Post by Feros on Aug 31, 2009 21:45:19 GMT
Kiano Jaden searched for the family and the protection he had recieved as a pup in these quiet lands. Maybe he would come upon old friends, Feros would sure smell him coming. The only Offspring that his mother has had, that he knows of. It has been a long while since he was stolen away by something he no longer remembers. Searching his memory as his ebony talons inched him further into the lands of his earliest memories. Maybe into the Lands that his mother inhabits. Snout to the wind, the scent of an Old friend lingers in the air. That scent was an old reminder of happier days. Times have been hard on this 2 year old Half Breed. The Dire that flows through his veins surely must show now, with his size. He surely must have gotten that from his mothers side of the family. Scent caught even stronger now as he made tracks closer to the originality of that sweet scent.
Feros. Bitch lay in solitude as the pitch evening marched onwards, her mind becoming ever faint with each passing moment. She hadn't slept again. It's time like this that the fae gazed upon the past, the faces, the loving family that once was, before many went missing, of course. Reflecting on the past seemed so real today, it was almost as if she could smell the sweet scent of the old litters. Gaze scanned the horizen, and, surely enough, a large frame broke through the darkness that enveloped the area. That scent... Fae would wonder to herself. It was not unknown to her. It couldn't be, could it? Scent registered in her memory, recalling the source of such a nostalgic aura. Surely enough, there he was, in all his, now rather sizeable, grace. Bitch stood up and padded slowly toward the male, grace of a drunk as she wandered. She was tired. A swift nuzzle belay upon the soft fur of an old friend. "Kiano..." Fae would speak, that same, terrifying, polyphonic demon voice that was her own. "It has been quite some time, old friend."
Kiano Jaden made it to that place from the earliest memory he could recall. Looking across to the cave's he knew to be the pack den. Maybe he would be taken back into the pack, without words about why he left. Drudging up the past was never one of his finer qualities. Lifting his muzzle into the air as the scent got closer. Heart beating faster as he noticed the Fae Feros inching closer. That sweet intoxicating scent that led him on this path to find his home and his family. Surely he would be accepted here. Scars beat across his face from old fights. surely they would notice those? Massive talons inch into the ground as he lowers his fram to sit. Nuzzling Feros opening his mouth as his Deep Controlling voice echos around them. 'Feros, I never thought i would find any of you. Not after so long.' Lowering his head, focusing on the calming voice of such an old friend.
Feros. Bitch stood, listening intently, tail high in the air, still showing dominance. A smile played across the Fae's face, large capitulum almost consumed by such a display of happiness. 'Twas rare to see such a sight. Curiosity tainted her mind more than anything else, and fae was simply dying to question the young male. "Your mother has been very concerned for you, young Fen. May I ask what happened some two years ago?" Fae would question. The male was larger now than he was when last she belayed her gaze upon him. His tiny, sweet frame was indeed a beauty to behold, and now, he was gargantuous in comparison. Yet still, Fae did indeed tower above him, as she did all of her pack, except for her sister Grey, of course.Fae interrupted the male as he parted maw to speak. "Before we shall converse, we should find a more comfortable place to relax. Come, step into the den with me. The other wolves are asleep across the other side, and so we shall not disturb them as we speak." Fae spoke, trotting toward the den entrance in a more lifted way as curiosity stabbed at her mind.
Kiano Jaden followed the Fae into the den, his walk was quiet and well placed upon the cold ground inside the den. Following behind Feros he could sense she was inticed to know why he left. He had hoped this question would come later on. But he had to face it, it was his past. And whatever you dont deal with makes you weak. Lowering his head to the floor he began the tale. 'Well, i was over at the watering hole. I was small when i was a pup, yet i was still bigger then others my age. But i was getting a drink when all of a sudden the water seemed to rise and it engulfed me. I was swimming farther and farther away from home. Swimming hard just trying to stay afloat.' Turning his head he listened to the Water that was close by. Taking a deep breath he began again, 'I swam for what i suppose was an hour before i finally got to shore. I realized how far from home i was when i could smell nothing of our packs scent. I found a small hole in a hollow tree and slept there through the night. In the morning i began my journey home. I found others and one looked after me for a while, i was with him for a month. He looked after me and taught me how to survive. He was like a father to me in a way. But then we were attacked and he was fatally injured. I took my revenge on the others.' Hate boiled in his insides, Crimson slowly swept across his eyes. Seeing what he did to those two who killed his friend. 'After he died i started back home. and after almost a year of searching, Here I am, back home at last.'
