A Foolish Attempt

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H E K K A

Crisp, autumn leaves wavered on the thin tree branches as powerful winds swept Dachau's colorful country side. It was a colder morning today, and one such that left Farbe's only elder wolf to complain about the painful aches in her old bones that left her breathless at times. A slim, and beautifully beige female slipped from beneath a pile of nature's finest leaves, her back arching delicately as she stretched sleep's cocoon away from her. The sun glimmered just over her pack's hillside, the orange and red colors vibrant in the slight mist that hung over the valley. Hekka's voice rose into a squeaky whine as she yawned, her pearled teeth exposed and at the ready now that alertness joined her.

Hekka had always been older than the rest during her days. Brought from the olden packs that had owned Dachau before such a name had existed, Hekka was one of the last survivors from those years. Such good memories flooded her memory as she brought up an amble through the crunchy leaves of her home. In truth, the wolf could not say her life had not been good; it had been plenty filled with wealth and yes, sorrow too. When her mother had died, for instance. A tragic story, and yet another topic entirely. She had seen the progressive stages of the wolf community; the building of civilized packs, the growing of ranks, and the sorting. It was all something she had adapted and adjusted too, another changing factor in her life that made her journey all the more interesting.

The sunlight dappled onto the fae's back as she brought her gait to an even trot, scattering the now dead leaves about the forest floor. It was a gorgeous morning and one that made Hekka long to stretch her legs in a good run for food. It was brisk in her environment, on thing that she had always relished about the trees. Farbe had been her ideal home and she openly respected the Zielle that had chosen said habitat for her to reside in. The Alphas were nice enough; Hekka usually stayed on the skirts of the pack business as of late just due to laziness. She had been tired and traveling from place to place had made her lose interest in the things moving and changing about her. Today was a chance however; she wished for conversation, someone to chat with.

Optics flashed in the golden rays as a streak of grey bobbed past Hekka's paw tips. The scent of rabbit overwhelmed her nostrils and in an instant her hind legs rocketed from her amicable trot to a fast, lurching pace that pushed herself to the limit as she edged closer and closer to the hare with every waking moment. Hekka's thoughts had gone primordial, giving every breath that she drew to supplying her muscles with oxygen to keep their presence within that of the hare's. Unlucky was this particular rabbit that it's brown coat had already turned into a white and grey mixture due tot eh unusual cold temperatures this year. Lucky for Hekka, however, that she had lived miles north from here and this warmth was unheard of in her old reign. With a lung forward that the best hunter would be struggling to out perform, Hekka snatched the hare from the ground, adding to her show a bite to seal the deal. Breakfast was served.

Hekka's race done and her bodily needs almost answered, the she-wolf turned about her, eyes searching for a place to enjoy her meal. The wood around her was thinner than before, leveling out in a wide expanse of meadow before meeting a small lake that gave life to her pack. It was stunning in the morning's soft glow, the lake shimmering with fish as they reached up to lick the azure sky. But where to enjoy her meal? Before Hekka could decide upon a certain spot, a crackle of stepped leaves sounded from behind her. The wolf immediately responded by letting loose her rabbit along with a snarl, claws testing the grass feverishly. The she-wolf didn't know well enough who the intruder would be; the aroma of the freshly killed rabbit was still fresh in her jowls and the scent of the other wolf was deeply embedded. Spinning around on her back leg, Hekka observed as a wolf slunk through the trees several yards in front of her, apparently unaware of her position. Hekka inched slowly forward, her orbs squinting to somehow recognize the feature of this wolf but not to alert her presence to them. After a few seconds the image clicked as well as scent; a male fo Farbe and most certainly one she had seen before. It was distant and yet she could not recall his name. Bikau? No, that tone didn't ring a bell within the she-wolf's long memory.

Better introduce myself. It was a hasty decision, but Hekka clamped down upon her catch and once again entered the woods. Maybe this wolf would like to sit and just talk with her, and possibly eat a morsel or two of her meal. On a day like this, the possibilities were simply endless.

C O M M E N T S ||
Yeeeah, so Hekka's debut post. xD Fail, but next one will be better. I rushed, major, but I really wanted to get her profile out on the table, so here she is. <3

