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 Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 11:04 am
 It had been a long while since she was beyond the pack borderlands, and there wasn't much doubt as to why; for many months she had shied away from what had been a bloodstained land, never to have thought it would reform. Yet The Realm was threaded together once more before her very eyes, and of course Oathkeeper had therefore not left since its rebirth; she was loathe to, always wandering within the borders, always reliving old memories in this place or that, always greeting old friends as she passed them by. Always looking in on Father, who still seemed internally scarred and did not leave the den as much as he used to . . . But Ultima was a fit wolf. Oath did not worry for him too much, even as it remained at the back of her head. KK was doing a pretty good job keeping up alpha duties, even though frankly the shaman had to keep by her side at times to make sure she didn't do something scatter-brained in the middle of, say, a serious talk about possibly harsh conditions coming in the winter.
But that was earlier in the day and over with, and now Oathkeeper found herself striding more and more past the borders of The Realm of Light. She was almost ghostly quiet, the way her paws almost seemed to push through grass rather than crunch it. There was a light breeze, barely clouds in the sky, and a warm afternoon sun. All but perfect. She relished these days, for they were not always an occurrence . . .
The more Oath padded away from the pack, the more she seemed to notice how . . . different the air was here. There was no proper description for it, but the shaman could sense things. Vague memories of wolves past, shadows of color and shape murmuring to one another and disappearing as she passed. It always tickled her mind to be an observer of memories that might very well be private, like she was an accidental spy. But really, sometimes she didn't mind it . . . It was like every time she did watch, she made a silent pact with the ghostly wolves: never to tell a soul what she saw unless given their permission.
She wasn't called "Oathkeeper" for nothing, after all.
Tugged by certain memories of pups gamboling with their father, Oath found a stream and watched with a little smile as the pups were taught how to swim in the shallow waters; they eventually headed southwards with the current, but there she stayed, sitting serenely at the water's edge with her eyes closed as she listened to the world around her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 12:54 pm
Haemon's mood and persona were deepening further and further on a daily basis and he was slowly reverting back into the wolf he was when his grandfathers pack was still formed and together though now he was slightly changed, he was not a tool to be controlled by his brothers no, now he was superior to them and this gave him a greater sense of freedom to do and act as he saw fit. His darkness however did not taint his immediate family however, perhaps yes his sexual practices with Raelin could be considered a sort of fetishism his old habits and lust of tasting blood was becoming a notably stronger desire within him and Raelin allowed him a little of this practice in private to settle his desires however it was not enough and he knew it. Though Raelin offered him peace, love and tenderness that no one else besides his own pups offered and he cherished that and he did not want to taint his haven of sanity. The Regin, the land outside of his den and out of sight of his family was another matter, they seemed to encourage such tenancies; cruel, nasty and vile and he was beginning to master it, a fine line between utter chaos and control. The Reign for all of it's potential horrors seemed to manage to run to a strict rule of codes providing needed order within it's ranks; this control also helped him manage his own codes of work, pleasure and family life and how to keep them separate.
However the Goblin Monarch seemed to have some sort of sick sense of humour and one of which was now testing Haemon's rules, codes and conduct. He was to travel to Draug Faroth and demand tribute for a second time, from his mates Uncle, whom she held as dear as one would a father and to which he knew would decline. This aside Haemon then had to provide a reminder that the Reign of Terror was not a pack you denied anything to. His own family outside of his offspring and mate he did not really care for they had always been fighting eternal battles and of which he thought of it as a never ending war so Haemon had no problem of fighting or angering Haku but he did worry about Raelin. There could be no pleasure in this trip, not while in Draug's territory at least but work and family life now drew a fine line and one Haemon was almost scared of drawing. Thus his mood was dark and contemplative and he wore it like a mask.
Thoughts swam through his mind of a mixed nature producing mixed feelings and it was somewhat distracting however Haemon's shaman abilities were strong and he could never fully turn them off, so to speak and it was almost alarming when his seventh sense came to him, almost like being poked between the eyes by a foreign body. He stood perplexed, how had he not noticed sooner, not more than a few metres away he sensed the blood flow of another wolf, weaker senses where even able to pick up signs of their presence, scent. He berated himself, maybe he wasn't a true warrior like his brothers, perhaps shamefully not even close but this was not acceptable he should be more conscious of his surroundings. He pushed his thoughts back into his subconscious and focused on the present deciding to investigate, not wanting to put a potential threatening wolf behind him.
He crept closer to the wolf, whose scent now indicated in was a female causing a sly grin to slide up the side of his maw, he didn't creep in a manner that suggested he was preying upon a soul more like a shadow creeping slowly across the ground as the day lengthened. The sound of water entered his ears and then followed the familiar beating and pulsing of another creatures blood flow. He almost shivered physically with the sensation and his eyes seemed to flood a deeper shade of vermilion. A few paces more and he eyes came to rest, not really rest as the colours of the females pelt were not at all comforting to the blood shaman, but took in female wolf in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, this was no ordinary wolf; any wolf with any worldly experience knew it when they stood alongside a shaman or seer though which she was he did not know but he immediately began guarding his thoughts. Recently it would be hard to judge Haemon's reaction to any sort of situation his moods swayed from his frustrated rages to his usual calm, controlled self. However that transition was now to one side, Haemon was a walking nightmare; totally charming in a eerie sort of manner yet underneath it all totally twisted, as he had originally thought when talking to his alpha; if he was going to hell he may as well relish the fact and rack up as many joyous sins as he could before the debt collector came for him. Right it this very moment he was totally affable and almost genteel though that ever present slight twist of a grin and those deep vermilion eyes told another tale, he loomed over the multi hued female and questioned charmingly though the undertone was quite different altogether, 'Well well, what is a pretty young she wolf doing alone on such a day?'
