Eye of the storm
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The blizzard had rolled in without warning, cutting Regner off from the nearby mountains and the potential shelter they provided within a matter of minutes. While the area had already been covered with snow the sheer force of the storm made Regner's cloak useless to keep out the elements and so the old wolfdog had quickly moved to shelter, bunkering down as best he could in the forest.

Currently the hybrid could be found curled up in a small hollow under some tree roots in his hulking Secui form, the well built form providing him with the most warmth through its thick fur and muscles. However it wasn't his own warmth that Regner was worried about, but the warmth of the being that was current wrapped in a nest made from Regner's cloak and other clothing. Almost as if taking cue from his thoughts Adelle popped her head out of the bundle of cloth, fur and leather, having found a hole in the construct where the hood was.

Regner chuckled as Adelle peered over curiously, her eyes roaming past him to the raging storm outside, and gently lowered his face to meet hers. A muzzle not far from bigger than Adelle's entire head gently moved down and nudged her. Adelle licked Regner's muzzle briefly, her small pink tongue running over a scar o his lower lip, and Regner responded in kind, his tongue covering her entire head in one lick, enticing a squeak of protest from Adelle and a chuckle from Regner himself.

Satisfied that Adelle was in good spirits Regner leaned over and tugged the hood on his cloak so that is covered Adelle once more before turning his head to survey the outside world once again, coppery eyes staring into the swirling white of the blizzard as he waited for the storm to abate.
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Ilusion Lykoi


Word Count → 400+ :: here, she is not that happy but with the puppy (when she sees her) she will lighten up. Lol (Ruddy=Helotes) Also she is wearing a dark brown fur cloak to keep herself warm, Form: Optime
In the coding the Spanish is "Oh how wonderful.. it doesnt seem to show up ><


She was finally in; she had explored some of the grounds of her new home. Right now her few things were resting lightly in the corner of her Ruddy’s room, unsure if she was getting her own or what. It was strange being in a pack this so much of her family though she had never met any of them yet. A soft scoff came from the dark coyote, she was home and yet she was now traveling away from the comfort of her brothers. Sure it wasn’t that far off but something strange happened, snow began to fall from the sky rapidly and the wing cute through her fur cloak. What the fuck was this? She has just gotten use to the idea of the little snow she saw around this place and now it was going to kill her with its icy grip?


Oh hell no, she would never die like that. Her body shivered in protest of that thought as she hugged the warm cloth closer to her curved frame. This was ridicules, not only was it cold the stupid snow was now taking away her vision as she stuck her hand in front of her ad tested the way the stupid wind covered it with snow. A loud growl escaped her lips as she pulled the hood over her head only to douse herself with cold snow. ¡Oh, qué maravilloso! She growled in her favorite language. Her teeth chattered as she tried to find her way back home but only found herself moving in stupid circles. Now this was great, she hated this place now! Why did Helotes even like this stupid area, this was just crazy!!

Again her body shivered and she growled at the action before only jumping lightly at the strange shriek that the wind gave her. She had to find shelter, wandering like this would be her death and not was aggravating to the fiery hybrid. Her hands searched as she moved around the trees to find an opening in the roots, she found on and her limp tail wagged softly in relief. She quickly slipped in and shook her fur lightly, ”Stupid place, stupid snow, stupid cold!” She shivered in anger, finally using English once more. Her golden eyes searched the dimly lit enclose only to finally notice other occupants; wow this cold weather even made her nose not work. ”Ah I am sorry I did not notice someone else was here, I am not going back in that stupid stuff.” her voice had a soft accent, her tone soft and smooth. Though she showed her disgust of the weather as she shivered lightly and moved a little closer to get further away from the freezing opening. Her ears pinned further against her head as she showed displeasure for the small space and for the weather, she did not like being in this place with a stranger but seeing her position she chose to not convey that.


