For Lin, Kris, J, and Sie. <333 If you guys need me to change this at all lemme know; just a teeny bit of PP about them chatting and stuff.
She remembered going this far north several months ago; a trip had ended with a broken arm and an even more shattered heart. Now, though, Sage knew that her father was just beyond that mountain peak. On the sunny side of the mountain, she heard his voice say. Inspired, Sage and her small party managed to clamber up it's face in good time, even without her usual steed. Smiling to herself at the prospect of nearing, she turned her head, seeing her trail of smoke and two companions close behind. "We're close now," she breathed excitedly, chest heaving from the hard work of breathing the thinner air.
The trip had taken no more than a few hours, but the steep climb had worn them all out. A relieved sigh accompanied a broad smile as the territory came into full view. It was breathtaking, and the Optio's jaw dropped in awe as golden eyes widened at the sight of the temple. It was gorgeous, and so perfectly nestled into the mountain that you might've thought it had grown there along with the trees centuries ago. A billowy plume of smoke fell from her lips before she inhaled a deep breath of the mountain's air. It was thinner, yes, but the scent was strong; her father's land smelled of life and growth, and it calmed her.
After several moments of immersion in the scene, Sage turned to her travel partners, beaming. "Well, what do you think?" The coyote could only assume that Valkyrie would love this place, too; but she wasn't so sure about Myrika. Both women were relatives in some way, but Myrika had only recently come to Inferni. It made Sage a bit uneasy, but Talitha had put quick faith in her. Either way, it was nice to have company for once; usually the tan Lykoi traveled with only the company of her steed, but with the recent dangers about Inferni, it was better to be cautious. Valkyrie's friendly chatter had been quite welcome; the russet woman had been less talkative, but pleasant enough nonetheless.
Having lingered long enough, Sage finally lifted her head and announced her presence to her father. She hoped he was near; she longed to explore the lush earth ahead of them, and to see his smiling face again.
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Sage is smokindeganj? Assumed this. XD PM me if I got dis wrong. Also rambling. :\
Myrika didn't much mind walking, but she began to wish she had ridden Eira about halfway up the mountain. Her legs were strong from controlling the horses and strong in general, with her long stride to aide her, but the climb was tiring nevertheless. She made no attempt to hide this; at one point on the trek, she had pulled off to the side to pay a visit to a nearby stream, taking a few moments to drink. Running to catch back up hadn't been so fun, but the cool mountain water had been well worth that price.
Now, they stood, gawking over the mountain ridge and to the lands beyond. Myrika looked over them critically. She had been tasked with something else along this venture, a notion she planned to keep entirely to herself. Talitha, the woman who had accepted her and part of the leadership, had tasked her to keep watch on this trip to foreign lands.
She had to prove her worth to this family. That was fine -- she would have expected some harder, darker task, but if this was all that would be expected of her -- to keep watch on the third of the leadership, and take careful stock of this foreign pack's resources -- then that was quite the relief. She did not think they had any intent to rapine this Ichika no Ho-en pack, anyway -- they would not have entrusted such a task to lowly Myrika if they intended such brutal ends for their northerly neighbor. Neither did it make sense to Myri for them to start any trouble with this mountainous pack.
Part of her wondered, however. This Sage River was also her relative, and also part of the leadership team. Why was she, a brand new recruit and distant relation, keeping watch on a leader? Even Valkyrie shared a surname with Talitha and Ezekiel both, and this simply confused Myri further. As far as Myrika was concerned, all of them were about the same degree as fifth or sixth cousins from her, regardless of their actual relationship. She could not make sense of the mess this family seemed to be or where she fit in, exactly -- no one she'd spoken to thus far remembered Rachias, and Myrika could not piece her place in these Lykoi. Inferni, however, was a different story -- she had met a few of the coyotes that were not, apparently, of her blood relation, and they were just fine.
