A rest after a long journey.

[Shena]

Running unfaltering, miles after miles, head drooped but looking up and forward to see where she was going. Her legs were sore, paws were bleeding with the pads of them being almost runned off. Her pelt was dirty and dusty, eyes only a sliver opened, hiding her blue eyes. But she pushed her self on knowing if she didn't get to water or food soon she could collapse and wouldn't be able to get up and be stuck to die a painful death. She went on running wanting to live. She was skinny from her long journey for a new place to find some other and new wolves. She looked quiet shabby with her coat loose and dirty, you'd think you could just tap her with a paw and she'd fall over and couldn't get up is how bad she looked.

Tired and wiped out, finally finding water to drink after 10 days strait without food or water, running unstopped in her steps until she came upon this river. She stood there head next the water, her legs shaking viciously with weakness and buckled underneath her. Her front legs, chest, neck and head were in the water. It felt good. She raised her nose up so she could breath. Eyes closed, as she slurped up the water with her whole mouth, only her nose up to breath. The water helped her lots, rehydrating her, cleaning her silver white pelt with the current of the river.

Once she had gotten her fill of clean, sweet, and cool water rushing down her parched throat. She slowly lifted herself, water dripping from her front legs to her maw. She moved her head slowly around, eyes a little bit more open now she looked around seeing where she was. A nice cool river with a tree or two here and there with nice long grass to lay in. After looking around she felt very tired still and turned around in the water and laid down in it on the edge. To relax her feet she kept her back ones in the water and laid with her head on her front paws which were only a little bit out of the water. Closing her eyes, letting her body be caressed by the river's flow, ears down with ease.
Colawla fell asleep with in a minute, dreaming, and happy with being off her feet.

[Taz]

I might join....

[Shena]

ok

[Taz]

ooc: Joining!

ic: Padded paws, bleeding from the rough terrain, scar covered body, chocolate-bronze pelt, dirty; only the turquiose of the orbs, and the crooked grin keeping his beauty. He traveld for days. Getting nowhere. He had been following water bodies forever, never ceasing except for food. The mist was spraying from the rapids, and fog hung in the air around his knees. The large fire that had settled in his hopes that he had made it to a home extinguished to a small glowing ember. His dark turqouise dulled, looking more navy. He hadn't made it very far, only more water, most likely warm as other territories.
He glanced at the clear blue water, viewing his unglued structure. He dipped his head into the icy cold and then his long pelted body followed. The water carressed his scars, and rinsed away the shedded fur that had pasted itself to his ungroomed body with sweat. He drank the cool water when he noticed paws. They were dangling in the water.
Yakedo-omoi jumped out of the water surprised and shook his dark blonde body. His coat was short and less hot now. He felt so refreshed! He glanced around but did not see the owner of the paws. Wether it was poor eyesight or the fog, he searched but couldn't find the dragga or drappa. In giving up, the dragga swam into the cool stream. Maybe I have found a home, he thought, and then jumped and layed in the soft lush surronding grass.
Never in his life had he found such a home. He usually stayed in one beat down spot, an abondened den, or with a family from another species, but he always moved out by the next moon. He couldn't find a place were he could settle down and start a family, or just be happy, alone. He growled at the thought of being alone, but followed a low, grumpy snarl, unhappy with company. he never could make up his mind. He would most likely be more kind and less secluded in this terra, but old habits were always hard to break.
He stared into the sky and then let out a soft howl. His hawk, Day, soon alofted on his shoulder. He gave a small crooked, welcoming grin and then started snacking on the small rodent she dropped in front of him as she landed.

ooc: I know it is long, sorry!

[Shena]

(ooc: sorry mines alittle long to so I don't mind your's long at all.)

