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How time had since passed what merely only days, felt of an eternity in such an oddity strangeness for the Shaman maiden. Sunstar-fire had been engulfed by a darkness like some cliché sci-fi horror to leave the lands in utter darkness. Winter breath ever colder without the sun to shine down upon mother earth leaving small rodent to hide away quickly in the comforts of their burrows and birds struggling to huddle so closely together for their hungering for warmth. With his majesty in absence, she would be left to overwatch his kingdom until his return. Worry would tug upon heart strings with concern in prayers that he'd arrive safely and well. At most she could do for now, was the put such times in the hands of her faith and trust, upon his return. Pale ears would brush against birch like antlers, delicate toes <i>kissed</i> tenderly upon icy bed. The young Ealith maiden had spent her time – uncertain of the <i>exact</i> time of day – tending to gathering and sorting medicinal plants should a shortage arise. With the possibilities of a famine looming around the corner, Pixie wouldn't be too surprised if such an event had occurred. It would not be the first time she'd endure such a plague. But it would be the first with the absence of the sun. She was fortunate enough to be <i>blessed</i> with the luminescent glow which did <i>shimmer</i> amiably from her being. Light would shine within a small diameter, but enough to allow footing to be watched to evade tripping and gathering herbs and medicines which had since been stocked in her living quarters.

In the mean time, her concerns rested upon the well being of her fellow pack-mates. She had not seen them since the previous meeting – long before the sun would disperse into a plane of nothingness. So she pondered upon their safety. Pale nose kissed the emptied frozen air as she tilted her head curiously to the side. Should she call for them? Oh how odd that would be – searching for the others sounded rather just as off kilter as it did to beckon for their presence. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Hm.”</font> angelical chime would canter curiously from pale lips in pondering inquiry. This would give her an opportunity to get to know new faces and names – which she barely knew and quietly scolded herself in the mean time. Her head would tilt back with a steady inhale. Slow exhale <i>cooed</i> the soprano-alto lilt of her cherubic hymn as she beckoned her comrades forth <i>Follow the light among the trees</i>. Her light would be a guidance – she could hope. Faerie hymn would sing and <i>dance</i> in tangible movement through Tantus winter wonderland. Her nose would dip, as pale lashes would flutter to reveal her morning-dawn gems. Shoulders rolled into a leisured shrug as she waited ever patiently, for those to heed her call – should they choose to do so.
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@Si'drue & @Malus
& Anyone interested in joining the pack.
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The petite princess was jolted from a much needed rest in her travels by a sudden coldness that fell upon her. When her lavender eyes opened, they would widen ever more in surprise. She was sure it was daylight but the sun was missing. Darkness surrounded the small maiden, her pasteled markings would glow in response of the sudden darkness and her body would give a shudder from the sudden cold. She would rise to sit with her long tail wrapped around her as a gesture to keep herself warmer. The scars on her back would ache with the cold and almost as if the sudden disappearance of the sun was a bad omen.

With wide eyes she would turn to Vaclav, the pair had decided to stick together since their meeting and traveled everywhere together. She was worried, and was sure he would be just as shocked and surprised as she was. Her delicate ears would twitch as it picked up a call. A she wolf with a voice that was melodic. It called to her, it called to a pack. Valariea would turn away from Vaclav and would wish to follow the call in the darkness. They had traveled so very close to pack lands.
“I do not feel safe without a pack to watch our backs. I do not know what has happened but the sun disappearing. Things cannot be good. I am going to answer her call.” She would whisper then turn her violet eyes to Vaclav.
“I hope that you may follow.” She would add.

She paused only a moment more before she slowly pulled herself in the direction of the voice. She walked as calmly as possible, inside she was shaking in fear. Have the gods grown angry? Carefully and gracefully the small lady would weave through the darkness. She would finally come to a pause. There she was a beautiful pastel woman like herself. She was simply stunningly beautiful even in this darkness. She would glow faintly breaking apart the darkness. Valariea was stunned for a moment, before she approached.
Her violet eyes would shine in hopes she would be an ally in this dark time. She would bow her head politely to the woman before she would open her mouth to speak ever so softly.