Mmm, she murmured, rolling her shoulder in a shrug that seemed as uncertain as she felt. She had seen this side of the mountain before, once -- it was where she and her father had camped. True enough, further west along these coasts were rougher beaches, but these lands did seem in better condition. She was nervous about meeting this other unknown relative, the man who was not a part of Inferni and instead lived in these mountains. Sage's father, and something to Myrika. She wondered if he looked anything like Sage; the tan coyote seemed to have an ethereal quality to her, though Myri was not certain if that was Sage herself or the smoke that seemed as much a part of her as her hands or feet.
Looks nice enough, she said after a long pause, turquoise eyes searching for the border of these lands. Inferni's were lined with skulls; would this pack decorate their perimeter with bouquets of flowers and signs of welcome? Myrika's gaze turned toward their other companion, the pretty little thing with golden-tawny tones, beautifully coyote ears, and a petite muzzle, searching for her response. Myrika would have expected herself to be the least excited about this venture, considering her special task, but she wasn't so certain.
She needed to get out of Inferni, for she had a wandering heart normally. She loved Inferni, and she wanted to impress her father so maybe he would love her one day (even though this was wishful thinking) so she made sure to be a popular face around Inferni lands, as well as the fact that her father had dumped her siblings on her to take care of. She still was in a sea of confusion about how her father could be homosexual and still sleep with another woman to produce the three pups that had been dumped at her den entrance for her to care for. So when Sage came to her and asked if she wanted to take a trip north, across the mountains, she was only halfway hesitant but then realized that the pups would be fine under the care of the Centurion and that Freya would be fine to munch on some grass out in the fields. Hextor would come with her, his large body would be nestled on her shoulder for more than half of the trip, which had made the girl even more tired as she climbed up the mountain, tailing behind the two females whom accompanied her. The trip had been silent, which made the girl slightly uncomfortable, so every now and then she would speak of some random subject, sometimes of what she had been reading in her textbooks, other times, just random plants that they passed that they could harvest later for Inferni.
Sage, why d'ya smoke that 'erb all tha time? ya' know how smelly tha' stuff is? the woman asked, just as Sage was nearing a ledge that was their passage way into the new pack's lands. The smell that was coming from the lands was pleasant because of the flowers that they had marking their borders. Valkyrie was the last to get up to the ledge and Hextor chirped at the woman as his eyes fell upon the lands that he had flown over once before to get to the woman initially. This pack was not here then, which made the male wonder when they came, where they came from. Sage was to her right and the girl lifted her head to the sky and was calling for the leader of the mountain pack. Valkyrie huffed and she placed herself on the ground. She was tired, and not wanting to move anymore for awhile, and she made this clear by the way that she breathed heavily and she put her fingers in the horned owl's chest feathers. He cooed at the gentle touch of the female and Valkyrie cooed back at him and she rubbed her face on his wing. Hex took a piece of her hair in his beak and played with it for a moment before releasing her hair. He would fly over the lands but his eyesight was not only not good in the daylight, but it hurt to open his scarred eye in the daylight so he would only have one eye to see things with.
It's very beautiful here, but nothing like home, where you can see the ocean. she spoke, smiling before she looked at the woman whom had only said a few words throughout the whole trip. I don't think I ever met your father, Sage. He must be really cool if he is a pack leader. she spoke, trying to fill the time with idle chat so she wouldn't be bored and in silence. Too bad she didn't bring a book with her. Either way, the silence made her nervous so she smoothed out her pink dress and she looked at the frays in her dress. She wished she knew someone who knew how to fix her dresses. They were starting to look weathered to her.
PPing Nayru arriving with Raz, since I beat Kris. >
Jefferson had once warned the red-masked man of the trials and hassles of leadership — of plagues of worry and constant business, drama to settle and strangers to oust. Razekiel had no less than held the old scarred Patriarch's advice near to his heart, and with each passing dawn the coyote expected to wake with a thousand duties crying his name and calling his attention. Every day remained the same, however; a few sparse things to attend to here and there, a little bit of traveling alongside the blue roan Lark, and a number of members still to acquaintance himself well with. Ichika no Ho-en was turning out to be the peaceful paradise he had imagined it to be — they would have their share of troubles, no doubt, and by Ralla's warning he moved with increased yet subtle intent, senses on the alert even if the magic drug in his teeth and his leisurely gait spoke otherwise.
