Refugee of the Sea
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(--) Dated to the twenty-second, as planned. :3



The pouring rain and roaring winds were starting to eat away at the Russian.

Sure, Vlad had been in a terrible storm near the beginning of the month, but even in all its horribleness, it didn't compare to the squall she was in now. The sky, a pearly gray color from the dense storm clouds, refused to let any sunlight whatsoever shine through them. The never-ending precipitation had her fur beyond soaked, and the harsh winds were making Dmitrii anxious. Because of his nervous behavior, the heiress chose to walk alongside and lead her horse along, and she would have to calm him with reassuring words every time a foreign noise reached their ears. This hurricane certainly was a troubling one, and Vladislava had a feeling it wouldn't leave the Nova Scotian area anytime soon.

The dark wolfess walked on, see green eyes alert and carefully scanning the area. The storm had rendered three of her senses fundamentally useless, which didn't help matters—the rain covered any scents she might come across, the darkness of the woods had blinded her considerably, and the howling air was screeching over any other sounds. Only prominent smells or noises caught her attention, and sure enough, one of these things would soon come in her way.

Abruptly Vladislava halted herself and her stallion when a scent stronger than the fragrance of the rain reached her nostrils, and familiarity came with it. It was a smell she had sniffed before, she was sure—by the scent of it, it was one she had crossed paths with twice. It was a pack's scent, she knew, and eventually her mind remembered why it was so familiar.

The Kalashnikov stood stiffly at the borders, careful not to cross over, as she weighed her options. She could perhaps take refuge in this pack—Sangi'lak, if she remembered correctly—until the hurricane passed over. She knew both the Alpha and Alphess already, so she was sure she wouldn't be turned away. Besides, it would be delightful to see X'yrin again, and further her budding knowledge on low speech so she could speak with Dmitrii. In her time away from the Issor she had learned more of the stallion's language, and by the way Xy was so excited about her learning the words of the creature, Vladi was sure she'd be impressed.

After taking a shaky breath, she cocked her head back and released a long howl, hoping it was loud enough to be heard over the wind. The call itself had a form of individuality she knew Xy would recgonize—the way her thick accent covered her words had also slightly covered her howls as well. After the cry she fell silent, holding Dmitrii's reigns tightly as she pressed against his flank. She hoped the tawny wild would come soon—she wasn't sure how long she could stand this horrid storm.


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ooc: X'ies will pop in eventually. In the meantime... chick bonding! (While wet :O )

Secui | Carrying an elk-skin satchel for supplies


As the winds whipped through the lands of Sangi'lak, its inhabitants were wound and twisted by the heavy winds and beaten down by the oppressive rains which was but the beginning of a storm sure to envelop the mountain. None but the brave and stubborn dared to stand against the weather, one being stubborn fool still weakened from illness, charging out against the wind and rain to secure rations for the Family before the weather worsened. And it would get worse, foretold by her feathered companions. The owls in hiding came back shrieking of how the sky remained dark and clouded and stretch beyond what their sharp eyes could see. Rather than risk damage to their hollow limbs, they held up in the barn with the other frightened animals, acting as their guardians and alarms should their refuge begin to crumble.

Safe and sound was where the falconer should have been, but her will to protect and preserve was strong despite her own worsening condition. Her coat drenched with rain was just another weight that slowed her march to a crawl. Her wind whipped chest was sore and cold, but it was the imagined conditions of a pack without food that forced her through the rain toward the known reserves scattered across the land. Already the rivers were rising, their feed swollen with heavy rain from day before, threatening to break at any moment's notice.

She carried with her a satchel of sorts strung around her neck and back. The meat within was damp but not soaked, nothing a fire couldn't handle provided they were soon able to secure wood. Reaching another reserve, she gathered what all she could fit in the bag and desperately took hold of a severed elk leg still moist from a hunt the day before and began to drag it out from its dry refuge into the pour mess outside. Swiftness was not on her side, but still she tried to drag it all, stubbornly planting one paw in front of the other, sloshing wet ground and mud in her wake, but cared little for it. What could have taken minutes in better conditions stretched on for near an hour til she reached the solid ground of the communal dens. A tear in the bag had lost the Issor some of the meat, but the larger limb was still intact and what remained in the satchel was still dry enough to feed on. It would be enough, she hoped, praying the Ancestors would grant their favor upon the Nomads and help them secure their keep.