“The darkness is a terrible place to be alone. I heard your call… is this a pack meeting? I do not wish to intrude, but I hope you will understand that I am frightened with the disappearance of the sun.”
She would speak softly, and kindly her violet eyes were glued to the woman before her in admiration and helpless hopefulness.
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@Pixie
@Vaclav
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He had been awake for a while, unable to sleep. He had and odd feeling that something was off and he felt the need to keep watch while his sister slept. Glancing down at her he briefly watched her sleep, it was still hard to believe that he had a sister. The male was proud, he felt like once again he had a purpose and vowed to do his best to keep her safe. He had a brother too, out there somewhere who was hopefully still alive. Turning back to the sky he watched it all happen. Phu growing larger and larger, swallowing the sun, fire balls, and the deep freeze. When the cold came he heard her quickly stir awake. Turning his head he watched her, his body stiff because of the fear of what in the world was going on. His gold markings glowing in the darkness he ruffled his fur and feathers in attempt to keep warm. Ears twitched as he to picked up the call of the female from nearby, calling out to the pack that lived nearby. Val turned from him and he tilted his head wondering what she was thinking. She then spoke up and he listened, he could tell she was scared. She wanted to answer the call which made him nervous. He knew their was a darker minded pack somewhere and he hoped that this pack wasn't it.

In a time like this he felt it was a good idea to join within the ranks of a pack, but going in blind was something he was weary of. He preferred to know about the pack first before joining. She then turned to him and spoke of her hopes of him fallowing also. He would regardless of his petty worries. He would cling to her because for now she was the only piece of family he had left. Shifting the male stood but flinched as pain shot through his leg, the cold stirring the pain from the old wound. Despite the ache he picked up his paws, his limp becoming apparent as he moved. He was close behind her, fallowing the glow of her markings. He remained alert even after they passed the borders. Until he knew more on this pack he would be vary weary of things. He fallowed her until she stopped before a lovely pale women with twig like antlers. He was somewhat stunned by her beauty and tried not to stare. Sitting down beside his sister and shifting so their was vary little pressure on his throbbing leg.

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<i>Tepidness</i> arose from the depths of oscillating sinew and working <i>tendon</i> and <i>bone</i>; mechanical movements orchestrated by but the drive of survival. Elude, oh elude has the delights of the effulgence of the far hanging sun within thy wondrous canvas of sky! Ah, yet with breathlessness it had crept upon his backside, the <i>warmth</i> that but had encased the world but <i>snuffed</i> out like some billowing flame upon the prairie. It now <i>licked</i> like some <i>impious</i> force, hunger, <i>starving</i> for the asphyxiation of life. Praise be the God’s for the curse that was but upon him since youth; eternal darkness but could not affect the blinded. Yet the Cimmerian shade which plagued him was always abright with the whimsical canticles of the faerie maiden, whose whispered tones but did send aflutter the cardiac muscle within virile bodice. <i>A guiding light</i>; stalwart pillars sewn upon the gentleman strung outwards from the breast, working in momentous strides across the banks of frosted earth, sending flurries of snow about pristine and thickly luxurious vestments that were acclimated to the treacherous chills of eternal winter tide. <p>

<i>Winter roses</i> were but the perfume which drew the brute back from his political meeting, like some wayward soldier called sweetly home for war. Ever closer the aroma drew, as heart would haphazardly spring and prance in joyous exultation within thy breast! Espadrilles would move with ethereal motions, <i>hushed</i> against the bosom of the earth as he drew closer, <i>ever closer</i>; limbs began to sojourn their movements as the warmth of the maiden reached out to him, her enchanting luminescence would brighten his features as he approached her side, billowing tendrils of a multitude of pastel shades to flicker across pristine alabaster appearance and dance upon liquidized bubble gum lips and oculars. Smog would emit forth from nostrils as breast fell in exhale, neck shuddering with muscles as he outreached to touch nose upon her neck, shifting to stand beside the maiden in comfort. Monarchial Stag of the woodland beside his fairy; <font color= #ffb6c1>”Salutations.”</font> He would coo, heat rising from his form from the jog he had taken to return home, once more he would softly cant his head so that right cheek would brush against her left cheek in a jovial exclamation to return. Duplex tails twisted behind to fiddle with her own as nostrils picked up the scent of the vagabonds which had gathered to her soothing call. <font color= #ffb6c1>”Ah, we have met before m’lady Valariea, what a pleasure to meet you once more…. As for your companion his scent reveals bondage of blood.”</font>






