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Feb 15 2024
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Quince’s Burial

By Meeting, News, RP
Quince’s Burial

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February 15th, 2024

 

*Kova when her mate spoke and offered his words she stomped her paw. Turning her hues to Cairdeas. “Seek me tomorrow… I will set you on those deeds. Until such a time, hunt when invited but don’t starve yourself….” she looked at his physic. “I don’t want to see the state you where in when you came back. Use what you’ve already learned and show you’ve learned it.” she then gave her mate a light nosing before she saw Leora meander off. Others where joining and thte hour was going late. She would lift her muzzle and offer a low, sadden howl. One of a gathering, but more so a presession to the hunting grounds to where she knew Calder had to take Quince.

*Calder he would have remained beside Quince’s frame and begun to have dug a hole for the brute. He decided that on the other side of Nightstalker might suit well. Three now in a row. His claws would struggle against the frozen landscape. First shoveling the snow away and now the frozen ground. This would take a lot more effort, but effort he would gladly put in. His large frame huffed, heaved and pulled. Digging … digging…. digging. He’d ensure the hole was proper.

*Fianna she had seen the gathering around Cairdeas as she had traveled a bit deeper into the clearing, and had lingered back, not wanting to interrupt and seeing once again the look of guilt and weakness upon Cairdeas muzzle. What legacy had his true parents left him? One of broken trust, and it seemed Cairdeas was bent to follow in their paw steps. But perhaps character could salvaged, and Fianna had on more than one occasion sought to be a beacon of such for him. Still she was only one wolf and it was time to let him learn lessons from others as well – most notably the Alphess. If he chose to stay, she was his alpha too. She had dipped her head in return to Rowan, scanning the fae’s frame for she’d not seen her in quite some time! It would good to note she was okay. The howl from Kova signify’ed it was time, and she’d move her paws to join with the others in their path toward the Hunting grounds, coming in to walk at Rook’s side, a bracing shoulder nearby if he had a need but not too close should he wish to forge ahead without.

*Cairdeas realized way late something was wrong with Rook, the way he spoke sounded physically painful. The lad nodded it hurt a bit as he told him no more tales. He hoped to contribute, had but also had hurt. He attempted to put the band aid in place though it did little to control the artial spray created. He gave another nod to Rook, “No more tales,” he repeated back to show he understood the Lore Master not wanting to force him to speak again. That was likely all he said, that task was more difficult for him than anything but he wanted to do what was needed to mend what was broken, that shattered mess would take a long time to glue back together, one piece at a time. Cairdeas’s tail fell but did not retreat,* “I will do just that.” He did not add promise to it, he felt that in itself would be telling a tale. He was just glad to feel that weight leave him. He could truly start moving forward. Off to the western den hill he went. Pebble, pebble where was that pebble, ahh there it was. His tail sway showed a confidence as he grabbed the Pebble and quickly ran along following behind the others. He had the perfect Token, not only did it hold family siginificance but showed his trust of Quince as a wolf. He had not missed Fianna and he would dip his dome, perhaps pad alongside her. He was more silent, perhaps she also noticed the pebble in his jaws? His quick run taking him along not wanting to be tardy regardless of the task. He went for the others and equally for Quince as well as himself. He hoped in spite of the heaviness of earlier to do some justice to what Quince meant as a wolf to him.

 

*Anfir I whip my marmot back and forth! I whip my marmot back and forth! He was doing a fine job of occupying himself with a now mutilated and tattered marmot carcass, but when the call for a funeral procession came, he was already setting what meat was left in it within the cache nearest the stone. Man, this was old hat. Ok, how’d it go? Form a line, look sullen, and march and rhyme. This is how we respect the dead when it’s their time. Drats…not the right meter! Still, he’d find a spot in the tango line to honor a genuine thanks for saving his brother.

* Rook When the call came, he’d form the line that followed and pad alongside his mate and his older sister, the beta. They were the keystones of the pack. Fianna would find that his pace was stretched and there would be moments where he would lean to her if not finding an anchor to his mate’s frame. He was tired, but he could find the strength to honor that strength that Quince left this world with. It was time to honor one who was not yet pack but who had shown he had learned all the lessons of being Wolfspirits. He had words for Quince and a sentiment for him as well, but he’d give his voice a rest for the moments needed to make that somber march to the final rest of Quince the brave.

* Rowan had not been around for a while, this was true. Her frame shown that she hadn’t been attacked, by wolf or predator. Although, Kova’s howl would pull her attention to her, and she would gather alongside the others, following Kova and the gathered wolves towards the hunting grounds. Didn’t meeting usually take place at the Alpha Stone? She wondered.

*Leora the fae would’ve pulled free a small trinket, but one meaningful to her and to Quince’s spirit now. She would turn and lope off in the direction of the hunting grounds. She came to find several wolves followed behind Kova, Rook and Fianna now. She’d aim to join them and swiftly. Did she see her ninny brother holding bits of Marmot?

* Panther It was likely that he was near the the Clearing, and therefore he would’ve heard Kova’s call. Now, he had only witnessed one of these before, and so he’d be somewhat clueless too. Although, he knew that Quince was no longer and Panther allowed himself to guess. Once the group entered the Hunting Grounds, he would join them.

* Kova she hoped others in and the surrounding area could make out her call and call she would. Her path would be slow as her mind would do the respect for Quince and shift gears upon what words she was to share. Her heart heavy as she’d pad to the hunting grounds. She’d mirror Fianna’s own motions to ensure that Rook was braced on either side well enough if he needed. That familiar opening would welcome any who tred therein. A white tapestry would unfold before them as the snow glistened like diamonds. The sun was starting to set casting stunning colors across the landscape. A beautiful evening it would be. As the prosession would continue forward to Kovo’s hill, she would see the familiar site of burial just ahead. The snow had covered up the path for the most part but wolves could make out the jetting bones sticking out of the ground and snow. She would observe ahead of her Calders frame, unearthed snow and soil, and Quince’s frame beneath a canvas of foliage. She’d make note to properly thank Calders efforts to see to Quince’s frame so respectfully. She would brush her crown to her mate’s lightly before she’d stride forward through the path up and there turn and dip her head to Calder. “Thank you, Calder.” she would say before turning and looking to the wolevs gathered. As they did she would gently nose away the top layer of pine branches from Quince’s frame so that he would once more know the open world.

