands of her dirty blond hair back over her shoulder, her tanned flesh still completely on show. K'ali had no shame. <strong>"I would be quite happy to help you with that."</strong> Through her smile, she bit down sensually onto her bottom lip, her trained hazel orbs focused on the stranger. She didn't dare glance back to the other two Tikaan as she spoke once more. <strong>"State your name, human."</strong> It was obvious by her tone that it was not a request, but a command.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 01:40:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Ne%27iine_Vaenn.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ne'iine Vaenn<br><strong>Who:</strong> Luika, Natu, &amp; K'ali<br><strong>Where:</strong> Several miles from Kayax<br><strong>When: </strong> 17th Day of Hunger Moon, Early Afternoon<br><br><hr><br>There was something to be said for breasts like K'ali's. Namely that they served as a most excellent distraction at the most opportune of moments. The human certainly seemed to be baffled by them, if the blush and the way he was so determinedly looking away was anything to go on. Ne'iine barely restrained a snort. <em>Men.</em><br><br>Still, it allowed her to slip unnoticed from the scene. Back into the depths of the forest where she might hide in the shadows and clamber into the trees. If it came down to a fight she would likely prove useless to the two full blooded Tikaani, and besides that K'ali made a much better interrogator.<br><br>Ne'iine leapt for the first branch she could, climbing with agility until she had a bird's eye view on the scene. Absently she scanned the human for indicators of why he might be so far into their territory and where he'd come from. And why he was causing such a disturbance. Expensive clothing, but practically inclined. Graceful movements that spoke of combat training. Alert expression. His entire being seemed consumed by pain, for all that he now had one of the most beautiful women in the pack stalking toward him. Blood on the wind but no injuries aside from his hand, a minor wound but one that would scar. Then her eyes caught sight of the sword strapped to his back. It was wrapped in cloth but the shape and elegance of the weapon was unmistakeable.<br><br>Chill swept down her spine, but it had little to do with the frigid air. A growl burned in her throat. Without thinking of the consequences, she threw herself out from the tree. For a moment she was gloriously airborne, body twisting like that of a cat's as she prepared for landing. Then she landed. Snow sprayed up around her as she skidded into a crouch. Lips were pulled back into a snarl and her grey eyes had gone halfway to gold. She had landed near to both the man and K'ali, and she took advantage of this closeness to look to his cheek. A scar, barely noticeable, marked the skin there. "His name is Luika Dzel Ketnesi," she spat, one hand going for the knife at her waist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 05:47:33</strong>
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				(http://i.imgur.com/8W0V3xm.png)<br><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Luika Dzel Ketnesi<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Ne'iine, Natu, K'ali<br><strong>Where:</strong>&nbsp; Sadghan Lakes &amp; Forests<br><strong>When: </strong>&nbsp; 17th Day of Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>The sound the naked woman made, he was sure it was her even without looking, betrayed a curiosity, a curiosity he had hoped to entice the Tikkan with as he knew they were intensely curious beings. They would hear him. When she told him to turn to face them he glanced at the archer as if asking permission or letting him know he moved only to comply before he turned slowly to face them. He kept his cool blue eyes averted from the woman, conscious of her distracting beauty but very uneasy with her. He chose not to look at her but to look at the archer instead as the female spoke. He did not want to offend by looking at her nakedness openly, and in fact he found it to be a little too much for him to handle. The sight of a naked woman, a beautiful , naked woman was something for the bedroom and it only served to unbalance him in this context. He had to remind himself that the woman standing naked before him had been a wolf only moments ago and could be one again in moments, ripping out his throat. It sobered him. Her voice reminded him of the line he walked, the razors edge. He took a deep breath and let it out before speaking formally. "Unfortunately madam this was the best and only viable option available to me. I do not wish to be here, perhaps as much as you wish me gone, but I can assure you I am sane and my business with your alpha is of a peaceful if not profitable nature."<br><br>She wouldn't think him all that funny if she knew who he was. He certainly wasn't laughing, not with that suddenly lethal tone she adopted. It made him shift uncomfortably in the powder snow on his light feet, all senses on high alert. There was a sharp intelligence in those eyes of his as well as a vail that hid many secrets behind the troubled waters those eyes so resembled. The other woman caught his eye as she climbed the tree to take a better look. He had to force himself to be still as the woman edged closer to him. His words had been bold but they said he would only speak to there alpha on the matters of his business. Also that they might be passing up an opportunity for something valuable to there pack if they sent him away or killed him.<br><br>The way the female sniffed at him caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end as he was reminded that she was no human. She was a fierce beast that could kill him in seconds. steady...steady. He told himself as he calmed his nerves, his hands he forced to remain still despite the almost overwhelming itch to grab his sword. The playful way she taunted him like a cat with a caught mouse only set him that more on edge when she asked if he had a death wish. He didn't look at her, refused to really as she was indecent right at the moment. He just stared ahead at the archer. "Of that I have no doubt madam, however, please hear me out."