Riddle Heights following faded shadows

This is a search thread for Kyrie a couple days after the meeting. I hope the powerplay is okay Rach. If Han wants to join in :3 to get back to WR?

It was hard to tell if he was holding onto her scent, or just that of the pack. The lengths of his walk he would pause to get the wisp of what was on his coat and Phineas to be sure he was not just imagining her old trail. There was really one there, up to the mountain he had looked upon, but not ventured to. A light twist of his tail, he passed his companion a quiet stare. Phineas certainly had tracking skills, but Sica wondered if this would be enough. Did she want to be found? How far had she traveled? Why was she lost? A flick of his dark lined ear, he sniffed along a few rocks trying to pick up the next point of the trail. The snow did not quite help, fallen upon the spots they had found, and scattered along the rough stone. The silver male steadily pressed onward with hope. Elettra had sent them out for good reasons or there would be no need for a search party.

There it was again, tugging at his nose with some unknown strangers. Hrmm. Light colored eyes looked to the top line of the ridge, wondering, and yet repeating her description in his mind. Where was she going? They had started at the willows, worked through the Fireweed, and now.. Please not a dead end. He did not voice his concerns, he did not want to interrupt the silence between them. He was still trying to decide what kind of wolf Phineas was.

(This post was last modified: Jan 01, 2013, 07:28 AM by Sica.)

Sorry for the delay. <3

His fiery eyes trailed along the path, lingering upon the crevices the heights had to offer in mild hope that his gaze would fall upon a snowy she-wolf; the description the two males had been given when assigned their task to seek her out. Phineas had asked little questions, only seeking to fulfill Elettra's wish as he owed her for her agreement to allow his stay within her lands. Every so often the ivory Argyris would glance over to his silver companion, who was turning to be an impressive addition and tracker to the mission.

It was a pity that Phineas would likely be challenging for the other male's rank soon.

His tail gave a brief flick, sparse flurries falling upon the ebony streak upon his spine. His muzzle lowered once more to the ground, inhaling the scent that was so very unfamiliar to him. He worried that during his role as Leader from his birth pack, perhaps his skills had waned.. and yet every so often, 'Kyrie,' the phantom girl, would linger at his senses once more.

He loped quicker now, offering a nod to Sica as they continued to maneuver the trickier landscape upon the mountain heights. She had been here, of that he was certain.. but her reasons were unknown to him, and whether or not she remained here.. well, hopefully that was to be seen between the two males shortly.

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'' Go the West. Follow the sun.'' Words kept echoing in her head. The silvery wolf who's name was Steel gave her this hint. Following his advice she had turned around. Kyrie wondered why he had helped her. In his words and body he didn't gave the look of helping men. Rather rude and rough but still he decided to give her the right direction. It may be so he could get rid of her easily or some other behind reason. Whatsoever the white fae felt thankful to Steel. They would probably not meet again with their homes both elsewhere. If they did met could they become friends? It was her stupid childlike state of mind but Kyrie had rather to be on the good side than on the bad.

The dirty fae sighed as she stopped walking. Her eyes felt heavy and her body cold and warm at the same time. She walked towards the mountain wall, leaning on the rocks she closed her eyes. She should have taken a bit rest. Walking wasn't as tiring as running, walking was something she didn't do much anyway. Only for border patrols and that was most of the time done by Shade, Remy or someone else. Whatever, the world became black for a second when she closed her eyes. Hearing her own soft breath and her heartbeat was calming. She was tired and hungry but all more longed for home. Steel had been one of the wolves she had met in the past few days but none of them could replace a whole pack. Her hazel eyes looked at the world again as she pushed herself from the wall. Slowly she tilted her paw, nothing wrong so she shouldn't worry. As long as her paws were healthy she could go on.

The wind was different if you weren't on ground level. She had been aware of it the second day. It was colder but also fresh and sharp. One thing she became to like on her lost travel. It was a small comfort compared to all the other. Her nostrils prickled by some new scents. They were wolves but she didn't recognize them. Other mountain wolves? Again, like the time with Steel, she wanted to track the scent. However she hesitated. Steel had done nothing to her but his growling had gave her a shock. She had always known not everybody was nice and friendly but Kyrie had never met someone like that. Yes wolves she didn't like as much as someone else but never hated or even disliked a wolf. Not so far she could think of. Steel was a first bit even him she couldn't dislike, after all he had helped her. Still Steel gave her a little eye opener. A bit more cautious but she would still follow the scent of the wolves.
Two wolves both unfamiliar but on the same time they had something that made a ring in her head. Maybe she had met them once? No she would have known their scent, so what was it? She came closer and she could hear their steps on the rocks. What should she do? She did a step back but then did nothing. There wasn't much she could do, hiding wouldn't help her at all.

Sica gave note to the white male, feeling more confident they were on the same trail as their repeated movements. He was starting to think he could work with this male with ease. It was a fact he was grateful for. There were too many that were full of themselves, placing themselves in charge without cause. He might be above this wolf in rank he didn't feel compelled to tell him what to do. They were doing the same thing.