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 6:37 pm
It was sort of rare for him to be away from Agrona since the two had taken to traveling together, though rare more because he wasn't much the wandering type rather than any particular emotion or force keeping them by each others sides. They stuck to traveling along water of course, Rio wasn't sure he could ever really lose that habit anymore, so he wasn't surprised when he found out there were two others ahead.
Use caution!
His ears rocked back gently on top of his head before he corrected himself. Generally he avoided trouble where he could, but age and maturity was changing him slowly. Rio was wary this time as he approached (trying to remain hidden), his usual optimism running low due to the warning of his constant companion.
What was all this up ahead then?
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 11:07 am
None were the wiser then he as his body moved steadily across dried foliage. The coolness that surrounded his pack land diminished here despite the waters closeness, what winds passed had become warm and humbling. He was not used to the heat of day basking him in light, the packs cool granite beneath his chin and a thick array of thriving brush shrouding his frame in darkness, again, a part of him he could not shake. But it did not stop his travels, coming along the bank just in time to hear a male’s voice rumble and the sweet fragrance of female waft.
Slipping into the heavy forest underbrush he listened further, not able to see anyone.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 6:22 pm
 She had not meant to follow Esdras from the pack; from the looks of things, the shaman was unaware of it. But she was curious as to where he was going, and realizing that he probably did not want company, she kept silent. She strayed from his path often but found herself winding up in the same place; living in a pack that now held a shaman and a seer (and herself -- though whether she was exactly a "seer" was not something she was ready to admit), she was learning to listen to signs, and this seemed to be one.
Why had he come here, to a place with so many other wolves? Surely it was not another pack. Liens was small, and not exactly full of intrigue -- there was no reason for anyone to betray it. Yet there before her was a lovely white female, and a black and red male, and a russet male with cloth accessories. Add to this the slightly mossy Esdras and her own piebald coat, and it was quite a strange gathering.
A whisper from the ground came to her ear; a spirit of a dead wolf, which startled her as it came. More and more often, she could hear them without trying, and she wasn't sure she liked it. The black one is a killer, for certain, it said, in an accent she was not familiar with.
Thank you, sir, she replied politely with her mind. She respected the dead always, especially when their information was useful.
Esdras did not make himself known to the others, but she wasn't one for such caution; she stepped out in full view of the other wolves, her head low between her shoulders in case they should prove a threat.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 2:22 pm
The more she sat with her eyes closed, the easier it became to attune herself with her surroundings. It was amazing, how a similar area in her own pack would produce different feelings than what she felt here. More wolves had passed through than she had expected, some of them murmuring as they passed her, some seeming to flash before bounding away, and others still whose silhouettes alone were indistinguishable from the trees. Oath swayed a little, caught up in this second-world of untouched memories, but certainly felt a looming presence. Her serene expression did not change nevertheless, though for a moment she thought he was . . . No. He wouldn't ever find her so easily. Would not have approached this manner, did not smell this way, nor sound like it. Another memory she should forget but could not . . .
"Listening. Some space would be lovely," Oath whispered in response, ears flicking as she heard another come. Slowly opening her eyes, she found a particularly dark wolf by all meanings of the word before her, a gentlemanly visage whose own blood seemed to be pumping upon his fur. There were whispers in her ear the more she returned the male's gaze.
"...-fety; I am more than competent of looking after myself. As for you scaring me...It is you that should be scared, but if you are a good girl you'll be fine."
"Raelin. You may call me 'my pretty' if I ever come to belong to you..."
And other such oddities that were not always audible nor in chronological order, going in and out of her hearing like a wave; controlling it was the sort of thing that needed concentration and practice, both of which she had purposefully neglected in hopes of losing this so-called gift with time. It seemed, though, that such a childish solution would never resolve her conflicting feelings upon her power.
There were other odd murmurs, though Oathkeeper was unable to make them out from this distance, coming from the second visible stranger: a female with a different . . . Ah, what did they call it? "Aura"? Yes, something like that. She stood clear as day before them, not exactly expectant but more likely curious. Oath had a feeling she wasn't quite alone either, and that somehow this area was a crossroads of sorts almost begging for other magicked wolves to meet.
That was it, she realized, A shaman before her, a seer nearby. Several others were hesitant, but she sensed them nonetheless. It was to the piebald female that she offered her first smile. "Come to spend a lovely day by the river?"
It'd been so long . . . The only other seer Oath was in contact with was Star Seeker, and he was no example to go by when conversing with others like her due to his oddity.
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