Her eyes opened a slit to see fog engulfing around her. Then she saw paws standing, the color was a blur to her with the fog, but they seemed to stop beside her and then go by, with the splash of water. Then the water calmed under the thick blanket of fog. Then she heard a set of wings come near and stop, then a few seconds later a thud hitting the grass on the other side of the river. She decided she had taken enough of a nap that she could get up and see what was going on. She pushed herself up on sore legs a little wobbly at first then she steadied herself. The fog only came up to alittle below the elbow on her. She looked around blinking her eyes till she could open them fully. She walked out of the water shook herself almost unfooting herself. Then she looked across the river to where she had heard the wings flap. She had to steady herself as she looked she saw a blond male with a hawk on his shoulder. She was confused because she had never seen that before, birds bonding with wolves. But then she saw the male he looked, his eyes she saw the beauty of the color, and his fur color was different from what she had ever seen. He looked pretty tall from where she was.

The she-wolf decided to go and find out who this stranger was, even though her feet were still hurting the water would cool them as she would cross. About half way she tripped on a rock that she didn't see through the fog and stumbled the rest of her way out of the river and practically into the stranger. Then after almost hitting him she stumbled alittle to his side and then before she fell over she sat down after turning around facing the other wolf with the hawk. She shook her silver white head that had a black stripe from her nose that went to the end of her tail. The Calowla looked up with her deep blue eyes at the wolf in front of her. Her black toes with black claws dinging into the earth to keep balance as you could hear her dark underbelly rumbling with hunger for food.

"I'm so sorry, sir, I've ran myself to very little strength and tiredness. Please forgive me for almost knocking you and your hawk over..... Um, oh where's my manners, " She mumbled to herself alittle loud. " I'm Calowla, and whom may you be." She asked courteously to the stranger that she almost knocked over with her clumsiness.

[Taz]

ooc: this one might not be long..

ic: Yakedo set his bright occuli on the creature that had spoke to him. His eyes were narrowed and he then turned his head towards the open vaccum of fog befor him. "I am the one called Yakedo-omoi, and if you stand farther up on the slope, you may stop tensing your claws," he spoke lowly and in an unemotional flat tone. His hope and hapiness burned, dancing inside of him, but his outside was cloaked with solemn; wanting to be alone, yet a little hopeful, knowing he was not alone.

He slid his elongated muscular body into the river once more. Day perched on his shoulder and her head followed fast swimming fish. She dove down and snatched one. She flew and laid the slippery morsel on the grass infront of the newcomer. She flew back and onto the silky deep blonde pelt to where she stayed. She steadiad herself as Omoi took strong, yet calm strokes in the river.

Omoi continued to exercise his legs by stroking the water. His coat swelled around him and he began to speak softly, "Do you live around here? If you do, may I join you in living on this terra?" his voice was gentle but throaty. He didn't really want to be disscussing this mater, but he didn't want to disturb the drappa.

Yakedo began to notice he wasn't his usual bubbly self around this drappa. It seemed as if her tensing or pain, even beauty was holding him back from it. He shook his head, trying to clear the train of thoughts that held to many passengers.

ic: I guess it will be!

[Shena]

ooc:long again.

Calowla did as he said and found out he was right, she didn't even have to try to balance herself. She nodded thanks to the hawk as it dropped the water morsel infront of her. She chowed down right away, bones, scales, and all. Starting with the head chewing, crushing, chomping, gnawing, and devouring it until nothing was left, taking at tops 5-10minutes. Then she looked up to where Yakedo Omoi went. And listened to his words. "I'm sorry to say I don't live here, I've just gotten here early on this middle sun. Stupidly I didn't think what I was doing ran practically ran myself down till my body was so sore and hurt that it could barely even move until I got to water. " She rolled her eyes at herself for how stupid she was to even to do that to herself. Now she would have to gain her slim strong figure back on hunting, relaxing, and swimming. "But if you want we could stick together just to help each other out in hunting and finding other wolves or a pack." She wasn't hept on asking for help means she's done most everything on her own in life besides when she had a male close to being a mate. She would have felt better if he was a female then a male because then she wouldn't have to worry about the female trying to make a move on her. But she really didn't have much choice but if he would be kind enough to help her back to full health.

The fish had given her more energy and strength so now she could walk strait and steadily. Lowla walked over and sat at the edge of the river as the fog was starting to be cleared away by a warm afternoon breeze. She watched Omoi swim around in the river. He was beautiful with the color of his fur and his eyes just amazing. But Lowla figured he really wouldn't like her looks at how scrawny she made herself. But if only he could see her at her tops max health with full muscled body, slim, with a thick, lush fur, and her usually bright deep blue eyes that many males are dazzled by. She put that thought out of her mind of thinking he would actually like her looking like this.

