A soft breeze in the trees, Storm Alarm...

[Storm Alarm]

Crossing new territories was dangerous, and even worse; she had no idea where she was. With muzzle pressed to the earth below her she abruptly halted, one ivory fang bore in irritation. The laws of the wolves compulsory her to not take another step farther, she had already crossed a good ten feet in to a wolf pack territory. With a dry grunt she lifted her might rim gray skull in one upward motion; haunches jabbing upward from her thick gray pelt.

Mustard-yellow golden orbs shifted in to the darkness, the looming figures of trees standing over her and brushing their leaves against the devious, backhanded femora. Mighty jowls parted, ivories gleaming in the moon’s light, she didn’t want to do this, but she did. Hell-strung vocals rang out in to the night air, stirring even the farthest star. Along the vocal scale she found a fairly low note making it earsplitting and deafening. Storm Alarm’s song didn’t last long though; it quickly came to an end as she made her point very clear.

And now she waited. Reclined to her grand haunches, cranium lowered in a respectable comportment, large talons scraping up dirt. This place smelt of warm maple that oozed down the bark of trees, a polished scent of nature hanging in the air. It was a pleasant smell, a scent that Storm Alarm wouldn’t mind wearing herself if she would be honored to become one with this pack. Tassel flicked at her bulky front pads with impatience, she was a strong warrior, with a mighty footfall, but she needed some work on her patience because she had very little, if any.

Skull turned upward, orbs gazing off in to the distant stars. The moon was only half tonight, and had only a faint gale glow. But pleasant non-the less, it was just enough light to torch a trail and make the terra firma observable to the wolven’s gaze, a soft smile playing her stone-colored lips. So far everything seemed right, she liked it here, it was quiet, calm, and tranquil. Even the trees seemed content by the way they moved in the wind, making supple music with their vegetation and their brushwood.

[Spire Holder]

The tree's wavered at the slightest touch of a breeze. The earth rumbled but it was no earthquake. It wasn't even earthquake related. Slowly the grass trembled at Storm Alarm's pads. The skies above began to cloud, the heat was beginning to cool and then the rain struck without the simplest warning. Another gust of wind sent the spiral of rain droplets into the wandering woods. The pines were thick in this region and hid the approaching shape very well. Faintly transparent, with no pads but a mist that followed at his pads. Large, bigger then any normal he wolf. He was stark white, a crimson gaze that was unmoving. It showed no anger, it show nothing. The earth spoke for him, the ground rumbled again. It made an angry snarl that contricted the air and made it humid. The small flowers that were loosly scattered acround where the fem sat slowly began to wilt. The white wolf moved in a smooth mannor, he stayed shifting threw the forest with no sharp movments. He was a ghostly mannor, moving like one. Swift and sweet, then slowly he appraoched the female. His eyes and his form held no sign of anger but you could feel it around the small edge clearing in the woods. Then the earth rumbled and shook and a voice wrapped itself around the grove.

"Female, you trespass into these lands. Cunningly and Bravely, you never once hid your coming but maybe too bold?" The males voice was loud, like the thundering above. Lightning flashed above and the slight drizzle hardened but not much to hard as his voice continued."Tell me your dubbance, give mne the reason of entering.

The winds wavered and died. The only thing that still made noise in the forest was low breathing. Then a blast of frigid air entered the grove and the humid temp was cooled swiftly. A long sigh was given off from the trees that were bending from the draft. Slowly the form rounded the female, watching her strearnly, his eyes showed nothing neither did his body language. Thats how the spires were born, to hide thier aligations until proven truely over time. His pelt didn't lift or fall to the breeze. Little did the female know that his form held the power to make the earth fall out from under the fem and destroy her. He let the wilted flowers revive themselves in the gentle patter of rain. His bland eyes caught hers for a second and he didn't release them. The spire didn't even give her the slightest showing of motion, if this fem desired to rule this damned pack lands then she would have to show her compassion for nature. A faint zypher pulled threw strands of hair in his coat and only he could spot the quick image of a ghost faultering from the forest beyond. He directed his eyes back towards her and titled his head slightly. Moving back towards her, he sat on the mist the furled around him like a blanket. It slowly crawled along the ground towards the fem and curled about her. He was waiting patiently like any earth bender would so do.

[Storm Alarm]

A dull grin crept over her devilish jowls, “The wind of fate chased me here,” she began, letting her mighty legs absorb the power of the quakes below her body.
”And the trees gloomed me here, I was just following this dirt path, and I’m not in fault.” She said sternly, “Because non live here, not even you truly live here. You live of the earth; meaning if no one lives here this land is free for my wandering. I only stopped to be polite,” she replied ever so nonchalantly.