With the two-tone Nayru leading the peaceful clan alongside him, duties divided between the two and further freed up time for the man; he knew well Jefferson had not been so fortunate, supposedly leading Phoenix Valley alone for a number of years. He hoped not to be caught in a similar situation, but as there had been no issues even with their two closest neighbors — Inferni and Anathema — the coyote did not fear for the future. What would come would come, and he would see to it they were prepared for when it did.
The Onryu and Seiryu had met up a few hours prior and spent a majority of the time discussing Ichikan matters — they still needed to properly introduce themselves to Anathema of all other packs, as their own territory nearly overrode that of Anathema's within the mountain. Not only that, but the pack had been notorious for troublemakers, and was of considerable size much like Ichika — should they choose to retaliate, for whatever reason, Razekiel was not sure what would happen. He brought to light these worries with Nayru as they strolled, a frown reaching his lips and shrugging shoulders even despite the lit joint, though they were quick to disappear at the echos of a relatively nearby call from what sounded like the tip of the mountains. A great grin burst forth — what kind of father would he be if he were not to recognize the call of his own daughter? — and rushing his fellow leader, set off to meet Sage. He called out once, a quick howl denoting his understanding and excitement, and hastened on.
"Namaste, namaste!" he burst as they drew within range, his arms opened and quick to step past the two Inferni on-lookers to envelop his eldest daughter in a sweeping embrace. "I had a feeling you would be coming by soon, princess! The trees are starting to change, the wind's cool — the Mother's just swelling with pride, man!"
He stepped back, smiling and holding his hands together as he greeted those remaining. "Welcome, welcome, any friend of my daughter's is a friend of mine," he beamed, elbowing Nayru playfully in addition. "I'd say 'a friend of Ichika's,' man, but the Freedom Fighter's standing right next to me, yeah?" A hearty laugh, one filled with limitless spirit and energy, as if all happiness could be made tangible through sound alone. "I'm Razekiel, man. Real groovy to see some of the newer faces of Inferni. Had mostly men when I was there, though." He did lay his gaze on Valkyrie an extra moment, perhaps recognizing her vaguely, but he said nothing and only smiled still.
The two Ichika Ryus met that morning, as they would from time to time, and caught each other up on matters of Ichika no Ho-en. Not that there was ever a huge amount of issues to speak of. They could speak of the vineyards and the ranch and the members, but only in a positive light. Ichika was thriving still and Nayru couldn't be happier. If their speech turned towards darker things always it what went on outside their sanctuary. The war that raged in the south. Strangers who lurked just outside their borders but never within in. The surround packs and their ever ominous presence. Anathema especially. They lingered so close to Ichika no Ho-en it was hard not to take notice. Anyone passing over the mountains has to pass between the two packs, in the narrow straight that their borders formed. And yet, with such close neighbors they hardly knew anything at all.
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Nayru told the old hippie what she knew of Anathema in its present state. She had met the Anathema leader on two occasions, both had gone well and yet Naniko seemed content to keep to herself. The pack perhaps harbored trouble makers but Nayru didn't know enough to comment. The piebald Jiryu however did not mention to Razekiel that weeks ago she had come across an Anathema member and, both out of mercy and justice, put that miserable life to rest. The Reiseki had absolved that sin from her soul and now the two moved at too quick a pace for Nayru to breach such a sensitive topic about pack relations. If the truth were to become uncovered would Anathema grow angry? Or, like when Conor met his fate within their borders, would they all turn a blind eye for the sake of peace?
Even if Nayru had wished to breach the topic that day a howl interrupted their chat and Nayru simply took the cue from Razekiel. The coyote had spoken of Sage coming before, and realizing it was probably she upon their borders Nayru quickened her step alongside the man. When the two of them reached the three Infernians Nayru held back, allowing the man to make what he felt a proper and warm greeting to his offspring, and Nayru's eyes floated over the figures of the other two. The young girl and her bird, and the third who made the image of Talitha flash before her mind although the two did not look too much alike at all. When a lull had come in Razekiel's greeting Nayru grinned the man and then moved to embrace Sage with a warm clasp of her hand. The woman's warmth in comparison to Talitha's coldness still resonated within Nayru's memory.
