Káletárë's Sovereignty

[erynia]

The blanket of lowering shadow began to rise o'er the Shinkou, and to the bordered mountain peaks to the east, the cerise outline of the rising Helios grew visible, and one by one the luminaries began to fade. As the light grew of greater intensity, the sod on the emerald pastures began to glisten with the morning dew, still clinging to the verdid blades, and the West Wind was still. Annotines, safe in their boughs, began to wake, ruffling their feather'd plumes, and the cronies too make their morning rounds. Cervidae graze freely in the vast lea, no longer concerned about the predators of the night, whom as the light began to spread fled back into their shadowy dwellings in the heart of the wood.

Káletárë, however, was wide awake. In the heart of the timberland of the Shinkou, she stepp'd silently o'er the crisp sod, for winter had faded into the spring months, and the frost still varily spread across the floor. Above her, Helios's rays filtered downward through the long, spindly fingers of the junipers, the golden beams intercepted by the virdid leaves of the pine, showering down below. Ever the wanderer, the faemora was very observant, and took much of her time to stop and appreciate the sublime being of the wood, the tranquility of the fields, the mighty assurance of the mountain halls.

The elegant faemora walked to the trunk of a mighty oak and laid down to rest, her plumage falling gracefully atop her snout, the ice crystals falling from the crisp'd limbs overhead landing on her bleached peltage, also shining as they caught the sun's morning glimmer. Pillars and mitts folded comfortably 'neath her belly, she stared fixedly on the woodland around her, and the magickal feeling of these lands was a bit unsettling to the new fae, and yet at the same time offered complete solace and protection from her fears and doubts. The sounds of the breezes, the rustling of the leaves aloft as the boughs swayed with each mighty breath was a lullaby to her troubled ears, and she shut her cerulean oculars, for her senses were much stronger when sight was cut. The song of the nature around her willed her to a light doze, taking in the essence of her domain around her. For once, she was at peace.

[Aveilthé]

OOC: Like woah. I'm impressed with your ability of roleplay. =) How you strung the words together in such a way is a true peice of art. I admire that.

Now... I'll fix up some kind of reply. z_z

[erynia]

OOC: Thank you very much, Kaoru. As I was telling Hikaru earlier, I am by no means a n00b. I take my work quite seriously. Now that said, post back, someone! xD ... ... ... Please?

[Aveilthé]

Indeed the days were warm, but barely unnoticed by a creature seeing knowingly within the gloomy mists of the lush, emerald forests. Fresh and vigorous pines were dappled with hues of glaucous-green oaks, and from woolly boughs weighed the damp cones of fiery cinnamon. The smell of the pines were intense to the nostrils of such creature, laying up beneath such pines, heavily-clawed paws dangling about the branch of one giant oak.

If one were to look carefully, such individual would notice an outline of the creature, more so the outline of a wolf; no more, no less. Indeed, he was a scrawny fellow, with the body of a large male, yet something bizarre was apparent about his appearance. It was like a guarded secret... The enigmatic face, glowed two pupiless eyes; bright sapphirine, and wide-eyed... About the surface of his eye looked to possess a thin film. Obviously he was blind. Bunches of eye excess seem to accumulate around such, almost unnerving to see.

But for now, such lids of wolfish eyes were closed. Perhaps the wolf was dreaming, of running away into far and great lands, even greater than Shinkou. But such was known to him. In days of late, such a beast dozed quietly, away from society and despairing lands of the ookami's, into this forest of gold and green monolithes... few treaded here, and if they have, they did not hinder any awakening of this creature.

Scrawny tail quivered upon the lower branch. It was rather thin, like a black rag. Indeed, the entire beast looked like a black rag, draped over the bough of which he lay like that of an old branch, never to fidget.

Perhaps the reasoning while such a tail quivered as the wind above blew ceaselessly through the evergreen, was the fact that there was another creature in his midst. Such was the reason of his twitching movements. At that instant, ears shot straight upwards, like an alarm. Ears had the great uncanny ability to sense even the smallest of movements. Such senses he possessed were all enhanced due to his blindness, thus he was able to pick up a creature plopping down upon the foliage many feet beneath him. As he was lying still, it was nearly impossible for any critter to see or hear him.