Lowla laid down and rested her head on her paws watching the male and hawk in the water. "So where you come from, and how did you wined up here?Hopefully not for such a stupid reason as me, and as stupidly as me." She joked that last sentence, even though she did criticize herself alot.

[Taz]

Omoi glanced at the drappa. She had rolled her eyes; towards him? He thought long and hard, his coat fluffing through the water as he stroked backwards, forwards and which way. He stepped out and shook his body. His dazzling eyes grew weak and his small grin formed into a straight line." I really don't like to much company. Two is enough," he stated glancin at Day, then at Calowla.

He began to be a tad more hyper, now that her tensity was gone. He usually acted this way around drappas, but once again his body slowed and went back to its aggressive, lazy self. He hung and shook his head, his short bronze hair flaying to the side. He thought about all the drappas he had entranced, and about Fujin. He really was close to her but... His large turqouise eyes dulled and became slitted. He rose his head and let out a mournful howl.

His hurt paws still bled, but he walked sorrowful on top of a small rocky spot. He dove his nose into the rocks, as the gods beat him with their fists. He wasn't born for his existance, but for torchor. He pulled his face skyward. Omoi's maw was blood covered, but he just sat there. Not knowing what to feel.

He turned his face towards Lowla after a long period of fog surronded silence. He pulled his head from side to side, as if saying, don't ask why I'm doing this. He glared at Day. She gave a short nod and flew off into the mountains, where his old home was.

How much he wanted a mate, but how much he wanted to be alone. Lowla would never like him if she knew the truth about him. And Fujin, never being around, he just couldn't take. No other drappa had really fallen or met him really anyways. He knew that his structure was really different. And his coat so strange, but he could really be nice past his rough personality, couldn't he?

He pushed the thoughts to the back of his head. "I'm from, I 'm not really sure, but I live in the mountains were Day just flew up to," he replied to Lowla's question. He countinued, " I wound up here looking for a home. I usually move every moon, but I think I like it here. I was also running from-" he didn't finish. She wouldn't to live around a torchored, curse-like wolf if she knew that. But he had questions of his own.

"Where are you from? What type of wolf are you? I'm a grey wolf with red, surprisingly." He could keep a random conversation forever, but stopped. He was probably weird enough already.

ooc: I sorry its long. It seems all we do is long though...

[Shena]

Lowla watched everything he did, usually to her an odd colored wolf like him would make her want to get away at how weird they looked. But something about the coloration with the turquoise eyes, and bronze/blondish colored coat just seemed like he was a better wolf then the usual grey, white, or black wolves. Lowla herself had a strange coat with, a silvery white color, then deep blue eyes, dark underbelly, black stripe, and black toes. She honestly thought she looked more weird then him. She looked herself over, and shook her head at how scruffy, skinny, and terrible she looked. Then she looked up at where Omoi was and walked alittle bit near him by the rocks.

Lowering her head a little in thought of what to say to his questions and answers, she picked up her paws and looked how bad they were as she was in train of thought. They were cut up,scratch up, tore up, and raw of padding, with still a lot of bleeding. But when she would walk she is one wolf not to let anyone know when she is hurting at all. Then once she got her words she looked back up into Omoi's face. "I come from the pack of Moon Runner's pack. It's about a three week trip from here to there if you take your time resting, hunting, and finding water. But I was stupid enough to just run until I found water, which touch me ten full days without food, water, or sleep. Well that is till now, and I really do thank you and your hawk for that fish...."she paused knowing that she was insulting herself more, for some reason she thought that if she unsalted herself that it would make herself feel better instead of insulting others and putting them down. "Well,"Lowla continued," I'm a supposedly white Timber wolf, but I'm more of an ocwared silver white, with weird marking. I'm the odd ball in my family, because my parents were black and grey, and my brothers and sisters are same as my parents, black and grey. I'm always different from everyone else, I've never seen anyone else look nearly as weird as me and my coloration. But you I think are kind of what do you call it hansom I guess with those eyes of yours and the pelt thats just so different from anyone else that it just fits you. Unlike me I wish I could at least be a solid color. Oh I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm babbling on, I usually don't around strangers."she shut herself up in a little bit of shame at her manners to Omoi. She didn't understand she never talked that much to someone unknown, but he seemed different and it bugged her alot. She sat down and glanced around. She wasn't really hept on asking the next question she had because she figured it would make him uneasy, but she should know if she ever wanted to become friends with him. "Um, do you run with anyone else or do run by yourself to place to place with your hawk? Or do you have a mate?" She asked on uneasy paws not knowing what he would do with such questions.

