Faithful Forever. [ revvy ]

[Erulassé]

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[atrb=background,http://i33.tinypic.com/2qbyvcn.png] THE future. What did it hold for the many wolves of this land? Generations came and went, canines rose and fell. But who was there to remember it all? Even the Sennyo were not immortal and the Harbingers were deemed just a legend. The Mortui came close, but they had to die someday. Everything had to die one day, whether it was now, or hundreds of years down the line. Death was inevitable, was it not? So why were so many creatures afraid of the future, and what it would bring? Afraid of death nipping at their heels. For there to be life, there had to be death. SITTING alone with her thoughts, Erulassé rested with her ivory back against a tree, amber eyes gazing out across the white expanse. She was old, but her mind was still fresh and her heart still strong. Majestic swan wings curled at her side, the she-wolf mulled over the happenings of the last short while. She'd come to this land alone, old and searching. For what, she was unsure, but her years had taught her never to give up. And, as luck would have it, the crystal white Myou had found part of what she'd been searching for. A home. A pack with fellow wolves, warm hearted creatures who took no sides. "HOME is where the heart is." She sang into the air, a smile dancing across her lips. Unworried and unhurried, the Rhume Nord Headmistress was happy with this point in her life. She was unafraid of the future, for her mind imagined a bright one. Perhaps her family would grow, perhaps Raven or another would have pups that she could mentor and love. For the old wolf had a heart of gold, a heart that saw through the visage of evil. And though she had long ago resigned herself to being alone, she knew that she had enough love for everyone. She would be alright. IGNORING the ache in her bones, the she-wolf rose gracefully to her paws, blending perfectly as she stepped out onto the wide expanse of snow. She was at home here, thick fur and an extra helping of feathers gave her ample protection against the cold biting wind of this land. Pacing forward a few more steps, till she stood in the center of the large white area, Erulassé raised her ruffled head to the bright afternoon sun. And with a shudder of pure elation, the she-wolf sent forth her song into the mountains. A howl that told of summer days long past, faces that had come and gone, creatures that had lived and died. And wrapping all around the howl was a note of warmth and welcome, a note of faith and the future. She was everyone's friend.

[prickledpears]

"Hah! You get somewere? You are already a ... whats it called agian Sage. Healing hurt wolves. Bah! A females job not some half dead Mortui`s!"

"At least I have a pack Norg."

The hallicination scoffed and padded away muttering about heirs, healing, and death. Revenge rolled his eyes and kept walking, exploring the lands of his new home, and being careful not to be spotted by any predators. For sure, if one would see him he would be carried off or killed, for he hardly had any meat on his bones anymore, and eating was unlikely. He thought over those things for a moment, but then smiled. He couldn`t be killed, not until his muscle tissue fell off. Than he would not be able to move, and would starve. He shrugged off his thoughts and kept walking, now nearing Seul Wood.

The wood, was really not much of a wood, but it came close. The pines stood tall and the other trees of the place tried to do so as well. Revenge kept walking, keeping his head low sniffing the area for any herbs that may come of use. Ever since he had been appointed the Sage of the pack, he had been trying to find herbs around the mountain. But due to the coldness, snow, and limited dirt he had not found much. He was sniffing near the base of a tree when he heard the howl of a female, not near him but still in the wood. Lifting his head he went to investigate, wondering what she could be so happy about.

[Erulassé]