 
 
 
 
 
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@Valariea
@Vaclav
@Pixie
OOC: Sorry this is late and the post is shortxD

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The call would boom across the land, summoning all the current members and those who wished to join. It was wise, they all needed to be united and safe, even rogues needed the comfort of a pack. His long legs would carry him quickly towards the meeting, he had witnessed the whole thing, The god engulfing the whole sun, the other freezing the lands in the hopes of one day restoring it. He wasn't surprised if this was how the world ended, how would they be able to get food? Stay warm? All these questions raised alarms. He would see the small group, two of the wolves unknown to him though he liked to see the new faces coming in. He would nod towards the two in greeting and then to Pixie and the king. He would remain standing, eager to see what they'd all do now. " It seems now living will be more difficult..." He would sigh, why did everything always work against them.


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The sun had gone to leave the world so dark and so <i>cold</i> that worry and concern would easily cast it self upon the pale maidens face. Soft glow would emanate from her being as she beckoned for the pack while Israfel had taken leave. Her heart had quaked with riled worry of his safety and whereabouts in prayer that he would return swiftly soon. Until then, her concerns would rest upon the pack – calling them forth, as it would be much safer and perhaps a bit <i>warmer</i> with everyone near. Long pastel tail would brush impishly against icy bed in wait. Calm, collected expression would keep upon her delicate features as she remained ever patient for her call to be answered by friend or stranger. Bones would quiver and shake from the cold – however Pixie would do her best to keep steady in such unimaginable times. Morning-dawn gaze would dance left to right, front and back occasionally as she kept watchful gaze for signs and sounds of movement; as a soft lilac light would move within view.

It was a woman who had arrived first with fear and uncertainty to plague such innocent face. Small smile would dress upon the Ealith's pale lips as she dipped her head in return greeting. Shoulders would relax indicating that the maiden had no intention of irrational behavior or any of the like – rather remain passive and neutral. <i> The darkness is a terrible place to be alone. I heard your call… is this a pack meeting? I do not wish to intrude, but I hope you will understand that I am frightened with the disappearance of the sun. </i> The stranger would speak. Pixie would swivel her ears forward to listen more intently to make sure she had captured every word with care. Head would life upward as she nodded upon agreement. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“It is a strange endeavor – terrifying to say in the least.”</font> Her smile would remain calmly upon her features though concern tainted her tone. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“It is okay to be afraid sometimes,”</font> she would muse assuringly. Fear but was but a natural instinct to have! One should never apologize for such maladies. Her gaze would lift to see the following male who would sit rather uncomfortably by the approaching maiden. Pixie tilted her gaze with quiet inquiry. Was the man injured? Perhaps he would allow her to examine him after the meeting – should she be able and with his permission of course. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“I will delve into further information once the others have arrived. My king is on political leave and--...”</font>

She would cease as the white king had captured her sight. Eyes would widen with surprise before they softened with reprieve. It would be unprofessional of she to go towards him. Thankfully it was he who approached. Nose would brush against her neck in greet; <i> Salutations.</i> breathy, coo would spill ever <i>hotly</i> from his breath from what sounded of a recent cantering jog. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“You're home-..”</font> Ealith maiden would muse so fondly, a hint of joy and happiness tugged within her bosom as she, in return nuzzled into his neck with affectionate greet. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“The sun has been swallowed, and I feared for your safety, as I have the pack.”</font> Worry would soon capture her voice once more. “I have called Féerique, as well as those who seek shelter – it is only getting colder the longer the sun does not shine.” Her voice would quiver in admittance of her own body shivering from the cold.

