Post by Gina on Nov 16, 2005 17:20:12 GMT -5
Loka, only Drappa cub of StarWinder Alphas Citali and Tempestas, was ten weeks old, just like her three brothers. She had left her mother’s den permanently, stepped outside, and moved to the rendezvous site, a clearing in the StarWinder forest area with a massive oak tree and a branch of the river in it. The oak tree was the largest in the entire forest, and hollow inside except for a few mushrooms that stuck out like steps so one could climb up and down the tree like a ladder. Loka was that only one of the cubs to reach the top, but of course, she was the only one to try.
It was her second day living at the rendezvous site. She wasn’t old enough to travel and hunt with the pack yet, so she had to stay at the rendezvous site with her brothers and someone within a few miles to keep an eye and a nose out for them.
Loka was a very pretty cub, her pelt a delicate blonde, ranging in many shades. Her fur faded from gold, to blonde, to white-blonde, and even to white. Mixed in her fur was a hint of strawberry blonde, but it couldn’t be seen from much further than a few feet away. The little cub’s deep blue eyes were much prettier than her mother’s were, and darker than the usual cub’s ice blue birth eyes. She had a little bit ‘fluffier’ tail than her brothers might have, but that just came from her mother. Her attitude came from her mother, as well.
Loka had always wanted to become the next Alpha of StarWinder ever since her mother had explained the pack life her first visit to the rendezvous site when she was about five weeks old, her mother carried her to the rendezvous site and let her play there until dark, under very close watch, with her brothers. Having three brothers and an aggressive mother, she sometimes acted like a Dragga, but had many feminine interests, just as all Drappas should.
The little cub was now sitting on a thick, low hanging branch of the oak tree, her tiny body blowing through the tempests of summer wind. Summer was almost half way over, and just the tiniest hint of chilling air was blowing around high up in the branches of the oak.
Loka loved singing, she did it all the time with her mother, while she sang them to sleep at night when she was younger, or what Loka thought was ‘when she was a cub’. The winds whirled around in unheard notes of music, inspiring the little cub to sing something her mother had sung when they went to sleep a few nights ago. She opened her maw, the notes coming out in a beautiful, slightly squeaky tone.
How do you explain, how do you describe
A love that goes from east to west, and runs as deep as it is wide
You know all our hopes, Tor you know all our fears
And words cannot express the love we feel, but we long for you to hear
So listen to our hearts
Oh Tor please listen
Hear our spitis sing
And hear us sing…
A song of praise that flows
A simple song of praise…
From those you have redeemed
From those you have redeemed
We will use the words we know to tell you what an awesome God you are
But words are not enough to tell you of our love, so listen to our hearts
If words could fall like rain, from this maw of mine
And if I had a thousand years, I would still run out of time
So if you listen to my heart, every beat will say
Tank you for the life, thank you for the truth, thank you for the way.
So listen to our hearts
Oh Tor please listen
Hear our spitis sing
And hear us sing…
A song of praise that flows
A simple song of praise…
From those you have redeemed
From those you have redeemed
We will use the words we know to tell you what an awesome God you are
But words are not enough to tell you of our love, so listen to our hearts
You know all our hopes, Tor you know all our fears
And words cannot express the love we feel, but we long for you to hear
So listen to our hearts
Oh Tor please listen
Hear our spirits sing
And hear us sing…
A song of praise that flows
A simple song of praise…
From those you have redeemed
From those you have redeemed
We will use the words we know to tell you what an awesome God you are
But words are not enough to tell you of our love, so listen to our hearts
Words are not enough to tell you of our love, so listen to our hearts
Ooc:That song I learned at ISCC, a Christian camp. I modified it to work with the wolves, though. Just so you know.
It was her second day living at the rendezvous site. She wasn’t old enough to travel and hunt with the pack yet, so she had to stay at the rendezvous site with her brothers and someone within a few miles to keep an eye and a nose out for them.
Loka was a very pretty cub, her pelt a delicate blonde, ranging in many shades. Her fur faded from gold, to blonde, to white-blonde, and even to white. Mixed in her fur was a hint of strawberry blonde, but it couldn’t be seen from much further than a few feet away. The little cub’s deep blue eyes were much prettier than her mother’s were, and darker than the usual cub’s ice blue birth eyes. She had a little bit ‘fluffier’ tail than her brothers might have, but that just came from her mother. Her attitude came from her mother, as well.
Loka had always wanted to become the next Alpha of StarWinder ever since her mother had explained the pack life her first visit to the rendezvous site when she was about five weeks old, her mother carried her to the rendezvous site and let her play there until dark, under very close watch, with her brothers. Having three brothers and an aggressive mother, she sometimes acted like a Dragga, but had many feminine interests, just as all Drappas should.
The little cub was now sitting on a thick, low hanging branch of the oak tree, her tiny body blowing through the tempests of summer wind. Summer was almost half way over, and just the tiniest hint of chilling air was blowing around high up in the branches of the oak.
Loka loved singing, she did it all the time with her mother, while she sang them to sleep at night when she was younger, or what Loka thought was ‘when she was a cub’. The winds whirled around in unheard notes of music, inspiring the little cub to sing something her mother had sung when they went to sleep a few nights ago. She opened her maw, the notes coming out in a beautiful, slightly squeaky tone.
How do you explain, how do you describe
A love that goes from east to west, and runs as deep as it is wide
You know all our hopes, Tor you know all our fears
And words cannot express the love we feel, but we long for you to hear
So listen to our hearts
Oh Tor please listen
Hear our spitis sing
And hear us sing…
A song of praise that flows
A simple song of praise…
From those you have redeemed
From those you have redeemed
We will use the words we know to tell you what an awesome God you are
But words are not enough to tell you of our love, so listen to our hearts
If words could fall like rain, from this maw of mine
And if I had a thousand years, I would still run out of time
So if you listen to my heart, every beat will say
Tank you for the life, thank you for the truth, thank you for the way.
So listen to our hearts
Oh Tor please listen
Hear our spitis sing
And hear us sing…
A song of praise that flows
A simple song of praise…
From those you have redeemed
From those you have redeemed
We will use the words we know to tell you what an awesome God you are
But words are not enough to tell you of our love, so listen to our hearts
You know all our hopes, Tor you know all our fears
And words cannot express the love we feel, but we long for you to hear
So listen to our hearts
Oh Tor please listen
Hear our spirits sing
And hear us sing…
A song of praise that flows
A simple song of praise…
From those you have redeemed
From those you have redeemed
We will use the words we know to tell you what an awesome God you are
But words are not enough to tell you of our love, so listen to our hearts
Words are not enough to tell you of our love, so listen to our hearts
Ooc:That song I learned at ISCC, a Christian camp. I modified it to work with the wolves, though. Just so you know.