*Calder he would look towards the hole that was finally deep enough and rounded as best as he could make given the time of year and frozen earth. He would look up just in time to see the procession of wolves headed his way after Kova’s howl and call. He took several steps back and would seat himself to the side when Kova approached. He dipped his head “of course… ” his voice low but solem. His gaze fell to Quince’s frame and when Kova would remove the brush, he turned his gaze back the others. Who would heed the call and see Quince’s frame buried. If he saw his mate among the gathered, which he most likely did helping Rook make it he felt his heart beat with a relief in seeing the Lore Master up and moving. A good sign. He would rise and bow to Kova then retreat to settle near Fianna and Rook’s frames.

*Anfir Maybe he’d eye that eyein from a spyin goober….yeah, I see you Wait, did he have something in his teeth? Pah, slfblah! A quick mlem mlem check was made of his handsomely symmetric snout and muzzle to ensure they were free of rag-tag marmot stickers, and when he was, he’d line up and follow after the others

*Rowan As she followed along behind the wolves, she’d note Panther joining as well once they reached the Hunting Grounds. Though, they didn’t stop there, and continued towards a couple mounds. She hummed softly, acknowledging this, however she watched Kova greet Calder. Then.. Quince’s body. He was gone, her yellow orbs remained staring at the body, gaze unwavering and ears pinned at the sight. She hadn’t known the wolf very well, but she would still lower her head in the presence of his body.

*Cairdeas As Fianna moved to the front he would stop to be closer to the middle of the group. His tail drooped upon arrival seeing Quince’s body lying there. He had flashbacks of Timur and Amoux. His dome held there looking at his friend slumped on the ground. He looked so alive yet unmoving. He shifted his gaze to others watching where they would settle. Hurt he had gone away just to come back to this.

*Saskia was a bit late to hear Kova’s call – or heed it. She moved quickly North, following the scents of the others. She knew what this was.

*Panther Upon joining everyone gathered, he’d notice the direction and assume a burial was to be had. Yes, Quince would be put to rest, a lowered dip of his head would be had – showing respect for the lost member.

*Rook was thankful for his kin. He was thankful that Quince had taken what time was allotted him and given what portion he could to Rook. These were the deeds and choices that made a Wolfspirit, he recounted quietly. His frame still made sound and still told the stories he carried within. This was the silent language that all knew but hardly knew well enough to speak or listen to. He had taken it for granted. When the procession finally made its way to Calder and the proposed grave for Quince, he would stop before the son of ash and stomp his paw to the earth three times. Three was a perfectly good number as was perfect the site that Calder chose. His place was with his kin, and he would wait for the others and the proceedings to begin alongside them as they all watched his mate uncover Quince to the veil above.

*Leora as the wolves took their places and they reached this special spot for memory shared and retold, she would seat herself beside Rook and Fianna with her trinket in maw after Rook had greeted Calder. She lowered it down between her paws and looked to Kova.

*Fianna When the place and the time was met Fianna would keep close to Rook and the others, a soft gentle murr escaping her as Calder joined them from where he had already begun a good size hole beside the others. The sight of bones upon the snow was a stark reminder that death was and had been a regular occurrence in their pack of late. She would let a soft whine lift for him as she settled before the place. In a hushed breath she’d wait to see what words the Alphess would lift in memory of Quince, noting the others that began to trickle in heeding the call..

*Kova As the wolves took their places, she would begin with a deep breath. She would look to her mate and Calder a moment, mirroring that gratitude before she turned to address the others after unveiling Quince’s frame, she would begin.

“Today, we gather to honor the memory one true to the pack. One who was fresh into our fold, but felt as though he has been here far longer than we where given. With each turn he showed great courage and valor to the creed of Wolfspirits. To becoming one. He showed great strength and resilience against those who would seek us harm. Tonight, we honor such a wolf.

Time took Quince to soon, but during his time with us, we knew him well. Quince’s name will echo in the halls of our history and forever be remembered in our memories shared. His presence, his sacrifice will be etched in the hearts of those he protected, and in the stories of heroism that will be passed down through generations. Quince knew what it meant to be pack, to be family, and gave the ultimate sacrafice to ensure one lived.” her voice would tapper in a few short cracking’s of emotion before she turned to her mate, Rook. Her gaze locked to his own for a moment if only to share in that true sentiment before turning back to the others. “Rook lives because Quince gave his life to protect those he vowed to call family. Family he deserves to be named for.”

Her hues would now fall to Quince.

“Quince, on this day I proudly name you a member of WolfSpirits. Your name and your spirit will be remembered and honored from this day forward. Welcome home, Quince, as a WolfSpirit.” her paw would rise then stomp the snows before her head tilted back and she’d let loose a long, deep, sorrowful but joyful howl in Quince’s name and honor. Joy to have known him. Sadness to have seen him taken to soon from their fold. A debt she owed him so deeply.

 

*Calder his eyes would fall to Kova now as she would begin the words of rememberance of Quince. He was overcome with greif that he didn’t get to know the lad deeper than his conversations, but he knew him to be true when they did speak. He was well on his way to becoming family, and now he was. His respect would have been forged well, but even deeper now knowing he saved Rook’s life. His eyes fell to Quince and when he was named a WolfSpirits, he’d rise his muzzle and howl in honor of Quince’s spirit and role to their home! A deserved one.

*Fianna Feeling her spirits rise with Kova’s words, laced with the pain of losing, she would be ready to loose her own song as Kova beckoned with her own mournful tones and she would join in the song, welcoming Quince as a member in his own right. A well deserved title to keep alongside his memory.

*Rook And these were the words he would share. They were shared decisively by his mate and named in the naming of Quince, member of Wolfspirits. Rook would stamp his paw to the earth three times three. He would find what gravel in his voice there was and speak as he would have been bade to do when his assessment was called. “I…vouch.” He would vouch now and vouch every day until it was his time for Quince.

