Whispered Silence ((Ari))

[kovre]

Blue grey orbs gazed around as he traveled, wondering what new lands he was coming across this time. Every time he had scented a new terra that was controlled by another pack, he had stepped around it, not wanting to cause any trouble on his arrival here. That was all that he needed. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled sofly and kept his quiet pace going, his long lims carrying him easily over the terrain. He made his way through the maze of the Siverian pack lands, and soon he had emerged on the borders of another. He booked it from there, not wanting to stay around long enough for another pack member to come after him. He had been waiting for a long time for the pack leader and the members to arrive. When the time had passed and he still was alone, he had decided to do something about it. He wasn't breaking any rules by venturing out, he was just exploring the land that would become his home. Gazing over his shoulder, the uniquely hued wolvine traveled down the hills and over the logs fallen in his way. And he had come here, hungry and tired.


He was still feeling the after effects of his long journey from his homeland to here. He knew he had to get out of there though or it wouldn't be good. Not after what he had done. He was a murderer, a failure to his siblings and his parents, as well as the other pack members. It would have been a disgrace if he had stayed there, so he had done what he thought was best. He had left without a glance backwards, even though his father had called after him to come back, even after the other members set their howls into the air for him. He would never be able to go back after what he had done. Shaking his head now as he remembered that, he allowed himself to move faster to his destination. The snow beneath his paws kicked up behind him, leaving massive prints in the snow he had run across. When he came across the frozen surface of the lake, he pulled to a stop, sliding a little in the snow. Looking at the water hopefully and longingly, he began digging at the thick layer of ice, trying to get it to break.

[Ärï]

In the white freeze, I never spoke of tears
Or opened up to anyone including myself
I would like to find a way to open to you

Zenya's pale tri-colored form was nearly hidden by bits of snow that had caught in her pelt, turning her white. Down her back was usually dusty light brown, grey and black was now almost unseen while her underbelly and paws had turned white as she trekked through the snow. Liquid topaz eyes scanned the surrounding snow-frosted landscape. Everything seemed quiet enough but then again, Zenya knew not to read a book by its cover when it came to her surroundings. The fae was shaggy-furred with winter growth and skinny, not that she paid much heed to her hunger when winter came. If she found food, she found it but right now she wasn't hunting. She was tracking a wolf simply because she was bored.

The icy femme slipped out of the undergrowth and found herself on the bank of the Twilight Lake. As she gazed across the frozen surface, she saw another wolf. From his scent, he was a brute and smelled almost like a pack wolf. Curious, Zenya loped to the water's edge and onto the ice. She balanced her wieght on her hunches and shoulders, keeping her paws light as she loped across the snow-coated ice, When she stepped off of the lake, she was standing right in front of the other brute with a sly smile on her pretty maw. "Well hello there. Who might you be?" Zenya asked, her voice sugar-coated.

Been awhile, don't know if I remember how to
I'm here waiting on the edge
Would I be alright showing myself to you?

[kovre]

His sharp claws dug and scratched away at the icey surface, and he began to see an improvement. The ice was turning to slush beneath his paws, and he knew he was almost at the liquid below it. His pointed snout pushed away some of the larger ice pieces that had come up, and finally he broke through. He had picked a place closer to the shores of the lake where the ice would be thinner, and he was glad he did. He now lapped at it thirstily, not minding that the water was freezing cold. His throat was dry and scratchy from not having any refreshment over the passed time, and he drank his fill, lapping at the water until he felt better. Lifting his muzzle, he stared out across the terrain, his form become lost in the shadows of the night. He wasn't afraid of being alone because he had been alone for so long. He was used to the solitude and being his own wolf without any guidelines and rules to follow. He was more afraid of becoming a part of a pack and wondered if he had made the wrong decision by doing so. Maybe he should explain to them that he just wasn't cut out for the pack life. But that would be going against his word, and he wasn't sure he could do that. Sighing, he backed up from the surface and was soon standing upon the banks once more.