There was one detail that bothered him. If they saw this Kyrie, she would not know who they were. They would be strangers, and would she be convinced Elettra had sent them? Let her be a reasonable lady, he hoped. Phineas and him were not scary looking beasts, and shouldn't scare her on first sight. The scent of her own pack, her leader was wrapped in their coats. His silver mask smoothed his lines of worry away, and he continued heading up the rocks. It seemed strange for her to come this way without purpose. A hike among this place was proving to need sure paws. He adapted, he could hardly be called a wolf if he didn't swiftly take on changes. Minding the terrain, and the snow that could mind slick he ventured higher on a small outcrop.

He should have spotted her white coat if he had been using his eyes. Since he was still transfixed by his nose and the world it was taking in he did not spot the girl right off in the white of snow. It was only when he scent was blown to him he froze, his golden eyes lifting to see a bright amber pair in a small face. "Kyrie?" He would ask, not daring to look to Phineas for afraid he would lose the girl. Knowing that it was probably creepy, him knowing her name, but not the other way, his tail brushed at his hocks. "I'm Sica, we are looking for a Willow Ridge wolf for our leader, Elettra." If she was not Kyrie maybe she could help.

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The silence that stretched between the two males was one of determination and comfort; lower in the hierarchy than the silver male beside him, Phineas was more lenient to the male, despite that Sica would determine his own thoughts and opinions for their search as well. It would seem the two worked well as a team, and for this Phineas was grateful; there would have been nothing worse than fixating himself on Elettra’s set mission for them to seek out this missing girl if the other wolf had been a douche.

They moved higher up the mountain – had it been a different moment and the Argyris male held time for leisure, he likely would have stopped to look as the lands grew slightly smaller below, admiring the expansive forests and water that would stretch out in the valley. Instead, his bright orange eyes darted before him and Sica, seeking out a she-wolf of ivory fur as described by the lady of the Ridge.

It would seem the male’s caught sight of her at the same time, and while Phineas stiffened and considered the female before them, calculating her appearance with the description provided, Sica was first to tentively question her. Blinking, the large male kept himself in a neutral stance, not wishing to threaten the petite she-wolf, who in turn, reminded him of a delicate specimen. It was hard not to notice the brightness of her golden eyes and the sleek of her frosted fur – she was a pretty thing, and given Phineas’ new single status, he noticed such things.

He spoke nothing, allowing his silver companion to speak for the time being. Elettra had made it clear that if they were to find her, they were to bring her back to Willow Ridge.. even if they had to drag her.

Like a drum her heart gave a fast rhythm. She could feel the bouncing of her heart in her throat. Automatic her muscles tensed for what was coming. What to expect? Who would come into these mountains except the family of Steel? No it were not wolves of his pack, their scent was different. Similar but it was confusing. It smelled like pack, was it someone from the Willows, the possibilty was high they would search for her. Kyrie could imagine Shade coming to look for her, or Koda. The two males were very dear to her, just as everyone in the pack. Just the two males were quite close to her. Elettra may be worried sick, however leaving the pack as alpha wouldn't be appropriate. So her black leader may have send someone to find her. If so.. Why would she not send someone she knew. Shade was strong and smart he could have find her. May it be wit difficulty, she didn't know if the brown man knew the mountains that well. However she was sure he could find her by willpower alone.

A little cloud formed as the fae sighed. She was tired. She longed for her warm home in the Willows but she had to carry on. It wouldn't be far anymore or she could go home. Why did she go into the mountains in the first place. Isra. A shivering shot through her body as her older sister came into mind. Had she seen right, had she really seen her sister or was it just a joke from life saying she needed more sleep. No, it was real it had to be real. Her eyes, eyes like Kyrie's but it was like you watched ice burning. So cold and hateful.

The crisp sound of snow waked her up again. Anxious she stepped back. With big eyes holding her breath she looked down, as she stood uphill, upon two males. One dark, one light. The dark one froze on it's place and the light followed his actions. Soft she let her breath go as she needed more oxygen. Who were these wolves? Could they be sent by Isra? If so she had to turn.. 'Kyrie?' Her body stopped in her turn. Amber eyes watched with distrust at the dark male. How. He knew her name. Why? It gave her chills and she back away again, however still keeping the man in her sight. "'You, who are you?' Her voice was so soft it could be blown away by the wind. She could just.. Run? They didn't look that fast, though she hadn't dared to run in these mountains yet. If the situation asked for it she would.

Sica. There was no Sica in her pack. Her eyes went to the light one. The light had said none. Was he a man from less words or was ''Sica'' the talker. 'And you?' She questioned the light one. Kyrie held his gaze for a moment before she watched around. Searching of a possible escape route. There was just no way.. Was she so long gone that they had new members? She was gone maybe five day, maybe a week or so. She didn't know anymore she never counted. Could they be lying?

The fear and surprise were not hidden in her delicate features. The fear was tangible for every sense but his ears.

