A Fresh Start

[Yasian]

Two years is a long time...

Foggy green light filtered through the dense forest canopy, the sound of raindrops gently drumming on leaves resonating between the trees. Soft snow covered the leaf litter that remained from autumn, showing the tracks of several small animals that had gone in search of shelter.

Paws lightly brushed the powder as a form moved westward. The brute felt like a traitor returning in shadows like this, but he wasn't certain what he was returning to. Each step was marked with anticipation and an edge of fear, leaving the faintest mark. Murky orbs glanced warily from left to right, a lot could change in so many seasons; and he didn't know how safe these lands were anymore.

An unexpected hush fell as the breeze and rain died down, causing the wolf to stop. He wasn't certain, but he thought he recognized a new scent on the air, it was faint, but when he raised his maw higher he caught it again. Running water.

Yasian started to move again, with more purpose now. He had certainly grown since he'd left, both mentally and physically. Many streaks of grey now lined his pelt, and his face bore the mature confidence of an adult wolf. That was what he was now, more than the mere passionate fool he'd been so long ago. He also knew it was time to settle down if he ever had hope of joining a pack, or else he'd have to live out his remaining days as a loner.

The trees were thinning now, and the air grew heavier with the scent, sending shivers down Yasian's spine as a small river came into view. The water was indeed running, with snow lining the banks, leaving the rivulet clear and undisturbed. Another light scent wafted into his nares, which evoked feelings of longing and hope.

It was the smell of a pack's territory, but it was far too subtle to be anything but a memory. He knew three packs had resided in these lands when he had left, but this one at least had fallen apart during his absence. He grew alert again, but his thirst soon got the better of him.

Walking to the water he peered at his reflection, nodding gravely and tilting his head to the left as he contemplated. He really had become a different being. It was as though his change of heart had become such a part of him it showed in physical appearance. Briefly he lapped the liquid, letting the chilled, pure water slide down his throat. A bitter smile graced his lips, wondering if those he'd met during his short time here still existed- or if they remembered him. Yasian hadn't enjoyed leaving; but it had been necessary at the time.

He shook his head, clearing his mind, ready to continue. Then a thought struck him like a scratch to his side. He had considered joining a light pack, when he was with his mate, but things had changed. He aligned himself amongst the neutral now, although packs of that persuasion were difficult to come by. A real smile graced his features now, thoughts of a fresh start in his mind.

He could start his own pack: here, where ancestors of old had resided, and truly start anew. He would forge a new life, as an Alpha, and he could find those like himself. He would be moving on and returning all at once. It was perfect.

Feelings of grandeur aside; his cynical mind told him, it was a big commitment. Yasian's mind had been made up, however, and it was from the feeling of epiphany he let out a howl that seemed to shake the foundations of the trees, raw emotion flooding the air.

Gradually the noise died away, and Yasian felt a feeling of satisfaction in his act. He stepped over the rivulet onto the packland, his packland, plans of exploration on his mind.

'I wonder who will be first to greet me at these borders, friend or foe?' he mused, disappearing deeper between the trees until all that was left were his indistinct tracks and the final echoes of his howl...

[Vrailet~]

(OOC: Jeez, English geek much? xD Jokes. Your awesome at roleplay, I was genuinely moved haha.)