His form was large, but thin. He hadn't eaten for a long while, but he hadn't felt the need to catch a meal for himself. He wasn't experiencing the hunger pains in his stomach yet because he had trained himself to last for weeks on something as small as a field mouse. He couldn't bring down a large moose or elk by himself without a pack, even if he could do some damage to it. If it was a young one, or an old or weak one, he could do it no problem. But there was no way he'd go to a full grown and healthy moose or elk and have a go at it. Besides, he hadn't come across any. Snorting quietly, he suddenly became aware of the scent of another wolf. A female wolf. He looked over his shoulder for a moment, debating on if he should just get out of here. But he wanted to meet others, he wanted to prepare himself. Looking across the lake once more he saw her. She was dancing across the surface as if it didn't make a difference if it was ice or snow. Tilting his dial in question, he saw her pounce onto the snow and approach him in a friendly way. He was wary by nature and stepped back, looking her over before replying to her words. "Kovre. You?" He never spoke his feelings or greetings or more than he needed to. He just said what was asked of him and what was needed. He didn't want to come across as rude or anything, it was just how he was. He waited patiently for her response, wondering what it would be.

[Ärï]

In the cold breeze that I walk along
The memories of generations burn within me

"Zenya" Zenya replied, giving her coat a slight shake to get some of the snow from her back. Zenya looked at the brute again, banner flicking lightly behind her. The femmora breathed in carefully, leaning a bit closer and studying his scent. Her topaz orbs narrowed slightly as she stepped back looking a little disapproving. "Pack wolf? You smell like them." Zenya took a slight step back. "Heh just when I thought there was someone interesting around." Zenya rolled her eyes and turned to walk away. Pack wolves were annoying, too whimpy to do anything on their own without their precious alpha to tell them what to do. It made her sick. The fae sighed, a fine mist spiraling from her maw. "Another fool to walk with those hopeless loosers" she muttered sadly.

Been forever since I cried the pain and sorrow
I live and die, proud of my people gaining

[kovre]

He watched her carefully as she stood before him, wondering what her purpose was. No one had ever approached him before because of where he was from, and now this time probably wouldn't be any different. Before he came here he had smelt of his old pack, and his old pack was not known for its kindness. That was because of Kovre's brother. So everywhere he went everyone always seemed to disappear even though he wasn't anything like his kin. But of course it didn't matter. And when he had had enough, he had done something about it, which made him only as bad as his brother. He shook his dial now and looked at her in question. He knew she'd pick up the pack scent on him even though he hadn't been around any of the other wolves. It didn't matter because he was within the packlands, and that made the smell stick to him. Looking to her now, he wondered why she hadn't chosen a pack. Maybe it was for the same reason he was second guessing his decision. Freedom. He tilted his dial a little and then became aware of her vocals to him. As she spoke, he listened quietly. He had always been a better listener than a talker, so this was better for him anyway.


As she moved in closer to him, he stood his ground. He wans't threatened by her, and she most likely wasn't threatened by him. But he was still wary because of how he was raised. Watching her every movement, he tried to guess what she would do next, as he did in every situation that he was in with another wolf. That was how he had..well, it didn't matter now. It was in the past and it shouldn't be bothering him anymore even though it did. Sighing slightly, he stared at the fae and was suddenly aware of her disappointment in him smelling like a pack member. That was nothing new to him. But he wans't like any other pack member. He did not rely on his alpha, and he didn't believe himself controlled by one. He wasn't like that at all, and he was sure it was going to cause some type of an issue because he refused to listen. He was young and defiant, and sometimes hard to control. And his size and strength did a lot to help him in his views. As she spoke about being disappointed at his pack status, he gave her a doubtful look. He wasn't egged on by her taunts, and he wasn't going to respond in an offended way because it didn't bother him. "Whatever you believe is fine with me. But how can you tell if someone is interesting or not when you have just met them? And how can you take me for a fool when you don't even know me? I may be a pack member, but that doesn't mean I am happy there." He finished, watching her for a reaction.

