Away from White Isle (Dyrid)

[Elektra Falak]

64th Day of Spring, 510AV

Everything around her was a perfect cloud. White Isle flooded with Konti from every land around the world and as Elektra leaned back against a nearby wall, she allowed each person to pass and go, without noticing her existance. The small girl was only 12 and she didn't understand why she was there or what she was doing. Each girl glided past her though, in a perfect whelm of perfection. She felt isolated, uneven from the rest of the pack. The elder though, and her grandmother, promised her the same thing every day. "One day, you will grow into your abilites, Elektra. There is no need to rush perfection." The words echoed in the young girl's mind as she watched each perfect Konti pass by her without even a glance to acknowledge her existance.

Though the flashback died deep into her memory, as she found herself brushing Frostmarch again in the present time. She was 19 years old, and finally a brute force, ready for anything. Her grandmother, who passed away from violence, was correct on a few things about Elektra, but not everything. She still was nothing like the rest of her pack, but she did grow into her abilites. A soft exhale showed Frostmarch's content over the situation at hand. She glanced behind her shoulder once more, seeing her mother talk gently to the neighbors. She shook her her head slightly, not allowing the debating thought overcome her final decision. She was leaving, and leaving for good. After mounting her last bag onto the back of her horse, she mounted it quickly. "It's going to be okay, Frost. We're going to be happy now," she whispered into the horse's ear, before commanding her forward.

***

Elektra's eyes scanned across the surface of the waters, hearing the gentle sound of the sloshing against the shore. There was an uneven silence amongst the trees that evening, and as the soft wind picked up, it sent a wave of uncalm down her spine. Her violet eyes glanced over her shoulder in a habit she had been forming over the last several days, seeming as if someone had been following her, or keeping a very close eye. A soft smirk ran etched across her perfectly carved lips at her foolishness, before turning back to the water. Spring had finally arrived, and that would signal the 1st full season away from her pack, and yet she continued to search for a home, a family.

A creak was heard behind her, and immediately she was in a crouch position. Balancing evenly on the toes of her feet, she tied her blonde hair back into a loose ponytail, only to watch her bangs fall back into her face. Swooping them out of the way with one gentle glide, she turned her attention back to the forest in front of her now. Silence waved itself across the setting, as she remained in complete stillness. Whatever the creak was, it knew she was there and knew that she was aware of it's existance. Smirking slightly, she stood to her feet, brushing off the back of white shorts and evening out her shirt. "Now, I'd show myself if I were you," her voice etched with amusment.

A spark of curiousty danced through her eyes though, as her eyes scanned each and every tree, shadow and gap. There was nothing though, nothing she could trace. Feeling the water hit the back of her heels, she looked down quickly, distracted. Mistake. The creak came once more, and this time closer. Crouching immediately again, a soft growl escaped her lips. "Show yourself.

[Dyrid]

Dyrid awoke just before the sun stretched across the horizon. Curled into a bawl under a over hanging fern, nipping at his own tail playfully as it came into veiw. Yawning while arching his back relieving the crook that had formed while sleeping. Nostrils flaring taking in all the smells the morning had to offer, trees, grasses, morning dew, fresh sent of the stream not far to his right,...a horse. The kelvic was startled at the sent horse, the only time he saw horses people were always with them. Painfull images flashed before Dyrids eyes. The wizard standing over him while restrained by collar and shackels, the wicked fire in his eyes as fist contacted flesh. Dyrid growled with so much hate low in his throat so no one would hear him. Eyeing the pack that laid under the fern giving a disapproving kuff with the idea of wearing skin. Thinking back on the old iron ring that kept his wild side hidden, deciding skin was better than collared he shifted. Fur turned to tiny particles of light the formed in the shape of a naked young man with hair the color of snow. Body shaped and worn from his time with the wizard, he looks almost human. Only one thing gives it away, his eyes a icy shade blue said one thing, that a predator lies with in.

Wiggling the fingers on his newly formed hand Dyrid stretched away the tingle shifting left him. Bending down and opening his pack removing the white linen shirt and pants. Dyrid was not shy of his nudeness clothes were restraning they kept him from shifting, but human's feel differently on the subject. With a small growl he tugged the pants to his waist, and the shirt over his head. Safely securing the pack over his shoulder he set out to find the intruder. Laughing to himself as taking refuge so close to the water was bad for hiding, but napping in the shallow water was so nice. Creeping along the edge of the forest not letting the stream out of sight, freezing in place as he barely heard a muffled voice. Dyrid shook at the thought that there was a person that close, curiosity won and drove him further down steam.

Keeping the lowest profile that he could maintain as a human, moving though the forest with a feline grace. Dyrid had to move slow for hands and feet are not built for the forest like his paws were, clumsy human toes he thought. A few breaths later he could make out the outline of the horse and human, creeping ever so slowly forward. His eyes focused on the person as he moved to get a better view when a twig snapped under his foot. Standing stoned cold still Dyrid got a view of who he was with, a small light skined woman with golden hair. When she spoke it took the air from his chest, her words weren't filled a underlying treat they were some what playfull. He could feel his wilder side relax seeing that she wasnt a treat, but letting his gard down was not a option no matter how much the beast within liked the girl. Trying to get a better vantage point another twig gave way again. Cursing to himself slightly, missing his wiskers that would have warned him out that, she spoke again with fire in her words. Dyrid slowly came from under the brush that he was hidding at, large inhuman eyes never leaving the girl careful to keep his distance. For the first time in over a year he spoke "hel...hello" as his human tongue struggled to produce the words. Dyrid simply stood there in the awkward silence waiting her reply.

