Aava & Esprit

The wolfess and her daughter trailed along the side of the marsh, avoiding the waters. Esprit, the daughter, had drooping auds, and her banner was held leveled with her body. No ounce of pride seemed to be noticable in this fae's presence, but she still hadn't lost her dignity. She was far from that. Since her father and sister had been killed, both of the faes had seemed to become deppressed somewhat, and Aava was in the worst condition. Her auds were also drooped, but her banner was brushing on the ground, and her bones were beginning to show greatly beneath her thin pelt, which was dirty and at the farthest state away of being glossy and clean.

Aava didn't want to hunt, and she was too weak now either way. Her breaths were labored, and at times, she felt as though she would fall over and faint, or even worse, die. The thought of someday dieing eased her rambling mind; the whole thought of not having to spend her time in this horrid world, with this ragged life. She sighed lightly, and lowered onto her belly soon, and pushed off onto her side. She was becoming mud-caked from so much muck around the marsh, and her eyes were dull and lifeless. No hint of happiness or pride were in them anymore, only sadness and fear. A sadness for her mate and other daughter, and fear for her only son and remaining daughter. She no longer carried any feelings for herself, but a bit of pity. Crawling to the water's edge, she stuck her dial in it and slowly tried to refresh herself. Life wasn't on her side anymore, it appeared.

Esprit stayed by Aava's side, looking out for danger. She'de trip anyone limb from limb if they even so much as dared to pose a threat for them. Esprit wasn't one to fool around and play anymore; all the past happenings had taught her that in order to survive, she couldn't be the loving, easy-going pup she once was. But now, she had turned deadly, with a temper and gudging anger. No longer was she the fun-loving creature she once was. In order to live, and protect herself, she would have to show others that she wasn't afraid to tear them apart. Wincing slightly, she went into a laying position and stretched out slowly on her side. They should just stay here and die. They could, if they wanted to, but they still couldn't give up, for whatever they were still living for in the first place; family, long and lost.

Bagre & Quain

Since Eventine's death, her surviving son had been taken up by Bagre. Quain's surviving sister, unknown to him, as also in the Valley. Neither knew of each others existance though, and for all the family knew, Quain was the only survivor of Eventine's litter.

Bagre had searched high and low for his sister and mother, but with little success. In between his search for them, he taught his nephew how to hunt and survive, and investigated potential packs to join. On their most recent ventures, Quain had taken interest to a pack forming at the Ruins, while Bagre had his eyes on a larger pack to the west.

As the duo went on another search for food, Bagre was surprised and quite thrilled to come across the scent of his mother and sister. His banner began to wave with excitement as he trailed after their odor. But as he finally spotted them and took sight of his mother's condition, the joy quickly filtered out from his expressions, "Mom, you don't look to well." Well, it wasn't the best greeting, but he was rather concerned. As he approached the two, he offered Esprit a nuzzle, then stooped his head down to nuzzle his mother's head.

Quain stood slightly off to the side. He had met his grandmother before, but he couldn't recall meeting his aunt. Being more of the silent type, he didn't say anything as his uncle interacted with the others.

Aava & Esprit

Aava was completely oblivious to everything around her. She was too lost in her thoughts of sadness and hurt. There was nothing left to live for, was there? It ached her greatly to move certain parts of her body, especially her shoulders and hindlegs. She nearly had her entire head in the water, gulping it all in, feeling as though she could drink the whole marsh up. Though the water here probably wasn't the purest, it still was very thirst-quenching to her. She still even continued slurping it all in as her son appeared and began talking. It was as though she had completely forgotten all about him; his looks, his voice, his personality. Everything was now just a blur to her, but it would all come back with the time they had lost at the beginning.

Esprit watched the surroundings carefully, and released a harsh growl as another wolf appeared; a brute. Her eyes landed on him, and at first she didn't recognize him, but just then, she remembered. He seemed to look different since the last time she had seen him, but after all, that was some time ago. A confused and dazed look came upon her ragged features as she observed him, taking it all in. Who was that with him? Not someone she knew, of course. Calm yet still alert, she watched as her long lost brother nuzzled her, and she slightly returned it. It'de take a while before she would fully open up to anyone again. All these happenings had taken a tole on her; one that could be for the worst, and one that may just be for the better. She lowered her dial in sorrow, wondering why her life had taken such a turn.