[Ärï]

No regrets 'cause I got nothin' to lose
Ever stray!
So I'm gonna live my life as I choose

Zenya turned her crown to look over her shoulder at the brute, an amused expression on her maw. "Oh trust me, pack wolves are all the same. Always foolish and always so dependant. It makes me sick. Whether you're happy there or not has nothing to do with it. It's the fact that you give up your freedom to stand beside fools that could careless if you lived or died." Zenya smirked at the brute. So he could talk back? Interesting. The brute had a bit of an attitude but then again, Zenya had much more of a blunt side then his brujo could ever manage. It was just her way, to be difficult and stubborn. That was what made Zenya who she was. "I don't need to know you, I'm tired of wolves that are all the same." The tri-colored femmora padded back to the Twlight Lake and started to cross it, her paws moving across the ice as if it was normal earth beniethe her paws rather then a few inches of frozen water.

In the white freeze, I never spoke of tears
Or opened up to anyone including myself

[kovre]

Kovre wasn't one to take insults lying down, and she was definitely insulting him. She was giving him a run for his money, but now that he had gotten involved, he wasn't going to back down. Standing his ground, he watched the finely shaped fae before him. She was smart mouthed and quick witted, but he wasn't stupid. He could handle himself, and he wasn't ready to be pushed around already. He had just gotten here, and he had yet to settle in. Whether or not his home was going to be made in the pack lands or somewhere else, he wasn't sure. He didn't know if they'd be happy with his decision to pull out, but then again, he didn't even know them. He had been a part of a pack all of his life, but he hadn't really been a member. The others had feared him because of his scent and his brother, but that wasn't something that he wanted. More often than not, he was outside outside of the pack lands, sleeping and eating on his own. He didn't want to be a part of that family because he was ashamed to put it simply. Not of his father, but of his brother and of himself. He should have stood up more for he members, and he did stand up for them. But apparently not enough. Or he didn't believe that he had done that enough.


But that was how Kovre looked at himself. As he stared at Zenya as she spoke, he snorted indignantly. Was she serious? Sighing as if he was bored by her responses, he turned his gaze away from the pretty wolfess and looked like he was interested in something over her right shoulder. He wasn't trying to do this, it was kind of just happening. As her mouth finally stopped moving, he looked at her for a moment and spoke himself. "And you have met and know every single pack wolf around here? I doubt it. And do not speak of them caring if you live or die. Speak of what you understand." That had gotten under his skin at the moment. It did only because of where he had come from and what had happened to him. His family pack back in his real home had cared a lot about their members, except for one. And it was a tender subject for him. He had let his ears flatten against his head at that moment, but they were forward once more and he was listening to her next words. "So if wolves are all the same, that makes you just another amongst the masses." He finished, waiting for her words, knowing it was going to be something good.

[Ärï]

Is there a place left there for me
Somewhere that I belong

"Trust me whelp, they're all the same in the end" Zenya growled, still moving across the ice. Her liquid topaz orbs had turned cold and icy as she glared at the other bank, stepping onto it lightly. That brute knew nothing. She'd seen these packs before. They were all the same. One among many she may be but still, Zenya refused to act like them. She refused to lay down and let brutes try to claim her. She wouldn't take the orders of some brainless alpha. She wouldn't sit around and guard pups or hunt for some wolf she hated. No. Never. Not Zenya. He thought she was just another pretty face that knew nothing? That brainless dolt was wrong, plain wrong. Zenya had been around, she knew. She knew rejection, she knew heartache and loss. She knew it all. Zenya had been alone all her life. Every pack she had joined had been the same, untrustful mongrels that did't have any brains. Fae-crazed brutes and jealouse femmes. That was all it had been and she hated it.