Vrailet's head jerked up from staring blankly at the freshly fallen snow beneath her to the dazzling light of the rising sun, casting its warming rays onto her chilled frame and outlining her freezing breath against the lush green of the forest to the North.
Vrailet was completely exhausted. Her fur was dull and lay flat on her skinny body; only rippling slightly as the harsh wind raked along her spine. Her paw steps weary from lack of sleep but also with loneliness. She had not seen a single wolf since starting out from her home 6 months ago and the lack of company was taking its toll on her. Snow clung around her maw and on the thick fur of her tail, weighting her down considerably.
The howl, that had plucked out of her thoughts so suddenly, faded away and Vrailet was desperately disappointed; how was she supposed to approach this unknown wolf? He was obviously calling to make a pack of his own but Vrailet only knew this because of an ancient instinct that stirred inside of her like a butterfly testing its new wings at the start of spring. As she had only ever lived with her mother, Vrailet's social skills were basically non-existent and the courtesy's that are the building blocks of pack life didn't mean anything to the young Fae.
Vrailet sprang forward, hope and anticipation fueling her tired muscles. She glided across the snow, joy making her strides long and soon she was at the edge of the forest she had located the howl to originate from. Looking up, the trees seemed huge and intimidating, almost causing her to turn back. Finally she stepped into the woods, stray raindrops from the previous shower dripped eerily in the darkness as Vrailet slunk further into the undergrowth. After a while, the Fae noticed her scent clinging to some nearby ferns. She followed her own musky smell back the way she'd come but because she was not used to interpreting the unusual smells of the forest her mind became clouded.
The mid-day light peeping through the treetops found Vrailet hopelessly lost and beginning to panic.
"Stay calm" she growled quietly to herself, a frequent habit of hers. "This forest has got to end somewhere and the brute that called before has to be around here somewhere.." The brush either side of her rustled menacingly. Vrailet was working herself up into a frenzy, her thoughts tumbling inside her skull and her eyes darting from side to side. Without anymore thought for her safety or joining a pack she put on a spurt of speed and started to weave through the tree's, desperately looking for a way out.
Whimpering and snarling the she-wolf ran faster and faster, the white of her eyes now showing in her panicked frenzy. All of a sudden, the trees parted to expose a small sunlit clearing padded with fresh snow. Vrailet loped into the center of the clearing her breath coming in short haggard gasps. Slumping down onto her side her head swimming, she closed her eyes miserably and curled into a tight ball.
"Idiot. Thats what you are, an idiot. You weren't lost at all. If you'd just stopped worrying and concentrated you wouldnt have ended up here more lost than ever. Fool" she scolded herself angrily. Heaving a huge sigh she lifted her muzzle to the sky and howled her anguish to the clouds above just as a light coating of snow started to fall from the heavens.
Without knowing, Vrailet had just alerted the Brute that had called seemingly, so long ago but unaware of this she lay her maw on her bushy tail and let herself fall into sleep, the snow already starting to cover her shivering form..

[Yasian]

((OOC: Speak for yourself, awesome detail! ;D))


Yasian didn't get far before he heard a great crashing from behind him. He pressed his ears against his head, the silence of his own thoughts broken. The noise had subsided now, but his interest had been aroused.

He stuck his body low to the ground, the snow clinging to his stomach. Gradually he sneaked his way through some bushes back to where he had been, sensitive ears trying to pinpoint where he had heard the racket come from.

He reached the clearing once more, and the crisp winter sun was now breaking through the trees, making the forest glisten with melt water. Through the branches Yasian could see the river, and another wolf nearby, eyes rolling in disorientation. The young, slender creature howled in a desperate fashion, quickly slumping into the snow and shivering.

Yasian was taken aback; he wasn't certain what he'd just been witness to. A million thoughts and feelings swirled in his head, overflowing and falling into a low hum as he regained control of himself.

The wolf had clearly been frightened, but why? The scent suggested it was a fae, but Yasian had been without company for so long he couldn't be sure. Assuming that, she was clearly not native to this land, as like Yasian her pelt was not of traditional colouring. Her reddish fur made her stand out like embers against the powder.

Still she didn't move. Yasian grew nervous. He could see her breath was easier now, but why was she here and what on earth had panicked her so? He didn't know how long he'd been hidden, but in his mind's eye he caught glimpses of a similar predicament he'd found a fox in two years ago. That had been due to poisoned water. Could it still be impure? He felt fine, but time changes so much Yasian couldn't contemplate assuming anything.

He gracefully walked up to her form, keeping an eye for an attack. He could sense no others present, so he approached the fae, lowering his maw to her aud to talk in a low tone.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" he still didn't know the alignment of the stranger, so he didn't feel like divulging too much straight away. He already knew not to get too involved early on.

His orbs kept a calm expression, and his stance was still confident, but he was careful not to be intimidating. Whatever had scared the child (for he could now see the she-wolf was a couple winters younger than him) could still be here...