<br><br>It was too late by the time she asked her question and he was about to give his answer when the female in the tree suddenly jumped down snarling, those eyes shining gold with the emotion she felt, an emotion he was all too familiar with. Then she blurted out who he was with such caustic tones and with such heat he flinched. She said it like a curse and threw it like a stone. So much for diplomacy. At the sight of her going for her knife he knew he had to do some fast talking or this would get violent quickly. "Wait! Please..." he said heart hammering in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Yes, that is my name." he said gently, slowly like you would to try to talk a dangerous person down from doing something foolish. "I'm not here to fight! Please... try to understand. Things are not always as they appear to be. I am asking to speak to your leader on matters that affect both your world and mine. I ask for asylum. Please, let me speak to your leader and then if they find me to be of no use other than to spill the ground with my blood to atone for my sins then so be it. But let them decide! I will allow you to bind me if you feel the need but only if you swear on your honor you will not kill a man who can not defend himself." Again his words were bold but soothing and made sense. Even if Ts'itu only wanted to kill him for his sins it was her choice and her rite to do so as she pleased. They had no right to decide for her, especially sense he was being so co-operative. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 06:46:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f8/Yaa_Na%27aay_Natu%27.png)[/flatleft]<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Yaa Na'aay Natu'<br><strong>Who:</strong> Luika, Ne'iine, K'ali<br><strong>Where:</strong> Several miles from Kayax<br><strong>When:</strong> 17th Day of Hunger Moon, Early Afternoon<br><br>Natu gave a bit of an annoyed growl and looked the man over for a moment before looking to the two females. "I suppose the least we can do is not kill you here." He said to the man flatly and relaxed his bow and arrow looking him over once more. "I will give you my word that you will make it to the village alive and unharmed. There." He added after a few moments while he returned arrow to quiver and slung his bow over his shoulder and then moved toward the man slowly, one hand pulling his dagger out while his other pulled a length of rope from a small pack at his waist, he often used it to help himself carry kills but it could just as easily be used to bind someone if the need arose and he didn't feel right letting the man walk with his hands free. <br><br>"Fight me and I will kill you, simple, do you understand?" He said, his tone soft but commanding, his eyes watchful as he spoke, waiting for any kind of false movement from the man. He kept his eyes on him, resisting his urge to check to make sure the two females were still behind him. It was a protective instinct he felt but he didn't do it now, taking his eyes off of the man could get him killed and he didn't want that. His senses were going a bit wild again, making his skin crawl, he felt as if something was wrong, was off but he couldn't figure out why he felt that way so he chose to ignore it and push it down for now.&nbsp; </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 21:59:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/K%27ali.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> K'ali Naggedze Luk'ae.<br><strong>Who:</strong> Ne'iine, Natu', Luika.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Several Miles from Kayax.<br><strong>When:</strong> 17th Day of Hunger Moon, Early Afternoon.<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Madam?"</strong> K'ali scoffed, tilting her head slightly to the side with an eyebrow cocked. This man seemed armed from what she could see before he turned around and the blond Tikaan found herself wondering why he had yet to attack; maybe he was smarter than she thought. Her ears picked up the sound of Ne'iine scrambling away from the group but she didn't dare take her eyes off the human in front of her. K'ali kept her cool composure, her wry grin, her open body language and she was quite happy questioning the man in front of her, even if his eyes were redirected to Natu'; she struggled with offense and hilarity. <br><br>It was only when Ne'iine came down from her hiding spot in the trees that things changed. K'ali turned her head for the briefest of seconds as the smaller girl blurted out the man's identity. The blond snapped her head back to Luika, a snarl present, her teeth bared and her eyes narrowed to a fierce glare. <strong>"The Wolf Killer?!"</strong> K'ali's stance changed. She moved into a slight crouch, her legs slightly apart and her arms moved out in front of her, raised in fists in an aggressive manor. <strong>"And you think I will allow you into our village? You really are mad, human."</strong> She wasn't laughing now. The thought of her shifting, diving onto him and ripping his throat out there and then, but she stopped herself as he blurted out an excuse of sorts. She didn't believe him, she couldn't <em>trust</em> him, for the sake of her pack.<br><br>The next thing to reach K'ali's ears was Natu's bow lowering and being placed back over his shoulder and she snapped her head to him, her eyes primitive and wild. <strong>"Are you fucking serious?! Natu' raise your bow!"</strong> She felt completely helpless as the tall, male Tikaan moved towards the human agreeing to take him to Ts'itu. The human was completely off her radar now, she felt like jumping Natu' and knocking some sense into him. Her eyes didn't change, nor her stance as she watched him remove a piece of rope from his pack. <strong>"You are fucking insane."