ooc: wow that was long sorry, I'd it's kinda fun posting long onces, but I think once we're on at the same time we'll be posting small posts.

[Taz]

ooc: this will be short for I must leave soon!

ic: Omoi stood there staring at the blabbling wolf. He sensed she was embarressed and in kindness, he actually answered her. " Just me and 'my hawk'. Her name's Day," He felt alittle rude saying this to the varg that called him hadsome, so he complimented her coat. " Thank you for my coat, I never really was fond of it. Your's on the contrary is quite lovely," for a loner wolf, he had high vocabulary.

"No I don't have a mate," he said smal and slyly. "Do you, because I was wondering if we could, well live together, but if you had a mate that would be different..." his voice trailed off to the skys. Had the gods torchored him again, or was this varg really going to be his good friend...

ooc: It is short. -giggles-

[Shena]

ooc: tired to make it shorter didn't really work.sorry.

"Oh really, I thought it was a little on the odd side with so many markings." She said looking up at him with a little twinkle in her eyes from the complement of her pelt, and if a wolf could blush she would have. Then Lowla was surprised with his next words. "No I don't have a mate," "Do you, because I was wondering if we could, well live together, but if you had a mate that would be different..." .Is he really asking this, I mean, me why me, but it would be kind of nice, living with someone else then my pack at home. Maybe we'll be friends. She thought to herself with an amazed looked and then a smile as she turned back to Omoi to answer him.

"Well, that's what I've come here to look for means the last male wolf...." Lowla dropped off, not wanting to remember. But started up again." well lets just I've come looking here for a mate, or pack, or some new good friends. Or if I'm even lucky, maybe someday get a family if the gods even allow me to even find a mate. For whats happened in the past it's like they hate me." She said looking at him with a slite smile and a glint in her eye. " And yes, if you'd be so kind to let me live with you I would like it alot." She answered his last question.

[Taz]

ooc: That's okay. I don't mind if it's long anyway. That's the sign of a good writer! : )

ic: "Why would they hate you...?" Omoi asked in a surprised voice. He never knew any varg that hated another for their pelt, or something. He looked over his shoulder at this own coat. No one has every treated me differently for my coat.. He shook his bushy head, and mane of bronze and chocolate fluffing around his maw and ears and neck. He let one of his good grins sweep across his face.

"Well, that's good. I don't like too much company, but none besides Day is torchoreus," he wanted to let out what real, pure torchor he recieved, but in his next hunt his throat would be slitted or something painful. He rotated his neck on his shoulder blades making small cracking noises. He let his long sharp claws eject, and his creamy fangs drew out, like bleached owl talons. He skitted off for a short moment, returning with a young moose clamped in his maw.

He dropped the innocent lera on the soggy blades of grass, and started chewing away. He gobbled most of it down for he hadn't eaten as usal as he did lately. He shoved the moose towards Lowla with aching paws and then with more hurting jaws stated calmly, "If we shall live together, we must share some food," His stomach growled with hunger and and evil glare stocked in his turquoise eyes.

He tried to let up a bit, but it made him look awful strange. He already did, but this varg hadn't minded his oddisy, though he looked mean in this way. It was his most likely personality, but, he didn't want to come off that way. He smiled and he slapped himself in the belly. He stepped off to the water and stared at his reflection. He adjusted his facial features, and then walked back over. He was looking much better.

