Kidnapped! [Isealdyr]

[Pan Fion (Red)]

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[ISEALDYR !]

The small daja was meandering along listlessly. The days had been getting colder and she had been getting more and more bored with them. Nothing exciting went on here, and Isealdyr craved adventure. Even Aowyn, who was usually the life of the party, was withdrawn and cantankerous. Her small dainty feet hit the ground lightly as she moved beneath the forest, stepping around puddles and moving through the branches with ease. She had come to know this land. Being somewhat of a recluse, she barely knew the wolves who lived here, save the alphess who she met briefly while she was heavily pregnant. Besides that, she kept to herself. Perhaps that was part of the reason why Isealdyr felt so detached from life, but it was intentional. She had no motivation to mingle with the other wolves. She yearned for home, but now, almost three, home was like an impossible venture for her, a place idyllic in her mind but without an actual body. And to see her mother... what did she even look like again? She remembered her eyes, her black mask... but everything else seemed to be washed away by the ebbing and flowing of time.

A sigh exhaled from her alabaster maw, Aowyn chirping loudly behind her. A quick glare from the wolf made the now fully grown, and colourful penguin silence. It was a strange comparison, her daemon being so wonderfully beautiful, hued with golds, whites and blacks, while she herself so plain. Her albino coat was pure, pristine white, only marred by the dirt which so easily found its way onto her body. With a pinkish nose and rose coloured eyes, she seemed to almost fade away at times. But as much as the female wanted to, she couldn't.

She lifted her head to the breeze, inhaling deeply and slowly. Perhaps there was rabbit around, or something the young wolf could catch for herself. There seemed to be nothing, but Aowyn was quite chipper to move towards the lake and fish. A small groan sounded. "No, I don't want more fish," she sighed again, but Aowyn merely stared back at her.

'Then what do you intend to eat, Isealdyr? Air? We both know you haven't been able to catch anything for over a week. If I wasn't here you would be listing away on the forest floor.'

The penguin's words cut deep and Isealdyr scowled, her lips turning down as a small growl sounded from her throat. She said nothing more, merely turning, making a huff, and sitting herself down on the ground. Aowyn shook her head, slipping into the water and looking for something for them to eat.

[Pan Fion (Red)]

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[ISEALDYR !]

Isealdyr was left alone as her daemon scurried off to find food. It wasn't that she was a bad hunter... she just didn't even want to look for food. Nothing in life meant anything. She was just wandering about a territory which wasn't her home. She didn't even have the guts to leave and seek out her home, though that was somethign the young female would never tell a soul. She was sure Aowyn already knew this, but the daemon kept quiet. Usually they had little conflict, it was only recently that the penguin was pushing back at her. With her rear placed firmly on the ground, Isy let her tail lazily curl around her haunches, her back turned towards the water. It was almost as if the two were having a hissy fit. Once the sound of water was once again gone, meaning the penguin was either deep underwater or had swum out of hearing range, Isealdyr slumped a bit towards the ground.

"Stupid bird, stupid land, stupid... UGH EVERYTHING!" she snarled, her paw batting at the ground, stirring up the leaves slightly. The scuff caused her sensitive pads to hit over a rock, making a small but stinging scrape on them. She yelped slightly, pouting and began to lick her paw. Such was the state the young wolf was in, pre-occupied by pain and her annoyance, that she didn't notice the approach, or even presence of the wolf who seemingly appeared out of no where. Suddenly she heard a voice and her eyes snapped from her paw to the source. A white wolf, covered in red markings stood before her, and was apparently talking to her. Even a cursory glance told her that this wolf had to be a lupus. Nothing else would be quite so colourful. A lumen, perhaps, but the eye colour didn't match. She scowled, placing her paw delicately on the ground.

"No I'm the Great Spirit, manifested on this set of leaves, pathetically licking my paw." Her voice dripped with sarcasm - perhaps not the best approach. She was at a disadvantage of course. A male larger and more powerful than her, with an element [she had to assume of course] and her only source of mental defence gone into the lake. Even so her lip curled, tail tip twitching in annoyance. "Who the hell else would I be? Though knowing my name is a bit creepy. Who sent you? Are you one of Keinvarii's wolves? You certainly don't smell like the Accord and I highly doubt Keinvarii would want a stranger lurker around."

It was only then that she realised how strange it was indeed for such a wolf to know her name. She barely talked to anyone, and only few knew of her. Her eyes narrowed, and she rose from her seat, babying the paw she had just scraped. "And here you are trudging onto our land demanding things from me and not even saying anything else. What am I, famous? If I am my reputation proceeds me. What do they say, 'oh look there's an albino daja sullenly walking around the Accord' because that would just be lovely." She backed up one pace, snorting and staring at him with narrowed eyes. Behind her a small splash was heard and the penguin reappeared, two small fish in her beak. She tried to make a sound, dropping both fish, who happily swam back into the water and waddled over to Isy.

[Pan Fion (Red)]

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[ISEALDYR !]

Isealdyr shifted uncomfortably with the pressure from the wolf before her eyes' on her own form. Why was he so interested in who she was? Any normal wolf would have introduced themselves as well, something that Isealdyr knew was shifty. She took a cautious step back, her fur poofing up to make her look like she was bigger than she indeed was. A protective turn of her head shielded her neck should he hope to attack. His words stung, cold and bitter like ice and she narrowed her gaze further, watching him carefully. Her options were few. She could try to outrun him, but Aowyn wouldn't know where she was. Trying to fight him would be fruitless. Not only was she tired, but she was much smaller than him and underweight. Considering he was a lupus too, he would have some sort of power he could use against her. So she took a deep, somewhat shakey breath and just stared at him hard.

"If you're not part of the Accord I suggest you leave immediately or I'll summon the rest of them and we'll chase you off." Her words were followed by his sneer, the words coupled by a smile which sent a shiver down her spine. This was not going well for her, and though she assumed spitting venom back at him would not work, she wasn't going to back down. That would never be what she wanted. Her look of anger turned to one of confusion though, as he spoke of Scorch. The name was mildly familiar, but it seemed to be a name which she didn't want any association with. Why? She growled a little bit, digging her claws into the ground. "If he wanted my why did he send his little lap dog to come get me? Sounds like a lazy idiot if you ask me." She made a coughing noise, averting her gaze, but seeing Aowyn reappear. If she had any chance of out running him, they faded now, as the little penguin stopped, leaving the two fish, and stared at her. Aowyn could not out run a wolf. She could not get to Aowyn in time. The thoughts came to her daemon in a jumble, but suddenly the male before her moved.

The penguin fell to the ground at almost the same moment Isealdyr did, the two of them crippled by the action of the male before her. Aowyn chirped loudly, struggling at his hold. Isealdyr growled loudly, shoving herself back onto her feet with some effort and staring at him, her anger now complete. "Let go of her." she snarled, her muscles bristing, ears flat against her head. "Let go of her or I swear, I will rip your throat out." Both of them knew it was an empty threat but it felt better saying it than not.

[Pan Fion (Red)]

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