A Tortured Excursion [open]

[Chance]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/1550/chancebkground.jpg] He didn't know why he was here. Back at this place that had first tied him down. Back on the short out crop of rock over looking that deadly steep drop. The place that changed his life. Maybe he was here to relive that moment. The one that stopped his wondering days. He shouldn't have been there though. He had a family waiting for him. A pack that he was part of. So why was he here. Why couldn't he let it go? Was it the freedom? Or did he just like when no one was relying on him? No he knew what it was. And it pained him to think that it still had a hold over him. Shaky paws walked over to the ledge. Eyes a dark dusky purple gazed solemnly down. He had never attempted to fly higher than he had to. Yet in this moment he needed to feel the rush. So Chance leaped gracefully arching downward with his wings tight to his body. The wind whipped at his fur and feathers and just before he reached the point of no return he unfurled this wings and arched back up wards shooting like a jet into the sky.

[RHIANNON !]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,475,true]

[atrb=background,http://i930.photobucket.com/albums/ad144/FallArrow/RHIANNONbg4.png] The hell was that?! Rhiannon had woken early that morning and left the den, going on a bit of a hunting excursion. She had taken the pups with her, deciding it was finally time for them to learn how to hunt properly. So with five little ones trailing behind her, she was not ready for the sight of a wolf leaping off the top of the canyon. "Oh bloody hell," she said, rolling her eyes for a moment. Did the wolf just leap to his watery death? Her question was answered a few moments later when the wolf soared up out of the canyon. "Bloody hell, stupid keiyou," she muttered, leading her pups towards the edge of the canyon wall. Isealdyr waggled her own wings, staring up at her mum, "Mummy, when I get bigger, will I be able to do that?" she asked, her eyes beaming. "Isy, the better question is, will your father let you do that," she said with a huff, finally reaching the edge of the canyon near the stairs. "'Ey you, you with the wings? What the bloody hell are you doing here?" she asked, taking in a deep breath. The male had the scent of pack heavy on him, and it made her nose wrinkle in distaste.

[/color][/blockquote]

-------------------------------------

OOC ;; n/a

[/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Chance]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/1550/chancebkground.jpg] Chance was startled by Rhiannon's voice. He faltered and dropped. It was only a second before he regained control but it scared him witless none the less. Rising in the air once again he drifted over to the cliff edge and landed none too gracefully. "I...," He breathed a little heavily. "I don't know." His shy voice was but a breathless whisper. This she wolf my not have been very large but that made her no less intimidating. Perhaps it was the commanding way she held herself, power radiated from her. He had known it was stupid to be here. It was even stupider to leap from the canyon edge. His eyes travel warily to the pups trailing behind the stout Myou. Guilt filled him as they reminded him of the duty he was neglecting to his own pups.

[RHIANNON !]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,475,true]

[atrb=background,http://i930.photobucket.com/albums/ad144/FallArrow/RHIANNONbg4.png] The minute the words left Rhiannon's lips the pups began to rustle at her side giggling amongst themselves. "MUMMY SAID A BAD WORD," squealed a little voice and they began to amuse themselves by tumbling and frolicking. Rhiannon paid them little notice, her eyes focused on the keiyou who seemed to had heard her and began to drop. Whoops? He was falling, but he seemed to regain his balance swiftly and righted himself. At least she wouldn't have to scrap his pancaked body off the bottom of her canyon. The myou's ears pinned back as he dropped onto ther cliff, her tail high in a dominant stance. He could stay there, but she wouldn't allow the male to come much closer, especially with her children in tow. His words though were strange and granted him a befuddled stare and a quirked eyebrow. He... didn't know why he was here? What a soddering idiot. "Seriously? You have no idea why you're here," she said, her voice seething with contempt. Snorting lightly, she furrowed her brow. "Please leave if you have no intention of joining our pack. I don't allow wolves to meander through my lands as they please," she growled, her teeth bared slightly. ------------------------------------- OOC ;; ... just a little late... Also apologies for Rhia's bitchyness.

[Fortissimo]

Frote squinted into the sky at the keiyou flying about. He grunted and heaved himself forward toward the silhouette. He heard a voice bellow across the flat landscape, and he smiled. That could only be one person, his mate Rhiannon. Her annoyed, rage filled voice was enough to make his slumped shoulders straighten and make his pace quicker.

As he drew closer his could make out the short, red pelted body of his mate yelling at the winged wolf. He shook his head, and smiled, feeling sympathy toward the keiyou. His trot quickened into a run. He came up beside Rhia, ignoring the Keiyou, to address his family first.

"Oooh, mommy said a bad word?" He asked, smirking over at Rhia. The pups broke away from their games with a chorus of "daddy!" and tripped over themselves to dance around his feet. "Hey there kids." He smiled down at them.

He looked over at the stranger, his yellow eyes hardened, and his put himself, and his horns between the stranger and his pups. "Now, now Rhia." Forte said, looking over the wolf. "To be fair, you were the one to call him down. He was in the sky before, and technically not on our territory. You cant invite him down, then yell at him for coming."

Mesoforte, the rooster myou, pushed himself to the front. "Father, you are too soft! The air is our territory!" He growled, his own yellow eyes flashing, and the feathers around his neck puffed out.

Forte growled. "You will not speak to your father that way, child. You have crossed the line, step back. We do not own the sky, we are not Keiyou."

"I practically am." He said, shoving his nose in the air, and flapping his wings imperiously.

"Just because you have wings, doesn't mean you can fly. Those wings are too small to carry your weight, stand aside."

Meso flushed angrily, but didn't say anything. He went to sulk behind his mama. Forte turned his attention back to the Keiyou. "Sorry about the pup. He has a problem with authority, you know pups these days. Anyway, my mate has a point. If you have no business here, you should leave now."

[lyta]

Lyta was feeling pretty useless. So she'd joined, so she'd felt oh-so-proud of herself for beating up some dumb Sennyo, so she'd been given the rank of Subordinate by another dumb Sennyo. And now what? Now what was she supposed to do? For goodness' sake, it'd been a day and she hadn't even met the alphas yet. She was getting restless. Lyta always was a wolf who couldn't stand having nothing to do, and here she was, in a brand-new pack in a brand-new place... with nothing to do. Except maybe go and antagonise some other packs. And she could guess how much the alphas would like that. But she felt like antagonising.
That was why, when she'd seen the Keiyou with a Quesse Anar scent so strong she could smell it from the ground, she'd come to investigate. She was revving up for another fight. Lyta liked fights. Lyta liked fights a lot. She was a bit of an adrenaline junkie. And here was an enemy wolf. What else was she supposed to do?
When she arrived, however, she was slightly disappointed to find that two other Styrrstdar Cadre wolves had beaten her to it. What was more, they didn't seem to be fighting, which was a disappointment, however sensible it probably was. Then she noticed the way they carried themselves and the position of their tails, and suddenly she recognised them from all the descriptions she'd heard; these were the alphas.
Lyta gulped and backed off several places behind them. Unsure what to do yet again, she sat down several places behind them, tail curled around her paws like a cat's- well, she was a Lyxxa- and waited, in case the enemy wolf decided to fight and the alphas wanted backup. Not that they would. But it was something to occupy her mind, at least.