The cure has been found! Wolves on Anikira are recovering from the disease and life is moving forward with the promise of pups in many packs. And yet darkness looms on the horizon, daring the creatures of Anikira to relax and allow themselves to get comfortable once more.
Lorem, ipsum, dolor The sun was high in the sky when the brute emerged from his den site. His body was still recovering from his recent plunge into the water with Ophelia. Thankfully both of them had come out unharmed but it was a lesson learned for the brute. He had been foolish, had let himself get distracted, and had nearly cost himself and Ophelia their lives. He could hardly look at her without feeling an immense sense of guilt. He was just thankful that they had both made it, every hair and limb still in place. Today though was a new day and he was making his way across Kalas Mountains. Although the weather was warmer this particular portion of the terrain was a bit chillier than the rest. It was characteristically cold, but his thicker pelt provided him with the warmth that he needed. The sun still shone however and it provided a bit of warmth here and there as he moved. Occasionally he would step to mark the borders to be sure that their borders were good and strong. If he could assist his brother he would do so in any way possible and he figured this would be a good way to alleviate some of Arche’s stress. The icy terrain was littered with a series of caves here and there, some much smaller than he could ever think to fit in but others quite large and with ample room to support multiple wolves. But on this particular day Kujo was scavenging the land for any herbs he could find. Nymph had been taking some time to herself recently and Arche had given Kujo a proposition about possibly advancing in his ranks to become lead healer alongside Nymph. Kujo was thrilled with the prospect and wanted to do nothing more than to make his brother proud.
The first step in that direction was to stock up on his herbs. He needed to be prepared in case anyone should fall ill or suffer from an injury. He wanted to be prepared and wanted to begin setting up his den to heal the others. He was serious, very serious with the art of healing, and he wanted nothing more than to aide Aludri with his natural abilities. So he moved carefully across the land, pale green orbs searching for anything that might stick out to him that he could add to his collection. As he moved the wind began to carry a familiar scent in his direction, Lyra. His tail wagged slowly behind him at the idea of meeting the little coywolf again. She was the first wolf he had come across on the Isles, the first wolf that accepted him back into Aludri despite his past. He considered her a friend, regardless of how much younger she was than him. He found that most of his friends were younger than him and he was okay with that. Age was only a number to the brute. He continued forward until the coywolf came into view, a broad smile on his face as he greeted her. Lyra, it’s a pleasure to see you again. How have you been? He asked her, coming to a halt and sitting before her as he waited for a response.
Words: 551 Tagged:Lyra Notes: Sorry this took so long but this can be their first official mentoring thread!
The pads of Lyra’s paws were numb from the cold of the mountains. If she could feel them, they would be sore from her small climbs along the base of the range. As it was, she could tell she would have to lick them well again later. They were dry and cracked from the terrain. The coywolf had wanted to be alone with her grief over her scattered family, but now that she had solitude she could feel it falling like a shadow over her heart.
The wind cut through her coat and chilled her to her very bones as she paused on a rise of stone. One either side of her, the mountains pointed to the heavens, gray and unyielding. She shivered. If she stayed stationary for much longer, the cold could make her sick. She didn’t have the lush, thick coat of some other Aludri wolves. She was her mother’s size, and build for forest and dens, but the open Arctic tundra that stretched north from the Kalas mountain range. With a flick of her tail, Lyra made her way down the uneven slope of stone, placing her paws carefully and wishing she was somewhere else.
It’s hard, not knowing where you want to be.
It’s even harder knowing you want to be with your mother when your mother is dead.
Her vision blurred from the cold and her own swelling emotions. She stopped, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to blink the moisture away. That’s when she heard her name being called. She looked up, surprised. ”Kujo?” The white brute was making his way towards her, his steps confident and his thick coat ruffling against the breeze. The last time Lyra had seen her friend, they had been leaving her mother behind in the Southern Isles. She hadn’t understood what was happening, not completely. Before then, Kujo had been a brute washed ashore on the beaches of the Southern Isles. He had been the first person she spoke to when she woke in that strange and frightening place. He had been an immediate companion. Someone she trusted with her whole heart.