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[atrb=background,http://i33.tinypic.com/2qbyvcn.png] CEASING her joyful howl, the swan myou yawned softly, padding back across to the snow-covered tree. Her frame had already created a wolf-sized dip in the frosty ground, just next to the tree, so Erulassé settled herself comfortably down again. Curling her tail around whitened paws, the she-wolf closed those vivid amber eyes, enabling her to become one with the bright snow. She was not sleeping, however, simply dozing quietly, thinking of her long and tiring life. It seemed so long ago since she was just a puppy, playing with her brother and sister. Shying away from the cruel abuse of their predatory parents. The life of any Myou was a hard one, but it was harder when the violence came from another Myou. WITH a soft sigh, Erulassé flicked open her eyes, a faint smell catching her attention. Though her senses were weakening as she aged, the smell of a Mortui was a hard one to miss. 'Revenge' was her first thought, she knew that Mortui were not a common breed, there couldn't be another around, could there? And in pack territory? It had to be Revenge. Blinking slowly, she raised her shaggy head, gazing around the area as she waited patiently for the male to make himself known. He'd seemed friendly enough when they'd met before, besides, Erulassé found it hard to believe that any creature could want to hurt her. She was unafraid and reluctant to move her old bones once more from the warmth of her bed. THE she-wolf wondered about Revenge as she waited. How had he become Mortui? What did he think of his... affliction? Did he feel like an outcast? Many questions swirled through her mind, her curiousity still present even in her age. She'd met only one Mortui before, and he was still a Lupus. She'd only known of his heritage from the words of another wolf. And those words could have been lies, though Eru preferred to think of lies as just slips of the tongue. It was hard for her to see the bad in anyone, and she liked it that way. She didn't have the same prejudice against breed, gender, age or colour, like many others. Everyone was the same in those gentle amber eyes. Why should she worry? WONDERING where the wolf was, Erulassé decided to announce her presence. No doubt he could already smell her, though she was well camouflaged from sight. If her aging nose could scent him, then it was for absolute certain he could scent her. "I smell a Mortui. Sage Revenge, do show yourself to my old eyes." Her words were uttered with her natural hint of richness, mixed with warmth and kindness. And as was her way, she addressed the male by his title. Enjoying traditional views, she felt that titles were important and should make the bearer proud of his or her task. She was proud of being the Headmistress. [ Sorry this took so long. My life got hectic and I got ill. lawlz. ]

[prickledpears]

As he neared toward the place were Eru must be, he heard her pleasant voice. "I smell a Mortui. Sage Revenge, do show yourself to my old eyes." And thus he stepped forward through the underbrush that he had been hiding in.

Once out of the wood, he attempted to view her from his one good eye. For the other had started to slip out of its socket. He saw her, laying below a tree, her pretty wings blending in with her coat. He fumbled for a moment, wondering what he should say. He had a rather absurd past with females before. For the only ones he had really ever conversed with were his aunt, long-dead sister, and the occasional younger female. And, most of those conversations had been purely business, not a casual chat in the woods.

With a sigh he looked at the tree behind Eru. "Greetings Erulasse, nice erm... day is it not?" He fumbled for something else to say, "The sun really makes your coat shine, wait no, forget that, I mean... that um..." He gave a deep sigh before sitting down. "Sorry, i`m bad at talking." He looked at his paws, or rather foot bones, waiting for her comment.

[Erulassé]

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[atrb=background,http://i33.tinypic.com/2qbyvcn.png] WAITING patiently, Erulassé hummed softly to herself, white ears relaxed atop her fluffy head. He appeared soon after her words graced the air, decaying form grossly patchy in the light of the day. She wasn't afraid of the monster before her, she looked past his cover and his obvious sickness. She saw the wolf below, which, to her, was a good wolf. Everyone was a good wolf, everyone deserved forgiveness, everyone could change. Her faith was unshakeable. MOVING her shaggy white body, the she-wolf lifted herself into a sitting position. A chuckle formed upon her lips as she watched his obvious discomfort, ears catching his stumbling words. A soft grin broke out upon her face, amber eyes bright with friendly humour. "Your comment is much appreciated, friend. Do not be so shy, practice makes perfect." Folding her wings close to her side, Erulassé patted the space next to her with a snow white paw, gesturing for Revenge to take a seat. "It is cold, come share my body heat. Though I do not know if you feel the cold as I do." LETTING the offer and the question lay in the air, Erulassé watched the Mortui with only friendly curiosity in her gaze. She wasn't afraid to be close to another, she didn't care for being alone. She would share her space with anyone, without a second thought, or hesitation. Male, female, old, young. Angelic, monstrous. Besides, she really did wonder if Revenge could feel the cold. Surely, if he could, he would feel it more than others, with his lack of fur and flesh patches. Though she imagined that he couldn't feel the cold, since he was almost immortal and couldn't feel pain, why would he feel the cold? "REVENGE, what is it like to be a Mortui? What was it like to be a Lupus? It is strange to me, my second soul flies through my mind with every breath I take. I cannot imagine life without her presence. Who do you talk to when you are alone, who do you confide in?" Her tone musing, Erulassé tilted her head as her gaze focused on her companion. She was curious and philosophical, and her question was one that had often passed through her mind. Though she had never before asked it, she did now, perhaps it was because Revenge was also a strange creature, a being viewed as a freak. Perhaps.

