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- Ril'o - 01-25-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 01-25-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... banner.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 500+ Cwmfen gave a final, wild cry, swinging her spear over her before stabbing the empty air. Her breath slightly labored, she paused in that final form, breathing in the scent of the rain as it cooled her heated body. Her facial expression was as fierce as her uttered yell, and as she slowly returned to a standing posture, her face gradually relaxed and became calm. A slowly released breath created a faint cloud in the air before the wild wind stole it away into the darkness. Silently, content with her training exercise, the female tapped the butt of her spear upon the earth as she gazed about the empty clearing. She was forced for now to rely upon her imagination, and her imagination had a cruel sense of humor. There had been times when she was defeated by her own, imaginary enemies. But today she had killed them all, and she was satisfied. She knew, however, that no amount of training could satisfy the needs of a true fight. Perhaps she would go and find someone to spar with, but that would be at a later time. The pied Raven croaked with marginal approval before lifting into the cold wind to precede the female’s travels. With a stress relieving sigh, the female turned and left that clearing behind, only to return to it at a later day. The female strode with a certain amount of pride, her posture erect, for she felt a great calm whenever she practiced in the art of war. With the hint of a serene smile upon her maw, the female returned to her den. It was not far from where she practiced, and she had chosen her den’s location knowing that. When she heard the sound of the nearly frozen brook, she knew that she was near. Swiftly, the woad-marked luperci slid into the opening of her den, piercing the darkness with the blade of her Raven Spear. When the main cavern was reached, she lay the spear down to rest before she pulled back into the weeping world. She had heard that there was a newcomer among them, though she did not know his name or of what appearance he held. However, having just completed the better part of her day’s activities, she thought that perhaps it would be proper for her seek out this wolf and greet him. As one of a higher rank, would that not be polite. Nodding to herself, the female set out from her den. Because she was unsure of where to find him or even of what he smelled like, she decided to frequent the boarders as she went if only to keep up the protection of the boarders. While not strictly of her co-rank’s duties, she felt that protection was something to look after. Was that not the duty of a warrior? After many hours of her patrol, the Head Warrior finally spotted something worth inspecting. In the distance, she had found a speck of gold, and in the colourless world, such a colour could not be missed. The woad-marked tail waved once behind her as she suspected that this might be the male that she sought. Her slow saunter quickened to a lively trot as she approached the curled up wolf. "Hello?" she called from a good distance, her quiet voice almost timid as she made the first approach in this acquaintance. She hoped, however, that she was not disturbing him. - Ril'o - 01-26-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 01-28-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... banner.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 500+ Cwmfen loved the rain, especially in the winter. The icy tears of the weeping heavens were a tonic of disillusionment, and it was as if these rare waters of cleansing washed away the grime of her mind. Today, there was not much to be washed away, for she felt strangely enlightened. Perhaps it was because she had recently moved her body to the rhythms of war, but one could never be certain. At times, it was better not to know and to merely accept. Today, she accepted that. Instead of purging her soul, she listened to the rain. She found that she did this often, but there was only so much beauty she found in the world. So few things, and yet she cherished them deeply. In the silence that followed her own voice, she listened to the muted sound of the rainfall and to the clear sound of the rain song. There seemed to be a response, though whether from the sound of her voice or merely from the rain, she was not certain. His movements were slow—perhaps she had disturbed a deep sleep. But at last his eyes seemed to focus and find her through the screen of the steady rainfall. The wind threw pulses of rain at her, but she moved only marginally against its rough hand. She heard his voice between the rain, and she answered punctually. "Yes.... I am Cwmfen nic Graine, Dahlia’s Head Warrior. I had heard that there was a newcomer among us, and I sought to meet him." Her voice, which could be loud, was loud now as she pushed her alto melody through the rain and wind like a knife. There was a brief pause before she continued. "I presume that you are he?" It was worded as a question, and it sounded like a question. But it was not a question. She knew very well that this golden wolf was the newcomer of which she had spoken. His scent, which she had caught briefly in the wind, was unfamiliar to her. As the words left her woad-banded maw, lightning flashed across the heavens followed shortly by the rumbling of a distant thunder. The white orbs briefly watched the spectacle with a respect for these forces of nature before she returned her gaze to her packmate. He had spoken once more, and a brief smile flashed across her maw as she noted his lack of formality, but she did not judge him for it. She was aware that many wolves of present times were not as formal as she. So she overlooked his informal register and answered. "I was patrolling, I suppose...." A amiable smile crossed her maw. Or perhaps I was merely wandering. That was yet another thing she did often. She felt, however, that the protection of the pack was crucial. Yet, not readily trusting of all, the female wondered if the pack needed protection from some of the members themselves. Perhaps she would speak with Cercelee soon concerning this matter, but for now she was approaching this male, and she would let that matter rest. The warrior stood motionless in the rain, and it seemed almost that it was letting up, that the world had grown calm. Though the male had not said it, the black fae thought that perhaps he was inviting her to join him. She was not particularly fond of human constructs, but to sit with him would be harmless, and so she finally moved, swiftly and fluidly, to place herself at his side. Immediately, her body missed the feeling of the rain. With a content sigh, however, she merely gazed out at the beautiful, natural world. Then she turned to glance at him. "How are you finding Dahlia?" She was curious about how he found life in this pack to be. - Ril'o - 01-31-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 02-05-2009 [html] http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/3402 ... 