“Greetings, greetings. Namaste.” Her gentle voice paled in comparison to Razekiel's more robust greeting. Nayru directed the customary bow to the two strangers, an easy smile upon her thin ebony lips. “Welcome to Ichika. My name is Nayru.” And surely that was enough for now as she let her voice drop to inaudible levels.
"I've grown to love the smell of the smoke," Sage said as she exhaled some of it with a shrug. After a lifetime of exposure, it smelled sweet as honey to her. Even now, she took a breath of the musk through her nose, smiling in enjoyment as golden eyes absorbed the vast and marvelous landscape. Her companions seemed unimpressed, but she was not discouraged. It was splendid. "I think it's absolutely gorgeous." Razekiel had chosen his land perfectly; it was like paradise to the tawny Lykoi. She was beaming with excitement as they waited, proud of the father she thought she'd lost.
The small troupe hadn't waited long before a familiar voice echoed in reply to her call. He's coming! Still grinning widely, she moved forward a few steps to get a better view. "They're coming! she exclaimed when she could see movement below. The wind brought her two scents, and both she knew instantly. Father had brought Nayru! Sage's impression of the two-toned former Dahlian had been positive; the woman was kind and seemed peaceful, unlike her own cousin Talitha. Clearing her throat, she preened herself for a moment as they approached.
"Daddy! she exclaimed, running forward into his outstretched arms. She hugged him close, so happy to see him again after too many days. "Oh, it's so beautiful here! What a wonderful place... can we see more?" she cooed dreamily, hoping, as she pulled back from her father as he chatted with Valkyrie and Myrika. Beaming fully again, she stepped over to greet Nayru happily as well. "Good to see you again, Nayru!" Sage extended a friendly hand to shake the Ichikan's white one. "You two chose such a perfect territory; it really is stunning..."
The tawny canine had been quietly observing. She did this normally, of course, but on this mission, the tan hybrid had been specifically tasked with keeping an eye on Sage and the leaders of this foreign Ichika pack. Myri knew nothing of any foreign packs, and she was nervous; in all likelihood, this contributed to her silence. This Razekiel was her blood, true enough -- but so was most of Inferni, too. She didn't trust anyone based solely on blood. Kharma had warned against this too many times for Myrika to fall prey to that.
Valkyrie sat with a whuff of air from her lungs, and Myrika's turquoise gaze shifted toward the girl. Myrika was almost certain Valky was her age or even younger -- why was she so tired, then? Myrika did not comment or ask, but sidled a bit closer to her traveling companion, offering forth a waterskin and a smaller pouch which contained jagged squares of thinly-sliced meat. Myri had smoked and salted it herself, and she was quite fond of the taste. Biting in was like biting into smoky fire and salted ocean itself.
The tawny woman nodded a non-committal response toward Sage, but swung her provisions toward the other woman after Valkyrie had her turn, too. Beautiful, sure -- Myrika could agree, but she was not bowled over by these lands. Scenery rarely captured her -- the tawny coyote was generally much more interested in her compatriots. This had arisen from a lifetime of watching; she had needed to observe her peers to ascertain whether or not they were mocking her in youth, and this had translated to a general wariness and a gift for social observance in adulthood. A twinge of suspicion pinched somewhere in her ribcage, and the tawny woman squirreled this notion away for later, finding it curious but unable to force it to germinate into a fully-fledged thought.
They didn't have to wait long -- a dark gray man and a piebald woman appeared, the former charging forth to encircle Sage in a hug. Apprehensively, Myrika stepped back toward Valky, quite fearful she would be subject to the same treatment for one fleeting instant. She didn't have to worry, however, as the man -- Razekiel, as she had already assumed -- introduced himself to her and Valkyrie with far less fanfare. Myrika smiled almost grimly, fresh nervousness still fluttering in her chest. The piebald woman spoke softly, and Myrika was put at ease by the kindnes of her tone.