[Vrailet~]

(Ack, sorry I took so long Haha, thaaankss Prepare for a badly written reply that doesnt make sense xD)


Vrailet was dead to the world. Sleep came instantly as soon as her head hit the snow. She wasn't warm or sheltered but Vrailet was glad for the rest anyway. Her heartbeat slowed and her breathing reverted to its normal pace as the snow continued to collect on Vrailet's thick fur. A voice echoed into her dreams, disturbing her rest abruptly. The Fae's eyes gently flickered open, her piercing orbs reflecting the sunlight whilst staring ahead and trying to concentrate on the creature above her.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" it said. A moment passed before Vrailet realized what exactly she was looking at.
A fully grown, mature white wolf now stood before her, looking down into her eyes with seeming interest. He looked to be quite a few winters older than her from the silver tinge on his maw. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green. She frowned. Didn't all wolves look the same? Her mother was a pleasing shade of greyblue with gold orbs that Vrailet had always admired. She considered herself to be ugly compared to her mother and hadnt had the time to stop and wonder about the appearance of your basic wolf. The young femme heaved herself to her paws and shook the snow from her pelt before darting to the other side of the clearing and turning to face the brute, ears back and tail bristling.
"Who are you and why are you such a strange colour?" she croaked. "I don't want any business with rouges or outcasts". Her voice had a brittle, nasal quality because of her months alone; she hadn't spoken to anyone other than herself and was out of practice. Vrailet stopped to consider the brute's build and a light of amusement appeared in her eye. He was of average size but his strength was blatantly obvious although Vrailet failed to noticed this important factor.
"Pfft I could beat him in a fight any day" she thought to herself. It was immature, yes, but Vrailet just didn't know how to deal with another wolf at all. Other animal species, herbs and survival techniques Vrailet could recite in an instant but it was this one area of expertise that she was lacking.
The Fae started to advance slowly with a swagger full of confidence and her head held high. Her eyes locked with his as she crouched down in the snow with her limbs tensed, ready to spring like a cat. With her fangs glistening Vrailet bunched her muscles beneath her and leaped the few paces between them easily before angling her shoulder blade to connect with the brute's left side. Vrailet rolled herself onto the snow and quickly regained her footing but now doubt clouded her mind-that simple manoeuvre had been hard. Maybe this wolf wasn't a push over as she had previously judged him to be.
As she was thinking this her tail swept between her legs in fear, her gaze fleeting around the clearing for a quick escape route...

(OOC: Jeez I haven't the imagination for this right now so just bear with me, kay? )

[Sonrisa]

[*Wipes away a tear* You guys so put my posts to crying shame. This is gonna kick Bumbling Along right where it hurts, I can see it now. *Sniffle*]

[Yasian]

((OOC: Definately not my best work, I don't think I covered much new ground. I am interested to see where this goes, though. )

When the fae opened her orbs they appeared a misty grey, quickly fading into a sharp, pale blue. They studied Yasian, rolling over his face in a way that made him feel uncomfortable. Her face knotted into confusion, eyes still focused on him.

He took a few steps back when the other wolf rose, relief and perplexity revolving around his mind. The wind picked up once more, ruffling the pelts of the two, snow starting to blanket the first traces of the fae's arrival. Clouds had blotted out the sun, leaving the clearing feeling cold, although the chill didn't reach Yasian's bones.

Suddenly the fae withdrew further away from him, eying him up again. Yasian kept his stance strong, despite his curiosity in this creature. She was very thin, and couldn't be far out of pup-hood, but her eyes seemed to be mature beyond her years, and their gaze put him on edge.

Her voice grated against his auds, much like her noisy arrival had done, and her words spoke of a bitter tone. Her remark caught Yasian off guard, and he didn't have a chance to respond before the fae made her next move.

A strange glint appeared in her eye, perhaps out of understanding, and she prepared herself to attack. Yasian frowned; she couldn't really be thinking of going for him, unless she truly was insane. He grew impatient when she walked toward him arrogantly, clearly not understanding who she was putting herself up against. He was of a larger build than her, and his frame was about an ear's length taller.

He smirked, again questioning the sanity of his opponent. Her orbs caught his, and he felt the full chill of her stare, biting like ice. Yasian remained calm, however, even as she bared her fangs as a sign of aggression. If it did come to a fight, it would be over quickly.

She carefully launched herself at him, not going for the jugular; it appeared, but rather his side. Yasian didn't move, amusement on his face as she glanced off his shoulder back into the snow. Pain did throb where she had hit him, but it was rapidly numbed by the snow.

Yasian noticed that the fae looked ready to flee, and he acted on impulse; speaking slowly, "I mean you no harm. I am Yasian, new alpha of these packlands of neutral alignment. It wouldn't be wise to bring this to a fight, but please don't run." He said, fighting the contempt in his voice, wondering about his unusual feeling of animosity aimed at this fae.

He kept motionless, keeping his gaze steady, expression as flat as his voice, waiting to see what the wolf did next. Whatever it was, Yasian was ready to either enter conversation or enter combat, as it wasn't safe to have insane rogues roaming. If she decided to run, well, he wouldn't give chase, but he would keep a look out.

