Larkcall Lowlands a moment of silence

Anyone welcome! Early evening, cloudy: 1 ° F, -17 ° C
RE: Lachesis, since everything is covered in snow you made a wrong turn and are now unsure of your location.

Lachesis was out and about doing his own ‘search and rescue’ mission for Karina. Part of him felt as though he was responsible for her sudden absence; as her mentor, he should have backed her up at the last meeting. Or at least, sympathized with her. She was a delicate flower fuelled by raw emotion; she acted on impulse, rarely stopping to think of the consequences until after she had made her decision. XIX believed that some of her actions were the result of how much time she was spending with the dragon. He was worried that Kjors was impacting the naive, impressionable youth in a negative way. The dragon’s entire presence felt toxic — despite the time he had spent with the River wolves, Lachesis did not trust the one-eyed wolf. He had both Kisla and Karina wrapped around his paws… It didn’t sit well with the alabaster medic. His nephew had agreed with him, and had gone to seek out the opinions of both their king and their scout. Now, the one wolf who was on his side had temporarily left Heartwood — the Slayer heir was in search of his sister. Once again, XIX was feeling abandoned and it was a difficult thing to swallow.

The snow was a welcome sight but troubling. It made it even more difficult to track the young Baranski, as her footsteps had been completely covered by the substance. Her trail was still there — faint, but there was enough for him to sort of follow. However, it seemed as though the snow had covered his own footsteps… Blinking, the healer glanced around nervously. The landscape was filled with rolling hills and endless white meadows — XIX was no longer sure where he was or where he was going. Home was somewhere but… where? Dammit Lachesis! He cursed at himself mentally for his stupidity. How was he supposed to find the princess if he couldn’t even figure out where he was? He knew he was the furthest north one could go in Relic Lore — but what direction would lead him back to the river? Definitely south… but east or west? He grunted in annoyance at the realization, his long legs ceasing their movement as he stomped around with his nose raised high in hopes of catching wind of the river wolves. Perhaps if he just kept heading south it would take him back to familiar territory… Ugh.

(This post was last modified: Mar 07, 2016, 06:27 PM by Lachesis.)

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Lekalta had not strayed past the borders much – at all, really. It occurred to her that her ebony twin was far more adventurous than her, and rather than be outdone, the tawny girl promptly waltzed across the borders, and had she the vocal chords to do so, she likely would have whistled a tune while doing so.

It had felt like an ideal opportunity – her parents were distracted with Karina’s disappearing act, and Naia had been sick. With everyone so busy, it was simple to say Lekalta felt a little neglected.. and so she meant to remedy that by entertaining herself. Of course, her gait was fast, but the wind billowed past her, and when her green eyes cast a quick glance behind her, she noted her path was almost covered now. Recognizing this might not have been the best sign for one as naïve as herself, Lekalta pondered this for a moment.. but determined to explore, she trekked forward, this time her gaze focused on taking in the scenery around her. She could find her way home after.

She came upon a pale figure – she wasn’t even sure how long she had been walking. The wolf blended quite well with the snow, save for a pair of bright green eyes – and she instantly recognized him as Lachesis, the pack’s medic and current lead male.

Pausing mid-step, she felt a flutter of panic – would he reprimand her for being outside?

And when had he become so handsome?

are you deranged like me? are you strange like me?
lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?

oh Lekalta xD <3 #Lachkalta2017

The pale healer was incredibly annoyed with himself for not knowing where he was. There was so much white it made it difficult to tell which direction would lead him back to the river. He cursed under his breath, pale eyes scouring his surroundings as his claws dug into the cold earth. Wherever Karina was, it certainly was not here — her trail had gone stale and seemed to head south instead of east. Was she heading back to their previous home in Cut Rock River? If so, why? The hollow wolves had made their home dangerously close to the river they had previously inhabited; surely the Baranski princess would not risk trespassing. Despite being as naive as she was, Karina wasn’t stupid and would not be heading back to their former home. But then where was she going?!

He partially blamed himself for her absence. XIX should have been more diligent with her and stressed the importance of their lessons. Perhaps if he had been a more prominent presence in her life she would not have wandered into he clutch of the one-eyed dragon, who filled her head with his delusions.