He shook his head in ridding of impatience. If she didn't accept soon, he would swallow the rest of it whole.

ooc: This is a little longer.

[Shena]

ooc:another long, and in your last post with him slapping his belly it sounded like he was a human. But oh well, it was funny.

Before he went off she saw his expression after he said, "Why would they hate you...?". Then watched him run off for a while. She debated if she should tell him her past, or just say it's nothing much just that the gods seem like they won't let me get close to anyone and...., anything else she could think to say. Lowla didn't feel like it was the right time to tell him what had happened yet when he came back.

Lowla looked up from when she laid down when Omoi dropped the moose near her and pushed it closer to her. "Thank you, Yakedo-omoi. I a presseat it alot. And thank-you again to letting me live with you." She said this kinda sadly from remembering what had happened to her love that was now dead forever. She started eating her share of the lera herself. It tasted so good, so sweet the still warm blood, running over her tongue and down her throat. After the first few savored bites she started gorging on it as her belly ached for more. But she didn't take more then she needed till her next meal.

Once she was done, happy with being full, she got up and walked over to the water with sore feet as well. Cleaned her face off as she drank from the water. "You can have the rest if you want Omoi, I'll be fine for now." She noticed his feet were leaving alittle of blood after each step he took."Um, are you ok I mean, your paws. Are you going to be fine walking on bleeding feet. Maybe once you show me your place when you want to, you should take a rest so your feet don't get hurt anymore then needed." She suggested knowing she was being a hypocrite herself with her feet hurting more then you could Imagen. And also leaving alittle blood them selves as she walked. After washing off she turned and walked back sitting near Omoi, waiting if he'd finish off the rest of the morsel.

"But to answer why the gods would hate is that is never seems that they want me close to anyone, It's as if they want me to be alone for as long as a live, for whats happened in the past, anyone I got close to something bad happened to them. They got killed, or badly hurt in which would make me think it was my fault. So that's why I think they hate me." She said starting to like her paws calmly showing no emotion over what she had just said, but inside she was a wreck wanting to run off alone and cry but she knew how to keep herself together and not show anything. When she was done licking her paws she laid down watching Omoi, his smile was cute to her and his eyes just added to it. But she dared not to get close to him or he might have something happen to him that was bad. So she just smiled, she looked alot better now feed and washed up, even though Lowla still had to get her agility back and everything else to get her back in shape, her eyes shined a little in the soothing sun coming threw a few clouds and over some trees.

ooc:mines longer!

[Taz]

ooc: Well mine was in smaller font, o0o0o! -giggles-

ic: Omoi looked up to the skies, his bronze streaked pelt shining in the redness of the sun. He glanced down at the moose and finished it up. Should I...? he thought, She told me her story... he kept shaking and nodding his bushy head until he made a desicion. "Well, if your worried about me being for you now with me and all, it won't matter. I'm pained too..." he took a long pause, trying to decide whether to go on or not. "I was the oddball of my family too. My whole family was either small or smaller, for we're mainly red wolf. My father was grey wolf, my mom was the red, so I was the only one with this colouration. I was the only one who was torchored. I always ended the day with blood." He stopped, thinking he had gone to far.

Omoi stood up and circled around a small pound. "If you don't like the fact that my paws are bleeding, could you clean up yours and then doctor mine?" he asked softly. He sat down, only to stand back up again. He turned his head over his shoulder and then flicked it up to the sky. He pulled it back into it's normal postion, his coat not stirred at all.

His crooked grin embedded across his face again, his entrancing optics bright and his auds erect. He turned his chocolate streaked head towards Lowla. I've never had someone who didn't care that I looked and acted so different. he thought reasonably. He tossled his head and shook his front paw before he started to scan the area for a cave or abondened den.

"Would you mind helping me find a den or cave we could stay in Lowla?" it was the first time he had said her name when he was talking to her. As he turned his head around again Day alofted on his back. What was she doing here empty handed? She was supposed to bring his moss and fur bed so they would have something to lay on.

ooc: I finished

[Shena]

Occ: sorry i've been buisy and trying to think how to respond to your last repost. It will be up soon.