Sica had not wanted to change his task, or make himself or Phineas look incapable or the idea lacking on his leader's part. His silver brows brushed together, there was not a single trace of meanness upon his mask. It was with lines of concern he eyed the young female. Apparently she must think it was a ruse, a dirty trick as if him and Phineas were the sort. The idea humored him, but in all the wrong ways. He did not let his face break in a grin or smirk. He couldn't even find a smile. The look upon her face how could he?

His was companion a wall of silence, he did not feel that was a bad idea and waited. It was too easy to say the wrong thing, and words that left the mouth were not easily retrieved. With a frozen white form, looking down upon them with a question he answered, giving pause for Phineas. She looked around his own muscles tense ready to make a move, they had come too far. The man kept still, knowing chasing her was not the answer it was a last resort. "Why don't you ask something about the Ridge or Elettra....please. We mean no harm, we want to find her....she's needed and greatly missed." The truth fell from his lips, the desperate plea to reunite. He would close his pale mouth, letting her take note, let her think, and do what she felt best.

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She was cautious of them – suspicious even. The ivory wolf regarded her with intrigue, for it there was a reason why a soul would be so weary. It wasn’t as if either wolf revealed as threatening to her, and the knowledge of her name had been explained with the truthful answer that Elettra had sent them. So why was she so nervous?

“Phineas,” he rumbled in return, his muzzle dipping lightly in a greeting. It was unconfirmed if this delicate dove was the she-wolf they sought, and the Argyris male found his patience quickly ebbing with the lack of confirmation. Sica pleaded to the girl – a kind soul, he seemed only to want to appease her if it meant having his orders fulfilled. Phineas, on the other paw, had no problem throwing the girl on his back and dragging her home – the dark queen had made it very clear they were to return with her.

“We come from the Willow Ridge pack. Surely, if you are familiar with them, you can scent them on our fur.” Just before leaving, Elettra had even surrounded them with her scent, and the large male could still feel the heat from her body as she ran along his side. “If not, then I would kindly ask if you could perhaps point us in the direction of a young white she-wolf. She goes by the name of Kyrie. Our leader has made it very clear that we are to find her.” His tone was gentle, but there was a subtle hint in there; if this stranger before them was not who they sought, then he wished to move on and no longer waste his time.

She could send it. The willows she loved so much. Yet her brain didn't seem to accept the fact those strangers were from her family. Sica was more, pleading. He looked nice, sincere. The white male called himself Phineas. Really not so talkative but he was straight to the point. Tears filled her eyes by the words of Sica. Clearing her throat and pushing back the tears she kept her cool. 'I'm Kyrie Hyde, member of Willow Ridge. But I've never seen you guys yet smell my pack. It confuses me.' Questions were shown in her eyes but she dared to step closer. What if the were really for her. They both stated they were sent by Elettra. Would the black female really search for her? They did search for Remy when she was around. Many times when she went hunting or search for herbs she had been alert for her Second. Suddenly the stern Second was back and now? Kyrie didn't know anymore. Time is running way too fast.

Their eyes were not like Steel's. Their voice was more friendly and they smelled like home. They had come to get her. She tried to take it in but there was a little thing nagging in her mind. The white fae looked back. Isra, would her sister be hidden somewhere in these mountains? Her eyes had not seen her for years so maybe it was her own longing. Though, the illusion was way too real. If she wanted, she could lie and turn around. She could go further in getting lost searching for her sister who may not be there. May she be here, than Kyrie couldn't understand why wolves would come to the Lore. It isn't really my business. Not anymore. Glancing at Sica and Phineas she smiled inwardly. 'It looks like I have to rely on you taking me back. Sorry for all the trouble.' A small smile played on her lips but her eyes reflected only sadness. Carefully she walked down towards the males, she was going home. Finally.

sorry for the wait. i'm going to make this an ending :3

He wished he knew her better, was she normally suspcious, cautious? This was quite the situation, interaction of one stranger begging to take her home, while the other calmly remained in assurance. Phineas did finally speak, and Sica gave him one silent look, before turning to the cream lady. By the liquid that swirled against ther dark eyes, maybe he had said the right thing after all. He rarely believed his tongue was a silver as his coat. None the less no matter, they wouldn't return empty mouthed. Easily she confessed to being her.{i} The silver male chuckled. {b}"I know, we sorta wondered what would happen if we did find you. Everyone will be happy to see you are okay." Thick tail unfurled behind him, and he shot his white companion a grin. How ready he was to go back, and sing the good news Kyrie Hyde was returning to the Ridge.

The rogue shrugged his large shoulders. Sica could not stop grinning, despite the sorrow in her eyes, she was smiling too. {i}Must have bene home sick. She looked ready to go to the familiar willows, and he was sure Phineas too. Sica didn't care how long it took them, long as they made it. "That's what we are here for miss." It really hadn't been much trouble at all. He could rescue lost damsels all day. And leading her back was his first accomplished misson of the Lore.

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