Body remained ever so calm, not a fang nor claw insight.
”Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.” Her voice was fluent, with a thick tone of water that trickled down a creek, but equivalent to a storm of great proportion, “My name is Storm Alarm, and I come out of this nature to bring forth nothing.” She replied, taking his words in order. The femora was tricky, with hymns and rhythms with everything she said, although she wasn’t trying to trick anybody, mealy to make the conversation more thrilling.

Large built shifted upward, maintaining her mustard-yellow gaze back at his, pads shifting against the wet and soft moss below.
” Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Nevermore?” the words that came from her mouth were like a harp playing a tune, yet so unrealistic that even the sharpest minds could understand what she meant by her words, maybe she didn’t understand either.

Ivory tassel gave a flick, lowering her mighty skull, auds laying back to a slow respect to the massive ivory brute before her.
She had a brave heart, to challenge such a great spirits with her silly rhythms, yet she seemed to take pleasure in how different individuals would react to what she had been saying.
Would they be perplexed, traumatized, irritated, or maybe even rickety? It didn’t matter, she could cope with anything anybody through her way, she just seemed that way like she could ooze like a melted crayon over any situation. Blend right in with anything somebody did or told her about.

[Spire Holder]

His face showed no proplexity. He simply stared blankly at her. Nothing moved him, he listened to her words but said nothing. Only simply the spire floated around her, then walked up to a rock he jumped upon it and sat. Looking down upon her bland eyes. Nevermore, nevermore. Echoed in his ears it did but he showed nothing but blankness. The earth shook and rumbled and a voice whirled deep around the forest. It spoke something that this female could never comprehend. It was the tale of an ancient time, a time when all lera spoke the same verse. But now, deviding into a deep group of languages that made all animals impossible to understand. The spire sounded as though he was chuckling but his maw didn't move. Gently he spoke, at first it spoke as a cold chanting noise then booming into heartfelt thunder.

"Ish snar caul do. Ike luno ji wun ma y sta trabajo suun yuly. Tyin sty aee uni oyn par bnan. As ya tu lwaan shiisk vhaaun." Faintly his eyes blink but it was nothing a mortal could see. A mortal could not understand his words of wisdome. But only the dead could here it, and the ones who lived within past years. These wolves no longer exsisted. And only a few spires still connected with these words. But most of the time these spires spoke in an understandable language, the language of mortals. A light hiss escaped from the jowls of the male and finally a smile crossed his face. But when his lips moved nothing sounded, nothing made a sound within the grove. For as the son of earth only that foliage understood, they bloomed and flourished as he made reassuring growth spells. The woods was swept with the beautiful scent of life. "I am Terro, Earth Spire, or spirit. Son of the land you tread. And you tread with bravery. I enjoy thy company but you have lots to learn about being an alpha. I belieave that it was your quary is?"

Terro smiled, but it was almost irreadable. A shadow cast along the ground and the mist that once furled around his body had disinagrated. The form of Terro turned more real, his eyes a deep brown. His coat thick with white fur, large pads carried him lightly but with power over the ground. His long tail flicked, when he hit the ground and padded forward flowers were left in his prints. Gently snatching one from the ground he held it between his jaws ever so carefully. Ever so carefully he slid the beautiful white flower behind her ear. Terro was a charmer, one as good as a cobra but a cobra was a charmer in vain. Terro was a charmer in friendship. He sat beside her and looked up into the sky that was well clouded over. Another drizzle was beginning to patter across the green grass. It made the stalks flourish even more then Terro could provide, as powerful as Terro was he could never surpass mother nature. Terro chuckled, his ivory's glimmered as lightning flashed. Crimson eyes brushed over her large form, but she could never over power him. No mortal could, for he could never die.

[Storm Alarm]

“Then I’m guessing you know that every mortal has lots to learn,” she replied, the flower’s stem curling ‘round her slate gray aud.
”Because if we could not learn, we could not grow.” Her words were gentle, forming at her lips as she too looked up at the sky. She had heard of such sprites, one ruled every element in the galaxy. A wolven spirit ruled everything from the smallest trick of water, to the Earth, even the stars had rules as well, and everything did.

Tassel flicked, curling round her large paws that sunk in to the earth below. Moss curled up against her paw, grass brushing her limbs, and flowers dancing in the cool breeze. The same breeze made her pelt rise and fall, swaying it violently to and fro.
”So I’m guessing that you’ll be the one to teach me for the rest of my days?” she inquired, “If not you then who?” jowls parted, hell-strung vocals speaking.

