The last flower- Enter Eruru

[Mello]

In the moonlight, everything was bright. The rocks were alit, and the water was covered in small diamonds. Pawsteps were heard, slapping harshly against the brown sand. Water lapped at the small paws. A small white wolf was staring out to the sea. Ears flicked at the first sign of danger, as her tail was slightly twitching. Walking forward her nose sniffing the area, she was sure she had entered Skyla packlands.

Chuckling to herself, the white wolf padded forward, limping. A limp pronounced kept her from walking like a normal wolf. The limping wolf passed on the edge of the blue waters, caring very little, that she might be attacked.

She was older, more experienced, but a shaman none the less. Cracking wise comments left and right, she was considered insane and definetly not the people pleaser. She found everything to be a puzzle. Chuckling she looked to the inner packlands. "Here Skyla wolfies." She snarled.

[`Senna]

Senna lay on the sandy Petra beach, staring blankly up at the stary skies. The light from the moon reflected off the surprisingly calm waters, almost looking like it glowed. Here pups were back in the den with Kaija, and she managed to sneak away for alittle walk before her pups needed nourishment again. She knew she wasn't going to have too much time away from them since they needed her, so she might as well enjoy her little free time as much as she could.

'Here Skyla wolfies.'

Senna's sapphire voids tore away from the brillant, twinkling skies when she heard a voice in the distance, as well as a snarl. How, they caught her at the perfect time. Right when she had pups. Any intruder who didn't have a good enough reason to be on her land, and she would make a chew toy out of them. The wolfess swung back her head to realese a loud howl to let them now she was coming. At least they couldn't say they never had a warning. Flashing a menacing, toothy grin to herself, and trotted along the water's edge towards the scent of the new wolf. If she was lucky, it might be a naive Liazo fool who thinks there bold enough to tresspass. Then she'd certainly maul them, just so she could see them in there painful agony.

Once she got close enough, an alabaster pelt stood out under the moon's rays. Unfortunatly for her, they didn't look like they were from any other pack, nor smelled like them. Senna proudly walked up towards the new fae, her stature showed dominance and that she was an alpha. She stopped only a few feet from the wolf, noticing that this one had a limp. The easier she'll fall if she makes a false move.. "What business do you want with a 'Skyla wolfie'? If you have none, then it would be wise for you to leave." Her last words seemed to be laced with venom as she merely smirked at her.

[Mello]

After her snarl, the white wolf wondered if anyone heard her. They better get their tails in gear, as this wolf wasn't a patient one. Her limp was starting to bug her, as dirt was trailed around her somewhat disabled paw. She sighed, and sat down, waiting and resting for a moment.

A wolf was walking towards her, she could smell the scent of the Skyla wolves. She wrinkled her nose up and she sneezed. That smell was quite strong. Smirking at the wolf as the fae grew closer, she knew that the wolf was a alphess. Like this wolf cared. She hated authority, but she knew better than out right bark something. She was too smart for that.

Standing tall, she asked the white wolf what her hide was doing on 'her' packlands. Trapping the urge to spit in her face, she stared calmly with emerald eyes.

"Well, I finally see a hide..." She spat. "I'm a shaman, traveling one since I have no pack. I can tell you're Skyla, and I'm going to be joining your pack. My name is Eruru." She said calmly at the smirking wolf.

She had no need or energy to take care of these lousy wolves at this moment. She needed to get some food into her body and sleep. Then she'll worry about these morons.

[`Senna]

After the first few words that came out of the feas mouth, Senna had to raise a brow at her. She felt like that chew toy idea was rather more tempting at the moment. She didn't like the way she spoke to her, knowing already that she had an attitude, her next words even proved that. '..I'm going to be joining your pack.' She seemed so sure that she was going to be accepted. Senna, on the the other hand, thought differently. She suddenly walked towards the wolf, stopping just a foot away from her face with her sapphires staring straight into her emerald orbs. "Oh, you are, are you? Because the last time I checked, I was the one who decided who's good enough for my pack." Her usual smirk was plastered onto her features, but this time it held a certain malice to it. She felt the urge to stomp down onto her infirmity and just dig her claws into the flesh. Yet, something held her back. The only things that seemed to appeal her about this wolf was that she was a shaman, and of course, her feirocity. Her pack never had a shaman, and having someone who could tend to wounds would be exceptional. Yet, she didn't like the way she spoke to higher rank than her, and that leg of hers would prove to be difficult in times of need. So, should she let her join or not?

Then, an idea sparked into her mind. Something that could get her to join if she was good enough.. and something that would satisfy her need to see pain. She took another step towards her and put her large paw onto her upper leg, laying it there harmlessly for a moment. "The only way to become accepted here, is if you prove your good enough at the rank you want," Her incisors flashed dangerously when she suddenly felt her claws graze down the rest of her leg, feeling some blood coming down it. It wasn't her injured leg, so it shouldn't be that hard. "You said your a shaman. If it's true, then you must get the right herbs to heal that wound of yours." It wasn't that hard of a task, seeming that anyone else who wanted to join her pack, she made them bring down a buck or other prey. Yet, she didn't want to be a sub'ordinate. She was a shamen, so she was going to stick to her criteria for now. If she wasn't a wrothy shamen, then all the better for her. It just gave her a more valuble reason to inflict more damage onto this Eruru.

