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Posted on November 1, 2013 at 05:20:54 PM by Everchime
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Mortz was late following the others, he had taken his leave (painfully we might add) from the young she-wolf of Diveen, he didn't understand what was going on, but Everchime had often told him the things she felt late at night when they lay curled in the den, when ever the wolf she called her Shadow wasn't around she had felt a hollowness within herself, as if something was missing. Was this the same thing? would she be able to help him with this? Probably, she was so smart, he bet she'd know how to help him out. The further away from Diveen that he got the more and more he felt that same hollowness that Ever had talked about, though his was deeper. It seemed like he had left half of himself behind with the she-pup. He wasn't that old, but old enough to know where his duty lay and he had to go back with Ever. As he came upon the group he saw her Shadowman with her and the golden boy Pan. Mortz was big, even for his age, he was huge.
The biggest guy there was Pan, two others where there but he could only see one, he could smell the she-wolf hiding off a short distance away, perhaps she would come out of the wood work and show herself. Coward he thought for a moment to himself but he positioned himself next to Pan, Mortz, though a three year old, was already at his full weight of 211 pounds and at 40 inches high, he still needed to fill in two extra inches. But at this little gathering he would be the tallest, buffiest wolf here. His muscles had filled out with age and he was the peak of perfection. He'd trained here and there with previous alpha's and Weylin had taught him some pretty nifty tricks of the trade so he felt he would be capable of helping should these others put up a hassel. Had it been their scent that he had found around the boarder before he'd gotten here? a few quick sniffs told him that yes, this was indeed the pair that had, it seemed... taken Glorall from Rhoe. He does not like this. Shadowman looks stiff and attentive, perhaps passive agressive if he could nail it down but he wasn't perfect when thinking of this sorta stuff.
He never takes his eyes off the male before them, he spoke of intrusion and Mortz merly rolled his light golden eyes. your the intruder, if you want to get technical he thought to himself but stayed quiet. This was an adult matter and though he was pretty much an adult he was just here because of Everchime, Pan and Shadowman.
Ever noticed the stiffening of Vidar and the feelings of anxiety wash over her, she nuzzles the side of his face after she let out the howl, trying to comfort him in this hour, something is not right and he knows why. She has some semi-balance of knowledge, Glorall is an unstable pack and has gone through many new owners. She doubts that Rhoe made it out of the battle the victor if someone else's scents are all over the place. He bites the side of her shoulder gently, like a nibble, any other time and she might have thought it affection but she knows through his feelings of worry and.. it wasn't fear but something else, anticipation? probably the anxiety that she'd thought she'd felt before. He speaks then, telling her in short form what had happened to his eye, that it was his sister who had done it to him. Her mouth is open now, slack jawed, how could a sibling do such a thing? she thought for a moment but her mouth snaps shut and a determined look spreads across her features just as Pan showed up and let his muzzle carry across her own, she leaned in slightly glad to have her friend here with them.
"do not feel shame," she says her pumpkin spice eyes a blaze, not with fury so much, but with that determination that she will get them all away from here and to a safe place, she would do this thing. Her nose pokes under his chin, lifting his face up so that he could sit straight and tall, proud perhaps. She was his, and she wouldn't let this sister of his attack without giving her a good what for. She would have chuckled at Pan's long winded explanation of what was going on had the circumstances been anything other than what they where. She gave him a firm nod "this is true, no one will hurt you my love" she whispered into his ear before turning at the sounds of another. One she couldn't see, her ears perked forward and she tested the air with her nose coming to the conclusion that it was one of the leaders, female... this would be Vidar's sister.
Her hackles raise ever so slightly until a male of pale comes forth, giving herself a shake she settles her hair down as he speaks to them. Another friend comes forward, her adoptive son. Mortz has grown increadibly well over the past few years and he's much taller than those who show themselves now. With Vidar on one side and Pan on the other she feels a bit more secure in her position, adding Mortz youthful and mega size only aides in this. She is surrounded by family and this makes her happy, really truely happy. "Intruders we are not," she said with a firm voice, her vocals though heavy with determination and tainted slightly with doubt on this males words, he looks so different from Vidar, but she does not keep her mind on this. "This was our home before you took it from our leader," she said with a steely gaze. "...that other" other... that sister. She does not like this man, nor the other he speaks of. He had sullied this land, only tarnishing it slightly more than it was before with past leaders. It would probably be no time at all before he too would loose his place here as well. "Glorall is cursed, this I truely believe. Have the land, but know that you... like so many others that tried before, will not keep it" this she was confirmed of. This she knew would happen. It had happened so many times before.