”Back in to this territory turning, within me all of my soul burning. Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore. Then, I thought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor, quoth the raven, nevermore.” She spoke of many things in her rhyming sentences, letting them flow from her jowls like a liquid cloud made of ice. Tassel flicked briskly,
”Well Terro the Earthen Spirit, who spirit remains untwined due to the pull of your love the earth, so that you yearn that keeps you from the rest of the deceased?” she paused, “What made you wish to stay alive, despite being dead…If I can ask,” she inquired again, filled with bountiful, yet ever-so tricky questions filled with more meaning then that first hits the aud.

”Because I’m nameless from here and nevermore, oh do quote that thee Raven, quoth him ‘Nevermore.’” A sly grin crept over her jowls, many in her days she had out-witted, out-smarted, and simply mind-boggled many with the strange words put together that she spoke. But maybe, she had met her match with this spirit, Terro, he seemed to understand what she said, in an odd sort of way…Maybe he did.

[Spire Holder]

"Hmm, hmm, hmmm." Terro laughed to himself slightly as he caughter he auds. And with his own words he would enchant her like no other story could be enchanted. He had his own ways to confused and bewilder. But within he simply listened to his own words and truely not even he understood himself totally. Gently the wind pressed against him. Sending a vibrant wave of droplets over his pelt. He bathed himself with this water and then he began to weave his tail. His voice creeping threw and around her mind. If she caught his lush words then, maybe, she was alphess enough for these terras. Or maybe she was destined to be a leader of a more powerful descened pack land. Terro laid down and he let his booming voice turn faint. It began to sing of a time when all the hale within the isle before the battle outbreak. He knew his song would go slow and that it was hard to understand his meaning. But this she wolf with such cunning could understand. He simply watched her as he cleared his throat and took in a deep breath. His song could not break or otherwise his past would be broken.

"When I was young and unbroken, the world was left without spoken. Many of wolf gave token, but none of the boundries were ever broken. It was a time of lore, a time when all must score. To catch the greatest boar, do the lore. The skies were not felled, because thats what the lore fortelled. I was young and mearly a twinkle in thy parents meld. For thier eyes were never felled. The mother of nature, and the father of earth combined. There bodies became entwined, and then I was born beneath the summer vine. For they combined. The lore also told of the battle that had begun before my birth. I was to be the one who saved the father earth from a muddy mirth. For I could not do anything before my birth. I grew, and I expaned, and I also understood. Proudly above my my father I could. Bringing forth the grassed because thats what I understood. The fighting had well ended, but I still earth bended. Death came when I was suspended, thats when the fighting well ended. Mother Nature and Father Earth were apart of me, so that meant me or my brothers and sisters could not flee. We were left to be part of this world forever to be. For Mother nature and Farther earth are apart of me."

Once Terro had finished he eyed her closely. He stood and trotted over to his blouder, once again leaving a trail of flowers behing him. Terro had grow used to this chanting that now it was apart of him to fortell. Terro jumped up onto his rock and curled, facing her. He smiled. Large bold head thrown back, maw pointing right up into the drizzle. Eyes opened, not phased by the droplets. Lips part, in total hero stance he let the song churn in his mind. The shock wave continued and the song rumbled in his belly then boiled up threw his throat. Then it exploded from his voice box. Erupting threw the silence in the small grove, all around the trees shuddered. The voice was loud and even though the words were unadiable you could feel thier meaning. Sense it in all the parts of the Earth Region. For Terro was connected more to Nature then to his own body, it had always been that way even in life. Even before he knew of his birth he had known of the vegitation he must protect with all his might. Terro wished for her to join him in his next chorus.

[Storm Alarm]

Cranium lifted to the air, jowls parted, and hell-strung vocals rumbled deep within her voice box. She found a comforting note just above Terro’s in the musical scale. Her voice was lower then most females, but elegant non-the less, it had soft zing to it as her accent as slid up the musical scale.
Tassel curled round her sturdy limbs as she harmonized with the spire, her song having no real meaning but that to harmonize. After a few moments of lost songs, her throat began to burn with heart, lungs expanded and felt as if they were to burst inside of her body.
A soft tingling sensation brushed her blood, running down her blood and in to her limbs and paws. The feel of stepping on a thorn brush oozed its way around her body, until finally she had to quit. Her song came to a quick end, inhaling the brisk air friskily in to her lungs, chest heaving. With one last gulp of air, her cranium lifted to the atmosphere again, once again her vocals released in to the dark night. A wake of silence from nature occurred as the two began to sing, even the crickets seemed to stop chirping their own songs to listen to that of another.