Or will I always live this way... ?
No regrets 'cause I got nothin to lose

[kovre]

Kovre sighed softly as she seemed to grow furious at his replies. He knew she was not stupid, and she knew she had been through a lot. If she viewed pack members this way then she must have gone through something awful that made her feel that way. He was not stupid, and he could pick up on other's emotions easily. He knew he could not just let her storm off thinking he was some idiot of a male that believed himself to know it all and thought he was in charge. As she spoke to him, he didn't ignore her, but he didn't respond. Not yet anyway. He had never been good upon the ice, but that was the quickest route to her, so he made himself go forward. Kovre kept himself as balanced as possible with his caws digging into the surface to give him added grip. He sprinted across it, with the occasional slip of his feet. At one point he almost landed upon his face, and he hoped he was able to give her a good laugh. As he neared the far bank, he prepared himself from the transition from the ice to the snow. He pushed with his hind end, but that suddenly gave out as he slipped on the surface. How did she make it look so easy? He collided with the ground but rolled himself out of the embarrassing predicament with grace and what little dignity he had left.


Standing once more, snow brushed his uniquely colored pelt, and if wolves could blush, he'd certainly be doing that. Snorting quietly, he shook himself to clear most of the flurries upon his back. That was just wonderful. Just prove her point a bit better Kovre. Shaking his dial, he trotted forward, cutting her path off to the forest. SHe could step around him easily, and he knew that, but he hoped it wouldn't come to that. He stared at her with defiance and fire in his orbs, something that mirrored her own personality traits. He would be straight with her, since they had been doing that since they had first met. "Listen Zenya. Please, I apologize for my words before. I know you are not stupid, and I believe you've been through something that's made you hate pack wolves. But if you give me a chance, I am not like others. I'd like a friend, but if that cannot happen between us then that is fine. I believe it would be my fault, but that's up to you. I never wanted to offend you with my words. If you want to hate me, then fine. That's your choice. I won't lose any sleep at night. But I will feel badly for making you angry and even upset, even if you don't want to admit it. Basically, I'm sorry." He finished and nodded his dial. He figured she'd had enough with him, so he started backing up, ready to disappear into the forest behind him.

[Ärï]

I would like to find a way to open to you
Been awhile, don't know if I remember how to
I'm here waiting on the edge

Zenya stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded. Never in her life had anyone offered an "I'm sorry" to her, ever, much less a brute! The fae sidestepped Kovre. "Friends never turn out well for me" Zenya muttered, trudging off toward the forest once more. "But you might want to practice walking on ice. A little birdy told me we're in for an icestorm tonight." Zenya had been curious about the brute and he'd proven one point, he was different. No wolf had ever bothered to off an apology, even after everything they'd done to her. Zenya tried to act like she didn't care, brush it off and stalk off but she couldn't seem to manage it. Her ears were pricking and there was a slightly toubled look in her topaz pools. "Be careful around the pack wolves. They aren't all like they seem to be." Zenya took a deep breath and tried to walk with her head held high as she made her way toward the trees. Why did she care? So he'd apologized, so what? Usually that would make her simply think of him as another softhearted fool but then again, it was something she'd never had to deal with. It was new and it was rather odd to know someone may, even a little bit, care what she felt. It was definately new and odd but maybe...not unwelcomed.

Would I be alright showing myself to you?
It's always been so hard to do..

[kovre]

Kovre had never been skilled at walking on the slippery surface. He was light on his feet, but for some reason he felt heavy footed and clumsy upon the ice. She made it look easy, and he wished he could do that as well. But he always found himself taking the long way around a pond or a lake because he knew that there was no possible way he was going to make it across the middle of it. It was just easier if he went around. He was surprised at himself for wanting to chase after her like that. Normally nothing could prompt him to run across the icey surface of anything, but she had. It was a bit strange. Why did he even care what she thought of him? He might not ever see her again, or deal with her again. But still he wanted to make things right, and that surprised him. No one but his mother and father had given him the time of day before. His sisters had, but no one else. They didn't care about the young male wolf that could actually be something special in their ranks. They were just worried about his brother. And whenever Kovre stood up to him, they were glad for it, but they believed him to be naive and unintelligent. He was going to lose his life at the feet of his twin sibling. But that hadn't happened. Not at all. What happened shocked them all, and they had no explanation anymore for it because Kovre was gone, never to return. And that was how he believed himself to be. A wanderer who never stayed in one place for long. He was going to talk to the alpha of the Siverian pack. He was going to tell him that pack life just wasn't for him. He wouldn't be an asset, he'd be a pain.