But he can hear her...

He picked up his head, clamping his drooling jaws together, emitting a throaty growl. Sapphirine eyes fluttered open, and rolled about his sockets, almost sickening to watch. He needn't use them, since, he was, obviously, blind. Alas, he'd wrinkle his muzzle upwards, causing his nostrils to flare wide. Thus, he'd sniffle the air loudly, catching the scent beneath him. Such, he read, was a weary female; an outlander... and she was sleeping; he can hear her breathe heavily.

"Ahh, should I leave the poor lass to doze away?" inquired he to himself. He had a throaty voice, almost unnatural, as if he had been ill. But it was not feeble. Indeed... his voice was deep, more so like the first crackling of summer's thunder.

[Relairah]

The morning air was still, not a breeze nor wind coming to sweep its way, softly nor with speed, in its flow 'oer the plains and forests. Fresh dew wet the ground, causing the grass to have a dampness that surrounded the terra. The soft sweet scents that filled the air, were those of pines and flowers, though it was not the air that brought their scents, but merely the fact such were there, and in great amounts.

Orbs of black, with tint of blue, gazed around these parts. He sat just off the many shadows that still swayed across the terra in the early light that now slowly filled the air, casting the night away, and taking the skies in glorious beauty of light and color. Nostrils flared, as he scented the air, searching for scents that were not simply brought to him, but that he would need to search for. He knew that he was not alone, and his eyes had seen the fae that lay not far from him. He knew not whether the other were there, or merely a figment in his mind, but he was more sure than not. He inhaled deeply, trying for more than what his mere nose would alow him to smell. His ears were perked up, listening carefully for the slightest movement, that his ears would allow him to hear.

He soon stood, his jaws clamped shut over large white fangs, that should gleam if uncovered from the black furry maw that was now pointed in the air, searching for the slightest hint that the air would no longer hold back the wind that wanted to sweep through in its flowing grace. As he stood, one could now see him fully, and take in his appearance. He had a large round head, with small thin layered ears. His maw was long and thick with muscle. His thick, well arched neck, also bulged with the muscle beneath, and it was rather burly from all the fur that clung to it. His body was long and round, and quite healthy, his shoulders and thighs also showing the great muscles beneath the skin, that patiently waited to flex and push their owner into a great and tremendous speed. His limbs were long, his paws rather large, but more so to balance his muscular weight. His tail was long and bushy, but not so to the point of merely a large ball of fur. He had large raven's wings, black as a night with not a star, nor the moon to spread light. Each feather could almost be said to be a dark shade of blue, for each had a strong tint within. The tips of his large wings, were dark blue, no doubt, and small white specks dotted his wings here and there.

He treaded at an easy gait, his feathers rustling now and then from the movement of his body, or a breeze that he should make, if he greatened his speed. He went for a while, then stopped, now seeing the other wolven, whom he had not been sure of before. He now saw him with keen eyes, and stood, watching him for a long while. At last his eyes moved from the wolven, to once more fall about the terra. He watched as many creatures, that often came about at night to get their food and play about, now darting away into the deep wood. He then saw the others, that slept in the night, waking up in the morning air and beginning to move about. He then once more began his trek, heading nearer to the two in whom he watched.

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As she dozed, time and place 'round her was no mystery. She kept her cerulean oculars closed lightly, for she too did not require the advantage of sight to know the happenings of the woodland beasts. Harks piqued forth, straining atop her etiolate crown to catch the sounds of her company. Yes... there were two of them. Through the lowering darkness of the shadowed grove, the zephyrs that weaved to and fro 'round the ashen pine brought tidings of another, the perfume of the Shinkou kindred strong 'pon her tender snout. The gentle sound of bended grass as the intruder made his approach, the soft footsteps inaudible to those who did not take extreme caution. But she did, and she could hear him coming.