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[prickledpears]

He stared at the snow in front of him, waiting to see if Erulasse would comment on his bumbleing of words. She would say that he needed practice, or needed to work on talking around the opposite gender. And she did just that, or at least something of the such. Saying words about how practice made perfect.

Next he heard a shuffleing noice, than the pat of a paw. Than her words. He looked up, eyeing the space next to her as she kept talking. He stood than, and sat next to her. Wondering about the questions she had asked. He did not yet know all of what it was to be a Mortui. But he could answer her questions with a mild amount of knowladge, or at least the ones abut him.

"I was once a lupus, a heir of a land far off. The lands were peaceful for a long while, until a group of wolves came. I attempted to use my powers on one wolf, for you see, I had the gift of fire. I could burn a wolf to a crip in my prime. But than... my powers didn`t work. And Than parts of me started to fall of, my fur, a tissue." He gestured torward his front paw. "Than my bones started to show. But I guess thats not what you are looking for." He sighed."As for friends...well. Lets say I have them"

[Erulassé]

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[atrb=background,http://i33.tinypic.com/2qbyvcn.png] ERULASSE felt the presence of the male as he placed himself next to her, amber eyes turning to him as she waited patiently for his voice to grace the air. Her ears were perked forward as she listened with interest, wondering what it must have felt like to suddenly find yourself powerless and falling apart. Soft concern filled her eyes, but she said nothing. The past was the past and he seemed to be coping well with his... 'condition. "The past of many is full of bloodshed and death. Although I wish it were not so, mine is too. I lost my dear brother and sister at a young age, for the life of a Myou is a difficult one. My parents were paired with fearsome predators, like the wolf we are. However, my sister was paired with a little deer and my brother with a mouse. Life was difficult and when we attempted to escape it, I was the only one who was freed from the claws of my parents." SHE gave a soft sigh, eyes haunted by the past, but bright with hope for the future. "This is not a pleasant subject, let us speak of happier times. Were you paired with another when you were Lupus, dear Revenge? Puppies are wonderful things, I have cared for many in my life. None my own, but I do not worry. I am a carer and a giver." She smiled softly, remembering those happier days. She-d never felt the ache of motherhood in her bones, happy enough to care for the young of other wolves. Indeed, the old wolf had cared for other creatures also; a young crow, a small signet, a bearcub. It was strange behaviour for a wolf, but she was not a normal wolf, she was a Myou. YAWNING expressively, she turned her gaze to the sky, blinking softly as small flakes of snow began to fall. They merged with the snow-covered ground, created new layers of the thick, white blanket. Her stomach gave a little rumble and she chuckled softly, apologizing to her companion. "Do forgive me, friend. Hunting is not as easy as it used to be, for an elder such as I." Indeed, she was an elder, at nearly seven years old. She was in good shape for her age, but time was pressing down and signs were beginning to show. Her eyesight was dimming, her bones ached in the cold and hunting was becoming more and more difficult. Erulassé however, preferred not to worry about the end. It would come when it wanted, it was inevitable, so why attempt to struggle and put it off? Life was good, live every second of it.