Sage was excited. She should be -- Razekiel was her father, and Myrika had reacted much the same upon seeing Kharma again. She smiled thinly at the thought, too caught in the moment to allow the memory of her father to completely lift her apprehension. This was a good thing, though -- Myrika needed her wits about her for this mission, and edginess was useful at times.
Myrika Tears, she offered politely, the smile she offered touching her blue-green eyes. Good to meet you and Ichika, she said, offering her own imitated bow, inclining only her head to the earth and lifting it back upward quickly enough. She wondered what this "namaste" word meant, though she did not inquire, fearing it would be rude.
Word Count → 534 :: Sorry for the wait i really suck >.<'
I always find a way To keep you right here waiting
Sage had answered her exasperated question, telling Valk that she had grown to love the smell. Valkyrie had smelt the scent around Inferni frequently but never had taken to liking the smell, nor had she tried the intoxicating drug that many of the Infernians used. She shrugged her shoulders figured she would not argue. Many Luperci had their own opinions and she seemed to be the one whom had a different one today. Sage had spoken of how she thought the Ichika lands were gorgeous, and while Valkyrie did think it was pretty, she was in love with the fact that Inferni was on a coast and that there was water that she could see. She loved the ocean and would not dare to trade it for a mountain. Again, Valkyrie kept her mouth shut about her opinions though, because she did not want to insult her Optio's father's lands. Myrika then had offered her water, and food, and Valk did not refuse them, instead she gladly took the food and water, and munched on a piece of yummy meat, and drank some water, but was quick to return the food and water to the woman, a smile on her face as she did so. Thank you so muchs Myrika, tha' wassa' nices of ya'. she spoke to her distant cousin. How'd ya' make dis' meat tastes like dat'? Tastes AMAZING. she complimented the woman on her cooking, and wished that she could cook like that. Maybe Myrika would teach her one day.
Soon they would be approached by a rather eccentric male, saying something about "nameste" which was an unknown word to the woman, for the wolves she had been around did not use the word, nor did anyone in Inferni. Her face took a confused face and she cocked her head, large ears giving her that 'curious puppy' look. Seconds later another Ichikan had come up to them, a spotted wolf whom looked somewhat like a moo cow with her patterns. Valkyrie got up finally and brushed off her pink dress and smiled at the two that had greeted her and the group. Myrika had introduced herself first, and for the moment in which Sage's father had been so excited to see her, Valkyrie was slightly jealous that her father did not find her return to be as exciting. In fact, she had never even seen a smile on her father's face. Valkyrie wondered what it would be like to see Hybrid smile, and be happy with her, but she knew that this was just wishful thinking, that her father was a prude, and always would be til the day he perished. She was sad that she did not get the same attention from her father that Sage did, but she guessed that whatever didn't kill her made her stronger emotionally. She forced a smile on her maw, even at the thoughts of jealousy, but she did not bow her head, instead she looked at each of the leaders of Ichika and she grabbed the sides of her dress and she gave a curtsy. It's a pleasure, I'm Valkyrie de le Poer. she spoke to them, the smile still gracing her lips.
Pleasure's all mine, man, the Seiryu grinned, offering a wink to Valkyrie and Myrika before smiling next at Nayru. "I think we can manage a tour, hmm? Come along, ladies, there's plenty to see."
I did not know the ladies of Inferni were so beautiful nowadays, he chuckled as they walked, bordered on both sides by foliage of brilliant hues. Makes me think I shouldn't have beat feet from that place so soon, man. It was idiocy, of course, and even he knew that: Razekiel did not fit there any longer, despite his mother having founded the joint and the majority of the members being fairly close relatives. Most of all, the coyote was fairly certain he was much too old for either of those ladies, anyway. Ah, well.
