A darkness arrives

[shatteredsouls]

Paws hit the ground as Cyran fallowed the path that smelled most like his sister and mother, where his brother was he did not know. His only hope was that all of his family where alright, for even though he was cast as a rouge by his siblings he still did not feel the hatred they did toward him. Sonars flicked back and forth as he continued on in the dense forest, sun flitted down lightly through the trees. Occationally there where some spots where the sun would get through and land on the parched earth, golden pelt moved flewidly with ease through them.

A few rabbits ran across the ground as he moved through, ocassionally he would stop and listen to make sure his sister nor mother would sneak up on him. His large mass was thick with muscular energy and though none knew he did not only have strength but on the contrary of being stupid he had brains as well. Tail wagged a little as his brown orbs scanned the area, soon he would be in what smelled like his sisters lands. So Shayne finally became queen, good. Just as father predicted, looking around again he noticed the black wolf. A growl was emitted through him, yet he tolerated the wolf because he had helped save him from the river. Pain came to him, father as well as Zaber. He shouldnt have treated Zaber like he did, So he now waited to see if his sister would come without him having to howl.

[Vida]

The golden femme set her paws upon the lands gracefully, the pads of her dainty mitts pressing solidly into the soil and leaving their imprint behind. Large, feathery wings folded into themselves and curved to the arch of her spine, resting in their proper place while she didn’t need them. Her pelt was thick and smooth, well taken care of as always and gleaming with a beautiful luster. But the beauty of her visage stopped there. Her sapphire eyes, which had once been vibrant and beautiful, were dim and cold. Not even a spark of life was in them. It was almost as if this female was a walking corpse, yet she clearly lived and breathed.

Nostrils quivered as she lifted her crania high, scenting the air. Shayne had been here and staked her claim and Cyran was nearby. Good..Two out of three of her offspring had made it safely to this new haven. But what about Zaber? Had he made it safely, too, or had something terrible happened to him?

Shaking away the thought she moved in the direction that she had scented Cyran, intent upon finding her son. Sapphire orbs flitted over the land until they could rest on him. Paws carried her quickly until she was at his side. And though she didn’t reach out to touch him, or give any sign of affection, it would be obvious enough by her tone that she adored her son and was glad to see him safe. “Cyran.”

[shatteredsouls]

As he waited silence overcame him, the clouds could not be seen and it was still a little green in the woods. He knew that his sister had made the journy but he did not know of his brother, yet he also knew that his mother made it as well. Sonars flicked back and forth as he listened to the earth pads where coming toward him, a large sound perhaps it was someone he knew.

Brown gaze flicked across the land and he caught site of another golden wolf, his heart beat. Perhaps it was his mother, a smile formed on his features but quickly vanished before she reached him. Standing to greet her he dipped his dome, his tail wagged but a bit.

As the golden female got closer he noted that it was indeed his mother, the black wolf that lurked around was no where to be seen. He was happy about this, perhaps the dead wolf would leave him alone. Yet a sigh came as he waltzed up and mimicked his mother, a solid growl that was not emitted stayed in his chest.

His sonars flicked forward as his mother called his name, walking forward he smiled and nuzzled her. Perhaps she would know where the others where, then again perhaps she would know just about as much as she did. Opening his mug he spoke, his tones where as a darks but loving in a son kind of way.

"Mother I am glad you have made it, I caught your scent before our lands where distroyed and fallowed you here. I was hopeing that you would or could tell me if Zaber is here? I smell Shayne but I do not smell Zaber, I am happy to see you."

He looked at her and wondered if she knew where Zaber was, but if she did not then he wondered when Shayne would get a mate. There needed to be a king as well as a queen, but Cyran did not want to be king. He would be if none of his siblings could out of duty but nothing more, he really did not want anything to do with the position. But he would not tell anyone that.

(alright well I seen that Shayne said she was three so i will be changing Cyran's age to three as well.))

[Vida]

Cinder allowed Cyran to nuzzle her, gently returning the affectionate gesture for a moment. She never initiated them anymore, but neither did she back away from them. After a moment though, she drew back and settled onto her haunches, dark gaze studying her son for a moment. No injuries; good. He looked well, in fact. That was good too. She wondered if he had spoken to Shayne yet, or if he knew Zaber’s whereabouts, but she would let him be the first to speak about such things.

As he spoke, she realized that he wouldn’t be able to tell her about Zaber either. He didn’t know any more than she did. “I’m glad that you’ve made it as well, son. I know nothing about whether or not Zaber has made it, or if he is safe. I have yet to speak to Shayne either, but from the scent of the place she ought to be back soon. After all, Queens don’t leave their lands unattended long.” There was a small amount of pride in her tone; a slight stirring of emotion. “I’m glad to see you as well, Cyran.” She echoed, truthfully.

Gaze traveled over the lands thoughtfully, almost vacantly. The most important thing in them was with her right that moment, so she wasn’t really concerned with anything else. When Shayne arrived she wanted to speak with her, to make sure that she too was unharmed, but really..Such things were only a passing worry in her distant mind and heart. Echoing from a part of her that was closed away; locked tightly beyond even her own reach.

[shatteredsouls]

((dont know how often ill be able to be on during the week seeing as we do not yet have a computer ><))

Watching his mother pull away Cyran nodded, of course his mother would. She was not a light nor was he, and it was appropriate. Sonars flicked as the wind stired, still no sign of his sister. Wich to what his mother spoke of was quite clearly knowing, he was in his own mind quite worried about his sister and his little brother for that matter. But soon things would unfold that have yet to be told and the lands where speaking of such things, the shadow of a wolf stood there glairing at Cyran.

Cyran knew that waisting time was what got onto the dark wolfs nerves but he didnt care, the dead could only do so much and that was it. Soon how ever the wolf lay down and looked as if he fell asleep, little bit of insanity as they would say. Or was it something more? None would know, looking toward his mother as she spoke his ears dipped back a little. She did not know where Zaber was either, alas two kings missing. A sigh escaped Cyran's mug, perhaps he should have stayed and protected his brother. Soon the winds gave way to a light rain, looking toward his mother he opened his mug. His tones where almost as dark as his fathers, he spoke.

"I guess I shall wait for Shayne to come back if she ever does, if she does not within a few hours time I will go to the claiming grounds. That perhaps Is where she is at, after all what is a kingdome without others in it?"

His gaze looked away from his mother, she still seemed healthy. That was good, for none knew why the things that have happened, happened. But none the less, all the wolves. Dark or not needed to be strong in the times that where now and coming, It was the will of nature.

[lepitz]

How to have an attack?