He didn't want to be a pack wolf after his life of solitude. It was a stupid decision to even consider it. Sighing softly, he looked at her now, wondering if she would just brush him off as a softhearted male that wanted to apologize for every blip on the radar he created. But that wasn't Kovre. He knew she deserved an apology for his harsh words and actions. He shouldn't have taken his anger out at her. But he was surprised at her surprise. It was like no one had ever even bothered to say sorry to her for something that they had done, and that was odd to him. He himself didn't usually recieve apologies, but this was different. He had at least heard the words spoken once or twice. She seemed utterly speechless. Once she regained her barings though, he was able to hear her lyrics once more. He kept the smirk from his features and then felt the embarrassment at her words about the ice. "Yeah, well. Maybe you could teach me. It never worked well for me." He commented about his ice walking abilities and then thought about her words before that. He would be patient, and he'd stick around. She'd find that he was hard to shake off as a friend, even if she didn't think him as one. As she stepped around him, he looked over his shoulder and walked after her. She wasn't shaking him just yet. Hearing her warning, he shook his dial softly. "Don't I know it Zenya, don't I know it." He himself knew it the best after his life experiences. He followed her now, wondering if she actually would consider showing him how she walked across the ice, or anything that kept him around her.

[Ärï]

I live and die, proud of my people gaining
I'm here standing at the edge

When Kovre asked to learn how to walk on ice, Zenya actually stopped. The fae turned to look at him. He was right beside her. Had he been planning to follow her? This brute was odd. He was....considerate. It was so odd. He actually wanted to learn something from her while other brutes had just wanted her for a "toy." Maybe....maybe they weren't all the same...maybe....she was worth more then she thought.... Zenya pushed the thought away and watched him carefully. He wasn't trying to trick her or hurt her like all the other brutes had. "Alright" Zenya barked finally. The pale tri-colored femmora turned and padded back to the Twilight Lake. When she reached the bank, Zenya padded a few feet onto the ice and looked back at Kovre. "Show me how you usually walk on ice, walk to me." Zenya remained standing, weight balanced delicately so not too much rested on her paws.

Starin' up at where the moon should be
Stray!

[kovre]

He padded along silently behind her, having no trouble in masking his steps. That had always been easy for him. Being silent. He had always had to to keep away from his siblings when they were younger, and had to keep doing it as they grew older. It was like second nature to him. Sighing softly, he watched her as she seemed ready to sprint away from here, confused about his views and his actions. He was sure she was going to ignore his question, his request. Maybe she would brush it off over her shoulder as if it was another miniscule worry, a problem he had to solve on his own. But truth be told, he was going to be in some trouble if he didn't learn to walk on ice soon. If there really were going to be ice storms, he was done for. The whole surface would be coated with the slippery surface, and then he'd be slipping and sliding all over the place without hope of ever getting around quietly. Then he'd never be able to get food or approach anyone without them knowing. That was a bit saddening. But as she suddenly turned around, probably thinking he was back at the edge of the forest, he caught her surprised expression. He was right beside her, and it looked as if she didn't expect it at first.