*Leora when Quince was named a pack member she would feel the emotions well in her eyes. He deserved it. She just wished he would be alive now to know how truly and deeply he had meant to those here, even in his short time. Especially throwing his life in the way to protect her brother. Her eyes quickly went to Rook then back to Quince and when the howl of honor of being named was given to Quince, she howled! Howled for his spirit, for their memories shared in what short time offered, and ones she’ll cherish forever.

*Cairdeas let his ears fold for his friend, what an honor it was just to know him. Not only that but befriend him. He had taken it for granted believing he would see him again one day. This was not a mistake he would make again. It might be too late for Quince but the rest were fair game. He may have failed his friend and many others but he still had time with most to make it right. He knew in his heart that Quince would want that. No one here wanted him to fail or they would have sent him away on his own. If anything they demonstrated how much they cared continually by accepting him. He was going to start here and now. For now he listened his token held tightly in his jaws.

*Saskia would miss the words given in honor to Quince, but she’d not miss the howls of honor and mourning. Pausing, she lifted her own muzzle into the sky and released a low-tone howl before continuing forward. The trail was leading towards Kovo’s Hill.

*Fianna As her song ended Fianna would move close enough to where she could nose and give a brief lick to Cairdeas’ crown. He was a pup no longer, but he had endured more than his fair share of death in his short life. He had much to grow into, yet she would offer him this comfort, wondering where Maeve and Ceol were. She drew in a deep breath, releasing it, her eyes resting solemnly on Quince

*Anfir He was confused Every funeral he’d been to, and boy had he been to enough to earn a free sandwhich with his punch card , had been a sullen and terrible affair. There was crying , wailing , and downright dark and stabby feels . What’s worse is Quince, this admittedly cool dude had up and grabbed a name in death. What the deuce!? Ain’t no way he was howling for that…ok, well the goober’s howling. Alright, another one’s howling, but she doesn’t count ‘cus I don’t know her. Bossy sister with questions was now howling…fine. He’d take in a deep breath and surprisingly howl in concert with his kin: a thanks for Quince the cool dude that saved his brother.

*Kova as each wolf would add their note to a howl that she hoped Quince could hear alongside ancestors to the sky, she would lower her muzzle. “I invite anyone to speak or share before we place Quince into his earthly bed.” her gaze now fell to each wolf present.

*Cairdeas would snug into Fianna, he still was in need of a bath likely but he was beginning to smell more like himself once again. He sat beside unwilling to drop his token just yet, it was a symbol and he did not want to set it just anywhere. Anyone that looked his way was likely to notice the dark colored smooth pebble held firmly in place. It was his last service to Quince, literally he had taken Stick’s story to his grave. His trust had been well placed.

*Rowan As she settled upon his haunches, she would watch Kova carefully. She remembered the first time, and the only time, she met Quince. The brute was sitting beside Calder, and she had chatted with both of them. She listened intently to each word spoken, and as Kova continued she watched her closely. Quince had saved Rook, Quince had sacrificed himself for the Lore Master. It was a far greater feat than she managed. Then, her gaze settled on Quince. Kova named him as a member, it was much deserved, especially for such bravery. She would tilt her head back, offering a song for the WolfSpirits member, honoring his soul. Then, she would allow her song to dissipate and she would look forward, listening intently once more. Would any offer words of wisdom? Or share anything?

*Leora when the invitation to come and present words, she would peer to her token, then to Kova and speak up. “I present this symbol of Quince’s bravery, strength, and truth.” she would gently nudge the token forward some to show it. It would be a bone, one from the Oxen she secured away that Quince helped to take down.”That was the last hunt together.” her eyes fell to the bone. “May it forever be a token of the strength you had to ensure the pack was safe and fed. For being a WolfSpirit. For being a dear friend to me.” she stomped her paw and would wait to place the token in with Quince once he was placed in his earthly bed.

*Panther listened intently, and he would offered a firm nod. A role well deserved, especially since he sacrificed himself for the Lore Master. He glanced down towards Quince’s body, and then offered a howl to the winds. Panther glanced over his shoulder, his mate’s frame being seen, he would offer her a spot next to him. Then, his gaze returned to Kova. If anyone spoke up, his gaze would shift to them. It seemed Leora would be first, therefore he’d listen to her intently eager to hear her words. He smiled, having noticed the Oxen bone. Yes, he remembered that hunt, Quince had done well.

*Cairdeas looked about letting his amber gaze flow. He would stand holding his dome high and he would pad up to the hole quietly holding his token tightly. To others it was just another dark smooth pebble but to him it was much more than that. Perhaps the way he held it suggested just that. As he padded up he would look about putting it perfectly along a clump of dirt in front of the open hole. He mainly let his gaze fall on Fianna for strength. He took in a breath, “Quince teach Stick new ways to trust my heart.” He then looked to his token, “I set this here to show Stick’s trust was well placed. Quince is my hero.” He would stay up momentarily before dipping his dome a whimper as he looked at the form laying on the ground once more. He then returned by Fianna’s side.

*Saskia Finally, she’d made it. Quietly, the brown fae made her way to a seated position beside Panther where she’d look around at all gathered. Not once would she lower her gaze upon the corpse as she preferred to remember him in his better days. She’d listen to Leora speak, then Cairdeas as each lay their own memory upon the soft dirt. Her gaze would finally shift to Rook; she knew he would speak and she was inclined to know what he had to say.

*Fianna Remembering the tale Quince shared with her, his memories of his past perhaps that he had not told many, she didn’t know but it would due to share some piece of his history now and she rose to step forth and lift her voice:
“Time and time ago, from the North, once of five, three came forth, hunger and spirit vying, kin dying, called forth Quince
To new paths.
Into our lands he came, seeking peace and trying,
To find and forge his way.
Our pack he found
And dug his roots to ground
Memory waits
Beyond these gaits
And to this we firmly hold
Quince, as part of our fold your tale will be told.”

She would dip her head to him and plant her paw in the earth before settling back. Yes he didn’t know it but his memory would soon return north with her.