The scent of home slapped his nostrils suddenly, causing his head to spin around so fast he thought it might fall off. Although he was disappointed to discover it was not Karina, he was pleased to see a familiar face. “Lekalta,” he greeted with a lazy smile, his chartreuse gaze fixated on the Baranski princess. “What brings you so far from home?” He asked with a raised brow, his gaze hardened with a mischievous glare. He hoped she had been paying attention to where she was going and they could return back to Hearthwood together. Otherwise it was going to be a very long night for the pair as they attempted to find their way back home.

stick with those who stick with you

LOL. Ohai first crush!

It was a given, Lekalta was young and naive, but surely the world was far more interesting when not completely snow covered? The surroundings of them did not interest her in the slightest, as much as she had hoped-- but his bright green eyes did.

Her scent must have drifted to him, and lifting his muzzle sharply, the man studied her -- her name upon his lips stirred a small smile to the impish girl, and scooting a few pawsteps closer in a light prance, the honeyed girl canted her muzzle slightly. "Exploring," she explained, her light tone leaving no implication that perhaps her mother and father would not have desired one of their youngest brood to be so far from the pack borders and the safety of home. "But I'm glad I found you," she murmured now, a coyness filtering in her voice now as she took a few paces even closer. "What are you up to?" Completely oblivious that if he was lost, then so was she, the girl instead took the moment and enjoyed it. Lachesis was handsome, and not completely old, like the one-eyed Kjors. And, most importantly, he was not her blood relative.

She would need to move fast before another girl took this opportunity, surely!

are you deranged like me? are you strange like me?
lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?

omg xD Lach is the male version of a cougar

Her explanation did not come as a surprise. While his initial response was to scold the river princess, the healer bit his tongue. He kept forgetting that she — and her siblings — were getting close to joining the adult ranks. They were no longer little fuzz balls that XIX would unleash his inner child with. The girl before him was no longer the plump little songbird he had teased many moons ago. The green-eyed Baranski was the perfect mix of both her mother and father and was beginning to grow into the slender physique she would possess as an adult. If she had been born alongside his former apprentice things may have been different this spring…

Blinking sharply at the thought he quickly dismissed it with a quick wag of his tail, his velvet ears pinned forward as she spoke once more. Her coy tone did not go unnoticed as she stepped forward.

She returned the question to him, curiosity dripping off her words as they hung in the air between them. He gave a soft roll of his shoulders as an initial response before offering his voice, chartreuse gaze fixated on the young Baranski. “Exploring,” he repeated with a soft curl of his lips. “Seeing what kind of plants I can use from this area — and trying to find your sister’s trail again.” His expression darkened momentarily but he gave another shrug. “But just between us, I’m a little lost too.” He hoped that Lekalta would keep that last explanation to herself — he didn’t want Maksim and Kisla to think he was incompetent when it came to surveying the nearby territories. 

stick with those who stick with you

How had she not noticed him, before? Lachesis, of course, had always been a steadfast presence in the girl’s life, just as any of her pack mates had been. Yet his green eyes lit upon her, and she found herself practically glowing with renewed vigor by his glance alone. There was a gentle curl at his lips – the hint of a smile, though it did not truly form.

Could she make him smile?

One ear flickered at the mention of Karina, and Lekalta’s heart gave a pang. She had been missing since December now – and it would seem the pack was unable to release their hold upon the girl.. hoping she would return. Lekalta had her doubts now, but she missed the gentle gaze of her sister’s pale blue eyes, and she gave a soft nod.

Of course, he needed to be consoled, it would seem, and with a brazen act that would have stirred her to blush perhaps only weeks ago, the honeyed yearling took an emboldened step forward, her muzzle tipping up to brush the underside of his chin in quiet reassurance – and to test the waters of what such contact might be like when not given under the perfectly innocent guise. “Then we’ll find our way home together,” she preened, her tail giving a gentle wag in the air behind her. Yes, she was certainly pleased by this turn of events, and she felt her heart flutter once more as his scent tickled at her nose.

are you deranged like me? are you strange like me?
lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?