Attention would soon rise as Israfel had spoken to the stranger woman who'd been named. Eyes alight with glee as she turned her attention to the lilac-pointed woman, smile never leaving her face. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Valaeria.”</font> Oh how such syllables would spill so smoothly from her lips. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Oh what a lovely name you have, fair maiden – it is a pleasure to meet you.”</font> Pixie would pause breifly before she continued with her introduction. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“My name is Pixie – I am the Shaman of this pack.”</Font> she would glance to her king, tail brushing against the snow-laden grounds, as a spark of flame captured the corner of her eye. The fire-brute Si'Drue had finally arrived upon her calling. <i> It seems now living will be more difficult...</i> Shoulders rose and fell her smile soften, empathy towards the wolf as he appeared ever troubled. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“Challenges will happen, good Si'Drue.”</Font> she hummed; knowing this herself - entirely new to the pack life in general – she was going about it the best she could. The suns disappearance was something that she was sure: no one had expected. <font style="font: 15px Dancing Script; font-variant: none; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #aadcfa; text-shadow: 0 0 5px #7f819d;">“I am certain that if we remain close together, we will overcome whatever challenges reside in our paths.”</font> Oh they were still missing one from her understanding: the other boy from their first meeting. Where was he?
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The petite woman would listen intently as the pastel woman would speak, as she spoke other began to show their faces. First she would pause in mid-sentence as the alpha would appear. He had been gone, or at least that was what she had begun to say. Valariea’s violet eyes would widen just so in surprise when she saw the graceful white antlered male she had crossed paths with once before. So this was his pack? Valariea would smile sweetly at the male as he addressed her, and her brother. She would proceed to nearly hide her face when the woman named Pixie would complement her on her name.

“Yes, it is very good to meet you Pixie, and as always it is lovely to see you again Israfel; yes this male who accompanies me…. Well…” Valariea would glance at Vaclav he violet eyes still swam in some confusion. The pair of them only happened to figure out they were siblings by pure accident.

“There are lots I don’t know about Vaclav….he is a stranger to me but my long lost brother all the same.” She would almost whisper her words as she turned back to Pixie and Israfel.
It wasn’t long until another male appeared. Valariea would be quiet as he approached. She was beginning to feel a little outnumbered with so many males around, but with her initial panic of the events that have been taking place this feeling was of a lesser concern.

She would listen as Pixie would speak once more, this time to all those who had gathered. She spoke of the safety of numbers, and that they would be safer if they stuck together. It would appear that she and her brother were definitely welcomed with opened arms. This helped settle any nerves about this pack meeting, it helped she recognized the alpha from a previous meeting; and as she thought she felt just that little bit safer with the pack wolves. There could be any number of reasons why all this was happening around her. Although she couldn’t hide the fear and confusion from her sweet delicate face, she did have the smallest sense of relief as Pixie and Israfel made her feel welcome.
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@Pixie @Israfel @Vaclav
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He remained quite, intent on listening and letting Val do the talking. Lighter violet eyes drifted back to the pale maiden, curiously taking in her features. She was a beautiful specimen and by how she acted she had a heart of gold. It relieved the male that this pack wouldn't be of darker minds. His priority was to keep his sister safe and if this pack didn't turn out to be safe then he would talk her into leaving. Her soft lyrics spoke, reassuring Val that it was okay to be scared. She also spoke of her king, but was interrupted by a pure white male with pink eyes, nose, and beautiful antlers.

Eyes watched as the male danced to her, and greeted her the actions reminding him of how he used to act around his Mira. It brought a smile to his white lips and he strongly felt that these two hearts were connected. The male happily addressed Val, they must have met before, then stated that his own scent gave way to their bondage of blood. His eyes looked to his sister as she began to speak, they were still laced with confusion. They did not know much about each other, enough to know that they are blood. Once they were settled Vaclav wanted to spend time with his sister and to get to know her better. When his sister finished he raised his head a bit then gently dipped it to both Alpha and pale lady.

<font style="color: #cc9933; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"It is a pleasure to meet you both as my sister said I am Vaclav"</b></font> his lyrics were a rich deep tone as he tried to be as nice and polite as he could.

Soon after a fiery looking male approached, his fur something that Vaclav had not com across before. Beautiful deep orange like the glow of a fire, his tail engulfed in flames and his quills gold. He seemed upset in the change, though Pixie, the pale maiden, would do her best to ease him. She spoke of sticking together to stay safe and Vaclav nodded his head in agreement before looking back and forth between the small group.

<font style="color: #cc9933; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Val and I have had fill of living alone and if you will have us we would be grateful to become apart of this pack."</b></font> he glanced to his sister before the king. <font style="color: #cc9933; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"And please forgive me if I'm not being vary social, it has been some time since I have been in the company of others, let alone the lifestyle of a pack."</b></font>

He felt the need to apologize because he knew he wasn't used to this type of setting and he did not want to seem like and impolite creature. All three of these creatures seemed to be so kind and caring that he felt grateful for Val wanting to answer this call.