Feros. Bitch listened contently to the story as the Fen explained in detail the past two years of his life. She would watch closely, noting the change in the male's eyes. Seems he's already experienced the Fury. A slight smile spread across her face as she realised. He always did take after me. Fae thought, gazing at the top of the cave in some crude daydream. Clouded vision became wiped clean as Fae snapped back into reality. "I see. Seeing death at an early age can scar one, or it can stengthen one, however you reacted. You put the balance back in taking revenge..." Fae would speak, pausing slightly before speaking again. "... I noticed that change in your eyes. How long have you had that ability for?" she would question, curiosity flying from parted maw as she yawned, out of tiring, not discourtesy.
Kiano Jaden looked up to the Fae as she spoke. 'I dont know, it just sort of started happening after.. well after things happend.' Fen lowered his head, lifting his paw to touch the scar that came across his face. Kiano had long since lost his childish ways. Looking over towards where he spen most of his early days, laying with his mother. Not knowing what was coming in his future. Pain, Anger, Hate, and Wisdom. 'After My mentor was killed, i went and got my revenge, and it happened right before everything happened. I honestly didnt know that i could do things that i did. It sort of just all spilled out of me at once. Do you know what i mean?' Surely she must know what happened to him. He had no answers for himself. Maybe the Fae before him would know why all those things had just appeared. If she didnt know what had happened he surely would be lost in the intensity of what happened, and what might happen in the future. That fear is the reason and the driving force of him finding his way home again. Hoping someone here could explain why these things have been happening to him lately.
Feros. Bitch stared at his disknowledge of such. "As I now assume, your mentor failed to teach you of such." Fae paused as she took a long breath, before sighing deeply. "What you're experiencing, Kiano, is something that every BlackBlood gores through at some point. We call it The Fury..." Bitch would state, stopping as she thought of how to word such a difficult subject. "One experiences such a change during great emotion, usually anger or depression. Your senses become far keener, your movement increases dramtically as you get a burst of energy, and you become completely raged." Bitch would explain, hesitating once more as she stared at the surely still confused young male. "You can see the change by your eyes, they change colour. Your pupils disappear, and you go through some other physical changes in rare cases. As a blackblood, I have Fury. It completely changes my figure. No one lives past that sight." She spoke, cold memories of her bloodthirsty past rising up from the ancient wisdom of this Fae. "It's possible to master the Fury, but it costs you in a fight afterwards. You become so fatigued you usually can't move afterwards."
Kiano Jaden nodded. Surely this must be what was happening to him. The only thing that confused him was the last part. 'After my revenge was taken, i didnt feel fatigued. I was completely fine. It felt as though a weight was lifted so to speak. I got up and continued on my journey right after. Have you ever heard of a case such as this?' He asked the Fae, answers were what he needed at this time. Questions lingered in his head, unspoken words of the pup that lay dorment in his past. Only questions that he wanted answered at this time would he ask. Better that way, not all at once. One thing before another. Just like he used to say to himself, One paw before the other. He would never stop, never stop searching for his family, that he now had found again at last. Looking up to the Fae waiting on the answer he so desperately needed. Silent as he had ever been before.
Feros. Bitch thought to herself for a moment before answering. "Wolves with Fury usually don't get fatigued on their first bout of such. It's especially common if they are lazy wolves, a lot of energy is stored in lazy wolves." Fae would state. She knew little more about the Fury, and so all she could do was remain silent. Bitch would lie in solitude, a warm breeze rolling in. 'Twas a strange evening indeed. Memories of her bloody past arose to haunt her once more, flashing by in a matter of moments. Lyra, her parents, the laboratory in which she was created. Everything, caused by her. Depression hit the Fae. 'Twas then she stood up, padding slowly to the entrance of the den, sitting down at the front and gazing up at the stars. The sound of the seas, as well as the salty scent that followed, brought along by a slight breeze, causing obsidian and albaster follicles to follow in the northeasterly direction in which it was blowing toward. The distant calling of a lone Wolf could be heard, as well as a few of the Nocturn. Somewhere she's out there, watching over me. Fae would wonder to herself as gaze switched from Star to Star. Fae would just sit there, almost waiting for Lyra to come bounding up to her, pouncing Fae and covering her face with slobbery licks. Deep sigh emitted from Fae's mouth, depression engulfing her entire being, the very essence of her soul crying out for Lyra to return once more. A small, salty teardrop ran down the soft fur upon her capitulum, falling to the ground as it reached pelt's edge. Fae was alone in the world, companion in life or no.
Kiano Jaden Followed after the Fae. Noticing the look on Feros' face. Looking to the sky the Stars were out in numbers tonight. His first night back in the pride to which he searched for over a year for. Mother would deffinately by surprised by his return. Thinking about the reunion that would take place a smile faded into fear of what could happen to him with this Fury to which Feros was talking to him about. Would he truely become enveloped with it next time? It was an intoxicating feeling when the Fury came over him. Like nothing could even think about crossing his path at the time. Searching the stars for answers to his many questions. Surely he would be able to control it. Like he did the last time. He would not let something control the way he thinks, and deffinately not control the way he acts. He would be able to control it, and the feelings it creates. Looking over to the Fae he would gently nuzzle her 'I missed you all. Very much.' he said softly. Maw parted as small yawn was emitted. Finally he could sleep peacefully, knowing he has finally found his home. Where he is accepted for who he is, not what he can do.