'First impressions can be deceiving,' he mused, 'maybe this... being... can be reasoned with.'

[Vrailet~]

(OOC: S'alright. I'm kinda stuck anyway, I wasn't really intending for Vrailet to start a fight. I was verrryy tired last night, not really in an RP mood. Sorry this is so small but i'm meant to be doing coursework and my mum will kill me if she sees me not working :


Vrailet's mind was in turmoil. One part of her wanted to run but the other, on hearing Yasian mention 'packlands', wanted to stay and fulfill her mothers wish. Her shoulder was throbbing from where she had connected with Yasian's side. Why had she even tried that move at all? Now she looked at him, she felt herself growing hot from embarrassment under her fur even though she was dangerouly cold and close to passing out entirely. All of a sudden, her guilt consumed her. "Who would want me in their pack? Maybe pack-life isn't for me if I cant control my temper or even interact with a perfectly cordial wolf.." she thought, her teeth chattering noisily; spoiling the deathly silence in the clearing.
Her hackles rose once more as she glanced at him and saw his condescending expression of suppressed annoyance but because he didn't look like he was going to react aggressively, she stopped trying to be intimidating. Her heart contracted as she thought of how irrationally she had acted to this wolf without proper judgment; she would never had tried that approach a few months before. Vrailet felt like a pup as his words penetrated her skull and she sat down heavily in the snow, hanging her head in shame.
"My name is Vrailet." she said simply. "I am not from this land but I understand when you say you are neutral. I am of neutral alignment also and I owe you an apology. I am not used to this place....forgive me."
At this, she looked up her eyes pleading him to understand. She licked her lips and her eyes darted from his face to the snow, wondering if she should leave...

[Yasian]

((OOC: We all have off days. It's not too long, and don't worry about replying quickly, I can be patient. ))

Yasian studied Vrailet closely, unsure at her sudden change of stance. The snow fell noiselessly, and he was deep in thought, unsure of what to say when her dejected tone interrupted him.

A brief interlude of sunshine caught the powder, causing it to shine and fill the clearing with light. Yasian smiled sympathetically as the wolf lay down, his more compassionate nature becoming dominant once more.

Her words were toneless when she spoke again, and Yasian walked towards her again, more casually this time. Her blue eyes appeared warmer now, but he couldn't be sure if that was just the light. Then her crown lowered, and he noticed how tired she looked. He then lowered himself into the snow, eyes ever leaving her form.

He titled his head to the left, fascinated, frustrated and empathetic in equal measures by the fae's behaviour. He hadn't spoken to another wolf since the early autumn, a friendly loner who he had stayed with for a time, but Yasian was sure that they wouldn't survive the winter; their aged bones would soon give up on them.

Vrailet's composure assured Yasian that she wasn't insane, or poisoned by the water, and this just made him more curious about her still. He knew now was not the time, however, the fae was obviously in a fragile state, and he wanted to make sure she was fed before moving on. 'If she wants to move on.' his mind corrected him, as even though he was still wary and unsure of the stranger, she was of the same alignment, and his pack needed members.

"That is a good name," he stated, trying to get her to look at him, "Feel free to stay, at least the until the sun sets, truly I am the only member of the pack as it stands, and therefore you a very welcome to join, or move on if you so wish." he said matter-of-factly, his face honest and friendly.

[Vrailet~]

(OOC: Kay then


The breeze caressed the two wolves pelts as they lay together, an uneasy silence filling the clearing in contrast to the cheerfully bright rays of sunshine filtering through the thick clouds of snow. The smaller of the two seemed almost frozen with her maw directed at the snow, her eyes squeezed tightly shut like a newborn pup. The other seemed calm and controlled, the sunlight making his fur blindingly white and highlighting the lighter shades of green in his eyes.
The fae didn't need time to think about how she was going to answer. There was only one option for her. Even if she had wanted to move on there was nowhere for her to go and although she was tough, another few weeks with no food and continuous freezing snow; she probably wouldn't have lasted more than a month. She couldn't quite believe that this wolf was inviting her to join his newly founded pack even after she had humiliated herself by deciding to attack. "I shall have to make up for this incident, prove myself to be a good pack member and dedicate my life to the survival of those around me.." she thought happily.
A bird screeched and the wind died down completely just as Vrailet lifted her head and looked at Yasian, her eyes clear and accepting.
"Thank you Yasian. I'd like that, to stay and be part of a pack. I admire your generosity, if you were me I would have driven you away by now" she growled sheepishly, the hint of a smile flitting across her face for the first time since she had arrived in Crescent Howls. "I could learn a lot from you and it would be an honor to join ranks with a noble wolf such as yourself." she uttered in a low voice, dipping her head.
Vrailet, still shivering furiously, curled her tail around her form and tucked her paws underneath her chest, waiting for Yasians answer.

