Why did I do that? (Eastern!!; OPEN TO ALL)

[wishaway]

Why Did I Do That?

Time: Late Afternoon
Weather: Warm, Raining, 70 degrees
Location: Right By the Riverside, in a small circle of trees.

Wishaway shivered violently, the cold was getting to her. She sat in the middle of a small circle of trees that provided little protection from the elements. Though she could use her powers, they did little to help. A fire couldn't start to warm her, the earth would turn to mud and bury her, the wind barley slowed and the rain only came a tiny bit lighter.

She pushed herself as far under a tree as possible, falling into a heap whebnb she could get no closer. she was soaked to the bone and chilled too. Why had she done what she did? If she hadn't she'd be sleeping in a warm, dry den with the others. But now if she didn't find warmth soon, she would die.

As a strong gust of wind blew, Wishaway passed out.

[hybrid]

(we operate in liquid time sooooo hello =])

Mongri loped slowly toward down the river, her long legs carrying her briskly as she moved, she was damp but nothing she hadnt dealt with before. She had been a loner the majority of her life, since she was a year old anyway. She spotted the slight covering of trees and smiled. That'll do she thought. As she neared closer a scent attacked her senses and she stopped abruptly. She had smelt this wolf before, the female Wishaway, the former Aquene wolf. Mongri felt her lips curl up around her teeth and lower her head. She let her lips fall back as she walked closer to the crumpled figure.

Unconscious.

Mongri smelt the wolf now that she was but inches from her being. She walked slowly around her and huffed loudly, the young female would freeze by the time night fell. Mongri paced a moment but finally her conscious got the better of her and she wrapped her long tightly muscled form around the knocked out Wishaway. She grumbled uncomfortably to herself, she was not supposed to mother these wolves, although she was to look over the loners. She rested her head across Wishaway's soaked neck, wrapping her tail around her flanks.

She spoke softly but with a commanding voice, "Get up. You cant sleep yet." Mongri knew the moment the wolf awoke that she would bound out of reach and become the fierce wolf she usually was, but for now, she rather unhappily waited for the wolf to regain consciousness.

[Eastern]

After the horrific scene with the pack, Corvos suddenly found the energy to move off the pack;s land. But this place suited him better anyway, There was crows galore here. He could sense their scatter nests throughout the land. He smiled, but kalasu huffed irribilty.
"Don't you smirk like that." Kalasu snapped. He was currently flying ahead, and above Corvus, to keep watch. "You should be ashamed or yourself, for what you caused.
Corvus snorted. "I didnt start anything, you know that."
"The poor girl had to leave her pack because of you."
"It wasn't my fault like I said, and that was her decision to make."
"There!" Kalasu suddenly said. "Theres a gathering of trees over there."
Corvus let out a soft bark towards the trees. There was a crow's nest there. The was an answering caw, telling them of two wolves.
"Corvus swore under his breath. "Eh, Oh well this is loner land, I can still rest there.
He walked through the trees, and he stopped short when he realized these were wolves he had run into before.
"Oh no. Hmm, Its the crazed wolf from before." Corvus said speaking of Wishaway. He still sisnt know her name.
"I believe you left before I could meet you." He said to mongri.

[wishaway]

Wishaway felt the precence of another wolf. When the voice of the other wolf reached her ears she immediately recognized it.

Mongri.

She as she struggled to regain counciousness, she heard another voice. Corvus! Her eyes fluttered open and she took in the scene around her. Corvus and his crow were standing in front of her and Mongri, whom was apperently curled around her.

Wishaway was grateful for the warmth that Mongri provided although she didn't like feeling helpless. She slowly lifted her head, carefully sliding her neck from under Mongri's head. She turned to the look at the Fae, eyes thankful and kind.

"Thank your Mongri...you didn't have to do that you know...but I'm glad you did. I don't feel like freezing to death right now."

Then her eyes switched to Corvus, dancing with amusement. "How are you calling crazed? You live with crows...and my name is Wishaway. I think since I know your name You should know mine."

Wishaway watched the two of them silently, warming herself with Mongri's fur.