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Black lips curled backwards from their gums revealing an impressive set of teeth as a strange canine burst into the hollow and the scent of Inferni flooded Regner's nostrils. Quick as lightening his muscles tensed, mind racing as he looked to see if Inferni had decided that arguments with two of its border guards was not something that one would walk away from.

But the stranger showed no signs of aggression, in-fact they seemed unaware of his presence until they had entered the hollow, and the scent of Inferni only clung weakly to their fur, faint enough that he had only picked it up through paranoia. This was evidently a newcomer to the coyote pack, not somebody that would be sent out for a revenge killing so Regner lowered his hackles and covered his teeth, coppery eyes gazing at the woman with a less hostile but still intense gaze as he tried to measure her with eyes alone.

The stranger was, typically of Inferni, a coyote hybrid. Like many of her kind she stood much smaller and lighter than himself. If Regner was a younger canine, and less biased against coyote, he might have considered her beautiful with her lithe figure and long flowing mane, but those instincts were long dead and he viewed her physical characteristics in other lights now; her lithe figure meant he could hopefully overpower her if need be, her mane a liability and easy target in a grapple.

Still there was no need for the situation to get violent, indeed the stranger seemed amiable, if angry towards the weather which he could sympathise with, especially considering how unsuited to cold weather the stranger looked.When Regner opened his mouth his voice was gravelly but not aggressive, " Tag det roligt, it is no worry. Please, sit" Regners words were halting, showing his inexperience with the English language, but polite and he motioned to a small spot besides him where his own body had blocked the snow from accumulating.

As he did so there was a wriggling from inside the cloak and Adelle popped her head out to gaze at the stranger in the hollow, one of Regner's spare pipes clenched in the small puppy's mouth in an imitation of her grandfather. Evidently Adelle had wormed her way into one of the cloaks inside pockets and then poked her head through an unrepaired rip within.

The sight caused Regner to stop dead for a few moments before he raised his head and let a load bark of laughter loose from his lips, powerful lungs propelling the loud sound around the burrow and startling Adelle who dropped the pipe and yipped unhappily at Regner before returning her gaze to the stranger, her tongue dangling out of her mouth. "That is my granddaughter, Adelle. I am Regner, Betydning of the Broderskab pack." The introduction of himself was slightly pompous and also outdated considering the packs fate but his title was a source of pride to Regner and was one he would hang on to for as long as possible. His piece said and his introduction complete he lowered his head back onto his paws and waited for the stranger to respond.
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Ilusion Lykoi


Word Count →897 :: Form changed: Secui


She felt the air around her thicken when she entered the unknown space; though by the time she turned and spoke to the stranger. Her eyes were caught by his golden fur, strange to see on a wolf but from his features she was guessing he had none of the pesky blood of a wolf. Her nose was useless right now; the icy winds had made it cold and numb. Leaving her at a disadvantage to well anyone right now, this made her discomfort grow even more. She did not know this dog, nor could she truly get a good scent off of him. Her fur bristled only very lightly at this fact before she tried to calm herself and shake it off as irritation for the storm. He spoke strange words, sounding nothing like the foreign language she spoke. No this sounded strange to her, thankfully he corrected himself so that she could relax at the fact he let her stay without a fight.

It was far too cold for a meaningless fight, why waste such precious body heat fighting when you could keep yourself warm. Her ears laid flat once more as she noticed how small this space really was, but her lupus form was far too short furred for this weather. Slipping off her cloak she looked away from the stranger, letting the pain of this action crash in waves against her lithe form. This was never an attractive move for her but she would rather fit and be warm that be too big and freeze. Bones cracked and formed her new form, one she only used in fighting but this time she needed for the warmth. When she was finished she shook her fur out, stretching the unused form and looked at larger male.