</strong> K'ali growled, straightening ridged, her arms tight by her sides, hands balled tightly into fists, legs stomping together. She would not forgive him for this. The blond turned her wild gaze to the human once more, a more serious expression now in place. <strong>"You may not be killed, but unharmed might be a push."</strong> K'ali quickly turned to Natu' once more, her voice furiously raised. <strong>"Natu'! If harm comes to our pack because of this, know that it is your fault!"</strong> With those spiteful words as her last, the naked woman crouched and began to change once more, fur sprouting, her bones shifting and transforming to create her wold form once more. Deepen, golden-brown eyes stared at the two men and she gave an intimidating growl to the both before turning and beginning to stalk off, leading the way back to the village.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 18:15:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Ne%27iine_Vaenn.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ne'iine Vaenn<br><strong>Who:</strong> Luika, Natu, &amp; K'ali<br><strong>Where:</strong> Several miles from Kayax<br><strong>When: </strong> 17th Day of Hunger Moon, Early Afternoon<br><br><hr><br>Snow chilled the hand that Ne'iine had thrown forward to catch herself when she landed. It centered her and allowed her to realize that she had perhaps spoken too soon and too rashly. Nerves and impulse had guided her instead of true sense. While she had an urge to rip his throat out, as she suspected any Tikaan would when faced with the famed Wolf Killer, she also realized that Ts'itu would probably be irritated with them if they were to kill him outright. <em>He's a bargaining chip, if nothing else,</em> she thought. This didn't stop her from gripping the handle of her dagger.<br><br>K'ali was doing enough threatening for the both of them in any case. Sometimes Ne'iine thought that K'ali was closer to the wolf than most other full Tikaan. It would explain how she could walk around in this blasted cold in nothing more than her golden skin without actually freezing. Right now K'ali was certainly riding the edge between human and wolf, her eyes wild and snarl dangerous even as the Wolf Killer sought to explain himself.<br><br>Once he had finished, Ne'iine lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. "He does speak the truth. He'll provide a pretty ransom if nothing else. And at worst, we can kill him." Her eyes flashed briefly gold once more before fading back into a much more human grey. Now that the wolf, such as it was for her, had retreated from the surface she looked delicate and unthreatening once more.<br><br>Seemingly ever the voice of reason, Natu spoke now and eased whatever tension remained within Ne'iine herself. Ne'iine watched silently as he bound the human, and as K'ali spat out curses and threats. What an odd pair they made. Natu so calm and K'ali so spiteful. Through it all the Wolf Killer seemed to be on the verge of giving in and trying to attack them. Hopefully he wouldn't prove to be that stupid.<br><br>Given that Natu had apparently taken responsibility for the Wolf Killer, Ne'iine felt no compunction to stay. She nodded to the taller Tikaan with a light smile, grey eyes glinting. "I'll finish the patrol. You'll make sure K'ali doesn't kill it before Ts'itu sees it?" Her words were perhaps unintentionally cruel to their new captive, but she didn't much care. Once she'd received her answer from Natu, she grinned fully and bounded off toward the border.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 19:15:54</strong>
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				(http://i.imgur.com/8W0V3xm.png)<br><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Luika Dzel Ketnesi<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Ne'iine, Natu, K'ali<br><strong>Where:</strong>&nbsp; Sadghan Lakes &amp; Forests<br><strong>When: </strong>&nbsp; 17th Day of Hunger Moon<br><hr><br>The tension hung in the air. Would they try to kill him? Would he be forced to defend himself against the beasts that haunted his nightmares making him wake, drenched in his own sweat, shaking, gripping torn pillows or sheets in his hands, panting into the empty darkness. The campaigns to enforce borders and evict the Tikkan from areas too close to the human towns was bloodier than most people knew. It was not a war. It was too small scale for that, but it was like a war when the Tikkans were engaged in combat, so fierce they were. He remembered the first time he fought them, so young and stupid, so naive, so believing in his skill and ready to serve his king even if it was killing Tikkans. That arrogance, that stupidity, nearly cost him his life. He still remembered the feeling of those sharp teeth sinking through his flesh like a hot knife through butter and raking against bone. His own sword shoved deep under the breast bone of the hulking wolf like beast, piercing it's heart. He still had to pry it's clenched jaws off his arm. They had continued to snap as he pried them apart, still trying to crunch bone in it's jaws even after death. The first time he felt those teeth stayed with him, haunted him, stalked him through the shadows of his mind. It was not the last time the Tikkan's tasted his hot human blood or sank there teeth into his flesh. He met them in combat and with his sword and he killed, and killed, hacking them down like rabid animals or demons. They were not human to him. They never were. The fact that they could look just like any other person only chilled him to the bone. It was a deep fear born of violence and prejudice but he did not think himself better than them, no he had a deep respect for them. He just treated them with the same sort of caution you would a man eating tiger.