Much of the individual areas to sight-see were fairly spread out and distant from one another, thus Razekiel and Nayru led them along the mountainside while they made for small chatter and conversation. Dahlia Valley, he would say as they stood at one of the broad valley's peaks, the stretch of land between mountains littered with colors of autumn. We have a Phoenix Forest too, man. Had to remember Dahlia de Mai and Phoenix Valley somehow.
He allowed them a moment for admiration, then spoke up once again. How is Inferni these days, man? Is my big brother still hangin' around, Gabriel? Samael, maybe? Kaena? Ah, my family is always so far away...
“A pleasure Myrika, Valkyrie.” Again Nayru dipped herself low to them, a delicate curtsey as she considered the two strangers. The surname Tears meant nothing to the lady, yet the family name offered up by the youngest of the three brought memories of Larkspur and Harlowe fleeting before her mind's eye. Did the little girl know of them? Or did she only know of her family in Inferni of which, Nayru guessed, there were many. It was very likely that the three Infernians before her were all related and that Nayru was the outsider in this gathering, but this fact did not bother her. It was shortly before the downfall of Dahlia that the two toned woman learned of her own missing surname: Sadira. And yet she had never known another Sadira either. That she had for a spell been living alongside her own blood in Dahlia de Mai was still unknown to her and Nayru only knew two absent sisters and forgotten parents as her blood. And yet in family she lacked not, for she knew within Ichika she had countless brothers and sisters beside her.
Razekiel's suggestion elicited an enthusiastic nod from the woman and she fell in alongside the others, sweeping with her hand entry to their pack. As they moved she silently would point here or there at something, a flower or a strangely formed rock whenever she caught the eyes of one of the coyote hybrids but the fairy woman stayed mostly silent, letting Razekiel's chatter fill in the gaps between the five of them. When Razekiel revealed Dahlia Valley Nayru smiled a bit, thinking how though their traditions had transcended from the old to the new, names had carried over also. And yet, so many would be forgotten. Nereid. Oyvind's Island. Oberon's Spring. Nayru knew all these names and yet how many others remembered? With a shake of her head she let the memories slip away, knowing it was best to let go and her whispery voice piped up as if her words were relevant to the conversation. “If we climb to one of the higher peaks, we can look down and see our shoreline.”
Whether the wind had swallowed her soft words or not Nayru did not wait for any replies, casting her eyes towards where the ocean would be if the trees of the mountain did not block their view. Her ears perked at Razekiel's words, cherry eyes turning to him and brows raising in interest. Yes, his family was so far away, but the lady laid a gentle hand upon his arm as if to say "what of us? we here are your family." The tiny woman then giggled slightly and retracted her hand, turning to Sage and the others as if she too were eager for news of relatives in Inferni.
i'd like to wrap this up kinda quickly if possible. if it sits for too long i'm just gunna archive it, if no one minds. <333
The more they revealed, the wider her eyes grew and the more excited she became. Sage could see herself spending all of her days in a place like this; so lush and green and vibrant. The smell alone was intoxicating, and she longed to roll around in the sun-kissed grass. This was not the time for such antics, though, and she merely kept the oversized grin plastered on her face, beaming as her father boasted about his land and flirted (harmlessly, of course) with the other ladies. He had a right to boast, she thought; this place was beautiful, and the mountaintop territory was ideal, in her mind.
The troupe finally came to a rest upon a broad peak of land; below it exploded with a rainbow of fantastic colors. All she could see was Autumn, and it was stunning. Her lips fell open as she stared out over the Dahlia Valley. A beautiful place with a beautiful name, she thought. "It's beautiful, daddy..." she cooed softly, brushing the hair from her eyes. The wind blew gently here, and the sun shone just perfectly above them. She was entranced and nearly dreaming when he asked about Inferni again. Shaking her head, she turned to him. "Gabriel is gone now," she said sadly, glancing towards Myrika and Valkyrie; had they known him? "and I don't know Samael, but... Kaena is still around," she finished brightly, smiling. Her grandmother had shown her age in the past few months, but Sage tried not to think about it. Her times spent with Kaena were always memorable, and she hoped that the woman would be around for a long time still. "Lots of other family there, though... lots of cousins," she laughed; it had always been true, and she wondered if it would ever be different. Maybe it was best that way, though.