Feros. Bitch lay in solitude as the pitch evening marched onwards, her mind becoming ever faint with each passing moment. She hadn't slept again. It's time like this that the fae gazed upon the past, the faces, the loving family that once was, before many went missing, of course. Reflecting on the past seemed so real today, it was almost as if she could smell the sweet scent of the old litters. Gaze scanned the horizen, and, surely enough, a large frame broke through the darkness that enveloped the area. That scent... Fae would wonder to herself. It was not unknown to her. It couldn't be, could it? Scent registered in her memory, recalling the source of such a nostalgic aura. Surely enough, there he was, in all his, now rather sizeable, grace. Bitch stood up and padded slowly toward the male, grace of a drunk as she wandered. She was tired. A swift nuzzle belay upon the soft fur of an old friend. "Kiano..." Fae would speak, that same, terrifying, polyphonic demon voice that was her own. "It has been quite some time, old friend."
Kiano Jaden made it to that place from the earliest memory he could recall. Looking across to the cave's he knew to be the pack den. Maybe he would be taken back into the pack, without words about why he left. Drudging up the past was never one of his finer qualities. Lifting his muzzle into the air as the scent got closer. Heart beating faster as he noticed the Fae Feros inching closer. That sweet intoxicating scent that led him on this path to find his home and his family. Surely he would be accepted here. Scars beat across his face from old fights. surely they would notice those? Massive talons inch into the ground as he lowers his fram to sit. Nuzzling Feros opening his mouth as his Deep Controlling voice echos around them. 'Feros, I never thought i would find any of you. Not after so long.' Lowering his head, focusing on the calming voice of such an old friend.
Feros. Bitch stood, listening intently, tail high in the air, still showing dominance. A smile played across the Fae's face, large capitulum almost consumed by such a display of happiness. 'Twas rare to see such a sight. Curiosity tainted her mind more than anything else, and fae was simply dying to question the young male. "Your mother has been very concerned for you, young Fen. May I ask what happened some two years ago?" Fae would question. The male was larger now than he was when last she belayed her gaze upon him. His tiny, sweet frame was indeed a beauty to behold, and now, he was gargantuous in comparison. Yet still, Fae did indeed tower above him, as she did all of her pack, except for her sister Grey, of course.Fae interrupted the male as he parted maw to speak. "Before we shall converse, we should find a more comfortable place to relax. Come, step into the den with me. The other wolves are asleep across the other side, and so we shall not disturb them as we speak." Fae spoke, trotting toward the den entrance in a more lifted way as curiosity stabbed at her mind.
Kiano Jaden followed the Fae into the den, his walk was quiet and well placed upon the cold ground inside the den. Following behind Feros he could sense she was inticed to know why he left. He had hoped this question would come later on. But he had to face it, it was his past. And whatever you dont deal with makes you weak. Lowering his head to the floor he began the tale. 'Well, i was over at the watering hole. I was small when i was a pup, yet i was still bigger then others my age. But i was getting a drink when all of a sudden the water seemed to rise and it engulfed me. I was swimming farther and farther away from home. Swimming hard just trying to stay afloat.' Turning his head he listened to the Water that was close by. Taking a deep breath he began again, 'I swam for what i suppose was an hour before i finally got to shore. I realized how far from home i was when i could smell nothing of our packs scent. I found a small hole in a hollow tree and slept there through the night. In the morning i began my journey home. I found others and one looked after me for a while, i was with him for a month. He looked after me and taught me how to survive. He was like a father to me in a way. But then we were attacked and he was fatally injured. I took my revenge on the others.' Hate boiled in his insides, Crimson slowly swept across his eyes. Seeing what he did to those two who killed his friend. 'After he died i started back home. and after almost a year of searching, Here I am, back home at last.'
Feros. Bitch listened contently to the story as the Fen explained in detail the past two years of his life. She would watch closely, noting the change in the male's eyes. Seems he's already experienced the Fury. A slight smile spread across her face as she realised. He always did take after me. Fae thought, gazing at the top of the cave in some crude daydream. Clouded vision became wiped clean as Fae snapped back into reality. "I see. Seeing death at an early age can scar one, or it can stengthen one, however you reacted. You put the balance back in taking revenge..." Fae would speak, pausing slightly before speaking again. "... I noticed that change in your eyes. How long have you had that ability for?" she would question, curiosity flying from parted maw as she yawned, out of tiring, not discourtesy.