The flower that had been places at her aud slowly fell, the vine giving one last attempt to remain upright before it slowly fell back to the earth. The flower wilted simultaneously in to a small pile of ash, where it would be reborn back in to an even larger, and more beautiful flower then in it’s previously life.
That’s how the world worked, you lived, then you died, then you lived again, and then you died. Until you have learned the true meaning of life you would continue to be reincarnated. But when you did understand the meaning of life you would become one with your element. It’s the pattern of life that had happened for thousands and thousands of years. Many creatures did not understand the cycle of life and death, for example the humans. They did not understand many things that the earth, the stars, the water, and the fire tried to explain, and never would.

Once again, the feeling of lack of oxygen began to tickle in her body. A soft burning in her trachea and an aching pain in her ribs, as her heartbeat began to slow. As her song slid down the musical cord until it slowly came to an end. She was finished; she would let the Earth Spire finish out the song. She took one violent inhale of brisk air, feeling the tingling sensation being washed away as the air ran down to her lungs, always a calming feeling. Golden gaze shifted towards Terro, a yielding beam upon her jowls. The wind continued to ruff her glorious pelt, surveillance Terro.

[Daughter Winds]

Terro finished his own chorus but he never stopped. A spire could sing forever because thats what the lore told. Terro looked fondly into the face of the female. He could feel her bravery and he could feel her kindness 'pon the wind that touched his auds. Terro began to think to himself. Recalling the ancient verse, and it went something like this. Terro parted his jaws, pearled ivories glimmering against the soft moonlight that pittled against thier pelts. He slowly began to chant in a mystic harp voice.

"The lands lay unbroken.
Till the ancient verse was spoken.

Black pads tilled the soils.
His bloody heart that boils.

He tore apart of lore.
Left it to the floor.

His heart feeding 'pon darkness.
Only him and a female alone could harness.

And so Keiren called to Alliea.
She was the only alphena.

Together they strayed.
Never once have they bayed.

But soon a war broke out.
Fighting snout to snout.

The winds they balled.
They also called.

Then a female was born.
To stop the forlorn.

Of course she had outwit them.
But they never found the gem.

With the earth battered and beaten.
Mother Nature and Father Earth were Creat'n.

A young male to heal the earth's suspension.
But now with the earth's healing there was a tension.

Another male was born.
But was strong and well morn.

He taught the weak.
And he was defiantly sleek.

These spires, both good and bad.
Where the ones to protect this pad.

No matter the circumstances of confidentiality.
This was Suspended Reality."

As Terro finished his peom he looked into the face of the female. He knew deep down Storm Alarm could handle the job of alphess of these lands. So Terro walked towards her and placed his nose to her shoulder.

"I dub you not only your name, but I dub you alphess. And I hope you show your good intensions." Terro smiled and then slowly he began to fade away into the forest now becoming nothing more then the oaken trees and Pines. The lore still chanted within the small grove. And it was because the alphess must remember it for all time.

[Storm Alarm]

The long poem implanted itself ‘pon her brain like a fingerprint where it would remain. The words rolled over her tongue silently as she repeated it once to herself, tassel giving on Farwell sway. The cold morning air being pulled in to her lungs as she straightened herself up, skull in an upward notion. Jowls parted, to let her eraser pink tongue swipe over her muzzle now the game had begun.
Limbs began to shift, body began to move, and soon Storm Alarm was in a full out run. Pads violently being tossed in front and behind her as she swiftly moved amongst the ravine. Soon her jowls parted and tongue flops between her teeth in heaved breaths but she continued to press on.

Mighty muscles rippled under her glossy rim gray coat, small patches of sweat breaking over her pelt as she ran. The trees began to grow denser the farther she went, the land below her mass even darker in rich earth. Paws began to move slower now, the air she inhaled opaque with flowers and trees. A soft flicker ran down her spine as she slowed her mighty stride to a walk, orbs shifting around in a curious manner. It was pleasant here, calm and tranquil. The birds sang happy songs, the rabbits flickering amongst the grasses, and prey in every which way. Tassel flicked once more, a soft sigh running up her voice box. It was nice here, but she needed rest. That long journey here took much of her energy and that long run took even more out of her.

Storm Alarm didn’t ask for much, especially with her fatigue, she simply found a small overhand created by a weeping willow’s branches and laid herself underneath. The soft earth cushioning her skull and body as she laid herself down. Orbs half closed, tassel curled round her pads. Despite falling in to an endless deep sleep, her slate gray auds rotated uneasily with alertness, never seeming to rest atop her skull.