As she left her instructions for the meat to be separated, a cry suddenly sounded over the roar of the wind and rain. The rich octave was unique but not unfamiliar. It pricked the woman's ears and caused her hackles to rise in alarm, compelling her limbs before without much thought at all. The protests of a certain Lambda went unheeded as she bound out into the weather again to heed the call as quickly as she was able. Her chest burned while the rest of her legs and body ache, but still she pushed against it to receive the call at the borders. Her own call was weak in comparison to the raging wind, and she feared it might not have been heard due to the distance. She placed her trust in the Ancestors to give her ease of travel just long enough to reach her destination... and as always, they kindly granted her that humble favor.

Her golden eyes were useless in the rain, with only blobs of things dancing in the distance until she was near enough to better see. She could make out the form of the large steed well enough and soon after his rider enduring the brunt of the pattering rain. X'yrin quickened her pace just enough to bring her closer, nearing stepping on the beast's single toe in the process. "Vladislava!" the Nomad called out, no doubt butchering the young female's name from lack of practice. "What are you doing out in this weather!? Why have you not taken shelter?"


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(--) Lol, okay. xD



The wind screamed in her ears as she watched into the darkness ahead of her, having to cover her eyes with her free hand. The rain was still beating upon her as hard as ever, and by the way it pounded onto her fur made each raindrop feel like a fast, sharp prick, causing her back to ache immensely. She looked to her stallion, feeling sorry for him, as she knew he must've been feeling the painful rain bullets as well. Vlad eventually turned back to the borders, afraid that perhaps Xy couldn't hear her, or maybe she wasn't there after all. What was she to do in that case? Just go to another camp and ask permission to stay there momentarily? Would they even accept her? The dark she-wolf felt her ears droop as she thought of this, and she began to consider just leaving the borders and turning back. Though it would be a painful journey back to the lands she called home, she could still take the risk if need be.

However, her green eyes widened as a very faint call floated toward her on the wind. Vladislava had to strain her ears just to hear it over the storm, but when she did, she sighed in relief. That must've been the Issor. It had to be. Otherwise she would be disappointed, but perhaps she would still be accepted to take refuge here.

A figure drew near soon after the returning howl, and the Russian recgonized her only when she was right on her horse's toes. X'yrin called out her name, though the way she pronounced it was a bit off, though this was only natural. Her name wasn't common here, so Vlad assumed not many could say it correctly. The red-haired Secui asked her why she was out in this type of weather, and where she was sheltering at. The heiress felt her eyes soften a bit, but more out of loneliness than sorrow. These were times where she needed a faithful pack to belong to, and she had waited until the last minute to realize it. Had she put it off any longer she doubted she would even be at Sangi'lak's doorstep right now, much less be wandering the general area.

"I have no place to take shelter in," she answered, raising her voice so the other woman could hear her. "I was trying to find somewhere to take refuge when I came across your pack's borders. I hoped you might have room to take Dmitrii and myself under your wing until the storm has settled, X'yrin." She dipped her head, but had to squint her eyes as rain threatened to foil her eyesight. "Please... I will most certainly repay you if I can just stay for a few days. That is all I ask for."


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ooc: Oh noes!

Secui | Carrying an elk-skin satchel for supplies


The Nomad’s presentation was embarrassing, she would scold herself. Practically too weak and beaten to stand even casually against the merciless rain. The pain against her back was nothing in comparison to the strain on her joints as they threatened to collapse under the extra weight. No doubt X’ies had been right, she would be damned to admit it to him; she shouldn’t have been out in this weather while already sick and weak. But calls such as these could not be helped, especially when it was one that called for aid.

Against the battering on her muzzle, the Nomad smiled as best as she was able in understanding. Though they were not in circumstances such as this, she could understanding the difficulty that came with the life of a traveler. Her own travels postponed in the past, seeking shelter with whomever was kind to give just long enough to stay dry from the rain. But how long would this last? Days? Perhaps weeks? The telling of her companions was that the sky was covered in darkness further than their fine eyes could see. Endless? Perhaps not. But certainly longer than a day at the most. However, such details could be dealt with when time allotted. For now, the pair needed shelter.

