A Ruckus of the Soul *OPEN*

[Xiomara]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/xback-4.png] A slash of charcoal black, a wisp of green and the shine of silver light whisked through the tall trees, a large shape encircling the vegetation and simply tearing through it with noted crashes. Heavy breath came from the female yagi's panting as she pushed her tired limbs just a bit farther, always defying the limit and raising the standards she set for herself. Finally satisfied with the level of exertion she had achieve Xiomara stopped, relenting her rapid pace to a small trot as she cooled down in the fresh air. Small beads of sweat doted her smooth muzzle as cold grey eyes sliced like steel through the brush, alert to any movements. Seeing none she settled down to a mere stroll, pausing long enough to rub her dark silver antlers against the trunk of a nearby tree, gouging the bark viciously and tearing at the flesh of the king plant. Nostrils flaring she noted the distinct scent of the pack that lived nearby, almost itching for a confrontation, after all, she was no better then a common criminal, why not act the part? Heck, trespassing was such a little crime...compared to murder. Snorting she decided better of it, preferring to test the limits by stalking the edge of the territory instead, scraping the ground with her thick claws as she walked. Neck tilted low she sniffed around, noting where the scents became stronger and weaker, this was a rather busy place, various wolves coming and going Xiomara deduced by the strength of the scents. Shaking her fur out she let the wind tousle her long forest green mane, fierce green markings on her face contributing to her wild appearance. The land was less rugged here then farther north where she had chosen to live, and although wild in its own respects did not cater to her desire for harsher conditions. However there was certainly a presence to it, a air of muted strength and the wind still held part of the cold bite that its older sibling from the north had. Her thick fur did not tolerate warmer temperatures, layers built for insulation against the elements and thick claws and padded paws made for walking on snow and cutting through ice. A slight drizzle began to fall, dotting the outside of her fur in small beads and the temperature seemed to fall another couple degrees just to suit her, the Great Spirit occasionally would grant her whim. Left to her devises she began to ponder the last few weeks of travel, noting the gloom that did seem to be consistently trying to douse her spirit. Her actions the last year left a deep scar on her soul, the loss of her mate a thick thorn on her heart and the murder of her brothers a taint on her mind. Since the event she had been left torn, prone to seeking trouble to relieve her anger and sadness while desperately tying not to succumb to self destruction. Caught between misery, numbness and deep rooted instinct to survive Xiomara lived a bittersweet existence. As a wolf that prioritized justice and defied wrongs her own sin left her as a rather shadowed venger and her only escape had become causing trouble where ever she felt the need to relieve herself of the burden that her crimes left on her shoulders. Today was no exception and the yagi snarled, frustrated by the lack of action and response to her presence. But really, who would approach such a being? She was not trespassing, though she was certainly causing a ruckus and with her size and temperament she was the not the type to be approached for a friendly conversation. Xiomara's Song

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[SYVER !]

Syver was old enough now to leave the den unaccompanied. Though this didn't happen often, since his brother, Aroh, was almost always at his side, he found himself this once wandering around the territory. It was somewhat nice to have the quietness of things, and to be able to take things slowly. Avalon's brood always caused such a ruckus in the home tree, so getting away from them had been one of his main objectives. He assumed his own siblings with with Rava, but he couldn't be completely sure. Either way, they wouldn't miss him wandering off for a bit.

So that was precisely what the young yagi pup did. He wandered the terrain, searching for things he had not yet found. Mostly new hiding places, where he could conceal himself in the games he played with his siblings. But as of recently the pups had been learning to fend for themselves. His horns were growing in, and they hurt a bit as they lenghtened themselves, so taking out the frustration in hunting was generally a wanted activity. He sighed, lowering his body to the ground and stalking a mouse that appeared out of his peripheral vision. His pounce was too late though, and the rodent disappeared down a seemingly invisbile hole, leaving the yagi pup to scratch after it.

"Damn," he said softly, mostly to himself, since there was no one around him. But things always change, as they do. He had found himself in an area he had previously unexplored and a stench hung in the air. He blinked a bit; never before had this smell been known to him. He followed it slowly, careful not to lose its path. And before he knew it, in front of him stood a giant yagi, her antlers towering up high. He suddenly felt dwarfed in her prescence as he stared up at her, yellow eyes wide. She didn't smell like the pack, or anything he had ever smelt before. Blinking more, he found himself falling back onto his rump, looking up at her in silent awe.

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[Xiomara]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/xback-5.png] Xiomara had been taking a pause to decide what type of ruckus she might be inclined to create next when she felt eyes on her back and heard the soft foot fall of paws on the ground. Turning around, Xiomara was ready to haul off whatever had deemed it necessary to try and track her but had to stop in mid swing for there stood a pup too young to know not to try and sneak up on a bigger wolf. Huffing she gave the small wolf a skeptical glance; some cavalry this pack had sent. Turning about face she lowered her head to sniff at the young wolf, this was certainly a pack's pup and no doubt the Enclave's. For a moment she stood poised, debating what to do with the yagi for she did not have any inclination to try and deal with a pup. "Bother, you're awful young to be trying to sneak up on outsiders, little risky wouldn't you say?" Her tone was not threatening, though an appropriate description might have been exasperated. "What are you doing so far out of your territory anyways?" Snorting she had half a mind to take off and leave the pup where he stood, but perhaps she could coach him back in the direction home first. It wasn't that she cared for the little beast, simply that is was the just thing to do in the female's mind. Lifting her head she glanced around to see if the small wolf had been accompanied, but she did not even get so much as a whiff of a nearby wolf. It would certainly figure that she should have her ruckus answered by one so small, she certainly could not take any frustrations out on one so small with any conscious. The black yagi gave the bleak sky a glare of reproach, sometimes the Great Spirit could be cruel and for the most part she found the deity also had a warped sense of humor. Taking a step or two back she bristled her fur and stamped her foot on the hard earth, awaiting an answer to her question. She stood blocking the pup from venturing further out of its home territory, debating how to try and heard it back in the right direction; it all depended on how much sense the little male had in him. Xiomara's Song

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[SYVER !]

The wolf seemed to hear his approach before he even got there, looking at him with what seemed to be contempt. Syver blinked up at her, pretty much speechless, and unable to form ideas in his mind about what to do. She smelled so diferent... she even looked different. It was clear she was a yagi, like his own parents, but she looked much tougher. Syver's thoughts were able to manifest themselves into the thought of whether or not he was a bit over his head.

She spoke and Syver's muscles tensed up, and he began to scoot backwards slowly, dragging his bobbed rump across the ground. He didn't really know what to say and nothing was coming to his mind. It was only when she asked her second question did Syver's brain click into gear. Not only did that help, but her stomp of the foot helped as well, as she blocked any chance he had from moving further out of the enclave's territory.

He cleared his throat, standing up on his muscled legs, looking up at the female yagi before him. "I am Syver, son of Ahote, and I go where I please," he spoke, the quiver in his voice fairly audible. He wished Aroh was here now, Aroh could help him figure out this situation. "I was patrolling the area for intruders, like you. I should be the one asking you questions," he said, puffing his chest out. His horns were beginning to grow in now, already past his pricked up ears. His canines were swiftly becoming longer and sharper as well.

"Why are you intruding on my father's land? What pack are you from?" he shot the questions back at the female, planting his body firmly on the ground. Even though he was about half a year old, he was still quite large for a pup, since he was of yagi blood. He still stood short from the female though.

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