[Yasian]

((OOC: My shortest yet. ))

Vrailet spoke, honesty ringing in her voice. Yasian looked up to see a bird dive out of the sky, eyes likely on some mouse or other small creature. Orbs turning back to the fae Yasian noticed her awkward smile, and he was reminded of himself as a young pup, unsure of how to survive alone, wary of everything and sure of nothing. A strange mixture of pity and a desire to protect washed over him like waves on the shore, and he looked into her eyes, momentarily forgetting the snow and the clearing and everything else. He had his first companion, maybe this pack could last...

He shook his head, bringing himself round. He felt elated, a lopsided smile on his maw. "Thank you," he cleared his throat, thrown off by the fae's compliments, "Care to join me for a hunt?" he asked, looking at her slight frame, head thingyed to the side, waiting for her reply.

'I wonder if Fenris is smiling on me.' he contemplated, enjoying the sensation of the warm midday sun on his back, sky suddenly a dusty blue, clouds hanging on the fringes, promising to hold off until the evening. The powder had swiftly begun to melt, turning into slush under paw. It was still early winter yet, maybe they could still find decent prey without trekking too far, he was still eager to explore the unclaimed territory he had passed through during the night, and they'd need to find shelter for the coming darkness before another coating of snow fell.

[Vrailet~]

(OOC: Nah, its fine. Mine are getting smaller and smaller as well. There's only so many times you can describe the same thing eh x) haha)

Vrailet felt herself grow warmer as she saw the genuine delight on Yasian's face; he looked younger and free of burden. "Maybe one day that will be me..." she reflected in her own head. She studied Yasian's face again and decided she quite liked his lopsided smile and relaxed demeanor. Their eyes met and Vrailet was surprised by the emotions she recognized in his brilliant orbs. The fae was suddenly reminded of her mother and a stab of pain pierced the still gaping hole that Holara had left behind when she died in Vrailet's heart. She felt herself blush and pretended to examine the contours of the snow on the ground beside her.

"Sure!" she croaked too loudly and too suddenly, just realizing what he had said. "You better not mess this up Vrailet" she muttered under her breath.
Vrailet got to her paws and stretched, stiff with cold. She shook the snow from her fur and flexed her limbs, energy flowing through her body now that she had a purpose and a reason to live. Vrailet licked her lips with anticipation and trotted to the edge of the clearing, the tree's no longer intimidating now she had a companion. The forest looked welcoming as she gazed into its depths, inwardly laughing at herself for getting so scared hardly fifteen minutes ago. A few bedraggled leaves left over from autumn spiraled down to the snow covered floor creating almost no noise at all.
Vrailet's thoughts matched Yasian's as she contemplated the amount of prey that would be around at this time of year. Hunting would be hard taking into account Vrailet's current condition. She knew she had the strength but her stamina lacked its usual vigor. She would have to cope. Hunger clawed at her insides and her belly rumbled loudly as she thought of the life giving, tender flesh she would soon be sinking her fangs into with joy.
The young fae turned her head towards the white wolf and whined, eager to be off.

[Yasian]

((OOC: Do you want to start a thread in Ora Field or shall I? Love your christmassy sig by the way. ;D))

Vrailet's youthful exuberance made Yasian chuckle under his breath, once again reminding him of himself. He wasn't certain, but he had a vague idea of where the best hunting ground would be, perhaps they could find a lame deer that wouldn't require much energy to kill. Although the afternoon was far from late the brute could feel his mental tiredness seeping into his muscles. 'Age must finally be creeping up on me.' he thought wryly, trying hard not to fall into another nostalgic stupor.

He glided over to where she stood, looking down at her in an almost fatherly way. "Follow me, try not to get lost. Just say if you want to stop or if we're going too fast." his warm tone had fallen back into its natural pattern. He began walking back into the trees, the shade cooling his frame pleasantly. He stopped a few paw lengths away from Vrailet, turning to face her, beckoning her to follow by his side so they could continue their conversation as they walked.

