We Are Not Alive, We Are Surviving Every Time

Ira's travels had been long and fruitless. What started as a journey for answers only left the roan woman with more questions. One thing was certain though, they were stuck here...unless she wished to travel mils in hopes of finding a past she wasn't sure she even wished to return to. No, chasing whispering memories and the past would only ground her. There was no future there...so a new home must be made.

Traveling the rocky slopes of the mountain, Ira took note of how the snow had lessened in her time away. Croppings of rock even showed their sides through the white bringing new color to the range and soon, new life. From the scents still mingling it was clear that Hieronymous had kept to his word and journeyed to the summit, along with Orlaith and Quicksilver who seemed to still be in the area. Good, one wolf did not make a pack.

Ira would make her way towards the entrance of the mossy cavern. It had proven to be a comfortable resting spot since she awoke and admittedly she was ready to make it her permanent place of sleep, but not before calling the others. She would tilt her head, a call echoing the chambers should any be there currently and out into the cold air for @Orlaith @Hieronymous and @Quicksilver to gather before her so she might make their new name known.

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He dreamed of a dark figure with vivid cyan eyes. Hers was a face he'd seen once before in his fleeting memory, one kissed with alabaster. Quicksilver studied her quietly with his mind's eye as she looked upon him, expression hazy and assumed neutral, and he felt no recognition to this blurred fragment of his perceived imagination.

"Who are you?" Quicksilver thought fiercely, willed the raveness to answer, and he blinked in surprise as her ear fluttered - as though she'd heard him. He swallowed, suddenly fearful of the answer as she parted her jaws to speak, but felt himself deflate as no sound followed. Again and again she seemed to try to talk, but the silence was deafening and he emitted a soft whine of defeat as suddenly she turned from him. "Don't go," he begged of her, and she stopped to cant her snout upward and release a mournful howl into the darkness -

It roused him, though the call that echoed throughout the chamber did not belong to the she-wolf of his dreams. Quicksilver exhaled a wary sigh and shook his head, willing himself back to reality as he gathered to his paws. He ventured toward the cave's entrance and found Ira there, and to her he offered the warmth of a smile that didn't quite reach his powder eyes. "Ira," he greeted and bit back a yawn as he twitched the pale tip of his tail in curiosity, "everything alright?"

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Once Orlaith re-solidified her place within Ira's pack as a guard once more, she didn't venture very far. Her curiosity didn't exceed too much, not understanding the others desire to explore and gain information, seeing as there wasn't much. However, her experience of 'entering' this place of existence also differed greatly, she didn't wake up to a random area, and rather, continued walking. If she did try to re-trace her steps though, the land she crossed would not be the same. She just didn't know that.


Thus, the dutiful flaming guard, Orlaith, kept to the cache and dens. She did not meet anyone new however, despite their smell being in the area, alongst with Ira's. They were safe, for now. With attitude she still had an air of superiority, despite her rank not being high. She counted herself the extra test to deem if they were suitable to the summit's pack.

"What's up," and with a call, the beast drew near.

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One by one, each familiar face arrived, though the expression varied as her gaze flicked to each. Quicksilver was the first, kind in approach though his words suggested a concern, then Orlaith, casual as ever and almost expectant of her news. Then finally Hieronymous, he offered no words, but his presence was enough. It was nice to see that he had stuck to his word, though the bits of her memory that lingered suggest he always had been one to follow through.

The group that stood before her was small, but each showed promise and there were enough of them now that she felt comfortable placing a name to this group. “As you all know, I traveled in search of answers for us all. However, I am afraid to say there is little to share. Our pasts are just that, gone and lost with the mysteries of this land...but we are not alone...and we must not linger with a life still left to live.” They had each other now and there were other groups forming in the wake.

“I have decided that these mountains will be my home. Our home, should you all choose to remain. From here onward this claim shall belong to Vanderfell Woods. Home to the lost souls who have yet to lose their purpose.” Ira paused, watching all three for their reaction. Should they have concerns now would be the time to voice them, though if they were in agreeance then there were only the political matters to handle.

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Ira regarded him quietly, though maintained her silence until the others gathered in response to her summons: a striking she-wolf made of Autumn shades and an unfamiliar mottled male. Quicksilver observed their approaches in silence, sure to smile politely in their direction should they look his way, before all attention was demanded by the voice of the roan wolfess who'd given them a home.

A sterling lobe pricked forward, curious, and his focus was with her entirely as she spoke of her travels beyond their rendezvous. She did not have much news to share of her wanderings, however, and while the druid's lobes drooped in disappointment he was not void of hope. Their individual pasts may be lost to them, but Ira was right: they had each other to begin anew alongside. Snippets of his own memory came few and far between, enough to hold onto, but there was a whole future ahead of them to turn toward.

His pastel eyes lifted as she spoke of the mountain, their mountain as she wished of it, and his snow-dipped tail swept gently to life at his rear. “I am with you, Ira,” he announced, and dipped his muzzle toward the other two close by, “I am with all of you.”

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Orlaith was a large girl, perhaps it was odd when her tail started to wag and her paws lifted and tapped the ground, like a little joyful dance a child would do, "yeah?" Generally she thought this was already there claim, though vaguely remembered Ira only claiming it was a base of information until otherwise. She was glad to be guarding it and having it finally official.

There was quite a few factors that flew over her head, especially the part wheremajority seem to have a lapse in memory. In general, as Orlaith already had a blank history, she could vaguely make out most previous moments, albeit it all looked to a blurr. She couldn't recognize faces, some names seem to be gone- but the spotted wolf looked awfully familiar, yet the fiery woman couldn't say she knew him.

So she continued her lil' happy dance.

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wrapping up here sorry if this post is wonky

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The reactions she received seemed positive enough, Orlaith in particular seemed excited, like a pup at their coming of age ceremony. Perhaps it was the taste of freedom, or she was just simply happy to be there, eager to please. One by one they confirmed their pledges with no complaints to their new name. Maybe, just maybe, this would work after all as they took another step closer to solidifying their claim.

Ira gave a silent nod to each at their words, “If there are no complaints, then there is much to discuss. Come, let us seek shelter in the caverns and address our new ranks. I have thoughts as to what our structure might be.” With little else to say out in the winds of the mountain, Ira raised her tail signaling the others to follow as she stepped around Quicksilver to head down the path the silver-clad man had come from. 

Once they had settled in the comfort of the cave she would continue, naming her former companions with the rank of Vanir and to Quicksilver, Commoner, until they learned more of his skills. The rest of the ranks would be explained though there was little need of them until their numbers grew, alongside their values and future laws.

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