985rw1.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 500+ Silently, the female had been watching the world beyond her, wondering, curious, as to what other adventures the world would hold—and it was always offering her something new. Each day was an excitement for the woad marked warrior, and this day, she had found the golden male who smelled of her pack. When he broke the silence, the female turned her white orbs to him, searching the green depths for his truths, and perhaps the lies he would offer. She knew nothing of this male, so she could not expect him to be completely honest; life had taught her a hard lesson of trust. The Tilia knew that she should trust those of her pack, but he was a newcomer after all, wasn’t he? Perhaps not all could be trusted. But when he spoke, she found that there was nothing mendacious about this green-eyed character. The female smiled a greeting and nodded in response as he confirmed that he was indeed the wolf that she sought. The woad-marked fae listened silently to his next reply. A light smile danced upon her lips as she remembered the moment that she had decided to join Dahlia de Mai. Haku had accepted her, and when he had he had not seemed to be of the personality she now knew him to be. And yet, that had not changed her opinion of him or the pack. She agreed silently to herself about these lands, for she too had fallen in love with them. She did not know what it was that she found so beautiful about this place, but it had captivated her. And there was still so much to learn about these lands, for even Sankor, who had not seen these lands in a good while, had been able to show her a secret hide away. Such secrets were the jewels of the land. "When I first approached Dahlia, I was unsure. But these lands have also captivated me; I could not leave them even if I wanted to. I’m glad that you find Dahlia to be so accommodating as well. And your name was?" The female had expected him to give his name after she had given him her own, but as he had not, she requested it now. Her alto voice retained its pleasing, amicable quality. But each moment for him was like a test, for she now assessed him to better understand him and where he stood in the pack. His words seemed kind, warm, and she found no great fault yet. "Around six months, I suppose," the female continued after some thought. It was both a long time and a short time. Long because she had remained constant in her decision to finally join up with a pack, but short because it had not even been a full cycle of the sun, and that was not a long time in the age of the world. Her white gaze, which had been watching a stray bird as the weather lightened up, turned back to the male. "You’ve joined recently, but perhaps you have risen up a few ranks?" She paused with a smile before continuing. "Have you thought about taking up a co-rank. It’s not required, but it is recommended." She was curious about what he thought. Thus far, she was not sure if he would make a good warrior—he was too kind, and his soul sang a different song. But one could never be too sure. Perhaps there was something lurking there beneath that golden exterior that she had not yet seen. - Ril'o - 02-09-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 02-11-2009 [html] http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/3402 ... 985rw1.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 500+ "You’re fine," the female replied politely with a smile. Her wish was not to make this golden hued male uncomfortable. To the contrary, she wanted to know how this male functioned normally. She wanted to know what type of character this male actually was. Whether or not he joined her ranks as a Warrior did not matter. This Ril’o was a part of her pack, and she wished to understand him. It was like an army. She always thought that they would only be as good as their weakest soldier, and it was the same when packs were concerned. Packs were only as strong and as unified as their weakest member would allow, whether they were mentally or physically the runt. However, such drastic thinking was not necessary here. This was simply a candid meeting with a member, and so the black female was merely observing. At times, the female could be rather intense, but it was merely her lack of social experience that she had received in her early years. "Nice to meet you, Ril’o," she greeted. Now that she knew his name, it was as if she were meeting him anew. "You may," the female responded with a slight nod, giving him permission to drop formalities. And yet, the formality of her alto voice did not drop. But the female always liked to hold an appropriate register when around others, even pups. It was her way of letting them know that she respected them. It was perhaps a strange way of expressing such respect, but Cwmfen was not necessarily an ordinary animal. Lierre. So he was due for a co-rank now, if he chose to. And he expressed to her that he did wish for it, that he had at least considered it. She wondered which one she thought he would choose, or which one he thought that he would be best suited to accept. The woad warrior was silent, as if expecting him to continue with his thoughts. But after a few moments had passed, it seemed that there was nothing more that the male was going to say. The white orbs, which had, once again, been observing the quieted world, turned to the golden hued male. She met his green gaze, untroubled by the act as she was his superior. There was a light smile upon her maw as if she were amused. But she was not unkind. To the contrary, she merely seemed to be enjoying herself. "Did you have anything particular in mind?" The woad marked female paused only briefly before she continued. "There are warriors, scouts, hunters, psychologists, and priests. And if you wanted something else, you might be able to request it from Cercelee. Dahlia is a very accommodating pack, as I’m sure you’ve learned." A light smile danced upon her maw just as the mirth flickered in her white eyes. "Now that Dahlia has grown, and because there are pups due, I’m sure Hunters will be needed." The alto voice was quiet and thoughtful almost as if she spoke to herself. - Ril'o - 02-18-2009 [html]
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