He offered her a small, friendly wag of his tail and let it fall still once more. He looked excited for her answer, and once she finally uttered it, he nodded his head in thanks. She seemed like she was confused about this all, but so was he, so that made the both of them. He didn't know why he kept after her like this. Maybe it was to show her that someone could care, that she wasn't alone. And even if he was a pack wolf that didn't want to be one, he wasn't like the others. He pranced behind her like a pup again, excited that he wouldn't be slipping and sliding his way around once more. But as soon as he approached the ice he put on the brakes, sliding to a halt, the snow flying up around him. As she made the transition to the ice as if it was nothing, he studied her feet, wondering how she was doing it. But nothing changed. Tilting his head in confusion, he sighed in frustration and sat down where he had been standing. But then she was intstructing him to walk upon the ice. He looked up at her hesitantly. "This might not go well. No..it won't go well." He admitted and then took his first step out onto the ice. His light footing disappeared as he put all of his weight onto that first step. It was like he forgot how to walk once he stepped onto the slippery surface. And as soon as he began taking footsteps, he began slipping and sliding all over the place, his legs going every which way. It was probably fairly comical. He was so graceful on his feet off of the ice, and then this happened. He finally slipped to a stop at her feet, looking up at her in embarrassment. How could she possibly teach him anything when it seemed hopeless?

[Ärï]

To say the least, Kovre's show of his ice-skills was comical. It took a lot of willpower for Zenya not to burst out laughing but the fae managed a neutral face. Finally the poor brujo slid his way to her paws. Sighing, Zenya bowed her head and grabbed his scruff, pulling the brute to his paws. "You're putting too much weight on your paws" Zenya barked. "You need to stay balanced, some weight on your paws but not too much. Don't lean when you walk, that just unbalances you." Zenya stepped away from the brujo and walked in a circle around him. She didn't move too fast but walked with her head high, paws moving lightly though pressing somewhat firmly, like she was pushing herself to the next step. When she was once more standing in front of him she met his eyes and flicked her tail, waiting for him to try.

[kovre]

Kovre found himself staring at the front two paws of Zenya, but this time he wasn't too embarrassed. She had seen him fall already, and she knew now had bad he really was at this ice walking thing. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled and then waited for her to break out in laughter. But she didn't. He looked up at her in slight confusion, but then figured she was doing all she could to keep it inside of her. Whatever made her happy. He had to say, it made him feel a little bit better about himself to know she was at least trying to be nice. He wouldn't have minded if she laughed too much though, for he imagined it was quite funny. Shaking his dial slightly, he started to regain his footing, but she was there to help him. It was a good thing too, for he was already starting to slip. It was easy to say he hadn't had any experience with icewalking before he came here. It was warmer in his old home, and nothing ever iced over like this. There was just snow, but the lakes and ponds never froze. He kind of wished they had because maybe then he wouldn't look like this much of a fool. As he regained his feet with Zenya's assitance, he wagged his tail in a slightly playful way as she instructed him once more.


He felt like a young pup learning how to hunt again. He had been horrible at it at first. His prey could hear him coming from a mile away with the amount of nose he made. It was as if every dead leaf and breakable tqig had found its way beneath his feet, and no matter what he did or where he stepped, he'd create noise. So he could never get the hang of it when he was young. But he had practiced with it, and now he prided himself with his ability to remain silent. It was something that he had learned with time, and he hoped that this ice thing wasn't the same way. He wanted to learn it quick and get it over with so he wasn't flouncing his way around here when the ice storms came. He sighed in slight frustration as she waltzed around him as if walking on air. Why was it so difficult for him to do something that should be so simple? Shaking his head, he heard her words of advise and nodded his head quietly. He tried taking some of his weight off of his paws, but that proved to be easier said than done. He was on his face again once more, his legs out to the side as if he was completing a split. "Yeah. I don't think this is possible." He said with a small smile, and then got himself back to his feet. He would try again, and hopefully it would work a bit better. He tried distributing his weight evenly, and didn't lean as he took his first steps. He did it successfully, ad was able to walk halfway around her before falling on his butt. Sliding a little, he gave her a lopsided grin and then wondered what she would think about that. Hey, it was progress.