*Rook He again would stamp his paws to the beckoning of the song put forth by those that both knew and did not know Quince. Certainly, none knew him as well as they’d like, himself included. When those who came forward offered tale, token, and sentiment, he found himself getting snippets of what he wished more of: the lad’s continuing tale. He could speak of Quince’s speed and ingenuity in the spar, the undiminished light that springs forth from the courage of the young in the face of grave danger, that demonstrable sense of immortality garnered by the resilience of a life lived well. That and more was embodied He just wished there was more of that…like a good whiskey that lingered on everything except for in the glass he wished was a bit fuller. Rook simply couldn’t speak. His injuries were prohibitive enough that he could but rasp a few words at at time. There were but a few words he could say that meant enough closure to him, and he’d wait for his sister before he approached the forever resting frame of Quince “To Lore…I now…commit you” His voice was strained, but he spoke with enough conviction to sound a facsimile of himself. It needn’t be heard by any save himself and those that would steward Quince on in whatever way they could.

*Kova he would dip her head and stomp her paw to Leora’s words and token. “A true honor.” she said softly before turning to Cairdeas. When the young wolf approached and offered his token, she gave a nod and light stomp of her paw. “A fine token.” her nose dipped before looking to the pebble then to Quince’s frame. Her gaze fell to her mate as he approached Quince’s frame and spoke in reverence to him, and him alone. She gently dipped her head and allowed the moment to pass with it’s respect. She would rise up and walk over to Quince’s frame. The pine branches beneath him served as a perfect stretcher to help secure him on top and slide him to the hole. She would look towards Fianna, their Beta. “Fianna, please help me see our fallen member into the earth.”

*Fianna would rise without a word and pad forth to stand beside Kova and Quince, ready to bear the burden and ease Quince to nourish the earth. She’d grab one side of the fashioned stretcher and when Kova was ready she would aid in pulling him to the hole her mate had created as his resting place, softly as she could sliding him and leaving the boughs with him there to rest.

*Leora she would look to the others gathered and to her brothers movement, her sisters song, and the tokens shared she felt her heartful for Quince. As Kova began the process of moving Quince to his final place, she would dip her head softly and wait to move her token with it. When Quince was put into the earth she’d gingerly pick up the bone and walk to Quince’s grave. Lowering the bone down, she’d gently place it upon Quince’s body before stepping back to her place.

*Calder he would watch Fianna and Kova gently lower Quince into the hole. When that was done he would rise up slowly and dip his head. He’d be there to help bury the brute if they needed the extra paws. For now, he kept his head low.

*Kova with Fianna’s help Quince would gently be lowered into the earth. Once he was gently placed down within, she would start to gently pull the unearthed soil back into the hole. Of course she’d allow Leora the moment and time to place her token within before she’d continue. If any others wished to place anything within, she would pause with the appropriate time to see it done before she proceeded until finally the hole would be re-covered.

 

 

 

Apr 07 2023
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Lore Night – April 7th, 2023

By Lore Night, RP

Lore Night  – April 7th, 2023

 

Hosted By Lore Master Rook

<Rook>
Enough wolves had gathered around the stone that his attention drew out from Leora and Fern. “Quite the crowd!” he’d chuff out and sweep a gold and amber-hued gaze across the small gathering. “Such a gathering ought to be an opportunity to share a tale or two, so how about it? Who wants to start us off with a tale, song, poem, or lyric?”
He’d let the tale of the concoction rest a moment while getting a night of lore underway.
Ophaelos
.ೃ࿐ His head would dip toward Fianna at the moment they pass each other, however, unlike her, he wouldn’t take a seat beside the gathered wolves. Instead, Ophaelos would end up seeking some sort of refuge in the shade of the Alpha stone, laying in the small shadow it cast from the sun’s glare. His head would settle on his paws as he releases a long breath, his eyes sweeping the fields once more as he tries to decipher if there might be anyone else running amok. His mentor said to stick close to the clearing, but that was days ago… where was she? *ೃ༄
Fern
Fern gave a soft nod, appreciative of the little info Rook gave both her and Leora about the mystery herb and berry. But her attention was taken away from the gathered group as well when Kova and who she knew as Tide approached the stone. Once Rook officially proposed something of a Lore Night, her tail began to pick up pace! “I want to hear the one about the metal birds..” She whispered to Leora with a giggle. Now, settling herself into her spot to prepare for a plethora of stories and tales, some she hoped to be about the trip Rook, Fianna, and the missing Saskia went on. They must have tons of things to share
Leora
she would look to her sister then brother and to the mention of the berries, she would comitt it to memory, and when the Lore Night was called, she would eagerly weave her tail! Oh how eager her eyes drifted to the wolves who approached. Who would share? She had her own mind on a story. When Fern would offer a suggestion, she gave a nod and grin. Perhaps tonight she would!

Kova
as she came into the clearing from the eastern woods she would hear her courts call for a Lore Night. She swung her tail happily behind her and would usher herself forward to the gathered where she would seat herself near him and the rest. She would perk her ears to see who would be the first to share?

Leora
as all seemed to fall silent, she would look to Fern for a moment then looked to her brother and waved her tail. She rose up to all fours and chuffed.
“Brother, I have a story. A story from Mama I wanna share.”
Rook
Rook would just about be ready to offer his own before Leora stepped forward. Rook would chuff in turn and beckon the young fae forward before he stepped aside to listen with the others.
Ophaelos
.ೃ࿐ As Ophaelos basks in the shade, his head would pick up from his paws at the mention of Lore Night. He’d only barely caught it between the mingling conversations only some distance away from him, but considering how the pack begins to gather, it appears that it wasn’t just a casual mention in their topic of the current conversation. Subtly, the brute would raise from his position on the snowy ground to come closer to the group to listen. He didn’t have much to share for Lore Night, so he’d stick to being a quiet observer for now, offering a chuff and a dip of his head if the gathered wolves noticed his presence. If not, he’d lower himself upon his haunches to listen carefully to their stories. The clearing seemed rather empty, and the brute would wonder if anyone else in the pack would gather to listen. The last and first Lore Night he participated in was full of now-familiar faces, though many of them were missing currently. *ೃ༄

Leora Shares A Story

She would look to Fern for a moment, then back to her brother and sister. She swung her tail and would clear her throat just a little before offering. “I have a little story to share. One from Mama.”

Her light hues would fall between the wolves who where gathered as she would stand up between them. She’d begin by simply stating. “Imagine big silver birds in the air!” she would seat herself then gather some snow and toss a few bits here and there. “Their wings so strong that it could push all the snow out of the way and reveal the brown earth below.” she’d make more “Whooshing” motions with her paws as she did her best to mimic her mother when she first recounted the tale.