<br><br>So would he die now? Torn to pieces by the magical beasts that stalked his nightmares, shifting to a human form and back into a wolven one at will? Not for the first time, and surely not the last, he questioned his sanity. Why, why, would he put his life in the hands of these beings? Why should he even trust them? He didn't trust anybody, not really, not anymore, not ever again. So why was he here? He had no choice, and more than that he needed them. the seconds ticked by, the silence was heavy, the tension thick, his heart was in his mouth and he was literally moments away from engaging them if they made a move toward attacking him. When the archer growled and then spoke up against not killing him, at least where he stood he was surprised, shocked really but perhaps more than anything relief flooded his features. He waited for him to pledge his word and when he added that he would not only be alive but unharmed by his word he was genuinely grateful for it. He didn't move which was a feat in it's self sense everything in him screamed to draw his sword. He wanted it's protection but he knew once drawn there would be blood shed. So, hands up in the gesture of surrender he stayed.<br><br>The naked female called him by his well earned bloody title, a title he looked at with shame and regret rather than pride and arrogance. Wolf Killer. His stormy eyes caught hers briefly when she spoke the title and she would perhaps be surprised to see not a vicious, insane, murdering look in his eyes but a flash of pain and grief. He never wanted that. It reminded him of the dark, angry, hate filled places in his heart. It reminded him of the days when there was a poison in his heart as he watched his lover with another man and how it ate at him inside, days not so long ago. He hadn't cared then. He had been a monster then. He looked away from her, nearly unable to bear it. His attention returned to the man who had put away his bow and drawn his blade along with some rope. Luika gave him no reason to believe he was going to attack. "Yes, I understand. Thank you sir." He added sir at the end because he did not want to speak the Tikkan's name that the blonde had shouted out in rebuke, and he did not know his title if he had one but he wanted to give him respect. He said nothing to the woman who was nearly feral with her protest. Anything he said would make the situation worse so he opted for silence and offered his wrists to the Tikkan called Natu. Everything in him protested being so helpless to them. it was like laying down at the man eating tiger's feet, bound and asking it not to eat him. This was foolish and he hoped he had not gone insane, yet it was the only way he had a chance in hell of getting there help.<br><br>Once his wrists were tied securely in the fashion Natu desired he would follow them back to the village. This was the easy part he knew. The real test was yet to come with the pack leader. It was easy enough to convince subordinates to give him parlay with there leader. There leader he hoped was reasonable, wise and willing to hear him out. if not, if there leader only saw the monster in him, only saw the Tikkan blood on his hands, only saw the countless lives he had ended, he was walking to his death. Even if they decided not to kill him he expected some form of retaliation from them. Some form of punishment for his actions before they could help one another out. If there was no killing or punishment of any sort from the leader, he wondered how the rest of the pack would feel about him. would they take matters into there own hands then? It was uncertain but he would cross his bridges as he came to them and perhaps his father's gift for diplomacy would shine through in him.<br><br>He did wonder how they knew he spoke truth. Did they smell it, sense it, feel it some how with some sort of magical sense? He didn't know. He hardly knew anything about Tikkans save how to kill them, how to tread so lightly he would not be heard by them, how to trick there sense of smell. Ah, he would have to dissuade them from using him as a ransom. He was much more valuable alive, if they gave him a chance. The other female seemed to agree with Natu and the way she calmed herself put him a little more at ease. Ts'itu. So that was the name of there leader. Her words stung but he expected worse than harsh words really. Ts'itu, wasn't that the name of a female? He hoped not. He seemed to have bad luck with females...<br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178593.msg8782851#msg8782851 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178593.msg8782851#msg8782851)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Sadghan Lake &amp; Forests</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strifesblaze7</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 02:10:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f8/Yaa_Na%27aay_Natu%27.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Yaa Na'aay Natu'<br><strong>Who:</strong> Luika, Ne'iine, K'ali<br><strong>Where:</strong> Several miles from Kayax<br><strong>When:</strong> 17th Day of Hunger Moon, Early Afternoon<br><br>"I'll do what I can, Ne'iine, go and patrol." He said to her and looked at K'ali for a moment as he thought and shook his head. "Control yourself, K'ali, there is a reason to do this, stop focusing on killing the man and you will see it." He said and looked at the man for a moment as he tied his wrists quickly and securely, he was ready for the day and the walk to be over, he didn't want to have to deal with all of this but he knew that it was best to take the man to their alpha and let her decide his fate.<br><br>"I am called Natu, not sir, I don't need human titles and know this, I'd sooner bleed you dry than take you to my village but I must do what I think is right..." He said flatly as he looked at the man and then shook his head and fell silent to let the rest of the walk happen in silence, not wanting to talk to the man and not wanting to waste his breath on an angry K'ali who would pay no mind to anything that he said in her current state. 
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