Her ears jerked up in surprise, was this man really going to let her sit so close to him after his reaction to her scent earlier? A soft smile played on her lips as she moved to the small spot to her newly shifted form to the small spot that was perfect in size for her small body even in this form, this man was far too old for her taste and in this form she did not express her curves in her movements. Instead she just laid down, she was not in a flirting mood or any other form of mood. Sadly the storm killed that part of her right now, stupid cold snow.

Her mouth opened to tell him thank you for the rather warmer spot than the one by the door, but something stopped her. Her gold eyes moved to the small movement of the bundle of cloaks on the floor next to him, a head popping out of one of the coat’s pockets holding a pipe in her teeth. In that instant her heart melted, she no longer felt very irritated by her numb nose and toes. Her eyes just looked at the little girl with a motherly smile on her face, god she was adorable.

The pup made herself cuter as the dog laughed, startling the girl to drop the pipe and bark at him in protest. She could not help but let her stifling giggles chime in with his booming laughter, now that was adorable. Though the moment faded lightly when the stranger now called Regner spoke once more, ah introductions she always seemed to forget those. With his tone on his title she smiled softly and let her normal attitude seep through. ”Well it’s a pleasure Regner, and Adelle darling.” her tone only shifting from a slight haughty infliction to a motherly tone when she spoke to Adelle. She could not help it, this was her and she tended to have that tone with those that were not of coyote blood. Something she was taught at a young age. She wanted the tone to be light, though being as fiery as she was she really did not care how it came across. Though she did not really wanting a fight on her hands just because she acted like she was better than him but have that tone to her. Though her infliction when to a very soft side when she truly spoke to the puppy, something only a woman that was a mother once could do.

”My name is Ilusion Lykoi, I am from a pack far from here in the north. A place much warmer than this area” She spoke in almost a mimicking tone of Regner’s, a smile still on her lips. Her eyes moved back to the pup as she took the fur cloak she had beside her, gently with her sharp teeth. Her small form stood up, moving closer to them. A rather daring move but she meant no harm, instead she dropped her precious cloak next to the bundle already made and then moved one of that rather warm ends and placed them lover Adelle’s head. Though was even more daring was how close she stayed, she backed up only a few steps and laid back down. Ilusion looked at the larger male, not really caring how he acted. She was never going to hurt the girl, so he had nothing to fear. She was just trying to keep the little one warm, no harm in that right? ”How old is she?” She then asked breaking the silence.


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Regner flicked his ears towards Ilusion in response to her tone, a habit that he had picked up which was roughly equivalent to a physical "fair enough" and then he responded, raising his head up as he spoke. "The Broderskab travelled a lot, but until recently we stayed on the European continent. Probably should have stayed there." Regner let out an angry snort, but he angled his head outwards to make it clear that he wasn't directing it towards Ilusion, "We tended to stay in colder areas though. Ovcharka hybrids have lots of muscle and thick fur, " Regner lifted his head even higher, stretching the muscles in his neck to reinforce this point before lowering his head again, "Built well for snow and cold."

As soon as Ilusion started to move towards Adelle Regner's eyes were fixed on her, attentive but not aggressive. The whole point of inviting her in here was that an extra body would provide more heat for Adelle, but at the same time he wasn't going to let a stranger get that close without some scrutiny. When it became obvious that Ilusion was just offering her cloak to the already thick pile keeping Adelle warm Regner lowered his head and relaxed his gaze, an approving hum reverberating through his body, followed by a simple "Thank you."

For Adelle's part she had taken a liking to the pretty stranger who spoke so nicely to her, while the puppy had no idea what Ilusion was saying, the little high speech that she knew being Danish, she could identify the tone Ilusion was using. When the coyote came close Adelle lunged forward, the little wolfdog playfully nipping and licking whatever parts of Ilusion's face she could reach. When the cloak had been placed Adelle retreated into it, visible as a rapidly circling lump under the fur.