“Such a bird had come to the original territory, long ago, when my great grandmother was Alpha.” she turned to the others as she would sweep their gazes. “A quiet afternoon befell the wolves of the pack long ago. A wolf would not find anything unusual about this day. Each going about their own, until suddenly in the great distance a speck in the sky. It grew closer… and closer…. ” she wiggled her toes into the snow.

“and it became clear it was a flying silver bird, with noise and sounds never heard by our kind. It’s metallic body glistened in the sun, so much so it could blind a wolf!”

She kept her toes in the snow and would wait for the right moment. “The noise was droning, loud, and hard on the wolves ears. Awe… and excitement would befall those who witnessed it. But that joy would be short lived for when they looked up, and the big silver bird was overhead, it kicked up the very earth! Whirling and blinding both sight and sound!” she would then kick up some snow in a volley towards each wolf present.

She bark and yapped like the wolves who where excited, but then ducked downwards to avoid the snow flakes now falling. “Mama said that one day they came back and took many wolves. That -they- took them. To always be alert of things not just from the ground, but the sky, to.” she huffed and reclined on her haunches, peering to Fianna and Rook. “The rest of the story was not given to me while mama was here.”

 

Shakira The Huntress had found herself meandering within the dividing trees between the Clearing and the Hunting Grounds after her rounds about the Hunting Grounds, having carefully checked the bordering trees to ensure all was sound. As she wandered, she would perhaps take note of quite a few scents as they lingered within the Clearing. Had a meeting been called? Or perhaps just happenstance of various others gathered for the sake of gathering? Either or, she would turn her course to lead into the Clearing from the south east and towards the heart of the Clearing, a fair bit of distance to cover though soon she would catch many more scents and even soft voices on the breeze.
Fianna had perhaps lapsed into a bit too much silence and her moment to present Rook with the gift passed her by for now. She remained there alongside them all, listening as Leora would launch into a tale, a tale she would keenly listen to for she longed for more memories of their mother.
When Ophaelos would be drawn closer, she’d send him a canine smile and gesture for him to come closer still of he wanted. This lore night seemed to be the cozy sort. Where was her mate? Her pups? She wondered.
Fianna would be drawn into Leora’s tale. Immediately her mind was drawn to the big bird like carcass to the north they had found, was the one in the tale like that – only alive? They took wolves? She was even more glad the one they had so innocently padded around had been dead.
Kova to Leora’s tale, she would swing her tail ever so softly and would duck her head enough to avoid some snowflakes, but not all. She’d chuckle and admire her weaving before giving a light press of her paw.
“A curious and insightful bit of history, Leora. Thank you for sharing.” she’d offer firstly then turn to the Lore Master then to the others. She to would recount the silver metal objects from them to the north. She was more curious to know more of the details of the silver bird and what happened after it soared over their clearing. Lore that might be lost to time itself.
Her attention would be withdrawn again as Ophaelos would come into view, to whom she nodded and as well to Shakira. To her, she’d offer a greeting and welcome to gather.
Fern’s tail swished and swayed once she realized Leora had taken her suggestion, as she was very eager to hear that story. Her eyes lit up in an animated way while Leora told the tale with much so much emotion and ‘pizazz~*. Fern was placed right in the splash zone for snow flake flurries, but she let them come all they want!
She couldn’t imagine what the wolves from that time must have thought, seeing a bird so bright and silvery like she described! Did the bird just scoop them up off of the ground as if it was fishing in the water? How odd! Once the story was finished she would give a soft yip and a stop of her paw for the light fae. “What an amazing tale! And you tell it so well.” She smiled while her tail was beginning to settle, waiting for the next wolf to tell their story.
Rook didn’t miss Fianna’s entrance, nor the strange yet familiar object in her grasp. He hadn’t missed Ophaelos’ entrance before the start of the sharing of lore; being occupied was simply that, and sharing of a tale before lore night had kept him focused on the two fae’s that had asked such to be shared. More wolves seemed to enter the fray, and he’d dip his nose to all before listening to the rest of his sister’s tale.
Rook would give a firm stomp of his paw to the snow for a rather terror-inducing tale of the silver-winged monstrosities he had seen out in the wilds beyond this bubble. Had Kokuro been present, he’d likely had added to such a tale…his brother was not and only those alive during that time had the full tale to share.
“Silver winged creatures like that do exist, but it has been some time since we’ve seen one in the sky. They are as dangerous as young Leora says…A spooky start to tonight’s festivities! Who else has something to share?”
Shakira As she would spot the sizeable gathering surrounding the Rock as she drew near, she would quicken her pace to close the distance in short time, finding a spot near the back she would likely catch only the last bits of Leoras tale. Who was ‘they’, she wondered. Did she mean the wolves that had nearly snatched her? A curious and sympathetic tilt of her head was given and as well a light huff of encouragement for the she-wolf to offer a tale even if she hadn’t heard its entirety. Looking to the gathered, she would would wonder and even guess that with the open speaking it was likely a Lore Night underway, the atmosphere still structured though more relaxed than a Pack Meeting. She would wait patiently for the next story weilder to speak.
Leora her eyes where bright and curious, to. Each of their reactions she’d swing her tail to. She would paw the snow lightly again before looking to Fern.
“Mama didn’t say more then that, but warned of other dangers that came from far away places on wings.” she looked between her brother and sister then to the others. “I think and hope they are long gone!” she huffed, pawing the snows again. She knew not of the world left behind by the two-leggers to the far North, but inwardly she hoped they would be gone to. When her brother called for more to share, she would recline back and look now with eager eyes to those who would share.
Ophaelos .ೃ࿐ The brute wouldn’t miss the invitations to join the pack. He had closed much of the distance off between him and the others, but would raise once more to come closer once looks were exchanged with him. He’d keep quiet, offering a polite smile to each before settling closer nearby. Ophaelos wouldn’t speak much and his focused and inquisitive expression would likely give off the impression that he was too absorbed in listening to everyone rather than putting in his own two cents. Leora’s tale would be quite intriguing, and his tail would sway in the snow behind him with interest at the mention of her mother, whom he gathered was Atraya, and the ominous mention of them. Does them refer to the band of wolves the pack encountered earlier?… *ೃ༄
Calder moments more would pass before he would break into the clearing from the ancient forest, from the north eastern side. There he’d look about the gathered few on the distance and see they where rather close in conversation. Had he missed a calling of some kind? Swiftly he moved to close the distance.
Rook would dip his nose to Fianna and the extension of her tale before once more taking his place among the listeners. He wondered where the fourth verse bearer was, but there was plenty more night to be had.
Shakira She would look to the gathered as they seemed to fall silent for a short time before her ears would perk to Fiannas voice, a brief thump of her tail would be had as her eyes landed on her midsection as if expecting a substantial change so early, a small smile curling her lips as she was eager to hear more tales to come.