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[Pocket Kitsune]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=F4D179] The fall day was a mild one, for although frost littered the ground in delicate whorls and silver tracings that trapped the disturbances of tiny footfalls of mice and insects like hardened amber--evidence of the true cold snaps that had yet to come in later months--the air carried an almost springlike breath to it. Not entirely warm, but nowhere near as cold as it had once been in previous weeks. Warm enough so that the frost melded into shadow and memory at the first kiss of a pawpad. Amaya, after weeks in the company of small, sleek bodies only just beginning to go rife and dark with the flush of their true colors, was glad to take advantage of the warming shift in weather patterns. The air was restfully still--she couldn't, for a rare change, hear the near-constant stirring of her packmates, or their hushed but distinctive murmur of conversation that ran with the same lyrical currents of the river that lay like a ribboned, silver scar across these lands. The she-wolf found that somewhat peculiar--Farbe, after all, for all it's peace, was rarely as silent as it was now. But then, after the tiny, eager babbles of her children as their lengthening limbs had begun to stretch and outgrow the confines of the den to the point of where soon it would not possibly hold them all inside such blessed earthen walls; that, too, was something of a relief. But scent, ah. Of that, there was plenty. The sharp spice of autumn was somewhat undermined by the musk of two nearby members--the first distinctly feminine in nature, that brought a curving smile to her muzzle. For Hekka's scent was a welcome one, and though the older she-wolf was far removed from her immediate line of sight, her scent revealed that she was not roaming too terribly far from the she-wolf's range. And the second--ah. Her ears flicked forward and back in a swaying dance of fleeting unease brought on by instinct. To a mother, the scent of a male that had not fathered her offspring was the whisper and shadow of a threat. And so one could hardly fault her for the rumbling snarl that jumped to her throat in low, sonorous bass for just a moment as her ears flattened along her skull. But it fled as soon as it had arisen, and she shook herself. [Don't be childish, she scolded herself. Ironic, for all that she was barely anything but, herself. Blaez was hardly a threat, and soon enough, he would partake in the ceremony to greet the pups before they were dutifully presented to the encampments come late spring. And so, her head high, she pranced forward, her steps light and grateful. It was not long before she spotted him before a felled tree. She made her steps louder then, so as not to give him the impression that she meant to lurk and intrude, for it would seem that he was in deep thought. "Blaez," she called out in mild greeting.

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[Pocket Kitsune]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=F4D179] The apology in response to her greeting caught her by surprise. Her pale, ivy colored eyes blinked once, her only outward sign of her confusion. It would seem that the slight male, had, as she'd thought, been lost in his own private thoughts. She felt the slightest flicker of guilt intermingled with embarrassment at having jolted him from them so rudely with her intrusion. All the same, her ears only flicked quietly as she waited for him to compose himself. The question that swiftly followed that apology again caught her unprepared and more than a little baffled as to the path that this bold male planned to direct this conversation. For several seconds, she didn't speak, the words lingering in the air between them, not unlike the vapor of their commingling breaths in the autumn months. This pause was as much from shock at the abrupt and bold query as it was due to the fact that her words would have to be at once tactful but truthful, and in no uncertain terms firm in her answer. "I didn't choose him," she said carefully. And then, a bit more quickly, lest he get the wrong idea, "And he didn't force me or steal me for himself. The Viers matched us together," she said simply, her shoulders rising and falling in a light shrug that rippled through the narrow slope of her shoulderblades. "That is the law of Dachau. We aren't free to choose our own mates." There was a faint trace of wistfulness, a pang of bitterness, in those words. She felt no shame in having confided this in Blaez. After all, it was hardly a secret that Aurex and Amaya were not in love--she could very well be a rock, for all the attention that Aurex paid her at all. But her brow furrowed at his next words, and a slight, low chuckle of amusement bubbled bell-like from her lips. "Perhaps you've just been chasing the tails of the wrong females," she offered, again with a shrug. "One is bound to enjoy your company sooner or later, if that's what you wish. Don't get discouraged."

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[Pocket Kitsune]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=F4D179] Amaya gave her head a gentle shake. Blaez was certainly playing up his degree of dubious belief, and the soft strains of self-pity were strategically placed. Amaya was not one to be played for the truly blind or a fool. Even so, she felt a stirring of sympathy for the brute. Though his intentions were little more than an elaborate setup, she couldn't ignore the fact that his words rang hollow with the truth of his own personal isolation that came with loneliness. Her ears pressed flat against her skull briefly in mild annoyance at his challenging jib. "I have a mate," she allowed with a faint inclination of her head. "By title, at least." She allowed a faint smile to play around her lips. "Better 'later' than never, wouldn't you think?" she countered. At his feigned affront at her words, the grin only broadened, and she shifted slightly, her paws digging slightly into the loam and vanishing beneath vibrant hues of fallen autumn leaves. "It was only a tease, Blaez," she said quietly. "Though I suppose you have a point." She drew in a breath, releasing it a low and heavy sigh, as if her brief confession had lifted from her shoulders a burden that she had carried for months--and perhaps she had. At his step forward, she grew tense, instinct and confusion warring within her for a moment. Her lips twitched briefly, but did not fully unfurl into a warning flash of ivory. But at the nuzzle, her eyes widened slightly, and in spite of herself, her frame relaxed in the face of the unexpected tenderness. It was the first she had experienced in quite a while--any attempts with Aurex had been brusquely brushed aside, or else not returned. She sighed quietly, tail wagging gently once. But at his words, she again grew tense, giving her head a short, firm shake. "Blaez," she said quietly, and then a bit more loudly as he continued. "It's not that it isn't a...lovely offer. But I can't leave. I have my children to look after, and so leaving Farbe is not an option." She fell silent then, and glanced at him, her glance torn between amusement and a quiet sadness. "I haven't seen Aurex in weeks. All signs point to his having abandoned us." She hesitated, turning her gaze aside, clearly torn.

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