Thread: What's Mine is Yours (Kolath x Feral)

The howl sounded throughout the mountain ringed valley, it echoed through the houses and buildings that made up the secluded town hidden deep in the forest in this hidden valley. It came from the watch in the only pass that led into this valley, the only way in or out. The howl marked the passage of an expected party, a neighboring Alpha had arrived. The day was getting on the sun already starting to set behind the western ridge. It was a small group that rode into the town just as the shadows reached all the way across the streets. Even though none of them wore any form of insignia, none of them would need introduction to any in that town. All four without exception were legends in their own time. At their head rode Ralph, Fang of the North, Alpha of all the northern clans, and most important to all those in this town betrothed to their princess. Behind him on the left rode his brother Randale, Wolven Shield, said to have held back an entire clan of roving werewolves from the eastern wastes. To the right rode Carnor, Fire Wolf, said to be the strongest of the spellwolves still alive. To the back of the group rode an elegant she-wolf, Venna, sister to Ralph, and high shaman of the northern clans. Together they made a rather impressive sight. Ralph and Randale both in heavy leather fencing coats, with metal bracers, all embossed with gold wolf motifs. At their sides hung swords, and broad sword for Randale, and a rapier with basket hilt at Ralph's. although the swords were useless to them in their wolf form, they preferred to rely on that as rarely as possible, hence the swords. They also wore a thin circlet of gold around their foreheads. The other two were rather similarly dressed, both in long hooded robes marking their office. Venna wore white with a gold chain around her waist and hanging down almost to her feet. Like her brothers she also bore the thin gold circlet. Carnor's robe was of a light brown with a sash of purple going from shoulder to hip. In his hand he carried a long knurled staff that when he stood at his full six feet two inches would still be several inches taller than him. The party rode through the town, the hooves of their horses clopping lightly on the cobble stones. It wasn't long before they arrived at the front of the alpha's home. They all dismounted and Venna took a deep breath sighing deeply. Ahh, wolf's fruit, it has been far too long since I have been far enough south to smell it. If it would only grow in our home. Even as she was talking she had to close her eyes to push back the change that the sweet smell encouraged in werewolves. If one was to inhale the scent from the flower directly only doing the same with a blossom of wolf's bane would turn you back for several hours. Ralph laughed softly brushing a lock of his shoulder length dark auburn hair back from his emerald green eyes. Careful my dear sister, you know how strong a reaction you have to that fruit. He was of course referring to the time that Venna had gone full wolf for nearly a day without constraint and in the process mated with Carnor. It wasn't that she hadn't wanted too, but the spellwolf had not been her chosen mate and it had taken all of Ralph's skill to stop a war from breaking out. It was as was so often the case that the father of her future mate had been more hurt then the mate himself and after a little fast talking Ralph had worked out a arrangement that met all the involved parties wants and needs. Turning his mind back to the matter at hand, Ralph sighed looking up the steps to the grand hall where he would most likely be meeting his mate soon enough. He cursed his rank and his noble nature wishing at times that he could let himself just run away from responsibility. However he couldn't all that he could really hope for was a arrangement that worked out for most of the parties concerned, and hope it worked for him as well. Such were his thoughts as he waited for his future mate and the fellow alpha to appear.