Fianna Shares A Story

Fianna
Well… Saskia wasn’t here and Fianna didn’t think the tale could rightfully be told in full without the 4th verse bearer, but.. Perhaps some sharing of the trip there? She would clear her throat and rise tail swaying.
“My sister share’s a tale in method that shows she has been taking tips from the Lore Master himself.. I have a tale of journey to share, but only in part, for I see things through only one lense, and that is my own. Often times a single story is best heard multiple times and by different wolves, for knew lore can be gained by each…”
She settled onto her haunches and thought back. “My tale, I will keep fairly brief….
“It was a dark and stormy night, a storm blew from whence I know not – where do storms come from? That answer I cannot give you but this storm held an anger. From my place nestled within the clearing’s fold, tucked ‘neath a bush, I slumbered but lightly, when ‘LO! A mighty ROAAR split the night, rending even the storm in two it seemed and with the tremendous sound – the very earth beneath my paws seemed to shudder.” Fianna looked around having lifted her hackles and made herself look bushy and scary for a moment during the exciting part, then smoothed herself and cleared her throat.
“After finding our wise alphess, and learned Lore Master, it was soon decided a search for the roar and trembling’s origins must be sought – or at the very least, knowledge about it.” Fianna thought this tale might be better told as a round robin, and paused to look at Rook with bright hues.
“And so our expedition was born.. layer upon layer our journey west was begun and sought, up a scarred mountain, to the very spine of the world it would seem, to where we had a bird’s eye view of the lands beyond.. and there – THERE – a light. It seemed to flicker and hover where no light should be…”
She wouldn’t tell all of it, she couldn’t yet, but a taste was given and she would seek to find a satisfying and yet mysterious place to end it..
“The light beckoned us, mystifying bright, flame but not flame, star but not in the skies.. What was it? Was it from them? Had the great rumble caused it? Often from just asking questions, great discoveries, and greater journey’s are born.” Fianna would nose Leora to make sure she’d not been too scary.
“The next morning – the light was gone. But we remembered where it had come from and off we went, journeying across the spine, with almost no mishap. But you see we are unscathed, and so said mishap needn’t be the focus of this tale. On the far side.. around the horn of the mountain, there.. there is where the light must have come from. Rook, Saskia, And I bravely set forth and behold – dwelling places unlike any we had seen before rose into the sky, dark and torn asunder – but from what?” She looked around, meeting gazes. “And beyond these.. in the distance as if set apart for a very specific purpose – was and eye, towering and strange, held in place by stone and not stone and looking west – over these very lands it seemed. We crept closer.. closer! Nothing seemed amiss but all the strangeness our eyes beheld. No light still… just as a paw reached the etched stone pathway that led up to the eye – the eye shone with a brilliant glow, casting shadow and light both. And somehow.. it still didn’t seem to see.”
She huffed a breath, seeming to settle back with a sly smile. She’d leave it there for now.
Leora
she would look to her sister and when she began her tale, she would scoot in a little closer. Her eyes bright, wide and curious. When she would extenuate her words and tones, conveying the loud boom, she yiped and jumped back some. Fianna looked fierce and scared. She would give a low whine but pulled her ears forward when the tale of their journey began shortly after.
The mention of a light she would cast her eyes beyond all the others. Could she see it here?? Where was the light? She peered up and over the other wolves a moment more before looking back to Fianna then to Rook. She was eager to hear more of their adventure and what they found.
Kova
she would look to Fianna and when she began to weave the tale, she would as well lean in to listen intently. Carefully. The details struck her true and well, and she would wish for more of it to be told. She knew in time it would, but how curious she was to know of their venture, in detail.
Rook
would catch the glimpse and shifting gaze of Leora as Fianna spoke her part of the westward tale. This part was slightly spooky as was inherent of the task they took upon themselves, but Rook would smile lightly at his littlest sister so as to assure her that nothing was indeed coming to get her.
Rook would wonder what Saskia’s part of the tale would be, and so would hesitate to give his own part of the tale. “From the roar of a fallen mountain, the spine of a treacherous mountain’s saddle, and to the cusp of an ever-opened eye that awoke but did not see wolves in the night…Well spoken and well heard, Fianna” Rook would offer as he once more took his spot in front to see who else might wish to share a tale. Would there be a continuation of such a tale, or would they brach off for the time being into calmer waters of this metaphoric river?
Calder
he would break for the gathered wolves, moving with a stillness but a silence that hopefully would convey his respectful approach. He could tell something was happening and heard the end thralls of tone from Fianna’s words. A story shared. He would swiftly come to the others, and say nothing but seat himself nearby. He didn’t want to interrupt.
Leora
she would look with big eyes at the mention of their venture across mountains and spines. When reassurance was offered by her brother and sister, she would keep her eyes focused. The story unfolded and the details offered. Oh, how she wanted to go venture with them to the west! She wanted to see the light, to! Maybe it was kinda like hers.
When her sister finished and her brother added, she gave a swing of her tail. “What a wonderful story, Fianna! I can’t wait to hear more of it.” she turned to her brother as he added his own parts to it, and gruuued.
Saskia
The brown fae strode into the clearing at the promise of a gathering – by scent alone, of course. Her gaze swept the expanse and in no time they found what scent put to mind. Who would be gathered tonight, and for why, Saskia wondered. Her paws made quick strides to reach the circle, and she would hum softly as she reached it with her tail swaying slowly behind her.
“My, my – what do we have here?” She’d ask, her voice holding amusement. It didn’t seem like a meeting, but perhaps she was mistaken? She’d find her place… where would she sit? Ah – her spirit mother! Was there a place alongside the older fae? Likely not, as Calder and another probably took the placement long before she arrived. The question is – would they allow her a spot at the table? What had she missed?
Ophaelos
.ೃ࿐ Ophaelos would listen intently to the stories being shared. He hadn’t heard much about this journey the trio had together, the only bits and pieces heard and seen is the amulet that Saskia showed him. He expected his mentor to share more about her journey with him, but time seems to escape them. Because of this, Ophaelos would tilt his head up as he listens to Fianna, an observative gaze swayed upon her as she tells her stories. How peculiar—an eye that cannot see… one would love to be a fly on the wall to witness what they may have.
A glance would be thrown at Saskia as she approaches, though his gaze would wander slightly behind and around where the fae came from. It seemed she approached alone, and that this lore night would remain cozy. Politeness would be shared, however, with a chuff and a dip of his head, though his eyes would wander back to Fianna, wondering if she had more yarn to spin this tale with herself, or if the other two would put their two cents in as well. *ೃ༄
Shakira
As Fianna told the story with similar theatrics as her siblings, she couldn’t help but give a soft chuckle at their similarities and storytelling expertise. As the tale drew on, she would feel herself seem to get sucked into it as if she were living it over alongside Fianna from her vantage, and then from Rooks as he offered his own of their voyage, her features shifting and ears drooping or perking in time with their intertwined words until the tale stopped abruptly. A sense of a missing end would seem to linger until it seemed the third and last of the trio that had ventured west joined the gathering, a silent dip of her head would be given to any other who would join as even with the more relaxed setting she wouldn’t break her own customs, waiting silently and patiently for any other stories to come.