“Come with me!” she called above the violent whistling winds, lacking the strength to say anything more. Gently the nudged a front leg of the large steed forward to get him moving, then hurriedly took point to guide them through the storm. The detail of the great mountain was hardly seen against the blurring rain, but its impression against the paler sky remained acting as a beacon to guide the small party. What began as a fast march gradually slowed to a labored crawl. Hardly one step followed the other without it slipping in a muddy pool nearly dragging the female down into the muck…

…until her final slip was that of exhaustion and she collapsed in a small pool of rising water with hardly a sound.


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(--) Wait what the OSHIII—cue X'ies! Poor Xy ; ;



The Alphess smiled at her, signalling she understood, and in return Vladi smiled as best as she could. The rain beating against her muzzle was harsh and unmerciful, and her whole body ached from the precipitation. In all her life the European had never felt this kind of unrelenting rain before, and began to wonder if this was what acid rain really was. Not the rain infused with pollution in the water, air, and soil, but rather mixed with bitterness from around the world. Perhaps these raindrops were really the clouds' actual tears from their own sorrow, as they have had to watch over the Earth for so long and witness all of its failures and mistakes. Had the clouds been living, breathing organisms, Vladislava would've felt sorry for them, but since this was not the case, she felt resentment toward the storm.

X'yrin ordered her to follow her as she nudged Dmitrii's front leg, and the Russian was soon to follow the Secui. She gently but firmly pulled along her steed by his reigns, and tried to ignore his loud whinnies of anxiousness. Soon more troubling matters than not being able to see where they were going arose as she noticed the Issor's pace was beginning the lag, slower and slower, until it became nothing more than a crawl. Worriedly Vlad whined, trying to come closer to the lighter-colored wolf. "A-Are you alright?" she called to her guide, then gasped as the female almost fell into the slick mud. "X'yrin? X'yrin!" she said her name again louder, fearful that the woman couldn't hear her over the rain.

But soon the Kalashnikov heir realized this was not the case.

With a final silent fall, the tawny wolfess collapsed into a pool of water. At first Vladislava's mind went blank, her sea green eyes widened fully in fear as she stared at Xy's limp body. All in a split second, though, she was by the unconscious woman's side, shaking her gently. "X'yrin! X'yrin, please... You must wake! X'yrin!" Her shaking became gradually more forceful, but to no avail. All alone in the heart of a great hurricane, Vlad couldn't help her. Xy wasn't going to wake up, at least not here.

Panicked beyond belief and too nervy for her own good she yanked her Clydesdale close to her. She would have to get help from another Sangi'lak member, and fast. With some struggle Vladislava managed to hoist the Secui onto her horse's saddle, and quickly she pulled the stallion along, her pace speeding up in a run, and Dmitrii into a trot. Her breath was ragged from anxiety and fear, her eyes wide and bewildered, as she soon let out a series of yaps and calls of distress for someone—anyone—to help her.


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ooc: Form, Secui

X’yrin had been sick lately and X’ies didn’t really know what he should think about it. She had been away to that other pack and had dealt the deed that would solidify their packs alliances…at least in theory. She had returned sick, and with little knowledge of what pregnancy entailed he could only assume two things, either she was pregnant and this was her bodies way of telling her that this was the case. Or that she had contracted some illness from the weak male she had mated with. ” Perhaps both”.. An inner snicker at the thought, over the past few days the weather was getting gradually worse and the majority of the pack kept inside to wait it out. However as the days went on and the weather refused to change it became apparent that this was no freak turn of weather, but a storm. X’y had not yt ordered the pack to take higher ground but X’ies anticipated that soon it would occur, and with that he would need to share his den of solitude with various others.Speaking of the alpha and her illness, she had refused to follow his orders of staying inside during her debilitation. Whilst there was a mild level of concern for the trouble this activity could place her in, he knew her to be capable enough to know her limits. And thus did not further press the point.


He had spent most of his day collecting wood for the fires, drying them in his den for use when the weather would not allow them to seek more. But it would seem that his collection was interrupted as a call went out, though this call was not normal, nor was it of an octave that he recognized. Removing himself from his den so to better hear it , he discovered that the weather had quickly turned and that the sound of the call was not disturbed by distance but rather by the sound of the rain and the wind. Still, from what he could hear it was a desperate call for help. He took off, moving quickly towards the sound of the call, it was however not easy. The wind and the rain made tracking by his senses difficult, though once within decent range, he could clearly see the person who had been calling. It was no one that X’ies recognized, so part of him thought to either abandon them in this rain or to chase them off their land.