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@Si'drue @Pixie @Israfel @Valariea
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Humble purr would slip with ecstasy forth from supple bubble gum lips of splendorous crafts! Ah but such baritone would rumble in <i>hushed</i> correlations as kissers would seek to bow towards fair maiden’s ear in clandestine rendezvous, shielding but sweet whispers from that of the others which crowded amid the frozen woodland kingdom. Tendrils of heat would emit forth from jowls as nose would seek to brush tenderly against nose and <i>whisper</i> did he, <font color=#ffb6c1>”M’lady I shall always return home to thee….”</font> Fleeting was the moment of heartfelt damaenor before gentleman would turn swiftly to face the others once more. <p>

Duplex tails lassoed behind the sir’s buttocks flicked and <i>licked</i> at the earth as achromatic veils as thick as frosted pine branches did flick above thy orbits of unseeing delights, casting even deeper umbrage upon arched and etched cheek bones. <font color=#ffb6c1>”A pleasure Vaclav.”</font> Monarchial dome would cant gracefully in a bow before Stag King returned to his former standings. Garland upon the skull flicked, rotating towards Valariea as virile bodice would gently quiver with thick and hardy tones. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Shelter beneath the open arms of the family of this kingdom you do seek, and a home amid the corridors of this terribly frozen woodland shall you have. Although…”</font> Momentarily would the man pause as silken lips would slip apart once more in their articulations, <font color=#ffb6c1>”In our last meeting, mademoiselle Valariea, you spoke of blood wars between yourself and the Madar’s…. It is within my jurisdiction as to provide you with the knowledge that this pack sits amid the outlying borders of the grandeur mountain of which a Madar woman rules, and with her I have stricken up a pact of protection and defense as well as amity.”</font> Once more auricles would flick about thy dome, rotating about in analytical repose. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Si’drue.”</font> he would address the newest family member and addition to the military of the kingdom, bowing gently, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Wonderful to be in your presence once more. Tell me good sir, was the perimeter secure as you travelled to this location?”</font> He had heard but the whispers of beasts and <i>monsters</i>, although he did not dare speak of such monstrosities or hellish nightmares within the company of the ladies.







 
 
 
 
 
<font color=#ffb6c1>“Speech”</font>
 
 
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@Valariea
@Vaclav
@Pixie
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The petite lady would pause and freeze in surprise when the antlered king would speak to her once more. He was willing to let them be under his protection, but he had placed a warning down before her. Their pack is in aligance with the pack ran by the Madars. Her eyes would flash with her worry, perhaps it wouldn’t be too wise to stay around for too long. She had nothing against the Madar’s and she really didn’t place any blame on them for their hate to her whole family. She was torn now faced with this decision.

She could either stay here and risk angering the Madars or she could leave this lovely and friendly pack of wolves. She would look to each of them. The antlered king, the beautiful lady, and even glanced towards the one who was the last to arrive at this gathering. But the thoughts of certain doom lingered over her. She had a feeling deep inside that she was in dire need for the safety of numbers. The Madar pack would be facing the same scenario and would be too busy ensuring the safety of their own pack.

If her and her brother stayed here until this utter darkness disappeared, Valariea couldn’t see any problems that would arise if she sought out shelter with this pack for a little while.
“Israfel… The Madar’s only worry me for the hatred they bare my family.” She would speak softly as she looked around her unsure if the other two present knew anything about the family of Volfglanz.
“The hatred started with my father… to be honest I strive for the peace my mother died dreaming of.” She would say just above a whisper as she dropped her gaze at the ground.

“I will respect your alliances with the Madars. Even if it is a short while I will only truly ask for some shelter in these dark and dangerous times. I can leave if things get too rough with the Madars.”
She would say to the antlered male.
She would remain silent now, only listening politely. Her long silky tail would wrap around her paws as she chose to sit. The choice was his. She would not wish to be a burden to this new pack, but in times like this she would surely even run to the Madars in search of any aid or shelter they would allow her to have.

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@Israfel
@Vaclav
@Pixie
@Si'drue
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