'Hopefully we won't get there too swiftly.' he meditated, he was still curious of this strange fae, and he wanted to find out how she ended up here in such a strange fashion...

[Vrailet~]

(OOC: You can if you want, i'm not bothered either way. Aww thanks!! I was quite proud of it myself ;D)

Vrailet nodded and took one last look at the clearing in which she had officially became part of Yasian's pack. A smile danced across her maw as she shook her head and bound forward to catch up with the Brute that was her leader.

It took less than a second for Vrailet to revert to her usual traveling speed, a determined expression etched onto her face as her paws methodically placed one in front of the other at a constant loping pace. Eyes, sharp and cunning, scanning the world around her for danger and her nose ever scenting the breeze. This was what the fae had learned from a small age and she carried it out with surprising skill. Suddenly she stopped, her pupils dilating and the frown of concentration disappearing from her face. Vrailet realized maybe she was expected to follow Yasian and not her own skill and instincts. Quickly she slowed her pace and fell a step or two behind Yasian obediently. She cleared her throat, feeling self conscious now she had to rely on the Alpha's judgment and direction. Vrailet didn't know what to say, worried she would start rambling and look childish. Finally, she settled with just staring ahead, her gaze un-faltering and trying not to get distracted.
The sunlight pierced the thick canopy above making dappled shapes stream across the two wolves swift moving forms. Vrailets listless cinnamon fur seemed out of place in the green forest bursting with bird song after the rain and snow. Twigs snapped loudly under the fae's paws and brambles twined themselves into her pelt, making her growl quietly as she shook them off. Vrailet came to the conclusion that she didnt like forest and hoped where ever they were going, they would get there quickly.
Yasian seemed to be thinking, about what she hadnt the slightest idea but she guessed he might want to know about her past and journey to Crescent Howls...Vrailet frowned, thinking about how much she should tell him. Blurting out her life story would bore him, thats for sure but saying too little might make him suspicious. The fae didnt really wanted to talk about her mother incase she came across vunerable and unable to look after herself. A mental picture popped into Vrailet's head of her being told to leave the pack because she wasnt strong enough. She shook the thought from her mind and glanced at Yasian. He didnt seem like the sort of wolf to do that but maybe it was some sort of rule to cast out the weak and save the strong. Even if it wasnt, it made sense to Vrailet's more diplomatic and cunning nature.

[Rine //]

(Novel much? This is gonna mean a lot of reading. Mind if I join?)

(Hope you don't, 'cuz I'm joining anyway.Bahaha.)


Rine trotted through the snow, head up, eyes bright, and ears perky.
Officially, she was hunting, but all she really wanted was some time to herself.

After Tyrul had disappeared, her father's small family pack had slowly dissipated till it was just her and one of her remaining siblings. And then Charisse had had to fall in love with a brute from far away, and run off to live in his distant pack. They would not be meeting again.
Rine toted with the idea of searching for the rest of her family, but some switch in her had flipped - while she was once content as a mere member of a pack, she now realized that she had higher expectations...
But what would be the chance of that? Unless she found a pack that was still forming, that is, like she'd ever happen across one.

Her ears picked up the faint remainders of a howl. A pack!
Forget Alphena, she'd be happy just to have wolves to talk to again.

But the howl had come from a long way away, and even her young, well-fed legs couldn't get here there quickly in the half foot of snow covering the forest floor.

She resolved to head that way as quickly as she could and try to pick up the scent once she was close enough.


Rine bounded through the light snow, at peace with the world at last. The soft breeze - so rare in the forest - ruffled her fur, and blew towards the direction of the howl, as if guiding her onwards. If only Tyrul could see her now!


(Writted entirely on an iPod touch. Please pity me
Note - I mentioned somewhere in there about her aspirations to be Alphena. While I'll take the job if it's not filled already, and as long as nobody minds, I merely threw that in there as character developement. Make of it what you will )
(One more edit - after reading through, I realized that some of the words in there have been replaced by other, similair words. Blame the spellcheck function - it's a little funky. I'd turn it off nut it actually does catch most mistakes )

[Vrailet~]

((OOC: Um Rine, I think its best if you posted that in a new thread. I was just waiting on one of us to carry this thread on in the Ora Field. I think its allowed to have one character in two places at once so Yasian could reply to your post in a new thread aswell. It might make things alittle clearer and organised. Btw, Welcome!))