Aava lifted her dial and pulled it up, out of the water. She meekly turned her dial to look at whoever was speaking to her, and gave a brisk shake to her body before trying to position herself on her side. She managed to after a while, and turned her hollow eyes to her son, whom she could barely distinguish. Now, to her, he looked like just another wolf. It was if her mind had erased everything that caused her pain in the past, but her mate's death still lingered. It forever would, and there was nothing that could bring him back. "Wha..." she blurted out, eyes widening a bit as she looked around. It was as if she had been in some sort of trance; seperated from the rest of the living world. She then rested her dull eyes on Bagre, as if not knowing who he was. She didn't care much now, either. Esprit had already learned her mother's new behavior, and wasn't too fond of it, but she knew either way of what had turned and poccessed Aava to become the way she was now.

Insanity

A whimper came from the trees as suddenly a white mass seemed to explode from them, his eyes frantic and wide. "Have you seen them? I can't find them anywhere. Shut up! I know where I am. I SAID SHUT UP!" He had no name for the voice in his head. He always called it the Voice. Not a fancy name but thats all he could think of. His eyes fell upon the others as he blurted "Have you seen them? We cant find them anywhere." He was a member of the Death Pack, a up and coming pack that was becoming very well known for its notorious attacks on the Shadow Lurkers. They lived at the Parnassian meadows with Eternal, who led all the attacks in revenge for them taking her sister. He gazed at Aava and said "You should eat before the Gator eats you. Do you know his name? NOT YOU I SAID SHUT UP!" He shook his head as if trying to rid himself of a fly. Stupid Voice. Always getting in the way.

Bagre & Quain

Sadness and a faint wave of dispair washed over the black wolf as he watched his mother's reaction to him. His ears went back and he licked her muzzle, "Mother, it's me, Bagre." He took a step back now, his worried gaze taking in Aava's form to its fullest. She was not well, neither physically nor emotionally. Now he felt more guilty than ever about setting off on his own without paying visits to his family. It was too late for half of them now; Vivek, Eventine, Sess, and an unknown little female. They all had perished without so much as a goodbye from their brother/son/uncle. He had been alot to others without being much at all.

"I've someone with me that you might like to meet." Bagre went on, talking softly, hoping to raise a hopefuly response from his mother; or at least more than what he had gotten so far. "You have a grandson, Quian. Ev-Eventine's son." He nudged Quain closer to Aava. Quain was no pup; he was a young adult now, but very quite and much more of a follower than a leader. Bagre glanced uncertainly to his sister, then back to Aava. He'd certainly introduce Esprit to her nephew, but first he wanted to try and make things right with his mother.

As he waited for Aava's response, an unknown wolf came blundering upon them. Bagre's fur bristled up on instinct as he turned wary eyes to Insanity, "Find who? Who are you? Hey now... just calm down..." It became apparent to Bagre that this wolf might not quite be... 'all there'.

Quain's eyes went rather wide at seeing, and hearing Insanity's enterance. Not sure how to deal with such a wolf, as interesting as he was, the young adult remained silent as before.

Aava & Esprit

Aava's now petite form was given a sharp jerk as her son spoke to her. It was as if she couldn't understand him. Her eyes took him in, everything, but she couldn't muster up the memories yet. No words came from her mouth, but her eyes were a bit wide, for whatever reason. Shock was something that mostly inherited this once beautiful fae's body, giving her a rash personality now, on a few occasions. Her dull eyes never left Bagre's features. She wanted to remember, indeed, but would that help anything? Too much had gone on now for all of it to just be wiped away like that. She gave her water-spiked dial a violent shake before her mouth opened, but no words came out. Just as she was about to lightly mumble something, some other wolf appeared, seemingly talking to himself in a weird way. Aava's eyes grew dark as he spoke the words "shut up," giving her a mysterious tone. Her fangs were bared as her lips pulled back in a silent snarl, but if it had come out, it would have been menacing. She eyes grew even wider, and her muscles became taught, as if ready to pounce and attack. She kept herself incredibly still, though, and faught the urge, but his words only nerved her more. Just then, she about exploded, but not to the fullest extent. "SHUT UP!!!" she snarled out blindly, striking out at the air in front of her with just as much blindess as her words and total hostility. She then clamped her eyes shut tightly, grinding her teeth.

Esprit's fur raised at the unknown brute's sudden appearance, but her auds pricked in curiousity nonetheless. What he was talking about, she didn't know. What gator? She didn't even know any gators, and sure didn't think she wanted to hang around and meet one. She inched away from the waters, keeping wary eyes on the other wolf. Her eyes narrowed, legs ready to spring. He seemed hostile, but not to them, but to himself. Who in this world is that weird thing? she asked herself, thoughts becoming jumbled. Whoever he was, and whatever he was speaking of, Esprit didn't think she quite wanted to find out.