As he reached her, Lyra lifted her slim muzzle to his ivory chin in greeting. ”Hello, Kujo,” she said mildly. A tiny shiver ran through her body. ”Why are you here in the mountains?”
words: 389 tags: @kujo muse: good notes: I’m sorry that this took 84 years.
Lorem, ipsum, dolor The mountains were a place of solitude for the ivory male. He had spent plenty of his time within the forest and the heart of Aludri, though it seemed that this particular place had been a bit neglected. No one really enjoyed the cold but Kujo found that he didn’t mind it. The harsh breeze and cool ground only reminded him that he was alive, especially when the ice shards cut into his skin. Sure it hurt like hell but needless to say it kept him grounded. It showed him that he wasn’t invincible and of course it gave him more opportunities to practice healing, even if it was on himself. But on this particular day it seemed that the Gods had a specific plan in mind. He had not seen Lyra for quite some time, not since the Isles in fact, and he couldn’t help but wonder how she was doing. Word had spread rapidly through Aludri that something tragic had happened to her mother resulting in her death. He had not sought the femme out merely because he imagined she needed some time on her own to come to grips with the fact. He had been younger when his father had died but yet there were still moments where it stung just as if it had been yesterday. It was a wound that would never officially close and he would always hurt in regards to that. You only get one set of parents in your lifetime and there was no mistaking the hurt that came with losing one. Hello, Kujo, why are you here in the mountains?
She asked him and he allowed a warm smile to spread across his face before responding to her question. Well firstly because it is not often that others frequent here. And secondly because I was searching for more of the “harder to find” herbs. He sat motionless, aside from the rise and fall of his sides as he breathed. It was then that his pale green orbs took in her appearance and he really got a good look at her. Her frame was characteristically gaunt but the fire that had once been lit in her eyes was diminished. It pained Kujo to see that bright light of hers dimming. Forgive me but I feel I must ask you this.. How are you doing? How have you been...handling things? He asked her, concerned that she may be drowning in her emotions. He had hit that moment in his life before and it was a very dark time for him. He had only wished he had someone who could walk along with him during that time in his life. So instead, he would be here for Lyra. Someone for her to lean on when times got especially dark for her. He didn’t want her to ever feel like she was alone.
WORDS: 493 TAGGED:Lyra NOTES: awww kujo, he just wants to make sure she is okay
Lyra shifted her weight back as she pulled her muzzle away from Kujo’s. She was still so surprised to see him up here, with his thick, stark-white pelt contrasting with the grey stone. Although they had barely spoken since their time on the Southern Isles, Lyra immediately felt herself gravitating toward him. Like her father, Kujo was a kind and strong brute. She saw him as a guardian figure, a mentor, someone who doesn’t talk to her like she’s different or childish. His concern was gentle, and the coywolf found herself struggling with the openness in which he asked her the simple question. ”Forgive me but I feel I must ask you this… How are you doing? How have you been... handling things?”
When Lyra opened her mouth, she had intended to tell him the truth. She was not okay without her mother. Not because she couldn’t survive on her own, but because she couldn’t survive knowing she had never said her goodbyes. She couldn’t survive without knowing when the last time she said ’I love you’ was or when she last breathed in her mother’s earthy scent. No, she was not doing alright. But the truth turned to sap in her throat. Even though she trusted Kujo, even though she wanted to confide in him, the words simply wouldn’t come. ”I’m sorry,” she choked out. ”I’m okay… it’s just… hard.” She knew her words were severely insignificant, but it was all she could muster right now.
A subject changed seemed like the best approach, and Lyra found herself latching on to the only other thing Kujo said. ”Herbs?” she asked. She suddenly realized she didn’t know what Kujo did for Aludri. Unlike herself, he had a role to play, and she found her audits prickling up atop her head in interest. ”Are you a healer like… like my mother?”
words: 310 tags: @kujo muse: decent notes: Sorry for the shortness!
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