Bruja made no move, still straining in her own silent struggle to obstruct all other sounds from her conscience -- the songs of the fledglings, the gentle one-two beat as a Cervidae galloping 'cross the timberland, the whisper of wind through the boughs, the leaves scraping against one another and flowing with each breath of the mountain zephyrs, and in the very distance the sound of running water; a brook or river, perhaps. She willed herself to focus only on what was near her, and she heard it. Through the brush, a throaty growl rumbled from the shadows, and the mere sound of the threatening vocals caused her dorsal peltage to its full height as she rose her hackles.

Should I leave the lass to doze away? She listened to the rumbling voice, and obviously it was a self-inquisitive remark. Very subtle, but the intricate vocals caused chills to roll down her spine. Finally, she allowed her azure orbs to flutter open, strabismus to the afternoon light filtering from the gaps in the boughs above. Adjusting to the mingled aurouras and the murky darkness, she hoisted herself atop her forepillars in a sitting posture, her dorsal facing the tree of which she had been laying under. Sitting in an elegantly poised way, she fixed her stolid gaze upon the trees in front of her, determined not to make eye contact with neither of the brujos watching her. Softly, in a voice like a whisper, she spoke. "I am not asleep, good sir. Am I bothering you?"

[Aveilthé]

The large wolf, whose shaggy fur rippled as if touched by insect infestation, would lower his muzzle downward, to which he knew positively where the female lay. Such nostrils were still flared, as he calculated her scent: and before he could say a word as in a reply to her modest inquiration, he'd suddenly lift his muzzle, sharp ears twitching like radars atop his bristling face. A rumbling growl bore through his throat, as if daring the other male to come any closer.

It was a male's way... This inquisitive creation, known as Crow, did not mind a female, for they were the ones that were not picky about their territory, or space. A male on the other hand... blind or not, he'd protect his turf.

Perhaps Crow was acting foolish; he was no Alpha. But wolves do choose their own spots, and this one in particular happened to be one of the high-ranking wolves.

Upon giving this warning to the other male, he'd subside slowly, eyes narrowed. A snort was then issued, as if he had done his job. He'd then point his muzzle to the place where he simply guessed that female lay.

He chuckled darkly.

"No, m'lass," he growled, "you're fine here." He paused, blinking a few times, then lifting his paw to wipe the nasty excess from his eyes, as he felt them, and it bothered him. "Are you new?"

[erynia]

She remained still; no fiber 'pon her etiolate form moved without her consent, and her breathing was stilled as she awaited with bated breath for the brujo's growls to subside. Finally, the rumbling ceased and she heard him issue a snort, and she then averted her attention to the other male a distance away. Perhaps his growls were not aimed at her, but at the other? She knew not, and she made no other sound. Bruja remained poised, keeping her dial high to show the pair of brutes that she was not afraid and would not surrender to their talons and fangs so easily. Oh, what a lie it was... But she had grown accustomed to not showing weakness.

Moments after the snort affirmed by the brujo to the rear, she twitched her harks t'ward him as she heard the rumbling vocals vibrate again as he spoke to her. His words, while not an official greeting, were welcoming nonetheless, and the pangs of nervousness that had gripped her subsided, for she realized that she was in no immediate danger. As such, she slowly turned her elegant crown to face the brujo, and got a good look at the one whom had spoke.

He was not the biggest or the burliest wolven brujo, she took note, but his previous growls led her to believe that he would not hesitate into battle. She admired that. His ebon peltage had a ragged look to it, but she was confident that the sinews beneath were none to be fooled with. And his eyes. Thought the faemora, and she kept her own transfixed gaze upon the amethystine pools gazing back at her. The cerulean orbs were the same azure color of her own, but there were no pupils to his. He is... blind..., she realized. But nonetheless, she felt it her duty to offer him respect, and absolutely no pity. Such a thing would likely be a disgrace to the brujo before her. Finally, she returned his inquiry. "Yes, I am new. I believe it is customary to give one's own name first, and that I shall. My name is Káletárë, and I am not of these lands, though I do hope to find a suitable home here. Who might you be, stranger?"

