My Lovely{Crag}

[yuluku]

Is this the right place? Nakhota thought practicing his graceful steps and lungful bounds. He crossed into another pack's territory, but, as you know. That matters nothing to Nak -- I mean a wondering Butterfly. "A graceful leap to beat a bee, a be at a beat while betraying a beast! Mwha-hoha-hohoho-ha!" His mouth made tongue twisters and went from about every pitch possible. "Shall be a wonderful beat today as I bestow no foe inside my lows" He sang, quite loudly, almost a howl that came from his mouth. He needed a gesture, a whom to speak to. Tala? He slightly remembered the fae that tried so hard to let him fly. For he, indeed was to have to settle upon these lands for a while. He found a nice patch of lilies by that field and smelt them with ever such loving-love. Ahh, prefect place for the lord of the butterflies to settle. "We set our approach here. If any dare to come and disturb us, they are who shall be disposed of by my minions."

Yes he was delta of this land, but recently indurered a head trauma. For when he asked to join the flock of butterflies named Lakota. They just nodded their wolf-like heads slowly and accepted him as just being a 'harmless' subject in their lands. Thinking Nakhota would just move on soon. And Nakhota probably would, he was quite oblivious to the real world.

[Crag]

He slunk into Lakota territory looking for a wolf to warn about the wolves who planned to bring back Fenris. He stopped and took a deep inhale. He looked up catching a scent not far from him. He hurried forward, but quickly slowed down remembering what the wolf Kurl had said, They are never pleased to see a loner. He shook off this thought and continued toward the scent. As he neared he heard someone sing out: "Shall be a wonderful beat today as I bestow no foe inside my lows" He stopped confused. He blinked and walked closer. After seeing a wolf in a patch of lilies he called out, "Hey you over there! I have to tell you something important!"

[yuluku]

The young, senile wolf stopped as he heard a voice of another call out Important?...That must mean.. Nakhota’s eyes widened. He screamed, “AHHHH!!!! Is the meadow on fire?! NO!” He began to run in circles almost forgetting about the black wolf standing only feet away, “FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! THE MEADOW’S ON FIRE!” He ran in circles more having short spasm attacks and he didn’t stop so in fear of getting his b-e-a-utiful, yet imaginary butterfly wings on fire. “The Lord of The Butterflies is too young to die!” He cried out almost beginning to sob tears. Well yes, that is pretty much Nakhota right there, you cannot blame him. It’s just what he became, getting hit with that rock some days ago made him well; this. “Charlotte! No! I cannot die without seeing my beautiful maiden again!” His panicked voice still lingered, echoing in the wide, open field.

[Crag]

Crag stares dumbstruck at the wolf as he screams about a fire. "N-no there's no..." he says getting cut off as the wolf cries out: The lord of the butterflies is to young to die! "There is no-" he shouts out once again interrupted as the panicking wolf says: Charlotte! No! I cannot die without seeing my beautiful maiden again! Crag waits until the odd creature stops shouting and declares loudly, "There's no fire. A group of wolves is trying to bring back Fenris!" He watched the wolf wondering why he called himself a the lord of the butterflies.

[yuluku]

The young butterfly-wolf fell onto his back panting, “No—no….fire? Wooh, that was a close call.” He exclaimed, “Thy breath almost taken from thee soul.” He said with a dramatic tone and shifting his eyes slowly from the left to right before leaping up and stalking up to the wolf, “Who dares thread upon this land with such light intentions? Get out of here, Ho! Prior to me sending thy minions upon you!” And at that moment, Nakhota’s expressions when senile and enigmatically looking as if he just rose from the ground. A swarm up his butterfly minions began to flutter dangerously close and heading slowly to the black wolf, “State thy business in my lair! State thy name! By law, Who is this Fernis?

[Crag]

"O.k. M-my name is Crag." he stated; his nervous stutter returning. "I am here t-to tell you that some w-wolves are trying to bring back F-Fenris. And as for who Fenris is I never thought I'd meet a wolf who didn't know the name." He shifted his feet and sat down. "A long time ago," he began, "Before even our great Grandparents were born the land was without packs. Wolves almost never traveled in groups and when they did it was when they were hunting, or young, and even then the young didn't stay long. Then one terrible day an evil wolf named Fenris appeared. He created the first pack witch is now called Shinook He killed all who opposed him and took with him those who could not see the disaster it would lead to. The remaining wolves who opposed Fenris created their own pack called Amithyst and those who didn't wish to fight, or take sides created Lakota; the neutral pack."

[yuluku]

“hmmmmm…..” Nakhota constantly thought, squishing his eyebrows in all sorts of directions, “Well if I so believed that this so called Fernis is alive, not saying I do, but saying what if he was somehow connected to a lifespan of the world in a living, breathing, organism…..How could this wolf as old as many ages still be alive. How could a dead man be brought back to life? For only I, Lord of The butterflies is able to do something of such abilities! Fernis? Fernis, my man, Fernis means wolf god. Are you opposing my butterfly race?! Why should I, a butterfly be at all interested in anything to do with a wolf God?” He was still making such … odd eyebrow movement as of looking to inspect if Crag was crazy or not, he could detect a nervous wave and a bit freaked-out gaze from the young wolf’s view.

[Crag]

"What!?" Crag suddenly explodes, "You are not a butterfly! Butterflies have wings and I don't see any wings on you! Butterflies have six legs! You only have four! You're a wolf! You're a majestic, brave intelligent wolf! Not a pathetic butterfly!" he paced back and forth in front of him. "And being a wolf means Fenris will try to kill you!" He continued getting himself more agitated. "I can crush a butterfly under my paw!" As if on cue a butterfly landed just in front of him. He lifted a paw as though he were going to crush it, but he lowered it. He couldn't bring himself to even kill a butterfly. He looked up. "Well, I can!"

[Kismet]

CLOSED DUE TO INACTIVITY

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