[Eastern]

Corvus smirked. "I don't live with the crows, they live with me. Is it my fault that my pack tried to sacrifice me, because they thought i was the god of Death?" He didn't mind that he was revealing his past. He didn't need the love, or acceptance of others. He had his crows, so it didn't matter what he told others. He was just going to leave anyway. "I'm pretty sure you did go a bit crazy back there. I mean, who would attack a peaceful traveler? Come on, what if my birth pack had been right, and I am the god of death?" He smiled an evil smile, and cocked his head to the side.
Kalasu snorted. "Stop playing with the girl." He said sourly. "Can you you take nothing seriously. Honestly!!"

((So since wishaway can speak to animals she can understand Kalasu, but corvus and kalasu dont know that is her power.))

[Lanie]

"Oh, this is delicious."
She watched with caution, trying her best to remain impassive. But it was just perfect. A strong-willed wolf bending to assist the weak, for reasons Spir couldn't begin to fathom. And then in comes a wolf who apparently spent his time talking to crows.
She'd walked in on this little gathering. For no-man's-land, it seemed fairly commonly traveled. She'd lain completely still in the barren landscape, her reddish-grayish-brownish fur blending in quite nicely. The rain helped, too.
It was a strange little land, these places, with strange, misfit wolves.
"That's an understatement."
Spir didn't have to turn her head to see the ghostly pale image of a wolf next to her. "Must you continue to badger me, Ilila?" she asked lazily, speaking out loud. "And since when can you know what I'm thinking?"
"I am part of you, technically. Not that it matters; who am I to tell?"
Spir sighed, rising from her spot. She drew nearer to the group, listening to their conversation and the voice besides her.
Ilila moved when she moved, stopped when she stopped. Spoke when she listened, too.
"We know the one, Mongri."
"I know," interrupted Spir. Ilila didn't respond with any quirky comeback or quip, like she might've in life. Spir was not fooled; what she saw of her sister may have been real, in a way, but it was an illusion of wha her sister had actually been.
It creeped her out.
She slid along the ground, not even a foot from the river's edge as she traveled upstream. The running water might conceal her movement, and the rain would certainly limit her scent, to some extent. But she would be spotted, she knew. Only a matter of time until then.
She licked her lips, though, her eyes centering on the prostrate form of Wishaway after a moment.

[wishaway]

Wishaway smiled slightly. "Hmmm....thbat would be very interesting...you the god of Death, not a likely story. And I am sorry........stupid Nevar always thinks its some other wolf's fault for his mistakes. I didn't force him to leave the hunt!" Her playful tone turned angered and pained.

She didn't like being told what to do, not even by Nevar. On top of that she'd exposed her biggest secret, she was in love with Nevar. She lowered her head, fixing her eyes to the ground as she listened to Kalsu. "Yes listen to Kalsu, Corvus and stop playing with me!" she snarled angrily, raising her gaze to Corvus.

Wishaway's head shot up as she thought she heard talking. She made the wind blow harder from the direction the voices came from until she could hear the voices quite clearly. She stood, shaking out her rain soked pelt and baring her teeth. "Come out, I already know you're there. I'm not a deaf pup, you know!" she growled.

[Lanie]

"Testy, though!" Spir smirked, her voice projected so that she would hear her. Ilila had vanished, no longer visible next to her, but Spir still felt her. She continued speaking, paying no mind to the conversation that had stirred up between the three wolves in front of her. "And seeing as this isn't your land, I'm surprised to see you barking orders!"
She slid towards them, her reflection in the water as visible as her physical self.[/size]"It is a miserable day," observed Ilila in an unheard tone, echoing Spir's calmest thoughts in a confrontation. Spir chuckled, not caring that to the wolves in front of her it would seem like she were laughing at nothing. "Sit down, and save the theatrics," she said dully. "It would be a shame if you got hurt."

Her eyes flickered to each of them, save the crow - she hardly took notice of it. She acknowledged Mongri with a nod, but she didn't show any other recognition on her face. Her expression was easily visible: eyes glimmering with a hunger that was insatiable with food, head lowered - not in submission, but with an almost evil glint on her face.
Not many had died at the river, in comparison to the other parts of the loner lands. Death had released its grip on her, and she could think more clearly. When she wasn't around death, she craved it.

[wishaway]

Wishaway narrowed her eyes and tensed her body. She didn't like the look of this wolf, especially when it laughed when there was nothing there. "She's mad." Wishaway thought looking over at Corvus and Kalsu.