Regner's amused chuckle was cut short at Ilusion's question, and his voice was solemn when he spoke next, "Young, just finishing her third moon. Far to young to be without her mother, but wish as I may the dead cannot raise a child. Regner growled indistinctly as he spoke, his eyes glaring a metaphorical hole into the floor. Thinking about the death of his beloved daughter always put him in a bad mood and Adelle noticed this, the lump that signified her presence stopped circling and settled next to him, her side pressing against his through the clothing.

It would be easy, Regner thought, to blame this on Ilusion. To shift his aggression onto her for no reason beyond her species, as he had done multiple times along the Inferni border. Regner was old and set in his ways, even those recently adopted still held great influence over his behaviour.

Still the thought of Ilusion's eyes when she had looked at Adelle stayed the great dog's temper. Adelle was the sole focus of Regner's life now and he could not bring himself to drive away somebody that his beloved granddaughter was fond of. With a heavy sigh he lowered his head and closed his eyes momentarily, things had been so much simpler when he was with the Broderskab, a pack of warriors at his back and, to their eyes at least, the world arrayed against them. That had been familiar ground but this, diplomacy and hunger and danger, was no situation for an old man trying to keep his granddaughter alive.
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Ilusion Lykoi


Word Count →400 :: Form: Secui. God this is a horrid post I am sorry >.< what a horrid post to follow an almost 900 word post


Being so close o the child seemed to rile the grandfather up a bit but the kid, well she seemed very happy. Her tongue wet parts of her chin and even part of her secui’s puffed out chest, a soft shiver ran down her spine before her laid down and asked her question. As the man talked the woman crawled closer, her eyes watching the circling bump that seemed overjoyed to be in the soft warmth of the fur. They were built for this form of weather where she, a coyote, was just too shorted furred to be any use in the cold. Her body shivered as she thought about the storm outside, she was strange for a coyote. She knew of the cold here and yet she still came, not for herself but really for her brothers because without her they would surely have torn each other to pieces. As it was she was surprised that Lumby had not attacked Toto again, strange indeed.

She listened to his thank you and just shrugged with her shoulders as she now touched the cloak of hers with her side slightly. Closer to the dog than she wanted to be but she wanted to be closer to the child more than anything. Her heart ache being so close to a child of her age, her pups would have been a year or so now if they had survived their birth. She help her composure though she could not hide the sadness that came to her face when he spoke of his daughter, Adelle’s mother was dead. Opposite of her situation.

”I am sorry to hear about your daughter, it’s truly a tragedy to take a mother away from her children or vice versa.” She spoke softly, readjusting herself so that her face would not be close to his. She looked aimlessly at the dirt wall of their enclosure, her mind wandered to that night. Her eyes closed halfway only to look at the dog out of the corner of her eye. If her children would have lived, then.. Her thoughts broke off the sentence in her mind, her head moving from her paws to look over the large male. The snow still giving the land out there hell, god what a stupid area this was.


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Regner's heart ached at the thought of his daughter but the emotion was quickly stifled. Regner no longer had the security of the pack surrounding him, he was surviving through his own strength and couldn’t afford to let himself get distracted with grief over his family, grief which had been suppressed in a similar manner ever since his journey had begun. There would be a time for grieving and remembrance, but it was not now.


Even when allowing himself a little mental leeway Regenr was perceptive and had noticed Ilusion moving closer, the old dog correctly surmising that the movement was intended to be towards Adelle and not himself. Oridnarily he would have been suspicious but days of hard travel through the snow had left him too exhausted to keep up his usual levels of paranoia, and this Ilusion had proved friendly, if mostly towards Adelle, so far.


Regner leaned his head over towards the bundle, his nose gently prodding Adelle through the material, " Jeg kører fine Adelle, gå og spille, hvis de ønsker." The bundle against his side and nose quivered for a moment before letting out a hack, giving Regner the distinct impression that Adelle had tried to lick him through the fur. Then Adelle moved, the lump in the clothing quickly moving towards Ilusion where Adelle popper her head out again, blue eyes bright and curious and rump raised in a play-bow as she surveyed the larger and older canine.