Kiano Jaden looked up to the Fae as she spoke. 'I dont know, it just sort of started happening after.. well after things happend.' Fen lowered his head, lifting his paw to touch the scar that came across his face. Kiano had long since lost his childish ways. Looking over towards where he spen most of his early days, laying with his mother. Not knowing what was coming in his future. Pain, Anger, Hate, and Wisdom. 'After My mentor was killed, i went and got my revenge, and it happened right before everything happened. I honestly didnt know that i could do things that i did. It sort of just all spilled out of me at once. Do you know what i mean?' Surely she must know what happened to him. He had no answers for himself. Maybe the Fae before him would know why all those things had just appeared. If she didnt know what had happened he surely would be lost in the intensity of what happened, and what might happen in the future. That fear is the reason and the driving force of him finding his way home again. Hoping someone here could explain why these things have been happening to him lately.
Feros. Bitch stared at his disknowledge of such. "As I now assume, your mentor failed to teach you of such." Fae paused as she took a long breath, before sighing deeply. "What you're experiencing, Kiano, is something that every BlackBlood gores through at some point. We call it The Fury..." Bitch would state, stopping as she thought of how to word such a difficult subject. "One experiences such a change during great emotion, usually anger or depression. Your senses become far keener, your movement increases dramtically as you get a burst of energy, and you become completely raged." Bitch would explain, hesitating once more as she stared at the surely still confused young male. "You can see the change by your eyes, they change colour. Your pupils disappear, and you go through some other physical changes in rare cases. As a blackblood, I have Fury. It completely changes my figure. No one lives past that sight." She spoke, cold memories of her bloodthirsty past rising up from the ancient wisdom of this Fae. "It's possible to master the Fury, but it costs you in a fight afterwards. You become so fatigued you usually can't move afterwards."
Kiano Jaden nodded. Surely this must be what was happening to him. The only thing that confused him was the last part. 'After my revenge was taken, i didnt feel fatigued. I was completely fine. It felt as though a weight was lifted so to speak. I got up and continued on my journey right after. Have you ever heard of a case such as this?' He asked the Fae, answers were what he needed at this time. Questions lingered in his head, unspoken words of the pup that lay dorment in his past. Only questions that he wanted answered at this time would he ask. Better that way, not all at once. One thing before another. Just like he used to say to himself, One paw before the other. He would never stop, never stop searching for his family, that he now had found again at last. Looking up to the Fae waiting on the answer he so desperately needed. Silent as he had ever been before.
Feros. Bitch thought to herself for a moment before answering. "Wolves with Fury usually don't get fatigued on their first bout of such. It's especially common if they are lazy wolves, a lot of energy is stored in lazy wolves." Fae would state. She knew little more about the Fury, and so all she could do was remain silent. Bitch would lie in solitude, a warm breeze rolling in. 'Twas a strange evening indeed. Memories of her bloody past arose to haunt her once more, flashing by in a matter of moments. Lyra, her parents, the laboratory in which she was created. Everything, caused by her. Depression hit the Fae. 'Twas then she stood up, padding slowly to the entrance of the den, sitting down at the front and gazing up at the stars. The sound of the seas, as well as the salty scent that followed, brought along by a slight breeze, causing obsidian and albaster follicles to follow in the northeasterly direction in which it was blowing toward. The distant calling of a lone Wolf could be heard, as well as a few of the Nocturn. Somewhere she's out there, watching over me. Fae would wonder to herself as gaze switched from Star to Star. Fae would just sit there, almost waiting for Lyra to come bounding up to her, pouncing Fae and covering her face with slobbery licks. Deep sigh emitted from Fae's mouth, depression engulfing her entire being, the very essence of her soul crying out for Lyra to return once more. A small, salty teardrop ran down the soft fur upon her capitulum, falling to the ground as it reached pelt's edge. Fae was alone in the world, companion in life or no.
Kiano Jaden Followed after the Fae. Noticing the look on Feros' face. Looking to the sky the Stars were out in numbers tonight. His first night back in the pride to which he searched for over a year for. Mother would deffinately by surprised by his return. Thinking about the reunion that would take place a smile faded into fear of what could happen to him with this Fury to which Feros was talking to him about. Would he truely become enveloped with it next time? It was an intoxicating feeling when the Fury came over him. Like nothing could even think about crossing his path at the time. Searching the stars for answers to his many questions. Surely he would be able to control it. Like he did the last time. He would not let something control the way he thinks, and deffinately not control the way he acts. He would be able to control it, and the feelings it creates. Looking over to the Fae he would gently nuzzle her 'I missed you all. Very much.' he said softly. Maw parted as small yawn was emitted. Finally he could sleep peacefully, knowing he has finally found his home. Where he is accepted for who he is, not what he can do.