Sorry for late/crappy post :c <3

He could not help but feel partially guilty for Karina’s absence. The Baranski princess had been his apprentice after all — perhaps if he had been more diligent with her she would have not been so intrigued by the dragon. The one-eyed wolf had arrived to Hearthwood when Karina was still in her impressionable stage, and she drank the koolaid he had given her in the form of bizarre stories. He frowned at the thought. Now the girl was so entwined in the dragon’s stories that Lachesis was not sure if she would ever break free. Did Maksim or Kisla know of the strange path she was pursuing? Or why she had left behind the life of a healer? While Kjors did not know anything about her absence the healer was positive that he had something to do with it.

The girl’s gesture took him by surprise, but he welcomed it with a soft smile, his ears falling back slightly. While he was curious as to ow the younger Baranski was handling her sister’s absence, the healer kept his thoughts to himself. Instead, he nodded gently at her words, his chartreuse gaze fixated on the agouti princess. “Lead the way,” he responded with a flick of his snout, his tail swaying behind him as he took a step forward, bumping his shoulder against hers in a playful gesture. Perhaps being lost wasn't going to be as bad as he had thought. And hopefully the undesirable situation they had found themselves in would stay between them; he did not want her parents to think poorly of him for getting turned around in the expanse. 

stick with those who stick with you

The amicable bump of his shoulder against hers sent an electric current down her spine – and withholding a gasp, Lekalta’s imagination instantly took flight and deemed the gesture as completely flirtatious and determined. Yes, she was calling a big fat ‘fibs’ on Lachesis -- @Inna could suck on it and try to find her own non-related boy in their small but steady pack.

She cast him a gentle grin, and with his words, began to lope in the direction somewhat of where she had come, her nose dipping down to trail along the snowy paths. Their paw prints had long been eradicated by the blowing winds, and mother nature did not seem keen to offer her any form of a hint to where their home might be. She could not rely on scent – and had she been older than a few months shy of a year, she might have realized that this was one of the only reasons why Lachesis was lost.

The Lowlands were tricky – the vast expanse of terrain before them seemed to stretch on forever, and without wanting to seem completely incompetent and uncertain, the tawny girl puffed her chest out, her tail giving a flirtatious swing through the air before she tipped her head coquettishly to one direction. “This way?” Her eyes danced, and she did not wait for him to agree with her – instead, her paws begin to skirt them in a direction she felt was safe – and unfortunately (or fortunately, if you were Lekalta and were keen on spending more time with a certain handsome healer), not one that would lead them swiftly to their destination.

are you deranged like me? are you strange like me?
lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?

<3

Perhaps the ghostly male had been out of the arctic circle for too long — he had nearly forgotten how to navigate himself around the snow. XIX blamed it on the recent stress he had been dealing with, as there was no way that with his pure arctic lineage, he could possibly get lost in the snow. His mother would be so disappointed in him if she could see him now; a wolf of the Canadian tundra lost in a wee bit of snow? How embarrassing.

Mimicking the grin that had unfolded across Lekalta’s maw, the healer fell into step beside her, his shoulder in line with hers. He watched, with quiet curiosity, as the girl dipped her head to the ground in an attempt to catch scent of their previous trail. Reluctantly he pulled his gaze away from the green-eyed girl, his own chartreuse gaze scanning their surroundings in search of something familiar — anything that would lead them in the right direction. Just as he was about to change direction, the girl’s voice called out once more.

‘This way?’

Without waiting for a response, the river princess lurched forward, her tail swinging behind her. It was not the right way, but it was not the wrong way; it was a longer route, but it would get them home… eventually. He did not mind; despite the fact that they were temporarily lost, he was enjoying the presence of the sparrow. She almost reminded him of Anastasia, but just barely; the girl before him was much different than the blue-eyed dove he had travelled with several years ago. They were both carefree and genuine, qualities that had always transfixed the pale healer.

“I think you’re getting us more lost,” he responded as he nipped affectionately at her shoulder, an eyebrow raised as a mischievous glint appeared in his pear-coloured eyes. Not that he minded — Nineteen was not completely against the idea of spending more time with the river princess. 

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