10-28-2007, 01:01 AM
Kansas
Kansas was tentative about leaving home, even if he knew his other siblings probably had already done so. He remembered there being rules not to, and the concept of possibly doing something they frowned upon frightened him. The cream boy didn't want to disappoint them. It was especially hard to go somewhere without Firefly, as the two were nearly attached at the hip, and he'd surprised himself for not having bugged her to tag along. But he didn't plan on going very far. He could always turn tail and head back to the safety of Storm if he got lonely for her.
The trees as well as the earth were covered with leaves the colors of sunset. He had made that connection himself, remembering watching the sun sneak below the horizon one evening, setting the clouds on fire. The colors were nearly the same; scarlet, orange, yellow. He loved that he had been born in a season that possessed so many colors. Would it be that way forever? He'd yet to ask that question.
He broke through the still-recuperating forest of dead trees, crossing another forested area. Kansas recognized that he was now outside the borders of Storm. He shivered, whether from frightfulness or cold, he didn't know. His tummy felt a little uneasy, but he had faith in himself. He paused after a short while, having heard a rushing sound and smelled wate - quite a bit of it, actually. Kansas broke into a run, finally passing through the tree line and entering what he didn't yet know was called the Yawrah River Territory. The river was so vast it scared him, but it held an untamable beauty. It frothed and spat, white over the rocks, blue-green in the pools near the bank. He moved toward one of these small pools and bent over it. Staring back at him was his reflection, the first glimpse of himself he'd ever had.
Calypso
Calypso had had to come see the river again. He had spared it a cursory glance a week ago when he had stopped by Storm, but he had been far too preoccupied with Lily's corpse and the issue of where to live to actually bother to climb downhill to the river bank. Sofia was very carefully walking so that Daddy was between the river and herself. She had heard his stories of the danger of the Yawrah and didn't even want to risk letting a single splash of it's water hit her. It was this river that had hurt Daddy's leg!
Shivering, she looked away from the water and focused instead on the stretch of land further down the shore. To her surprise, she saw another wolf. But not a big one; a little one, like her. "Daddy, can we go say hi to that wuff?" She whispered, as was her wont, but Calypso's ears were attuned to the soft slur of her voice and he had no difficulty picking out the words even with the river roaring nearby. "Of course, darling." He licked her affectionately and began to stride purposefully, no longer idly meandering.
While lighter in hue, the male-by-scent Storm puppy reminded Calypso significantly of himself. He hadn't been much older when he'd had his own run in with the Yawrah. He only survived but for the coincidence of Malachi being nearby. An eerie sense of deja vu hit him; whether or not it was actually there, he thought he recognized the same curiosity and desire for adventure that had once caused him to brave the waters. But he kept his pace restrained. Not everyone was as impetuous as he had been, and the water did not rage.. quite so dangerously this time of year. Still, he couldn't help himself as he approached into conversation range: "Be careful; don't get too close." Sofia nodded her approval at his words, for once remaining visible instead of pressed against her Daddy's side.
Pilot
Now that the puppies were older and venturing out of the den, Pilot made a mental note to try and keep an eye on them. He knew that Phoenix's paws were already full of duties he must carry out to run the pack, let alone try to raise his youngest children. And they were a handful - that much was clearly apparent pretty much from the day they had been born. Pilot himself had yet to really speak or bond with any of the tikes just yet, but he hoped to have the chance sooner or later. He liked having a close relationship with most in the pack. Aside from the pups, he really needed to get to know Phasma better too.
He was no longer assigned to just patrolling the borders, but he still made his daily checks (usually in the morning) to make sure all was in order. He hunting skills had greatly increased now that he had grown stronger and become a Luperci. Today was another day he planned to go hunting - perhaps he would be able to feed the entire pack tonight and they could all have a feast together. But that was being ambitious.
He could tell the pups apart now - even the twins - and knew the smells to distinguish them. When he reached the scent of Kansas from where he had deviated out away from Storm's lands, Pilot instinctively followed. He wasn't aiming to bring the boy back and scold him. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was curious to see what young pups did in their free time, and he hoped maybe he could snag up a little quality time with the Sadira offspring.
The pup was close to the river, though it didn't worry Pilot just yet. He still was far enough away that he wasn't in any immediate danger. "Hey there, Kansas," Pilot called out to him, to avoiding accidentally sneaking up and frightening him. As soon as he spoke, however, he noticed two others not far from them. He didn't recognize them, but their presence wasn't threatening. In fact, the adult was traveling with a young pup too. Pilot offered a grin and nodded them a greeting.