Adelle approached slowly, still in her play-bow, and started nosing gently at Illusion's leg. The coyote was unlike any canine that Adelle had been in close contact with before; her soft, short fur much different to the long and often wiry fur her pack had shared. Wanting to feel more Adelle darted forward, her tail wagging wildly as she tried to climb up the larger canine, eventually succeeding and perching happily stop the coyote's back, a happy bark coming from her mouth. " Fortæl mig en historie!" The little puppy demanded imperiously, her tail wagging and tongue flashing out to lick Ilusion's ears every few seconds. It didn't occur to Adelle at all that Ilusion wouldn’t be able to speak her language, such concepts were too complicated for the puppy to really understand.


Chuckling and marvelling at his granddaughters hyperactivity Regner simply rested and watched the spectacle, his head resting on his paws and a small grin of amusement lifting the corner of his mouth.




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Ilusion Lykoi


Word Count →400 :: Form: Secui. Sorry for the wait >.<


Dark lids fell further, covering her eyes completely. Though she was in the company of an overly protective grandfather and there was a blizzard outside, she found herself lulling to sleep. The steady sound of heavy snow seemed to be the perfect rhythm to sing a lullaby to the temperamental hybrid. It was not a matter of feeling save or even if she was cold, something seemed to want her to sleep but then again something did not. She slightly heard a few words of a foreign language, but she did not let it phase her as she gladly would sleep through such a cold storm. Better to fall asleep than to bitch about the weather right?

Just when she was almost gone a strange feeling was beside her, first it was a tap on her back leg and her eyes fluttered open lightly. Then it was more, something was now climbing her. Her eyes snapped open and she remembered what it would be, a smile spreading across her lips before she let out a light yawn. Her head moved to look at the child that had now successfully climbed her back and was perched at her neck.

The woman giggled lightly, almost like bells at the fact there was a small fluff ball on her back. Concurred Coyote Mountain. She then barked out a line that she could not understand, instantly confusion tainted her delicate features. Gold eyes left the overly licking eared puppy and to her grandfather, hoping he would translate her words so that she could give her what she asked. No wonder her father was always frustrated with when her siblings spoke Spanish, it was rather frustrating not understanding someone else. Again she looked to the fluff ball on her back and did what she would think to be a slick move well at least to a puppy it would be talented. A smile spread across her lips as she flicked her head to the general direction to Adele, sticking her tongue out and letting a licking kiss on her body before shaking her head lightly to prevent it from being strained. Looking at Regner before letting out a soft laugh.


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Regner was barely able to keep himself from laughing as Adelle accosted the dozing hybrid, only allowing himself a small chuckle after it was evident that the child's ministrations had woken Ilusion up. Regner busied himself with grooming the fur on his paws as the two played, Adelle's giggles as she clambered over Ilusion music to his ears. While Adelle had gotten through the journey so far in mostly high spirits she had had little reason to play and laugh on the long journey with hunger and exhaustion common things, despite Regner's best efforts to shift such burdens onto himself and away from Adelle.


Regner didn’t see Ilusion flick her head around to lick Adelle but he did hear Adelle's delighted squeal followed by Ilusions laughter and looked up curiously, head tilted to one side in question. Catching Ilusion's look Regner suddenly remembered that Danish wasn't a common language here, "She is speaking Danish, it is the only language that she knows. I will translate if you wish to speak to her." Regner then turned his head to Adelle. It was tricky explaining things such as language to puppies as young as Adelle so Regner skirted the issue, using language that would be cinfusing to an adult but made sense to the puppy. "Adelle, hun kan jo ikke tale som de gør. Jeg vil prøve tale i hendes sted" Regner then lowered his head once more, giving his paw a long lick before twitching his head up towards Ilusion, amusement twinkling in his eye, "She was asking you to tell her a story by the way, it seems that she likes you."

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