Azalia Shares A Poem

Kova she would look between the gathered and those who’ve appeared as well. She would be eager to hear another story from another of those gathered. Curious what more threads where yet to be woven.
Rook would chuff to and to her entry into the Lore Night festivities. He wondered just what the fae would offer herself but was also curious as to who else had something to share. “You come at the tail-end of tale offered by Fianna, leaving us on the threshold of an eye that peered east and into the void but never saw wolf below. Would you offer us a tale to continue, or shall I offer something to fill in the space? Or…has anyone else something they wish to offer?”
Fianna Fianna would welcome her spirit daughter with a fond nosing and a quick lick to her ruff and an eye cast over her to make sure all was well, – all in a quick moment. She settled more fully now that her part was told and she would cast her eye to see Calder too, nosing him if he was nearby? She caught Ophaelos’ lingering gaze, as well as Shakira’s inquisitive one to her frame, and she’d just feel an inward smile that cast from her eyes. Time would tell on both accounts.
Fern listened to the story Fianna gave with eager ears and when she finished she would offer a well deserved paw stomp! It was probably going to be a long while that she will hear the many tales the trio had to offer, and she would not get bored!- Speaking of the trio! Maybe she would notice Saskia’s approach? She gave her a warm chuff in turn and looked to her with hopeful eyes that she might tell her own story of the journey west, but for now she was now content with what Rook had to offer next!
Calder he would’ve seated himself beside Fianna and listened to the stories shared of their venture. He was eager to know of those details and of what lay ahead for them and in the future.
Fianna would settle against Calder, excited to hear Rook’s tale and enjoying the scent and warmth of pack gathered close. Fur on every side, close and cozy like.
Loumacy the bush wolf made headway from the obstacle course to the clearing as the scent of many wolves lingered in the air, as she reached the tree line she gave a chuff and headed towards the group giving a yawn. At first she went to approach her mentor, Fianna, but seeing Calder slinked the opposite direction settle next to someone else who didn’t want to eat her alive.

Rook Shares A Story

would close his eyes as if to see a painting laid bare only on the canvass upon the back of his lids. There, he’d see darkness outstretched and shown in hues of black before a sightless sight like ink upon ichor. With eyes still closed, Rook would draw to all four paws and whisper in a voice still audible to those around him “Darkness, my kin, not too unlike the space before a dream. It’s cold here, friends, but such depth and void holds promise of something…more.”

“ALIGHT and AWAKE!!” Rook roared in such stark contrast that not only was his voice the dichotomy but also the stillness of his frame gave way to a twisting, spinning motion that flung as much snow from his paws as possible; this snow born aloft was not a wave but a glitter of a thousand million points of brilliant white light…and Rook’s eyes would open–one gold and one amber. “Awake and be seen…awake and be heard.” Rook’s voice quelled to a narrative tone, and his body completed just one spin before he stepped out and beside the spiral design such a motion made in the snow.

“Memory is a fickle thing. The hues and tones of its recall are a veil through which we view things that happened afterwards, a filtered lens through which the past is relived…and yet, we see it in our eyes, we feel it in hearts, and we hear it in our minds. See the lights as they race and fall beside you, hear the wind of a breathless void, and feel the thrum of your passage as you race into the arm of spiraling light.” Rook would say this as he looked for a wayward and manageable stone next to the Alpha’s rock. He’d take hold of it and begin to clear the snow canvas, smoothing over where a once spiral was drawn. He’d begin making a circle of sorts and within it such an odd design that even he and this story could tell nothing of. Once the design was complete, Rook placed the stone beside it.

*”In the time of their youth and pride the Mean Oíche, the sons of the northern midnight, suffered no sky above them. They were the voice of the Earth, unchained by the limits of the horizon and of the great circle above. The sons of the Mean Oíche were born of the stones of the earth in a time where the great fires were absent from the eastern and western horizon. Such was a time before the great wolven stars lit the night sky, where the legends unfurled its tapestry and there secured a place for the migration of the seasons.”

Rook began to inch closer to the stone he had placed beside the circle and began to speak with great anticipation in his voice, drawing upon a tension that he built with the mirror of tension in his frame. “Until, that is upon one night a twinned golden light began to shine in the distant cool ponds of Loch Oíche…until the thrum of a song coursed through sightless sight and fell and fell…and…” Here, Rook took hold of the stone into his mouth and with a whip-like motion throw the stone down into the circle, destroying what image he made. “CRASHED down upon the lands of the Mean Oíche and upon lands to the east. ” Rook would look to his drawing destroyed and a rock that had cleaved in two upon impact with hardened earth beneath snow.