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Archival whenever works by me. <3 Myrika is awkwardsauce. :b
Myrika is by me!
It had taken Myrika until just then to realize it. Upon really seeing the dark man with his rust-splashed muzzle, it occurred to her that she was related to him, too. He was her uncle, or a cousin, or something like that -- something distant. Myrika boggled at this a moment, twisting an ear backward in confusion as they walked along. She had been distracted from her purpose a moment, but the hybrid still took in the scenery, peering around at their lush surroundings. This was good land, to be sure, but the rusty-hued woman felt she might make a home anywhere -- the terrain did not matter so much to her as the canines within the pack.
Razekiel spoke two names, neither of which the Caelum recognized. Dahlia de Mai and Phoenix Valley -- places to be remembered? Packs? Someone had mentioned this pack had come of a merger; Myrika then assumed they were Ichika's predecessors. She wondered how Razekiel had gotten drawn into the mix -- he was a coyote, and had been of Inferni. Some might think he'd be hard-pressed to find trust among wolves, but the man seemed perfectly at home here. Myri considered this carefully, noting the quietness of the two-toned woman. Nothing in her seemed unfriendly, and Myri thought she must be a quieter sort. She could relate -- the rusty woman wasn't quite sure what to say, trooping along.
Her silence bore down on her, and Myrika soon felt everyone was waiting for her to speak, though the conversation seemed to be progressing just fine without her. When the woman of Ichika spoke again, though, she spoke up, perhaps too enthusiastically. I'd like to see that, she barked, and then seemed to wither, realizing the loudness of her voice and the atonal way her comment had come out. I like the coast, I mean, she added, muttering. Her cerulean gaze fixed somewhere distant in the woods, and she followed along aimlessly, having little to add to the conversation of family -- she was an outsider to them all, anyway.
OOC: yeah archiving this whenever is fine with me, it's starting to get painful to post in this thread really. +3
Soon a tour of the place had started, and Valkyrie felt anxious about stepping foot into the other territory, because it was not home, even though they were invited in. She had begun to think about why she had come with Sage and Myrika in the first place. It was not like she knew any of these wolves, nor did she particularly care about this Ichika place. She stayed silent during this meeting, which was a signal that she was uncomfortable, and bored, but if any of these people really did know her, then they would know that, but they didn't and they wouldn't realize that she was bored and tired. She followed along though, her large ears pointed towards the man as he spoke. Her eyes would dart back and forth to Sage and Raze as they spoke to each other, and then to Nayru as she finally had said something about seeing the shoreline. That would have been Valkyrie's favored destination, and it didn't seem that she was the only one because Myrika had piped up, excitedly. Valkyrie giggled at the red nosed girl. Valkyrie would have spoken about the two packs that were now one, but she did not particularly know of the two packs, for she had been solely in Inferni when those packs were around, though she did know about the war between Inferni and Dahlia, she did not comment on it because it would have brought up a sour conversation and mood to the peacefulness that this place seemed to radiate.
I woulda' loved ta' see teh sea too! Valkyrie spoke, just as excited as Myrika had gotten. There's always sum'thin 'bout teh sea dat issa so greats. the woman spoke, a bright smile on her maw as she looked over to the tawny hybrid who's fur was like the sand of the beaches themselves. Bet ya' would play uh mean game of hide an' seek, dere Mimi. she spoke to Myrika, giving her a nickname of "mimi" for some odd reason. Maybe she had gotten bored of the woman's name or something, but she didn't do it out of disrespect, if anything it was out of endearment for the woman. Myrika had proved that the two had more in common than they might have thought before. Valkyrie giggled again, seemingly for no reason, truth was, her mind was being active and imagining herself and Myrika playing hide and seek on a beach and Valk not being able to find Myrika in the sand, then the woman randomly popping up from the sand and scaring Valkyrie. It was an entertaining thought to her, and so she had giggled about it.