The first seemed to be his primary option, particularly because A) the weather was not enjoyable B) This person had a horse, and he thought perhaps she was one of those non sensical fools who thought to ride what they should be eating. About to turn his back and head back towards the mountain, X’ies did see something in the corner of his eye, on the back of the horse…a red mane…with a vulture feat-. It didn’t take much more than that to spur a mix of surprise, worry and anger within the Lambda, a dangerous cocktail that would spill ut onto the scene as he rushed towards the unknown female. He would stop in front of her as to not spook the horse, there was not enough time to question the scene merely to flee it then peruse answers. There would be no time at the moment to climb the mountain, so he would have to bring X’y to her own chambers. ”…Female, you had best good answers when the time comes;for this scene I have stumbled across does not bode well, but for now come! Follow me that we may escape the rain!”. With that he would head in the direction towards the mountain and the alphas den. Of course, had they not needed to cater to the skittish animal then they would have probably moved faster, though the creature was currently baring the weight of the unconscious X’yrin which was to their advantage. And if this person was going to bare out the storm with them, the horse might make a suitable meal, so for now he held his reservations in place. Though his worries for X’yrin’s health mounted up, he would bottle them up inside and place his mind upon the situation at hand.

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Vlad felt as though she was running for eternity, competing in a triathlon she couldn't win. Her breath was becoming increasingly more labored as she went on, further into the pack lands, and her howls were becoming shorter and more desperate. She was beginning to lose hope that someone would be able to hear her cries and track her down over the winds and the rain, and that any ways of helping X'yrin get out of this storm was futile. Her legs from running so long were burning, her whole person was in pain from the sharp rainfall, and she felt weak enough where the air could simply blow her over and be through with her. Just stopping and resting where she was sounded nice, indeed...

That was, until a very vague scent filled her nostrils. It was approaching her, she could tell, but she couldn't detect where from. The precipitation hid the smell's scent and kept the Russian from hearing it, but soon enough, a dark blob of a shape came into her view. Vladislava stopped abruptly, halting Dmitrii as the figure drew nearer, and only when it came within a few feet of her and her horse did she realize it was another Secui, only this time, it was male. He did not question her reasons for being within pack boundaries right then, but rather urged—or really, commanded for her to follow him out of the storm. Immediately the European nodded and, after taking a short, sharp intake of air, began to run again after this man, her left hand still wrapped around her stallion's reigns and pulling him alongside her as she trailed after the other wolf. She was certain he was at least one that would help her out, otherwise he would've not even attempted to lead her out of the rainfall. No doubt he didn't trust Vlad as of now, though, she was sure of this. He probably was only helping because this was his pack member, his Alphess, that was in need of attention. Had the rolls been switched the Russian was positive this make would've left her for dead.

... But that was rather harsh, she soon reminded herself. Perhaps he wouldn't be that brutal, but the point was either way he would do more for someone he knew.


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ooc: Form;Secui -> Optime Date: 20th Sept

Just what was X’yrin doing on the back of the horse. That was the one thing going through his mind as he padded through the storm leading the female towards the alphas den. He could only imagine that the two of them had been out and had met, but therein lay the proper question. Just how had that meeting gone? There was of course the idea of violence though it didn’t explain the helpless, frantic calls for help. And he was sure that if there was some sort of kidnapping attempt then she wouldn’t be following him right now. More than likely X’yrin had collapsed due to her illness, an idea that caused him to curse and grumble under his breath.


He would emerge out into the clearing and headed quickly towards the Alphas dens. The mountain providing enough cover from the wind that it would be slightly easier for the group to move on in. He was slightly hesitant about entering the Alphas chambers, after all Jaden was probably already out for his blood, making him even edgier by moving in on his territory (further) would likely be an error. Though in this instance he had little choice. He would begin to shift once inside, transforming himself into his hated Optime form for the advantage of being able to carry X’yrin. He headed over to the horse (assuming she was there) and would lift X’yrin off of the horse's back and gesture for the female to follow him into the Issor's Den as he laid down the Alphess on her bedding.


” My name is X’ies, now tell me…just what happened out there?”.

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The male before her lead the trio through a clearing, and Vlad felt as though her lungs would just shut down right there and then. She had been running for so long—she had run a good portion of the way up to the Sangi'lak borders, and then she had also sprinted and barked for help before ending up where she was now. Her feet ached a lot, too, but she was not even close to complaining aloud. If she had learned anything from being humble and showing humility, it was not to whine or groan about something as trivial as her feet hurting.