“I have told this story from the perspective of a wolf…from the perspective of the son’s of the Mean Oíche who raced after one of the golden, fallen twins only to find faes of argent beauty in a valley now long lost to furthered story and tale. I have spoken before of how this union forged the creation of my…of our kin in the union of starfall and earth, but now you know it from the veiled perspective of a fallen song; for some distance eastward the golden vale began to grow from a song fallen from ink upon ichor.”

Leora she would turn to her brother as he began to weave the story. Her eyes where light and bright, just like the distant golden aura from a far away land. A destination to reach. To know. Her gaze would not leave her brothers, and to his change in tone and voice, she’d jump back just a little but swiftly settle once he began in his narrative tones. She wondered, quietly, about the light in the dark pond. Her mind would dwell upon the hidden lake and the dark surface it held and had. What she saw within. Oh how curious she was to know more! This was a bit of their past, a bit of their story, and how intricate it was to be shared and had by others. “Wow brother!” her eyes didn’t leave his as she held that same brightness, just like the light to fall into the pond of Loch Oiche. Her paws would make a few stomping motions in delight.”I want to see such a light!” she’d call out as if this was a thing to be in the physical sense.
Loumacy took in the stories as she went to settle down as far from Calder a she could get while still maintaining physical contact with pack members. Her ears perked to the story Leora told, but honestly the femme seemed happy to just lay with the others and let the stories carry her away.

Fianna would take note of Loumacy’s arrival. She had found the fae after she’d run and explained Calder’s apology, but she couldn’t force trust back upon the fae, Nae she would have to find it for herself, and perhaps it wouldn’t happen right away. For now she would remain steadfast at her mate’s side, drawn into her brother’s telling of tale, and in her minds eye she saw the drawings from the strange material she’d found, the shooting star not star… Was that how her mother’s Kin came to be? She’d heard a similar tale from her father of course, but she’d known or seen as much as she had now, and the thought was no less grand. She feel her heart beat and thrum as she looked up to search for Loch Oíche, rising to settle by Leora, shoulder to shoulder as she shared in her sister’s awe.

“Yes, it would amazing to see such a sight – to follow it and find the fae’s of Lore!” She said softly.

Mystic Rain ears perk up at the origine story of the mean oìche her uncle is an awesome story teller, suddenly she sits a little straighter for this is part of Her past H er history. One whose existence she never even suspected. So much having been lost. Due to circumstance. Would there be others beyond her birthpack and this one ? Why not. Things can get lost so easily. Paying very close attention she tries to memorize it all even she’ll never be able to reproduce it. She wants to remember.

Kova she would listen intently to the story woven by the Lore Master and her court. Admiration in her hues would follow the motions of his words. To each pitch and note, she’d react in kind. Her gaze fell momentarily to the others as Loumacy appeared, before her eyes would fall back to her court as she would be brought back in.

Often she thought about their story, about the vale and how it might’ve come to be or had come to light and his story would uncover a great deal in her mind. She would linger a little upon the faes of argent light. Those who had captured the stone hued frames of the son’s of Mean Oiche.

To the tale’s end she would let loose a few stomps of her paw as well before giving off a deepened chuff.

“Well spun and well told, Lore Master.” her tail ushered a wave and to Fianna’s inquiry, she would nod in agreement. What a quest indeed.

Calder to the tale told, he’d give a sure nod of his head and a stomp of his paw. How intricate and woven the stories where here. It would cause him to even think on any he could recall growing up.

When Fianna shifted, he would nose her lightly before looking back too the gathered. Fine stories shared thus far, and he’d be eager to see anymore.

Rook would dip his nose to his court and sisters. Again, the Lore Master only told part of the story; he hadn’t told of the felled golden tree in the observatory’s atrium that induced such a dream for the trio…nor did he tell of the disembodied voices of those scientists speaking in such earnest about their cosmic discovery…such things were even outside his perspective. For now, he’d wait and see if any other wanted to speak and carry them along different waters.

Kova  she would brush her nose along her courts shoulder as she had seated herself beside him. She took note of the others who gathered and smiled in kind to their presence. Welcoming them to the group before turning to see if any others desired to share.

Fianna would stamp her paw to her brother’s tale, and glance around her to the other’s. If Lou looked their way at all, her eyes would be warm and inviting, her tail beckoning should the fae find any courage. She’d spot Tide too, and if she could reach the fae, she’d give her noggin a nuzzle and lick

Loumacy lay across the blanket of snow, amber eyes looking far and distant, not looking at anyone in paticular but her ears still perked and twitched and rotated like radars to sounds both near and far, real and seemingly unreal, occasionally settling on the lore to be told. She seemed a bit out of it, but was trying to be present atleast physically. Some days were better than others, today seemed one for the worse in regards to her psychosis.

Ophaelos  .ೃ࿐ The brute would tilt his head as he listens to Rook’s tale, adding further to the layers of the story. When Fianna would stamp her paw, he would too—mostly out of habit, perhaps. There was a large amount of thoughtfulness in his gaze as he looked over everyone, curious of what they, too, felt about the tale. If he were honest, he was sort of jealous of the trio. A seasoned traveler such as himself has seen plenty of sights, some of them being unbelievable and bizarre, and others simply breathtaking. From the way they describe their journey, Ophaelos can’t help but feel a mixture of all of the above. But, considering his explorative nature, one couldn’t help but be envious of their travel. What a sight to behold, and what a burden to bear, being a verse-haver and all… his eyes would find Saskia’s dark frame, his gaze thoughtful and curious all the same. What weight did these three carry, and what does it mean to bare their verses? Questions o’plenty, all to be reserved until he can get some time with her . *ೃ༄

Rook The extended silence would be as much a sign as any that the time to share story, Lore, and song had ended at least for now. “Well, I think that concludes tonight’s Lore Night then. We may have a few added tales here and there as the night progresses, but I will not keep you” Rook would stamp his paw to the snowy ground below and make to depart from the gathered few and find a spot nearer the river to the north.