Greyfeather Pack Lore
Posted 2022-02-21 08:06:29 (edited)
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Posted 2022-02-23 05:50:31 (edited)
Early Spring, Year 9 Year 2 of Ákiljöf's Reign
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Posted 2022-02-23 23:51:10 (edited)
Mid-Spring, Year 9 Year 2 of Ákiljöf's Reign
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Posted 2022-02-24 22:11:58 (edited)
High Spring, Year 9 Year 2 of Ákiljöf's Reign
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Posted 2022-02-25 21:21:34 (edited)
Late Spring, Year 9 Year 2 of Ákiljöf's Reign
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Posted 2022-02-26 21:56:32 (edited)
End of Spring, Year 9 Year 2 of Ákiljöf's Reign
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Posted 2022-02-27 21:54:30 (edited)
The veil separating our world from the Lunar Dreamlands grows thin . . . Start of Summer, Year 9 Year 2 of Ákiljöf's Reign The sun had not risen yet but the sky was lightening, promising the early dawn of summer. The air was cool as Kamakshi came awake; the scents of their current rendezvous and her pack mates rose slowly and comfortingly into her awareness. Though summer had just begun, it never got too warm here and she was hesitant to stir from her warm place next to Ákiljöf. He was breathing steadily, still curled in a dark ball, eyes closed peacefully against the day. The pale highlights of his fur seemed almost to glow against his jet black coat in the dim light. Kamakshi yawned, her lips and ears pulling back as she squeezed her eyes shut and gulped the chill air, pulling her further toward consciousness. With the smallest movements she lifted her hips and rested down on her other side, her belly favoring toward her mate now and making him easier to reach with her muzzle. She licked under his ear, meaning to rouse him gently awake, but he did not stir. Only then did it occur to her that it was strange she was awake before he was. He had made no hard journey recently, nor suffered any difficult battles. Ákiljöf was always the type to rise with the sun–often ahead of it. Her ears folded sideways and she smiled slightly, meaning to tease him for this slip and win some groggy affection from him while he was too sleepy to resist. She pushed her pale muzzle into the thick fur at his neck and gave him a quick but firm nudge to wake him. Before she could measure his response, however, a strange scent filled her nose–it was an incomprehensible mixture of dust and ice and mold. This was not Ákiljöf's scent, but it was familiar. The Dreamlands he had once called them; called so before him by his father, Grárfax, who had established the pack and first experienced the strange place. A place visited only by an alpha, of Grárfax's bloodline it seemed so far, and only in dreams. A place filled with familiar but strange creatures and places–a mirror land infested by the light of the moon. It existed, it seemed, only in dreams, but it was real enough to leave strange objects behind in their world and to leave scars on the dreamer. Kamakshi pulled her muzzle away, snorting out the scent in displeasure as she swung her head away from Ákiljöf and out toward the western sky. There, lingering behind the line of thick pines still just tall shadows in the dim morning light she could just make out the moon peaking between the trees. She never would have noticed if she didn't know to look for it–when the dreamlands were close the moon seemed to hover perpetually in the sky. Ákiljöf stirred beside her and Kamakshi let out a small surprised whine, whipping her head back around to nuzzle her mate again, disregarding the smell now. He unfolded himself a little, pressing his front legs out in front of him in a half-hearted stretch even as Kamakshi threatened to roll him on his side with her persistent nuzzles. "You're up early," he yawned, his tail beginning a lazy wag of greeting across the ground. "You're up late," she countered as she lifted her head again to look at him. Kamakshi sneezed despite herself and Ákiljöf folded his ears back in surprise. His gaze shifted away from her and his nose twitched subtly, picking up that strange scent as well. The memory of his dreams drifted slowly back to him. "Ah," he said slowly, "I think it's . . ." His words faded as he turned his eyes toward the western sky. Kamakshi watched him seeking out the moon just as she had. "It is," she confirmed quietly. "Please be careful." Current Greyfeather Pack Members: Today's Events:
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Posted 2022-03-01 11:22:59 (edited)
The veil separating our world from the Lunar Dreamlands grows thin . . . Early Summer, Year 9 Year 2 of Ákiljöf's Reign
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Posted 2022-03-02 06:23:09 (edited)
The veil separating our world from the Lunar Dreamlands grows thin . . . Mid-Summer, Year 9 Year 2 of Ákiljöf's Reign
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