The mountain nearby had blocked some of the harsh winds, but as the four neared their final destination, her guide seemed almost reluctant to enter. Eventually, though, he went on inside the dens, and upon stepping foot in them be began to shift. Vladislava had decided to come in as well while he transformed to his largest form, and shivered. The cold rain that clung to her fur was all the more freezing when cool drafts blew on it, and she let go of Dmitrii's reigns and wrapped her arms tightly around her chest, forcing her teeth not to chatter. The male Luperci, fully shifted into his Optime form, then picked up the knocked out X'yrin from her horse's saddle and made a signal for the Russian to follow him. Vlad looked to Dmitrii and placed her paw on his snout. A high-pitched sound came from her, and although it was unintelligible to most Luperci, in the low speech pattern, it had meant "halt." Ironically it had been Sangi'lak's Issor that taught her how to communicate with her stallion, and although this word she had just used had different meanings, in this case it meant for him to stay where he was, near the entrance of the dens.

Obediently the wolfess followed the male, staying close as her worry for X'yrin built up. They entered the Alphas' Den and he set the tawny she-wolf down on her bed, and soon stated his name, X'ies. It was somewhat similar to Xy's name, the Russian thought distantly, and nodded. "I am Vladislava," she responded softly, her ears folding as she looked back at the limo figure of the Nomadic Alphess. "I met X'yrin some time ago, and I happened to come across this pack's borders while looking for a good place to seek shelter in... I recognized the scent from when I had run into your Alphess, and she came to me, saying I could stay here. However... When we set out to get out of the storm's way, she... She fainted." Vlad's muzzle dipped as her eyes slowly rolled back to the man's, and her hand ran back through her dark mane, ridding it of some of its wetness.


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ooc: Form;Secui -> Optime Date: 20th Sept

X'ies would look down at the unconscious female and shake his head. Typical, she had been sick, pushed herself too much in this weather and that had ultimately caused her to collapse. He was going to give her some sort of scathing remark when she woke up, and would have to find someone to keep their eye on her from now on. After all...she wasn't to be trusted it seemed in this state. Then what did that say for the leadership of the pack, yes that too was going to have to be added into his comments, just how the pack would function if this person had not found help, had not found their way inside with X'yrin in time. " Yes, that does sound like her...she is far too kind I think, but yes if she has already granted you refuge from the storm, then you are free to stay..however we do have rules concerning strangers walking among our grounds...primarily that is that you should be appointed a guardian whilst here". Of course, saying guardian as yammerer nice way of putting that she would be shadowed until she left the pack lands.


He would approach the entrance of the Alphas den and look out into the storm. " I have a feeling that the weather is not going to let up soon, no doubt we will be taken into the mountains to escape the danger of flooding....Since X'yrin is currently in no state to be your guardian, I will appoint myself in this position, you may use my den in the mountain as your own...do you have any problems with this?


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The Russian lady noticed X'ies shake his head at the unconscious Issor, but didn't know what to think of it. Had X'yrin done something like this before? She didn't know. Regardless Vlad still felt a pang of guilt in her heart for coming to Sangi'lak altogether—had she not been at the borders the Nomadic woman wouldn't of had to travel so far out and use up much of her strength.

She was pulled from her thoughts as the male spoke to her, and she turned to see him again. He informed her she was free to stay in his pack's lands if X'yrin had said she could, though that wandering the territory without a guardian wasn't permitted. She nodded softly at this, perhaps too subtle for X'ies to notice, as he soon made his way to the entrance of the den. The other Luperci stated he would appoint himself as her guardian since the Alphess was far too ill to do much other than sleep, and Vladislava nodded again, this time a bit more noticeably. "Да... That is fine," she answered, though she wasn't overly excited he'd be her guide whilst she was staying in Sangi'lak during the hurricane. Of course she had no intentions of staying there by herself, but she would've preferred X'yrin as her guardian over X'ies...

But that was a selfish thought. The tawny wolf needed to rest. She didn't have any time to babysit some foreigner. With this thought in mind Vladislava tried to remain grateful that the pack had taken her in at all, and fell silent as she looked to the woman on the bed again, the guilt rushing in once more.


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