Kansas was tentative about leaving home, even if he knew his other siblings probably had already done so. He remembered there being rules not to, and the concept of possibly doing something they frowned upon frightened him. The cream boy didn't want to disappoint them. It was especially hard to go somewhere without Firefly, as the two were nearly attached at the hip, and he'd surprised himself for not having bugged her to tag along. But he didn't plan on going very far. He could always turn tail and head back to the safety of Storm if he got lonely for her.
The trees as well as the earth were covered with leaves the colors of sunset. He had made that connection himself, remembering watching the sun sneak below the horizon one evening, setting the clouds on fire. The colors were nearly the same; scarlet, orange, yellow. He loved that he had been born in a season that possessed so many colors. Would it be that way forever? He'd yet to ask that question.
He broke through the still-recuperating forest of dead trees, crossing another forested area. Kansas recognized that he was now outside the borders of Storm. He shivered, whether from frightfulness or cold, he didn't know. His tummy felt a little uneasy, but he had faith in himself. He paused after a short while, having heard a rushing sound and smelled wate - quite a bit of it, actually. Kansas broke into a run, finally passing through the tree line and entering what he didn't yet know was called the Yawrah River Territory. The river was so vast it scared him, but it held an untamable beauty. It frothed and spat, white over the rocks, blue-green in the pools near the bank. He moved toward one of these small pools and bent over it. Staring back at him was his reflection, the first glimpse of himself he'd ever had.
Calypso
Calypso had had to come see the river again. He had spared it a cursory glance a week ago when he had stopped by Storm, but he had been far too preoccupied with Lily's corpse and the issue of where to live to actually bother to climb downhill to the river bank. Sofia was very carefully walking so that Daddy was between the river and herself. She had heard his stories of the danger of the Yawrah and didn't even want to risk letting a single splash of it's water hit her. It was this river that had hurt Daddy's leg!
Shivering, she looked away from the water and focused instead on the stretch of land further down the shore. To her surprise, she saw another wolf. But not a big one; a little one, like her. "Daddy, can we go say hi to that wuff?" She whispered, as was her wont, but Calypso's ears were attuned to the soft slur of her voice and he had no difficulty picking out the words even with the river roaring nearby. "Of course, darling." He licked her affectionately and began to stride purposefully, no longer idly meandering.
While lighter in hue, the male-by-scent Storm puppy reminded Calypso significantly of himself. He hadn't been much older when he'd had his own run in with the Yawrah. He only survived but for the coincidence of Malachi being nearby. An eerie sense of deja vu hit him; whether or not it was actually there, he thought he recognized the same curiosity and desire for adventure that had once caused him to brave the waters. But he kept his pace restrained. Not everyone was as impetuous as he had been, and the water did not rage.. quite so dangerously this time of year. Still, he couldn't help himself as he approached into conversation range: "Be careful; don't get too close." Sofia nodded her approval at his words, for once remaining visible instead of pressed against her Daddy's side.
Pilot
Now that the puppies were older and venturing out of the den, Pilot made a mental note to try and keep an eye on them. He knew that Phoenix's paws were already full of duties he must carry out to run the pack, let alone try to raise his youngest children. And they were a handful - that much was clearly apparent pretty much from the day they had been born. Pilot himself had yet to really speak or bond with any of the tikes just yet, but he hoped to have the chance sooner or later. He liked having a close relationship with most in the pack. Aside from the pups, he really needed to get to know Phasma better too.
He was no longer assigned to just patrolling the borders, but he still made his daily checks (usually in the morning) to make sure all was in order. He hunting skills had greatly increased now that he had grown stronger and become a Luperci. Today was another day he planned to go hunting - perhaps he would be able to feed the entire pack tonight and they could all have a feast together. But that was being ambitious.
He could tell the pups apart now - even the twins - and knew the smells to distinguish them. When he reached the scent of Kansas from where he had deviated out away from Storm's lands, Pilot instinctively followed. He wasn't aiming to bring the boy back and scold him. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was curious to see what young pups did in their free time, and he hoped maybe he could snag up a little quality time with the Sadira offspring.
The pup was close to the river, though it didn't worry Pilot just yet. He still was far enough away that he wasn't in any immediate danger. "Hey there, Kansas," Pilot called out to him, to avoiding accidentally sneaking up and frightening him. As soon as he spoke, however, he noticed two others not far from them. He didn't recognize them, but their presence wasn't threatening. In fact, the adult was traveling with a young pup too. Pilot offered a grin and nodded them a greeting.