[Mello]

The white wolf barely blinked, staring at the 'alphess' with a monotone stare. Her emerald eyes looked halfway dead. She was getting annoyed with these wolves very quickly. They thought they were that good. Narrowing her eyes on the fae as she spoke, she sighed. She had expected this. Skyla was known for this. This was going to be a stupid little quest and this stupid wolf wasn't going to be easy on her...who would?

Her eyes smiled mockingly as fae placed her paw on Eruru's shoulder. She was going to wound the white wolf. 'Like this is going to be solving anything wolf..' The white faw thought condensendingly.

She knew that this was normal in the pack life world. She wasn't stupid. She knew she was going to be tested. The white fae sighed tiredly as she felt blood pour onto her scarred leg. She wisely kept her mouth shut, or she would have ridiculed her for such a easy test! A two month old pup in training knew how to take care of scratches. Sighing once more, she walked away from the fae, and saw her perfect remedy. Cobwebs were weaved in between the rocks that had been clumped together. Wrapping her paw carefully in the net, she caught the web only, leaving the nasty spiders behind.

She had plenty to press down on her wound. She cleasned it with her tongue, not even flinching as the irritating pain started. She pressed it on there, to stop the bleeding. She looked to the fae. "I see no Marigold Leaves around here, but I would put the juice to prevent infection. Borage, Wild Garlic, or even Goldenrod." She spoke, in monotone. She wasn't too happy that she had to be wounded to show that she knew how to treat a wound. That was a waste of time.

The white fae was standing tall, the cobwebs, sticking to her white pelt. 'Boring....'

[`Senna]

She heard the unsatisfied sigh that escaped her maw as she walked away from her, as if she was irratated at the task she was given. As she turned her back on her, she simply broadened her smile. One thought came to her mind, and that was how naive she was. The poor creature.. She stopped her dark thoughts as Eruru turned and placed some cobwebs into her cut. She knew it wasn't exactly the best remedy, but considering there location, that was the best she could get. As she told her other plants she could have used in her bored voice, she merely stared emotionlessly at her. Honestly, she didn't know why she even bothered to even attempt to join the Skyla. She didn't show respect, she clearly wasn't very insterested, and

Senna held her expressionless face when she stood back up on all fours, taking another look at the scratch she had given her. It was simple enough, perhaps even too simple. Then, the thought she had before re-occured to her. She wasn't finished evaluating her yet. "That wasn't too hard for you, now was it?" Her ominous voice was close to inaudible, now that the wind seemed to pick up. Senna circled the fea, looking at her at every angle. Looking for weak points, any disadvantages that stoood out. But, there was one for certain that stood out. The leg she limped on before. The pitch wolfess stopped in her tacks just in front of her, casting a glace at it from the corner of her eye. She shifted her gaze up to those emerald voids, then took a few steps towards her once again. "Well, what happened to that..?" Her turquise orbs glinted dangerously in the darkness as she looked down at the shamen before her. Then, without warning, she swiped her claws down her already injured leg, this time, not giving any mercy. True, she only used her claws and not her fangs, but the damage she had done was perfect. No little pansy cut like the last one. She already proved she could handle little scrapes, but now she wanted to see how she would take care of something you could actually call a wound. Her pitch nose twitched faintly to the strong scent of blood that oozed from her gash, refraining from doing anymore harm at the moment. Instead, she simply licked her crimson stained paw. "Heal that. If you do a decent job, I might think about letting you join." The damage that she inflicted onto her was alittle harsh, but she didn't care. If she was a good shamen, then she could do something about it herself. She sat back onto her haunches and watched with an unimpressed look in her eyes. Now it was time to see how good she really was, or if all she knew was the basics.

[Mello]

Eruru stared at the alphess almost annoyed. "Shamans are ready for anything. Anything is up for a Shaman." She quoted. This alphess, probably thought that she had no intrest in joining. Her white ears flicked forwards, listening to the alphess words.

She laughed, at the mention of her limp leg. "Mother." She replied. She remembered that horrible creature that gave birth to her mind. It was a bad memory that the fae didn't want to think about. Her tail flicked towards the side and she looked at the fae. Her eyes widened slightly as she got the scratches on her leg. She growled lowly. "Why do you keep wounding me for no apparent reason? May I know my attackers name, as well."

She walked back over to the clump of cobwebs and packed it in even more after few licks to cleanse the wound. "Same things I'm sorry. It's deep but after cleaning it a few, and changing the poultice, it should heal. Maybe even leave a scar."

((Sorry about the inactivity. My computer crashed.))