[Relairah]

Ears twitched, pointing in the direction of the growl. He sensed the other was indeed of higher rank, but he ignored that. He then caught the snort, and his head lowered, lip curling back to show sharp, gleaming fangs. He did not uttere a growl, yet, for his eyes were now looking over the other.

As he did, he also saw Crow, as not exactly in the finest of build, though perhaps the cause could be age, though perhaps not. He took in every part of the other male, and then came to Crow's face. He noted the eyes, also seeing he was blind and smirked, though he knew all to well that blind wolves were also sharper in other senses. He sighed as he remembered his brother's poor accident in battle. His brother had been scratched across the eye, leaving a long red scar and him blinded in that one eye. But he remembered that his brother had not used either eye but merely his nose and ears. He came back to what he was doing, the memory tucking away in his brain.

He still did not utter a growl, yet, but he was about ready to. Though, he did move closer, carefully making his way closer and closer, preparing himself should an attack befall him. He glared at Crow constantly, watching his every move and gesture, catching every word he uttered.

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[Aveilthé]

"I'm Crow, little lass," he replied with a grunt, as he raised himself up to his large paws. He was now sitting upon this branch, which creaked and groaned lethally beneath his weight.

"Watch yourself, boy!" he snapped, showing his front teeth as he blindly pointed his head towards the wolf. He could not see the wolf, but Crow knew hostility when it came. "Don't be fooled by my looks. Step any further into the light, I'll riiip you apart."

Bitten ears wrinkled atop his head as he plopped down onto the ground, rather ungracefully, but all the same; he was upon the ground. Paws were almost finger-like, with many-inched nails; each were a deep blue colour. Ebony fur bristled as he shook his muzzle.

[Relairah]

Orbs glared at Crow, and tail twitched. Slowly a snarl formed into a low growl. He did not underestimate the other, for he knew that the other had more power than he. He did not look at the amulet around his neck, that now hung down from the blue chains that held it. He did not move, but positioned himself, and prepared should an attack come about.

He watched the other for a long while, and snarled. He slowly again moved foward a few steps then stopped, moving a few steps, then stopped. His body was crouched low, as if he were to pounce, his belly on a couple inches from the ground beneath him. Neck was arched easily and head turned in Crow's direction, eyes watching him constantly.

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[erynia]

Bruja considered the ebon one closely, still in her own silent awe at the ragged beast. Then, rather slowly, she dipped her muzzle to him, for her manners did not fail her even though she knew he could not see her inclination. Faemora jumped a little at the growls exchanged between the two brutes in her company, but she made no sound, sitting quietly between them, the ebon one to her front, and the second male to her right. At the brujo's leap onto the ground, she stood and considered him for a moment, before sitting down once again. Still silent, her elegant frame reclined gracefully on the summer soil, the light filtering from above causing her own orbs to shine radiantly. Again she spoke in her soft, whispery voice.

"Crow it is. I come from the West -- the lands of Irisia. A history of madness and violence haunts me, and so I fled southward, and find myself here in Shinkou." She leaned forward ever so slightly, as a child would when an elder would begin an exciting story, and she studyied the ebon one, and seemed completely indifferent to the second brujo. She felt that the one named Crow would drive off the intruder, and she trusted him to warn her should the brute advance. Nonetheless, she still had one hark swivel'd forth to the second brute in case he made an attack. "Tell me -- How long have you been in this domain? Where do you hail?"

[Relairah]

He shifted uneasily, glaring at Crow before his orbs moved to watch Kaletare's movements. After a moment, he lifted from his pouncing position, and sat down, curling his tail comfortably around his hinds. He was sure that he wouldn't have to fight, though he watched Crow closely to make sure.

He waited a moment and then spoke. "I did not mention, my name to be Yabun," he said softly, though he wondered if it really mattered. Ears twitched and eyes moved from one to the other, though he did not move much else.

He noticed his fur ruffle and his smiled turning his head so that the breeze flew in his face. Ears fell flat against his head and nostrils flared, taking in the scents it brought. After a while, he turned back to the others. "Kaletare, I am sorry about you misfortune of the past. I hope you find that these lands are what you have been searcing for," he said with a nod.

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