"Of course I don't own theses lands, I just don't like being snuck up on.....which is hard to do with me. Isn't that right Oh God of Death?" Her eyes glinted playfully as she threw in the last part. She could practically feel the blood lust rolling off of this wolf, it was like she needed blood and death. "Hmm..well then her and Mr. God of Death Corvus should get along." she thought suppressing a smile as she threw a glance at Kalsu.

"I don't thinks anybody's going to get hurt right now unless you start something." she growled, casting a 'don't start anything' glance at Corvus, Morngri and Kalsu. That's when she noticed the recognition. "You know Mongri then, eh?" she asked, cocking her head slightly to the side.

[Eastern]

Corvus looked at kalasu and they shared a brief conversation with there eyes. "Umm, How is it that you know what im saying?!" Kalasu screeched at Wishaway. Corvus cocked his head to the side, "Come to think of it, she did understand the crows before. I didn't realize it then." Corvus said thoughtfully.
"Hello Miss." Corvus said, offering a devilish grin to Spir. He looked over at Wishaway, then back to Spir. "So I'll be the first to introduce myself, eh? I'm Corvus the Crow. It's so nice to be surrounded by these lovely ladies, isnt that right, brother?" Kalasu skwacked an affrimative. "Oh, and this little devil is my brother, Kalasu. Please don't let Wishaway's brashness offened you, she means well....I think." He chuckled.

[Lanie]

Spir chuckled, a low, almost gloating sound. "Wishaway, is it?" she said, venom in her rhetort. She shifted her weight to her hind paws, then to her fore paws again. "Well, I suppose it's a pleasure to meet...some of you..."
"Now you're just trying to aggravate them," came Ilila's chiding voice that only she could hear. Spir didn't respond to it, with looks or voice. "...But first impressions cast aside, I would be Spir. I have met Mongri before, although I don't believe that qualifies as knowing her," she said with a mock-dignified sniff. "As for sneaking up on you, I have none no such thing, intentionally. It's not a very big river, and should I happen to hear a voice on the wind, I have a right to go investigating."
Spir was lying through her teeth, naturally, quite obviously at that. But it was her element. She wagged her tail slightly throughout her 'speech,' the low, down-by-the-ankles wag where there was nothing to be happy with.

[wishaway]

Wishaway's eyes glinted with amusement. "Silly crow, I can understand all animals. And as for you Oh God of Death...I think I'll call you that from now on.....I mean well only if Spir means well." she said, turning her eyes from Kalsu and Corvus to Spir.

"I would say it's a pleasure to meet you too, Spir, especially with your impeccable manners. but I'd be lying." Wishaway smirked, coting her voice thickly with sarcasm in some places.

[Lanie]

"You know, if I knew better I'd say that you are looking for start something," she said, with a jest. But her voice flatlined with her next statement. "Oh, that's right: I do know better."
She cocked her head and grinned, her eyes twinkling as a wisp of sunlight shone through the storm clouds. It seemed to illuminate her, bouncing off of the river's surface; the messy gray in her coat separating from the telltale black, and the white spot on her chest rising with the buffeting wind. "And I assure you, previously I meant...well."
Had she come across an unconscious wolf laying in the middle of the deserted wilderness, it might not have turned out as...bloodless. "Depending on your definition of well."

[wishaway]

Wishaway locked her eyes with Spir in a death stare. "I'm sure you did mean "well", Spir. I, however, was not trying to start anything, and am not trying to start anything now....just trying to figure you out." she growled, shifting her feet and looking over at Corvus and Kalsu.

[Eastern]

Corvus huffed at a breath in annoyance. He didnt want to get in the middle of a cat fight, so he offered them a slight smile. "Well, good to see you again wishaway. And nice metting you...uh..Miss. But I'll be taking my leave now." He gave Kalasu a lets-get-outta-here look, and turned his back on them. Kalasu flew high into the sky, and shot off in a westward direction. "Come along, Corvus!" He called leading the way.
Corvus dashed ofter him, then stopped and looked over his shoulder at the blood thirsty fems, and flashed a grin. "Ta, ta! Try not to slash each others throats, eh?" with that he kicked it into overdrive, and before long he was just a black smuge on the horizon.