"talks like this"
Everchime
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - mother ofAerith & Mortz - child-minder - glorall
Mortz was late following the others, he had taken his leave (painfully we might add) from the young she-wolf of Diveen, he didn't understand what was going on, but Everchime had often told him the things she felt late at night when they lay curled in the den, when ever the wolf she called her Shadow wasn't around she had felt a hollowness within herself, as if something was missing. Was this the same thing? would she be able to help him with this? Probably, she was so smart, he bet she'd know how to help him out. The further away from Diveen that he got the more and more he felt that same hollowness that Ever had talked about, though his was deeper. It seemed like he had left half of himself behind with the she-pup. He wasn't that old, but old enough to know where his duty lay and he had to go back with Ever. As he came upon the group he saw her Shadowman with her and the golden boy Pan. Mortz was big, even for his age, he was huge.
The biggest guy there was Pan, two others where there but he could only see one, he could smell the she-wolf hiding off a short distance away, perhaps she would come out of the wood work and show herself. Coward he thought for a moment to himself but he positioned himself next to Pan, Mortz, though a three year old, was already at his full weight of 211 pounds and at 40 inches high, he still needed to fill in two extra inches. But at this little gathering he would be the tallest, buffiest wolf here. His muscles had filled out with age and he was the peak of perfection. He'd trained here and there with previous alpha's and Weylin had taught him some pretty nifty tricks of the trade so he felt he would be capable of helping should these others put up a hassel. Had it been their scent that he had found around the boarder before he'd gotten here? a few quick sniffs told him that yes, this was indeed the pair that had, it seemed... taken Glorall from Rhoe. He does not like this. Shadowman looks stiff and attentive, perhaps passive agressive if he could nail it down but he wasn't perfect when thinking of this sorta stuff.
He never takes his eyes off the male before them, he spoke of intrusion and Mortz merly rolled his light golden eyes. your the intruder, if you want to get technical he thought to himself but stayed quiet. This was an adult matter and though he was pretty much an adult he was just here because of Everchime, Pan and Shadowman.
Ever noticed the stiffening of Vidar and the feelings of anxiety wash over her, she nuzzles the side of his face after she let out the howl, trying to comfort him in this hour, something is not right and he knows why. She has some semi-balance of knowledge, Glorall is an unstable pack and has gone through many new owners. She doubts that Rhoe made it out of the battle the victor if someone else's scents are all over the place. He bites the side of her shoulder gently, like a nibble, any other time and she might have thought it affection but she knows through his feelings of worry and.. it wasn't fear but something else, anticipation? probably the anxiety that she'd thought she'd felt before. He speaks then, telling her in short form what had happened to his eye, that it was his sister who had done it to him. Her mouth is open now, slack jawed, how could a sibling do such a thing? she thought for a moment but her mouth snaps shut and a determined look spreads across her features just as Pan showed up and let his muzzle carry across her own, she leaned in slightly glad to have her friend here with them.
"do not feel shame," she says her pumpkin spice eyes a blaze, not with fury so much, but with that determination that she will get them all away from here and to a safe place, she would do this thing. Her nose pokes under his chin, lifting his face up so that he could sit straight and tall, proud perhaps. She was his, and she wouldn't let this sister of his attack without giving her a good what for. She would have chuckled at Pan's long winded explanation of what was going on had the circumstances been anything other than what they where. She gave him a firm nod "this is true, no one will hurt you my love" she whispered into his ear before turning at the sounds of another. One she couldn't see, her ears perked forward and she tested the air with her nose coming to the conclusion that it was one of the leaders, female... this would be Vidar's sister.
Her hackles raise ever so slightly until a male of pale comes forth, giving herself a shake she settles her hair down as he speaks to them. Another friend comes forward, her adoptive son. Mortz has grown increadibly well over the past few years and he's much taller than those who show themselves now. With Vidar on one side and Pan on the other she feels a bit more secure in her position, adding Mortz youthful and mega size only aides in this. She is surrounded by family and this makes her happy, really truely happy. "Intruders we are not," she said with a firm voice, her vocals though heavy with determination and tainted slightly with doubt on this males words, he looks so different from Vidar, but she does not keep her mind on this. "This was our home before you took it from our leader," she said with a steely gaze. "...that other" other... that sister. She does not like this man, nor the other he speaks of. He had sullied this land, only tarnishing it slightly more than it was before with past leaders. It would probably be no time at all before he too would loose his place here as well. "Glorall is cursed, this I truely believe. Have the land, but know that you... like so many others that tried before, will not keep it" this she was confirmed of. This she knew would happen. It had happened so many times before.
"talks like this"
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - mother of
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