[Elektra Falak]

A soft smirk etched across the young Konti’s lips. She didn’t understand the fearfulness in the young boy, but as she soon allowed her guard to go down slightly, she scanned him over. Her eyes trailed every single feature, muscle and flinch he made in the 20 seconds of silence, she allowed. He was kelvic, surely and she didn’t know completely whether trust was in order or war. Brushing her hair behind her shoulder, she paced along the water’s edge, allowing her feet to trail across the icy water of the nearby stream. “Hello,” She said calmly, her voice dancing with amusement still. Never had she met a calm Kelvic, and she didn’t know exactly how to react when one was around. She bit her lip calmly, before exhaling and going back down into a crouch position. Granted, she was alone and had been for a while, but she didn’t trust the boy, and she didn’t have any reason to.

Showing her beautiful white teeth, she growled slightly, low and deep. Though her growl lost most of it’s appeal when her violet eyes found his. She tried to shake it off, by moving her eyes away, but only found herself longing more of them. Turning to look back at him, she found herself slowly rising to her feet. “My name is Elektra,” she purred, allowing her voice to dance along the wind. “I am front White Isle..” She didn’t understand why she felt the importance of knowing this Kelvic, but she found that she some what needed his attention. Frostmarch protested in a long, low growl, as her eyes watched the young Konti. “Down Frost, please.”

The horse did not approve though, and soon she found herself blocked by the large white gentle giant. Elektra’s small frame stood no match against the large animal, but still she looked at it with a stern face. “Now, Frost. I demand you move from my sight.” The horse protested once more before moving reluctantly from sight. Elektra’s feet carried her toward him slowly, as she scanned the woods behind him, making sure he had no followers. “May I ask you what your name is?” She questioned, her eyes trailing his body. Though before he had time to answer, and she had time to recollect over the recent events, she found herself freezing up and being thrown into a different world.

She stood across from the water, with the wind flowing through her hair. The boy was there, and he was studying her. Then, the scene changed rapidly to the forest, and the things running through them, They were coming after her, quickly.

She found her eyes had readjusted to the scenario, and then the reality hit her. “You need to come with me,” She demanded, rounding up her things in a gentle glide and throwing them onto the back of her horse. Frostmarch stomped the ground in a haste, as Elektra hoisted herself onto her. “Or you’re going to die.” She said, reaching her hand down to the boy and breathing heavily. She needed to get out of there, and waiting for the boy was not an option. Either he was going to make his way onto her horse, or he was going to suffer his slow, painful death.

[Dyrid]

While standing in silence a light breeze carried the sent of the young woman to Dyrid, filling his lungs to capacity taking in all her sent told him. Her sent was strange nothing like anything he smelled before, but she wasn't a human. With that thought he relaxed behind his not very good mask of humanity. Pacing on the bank she finally broke the silence, her voice was soft with a hint of a amused tone, it shook him to the core. The girl quickly shifted her weight to a crouched position and growled at him, staring at the girl puzzled letting his own growl escape low in the throat. Dyrid's frozen orbs met her violet spheres nearly taking his legs out from under him. The effect must have taken the girl the same way since she shifted her attention else where, only to meet his eyes once more. Rising to feet she introduced her self "Elektra" from White Isle. Dyrid silently laughed when the horse became defensive, it would seem though the eyes of the steed it saw the tiger he really was. "Dyrid" he pointed a finger towards himself showing his lack of human communication skills.

Something happend and Dyrid couldn't tell what is was exactly. Elektra stood with a look in her eyes that told him she wasn't quite here at the moment. It was as if she saw things he could not, and that sent a shiver down his spine. New found worries for the girl went though his heart, since he couldn't tell what was going on with her. Dryid bent down under the furn that he had hidden the leather pack, and with a small grunt he swung it over his left shoulder. Not know wether to run or stay since the actions frightened him, when she snapped back to the present moment the air was filled with the stench of fear. Dyrid mused on what had she seen that his heightened senses had not, when she barked "you need to come with me, or you're going to die." There was a fire in Elektra's voice that told him to do as she asked. Standing there looking at the mounted girl knowing if he went with her, that his life would never be the same. Dyrid let out a small sigh as he grabed her hand pulled himself onto the horse, hopeful Frost wouldnt mind a cat riding along. He whispered into her ear when he was settled "What's going on?"

[Elektra Falak]

She smirked, as amusement still played in her eyes. Leaning her head back, she turned her eyes to look into his once more. "They want to kill me," she giggled, before turning her eyes past him and seeing the shadows racing through the forest. They were prancing after her, wanting every inch in their grasp. Leaning forward, she arched her beautifully carved back to reach Frostmarch's ear. "Love, run faster.." She purred, her voice soft as silk. Without a moment's hesiatation, the young steed was bursting forward, causing Elektra to reach her arm back and hold the boy close to her. She wasn't about to lose him along the way. The shadows noticed the change in pace, as they quickened their step. "Dyrid, correct?" She called back, before smirking. "I'd suggest you hold on tight dear," she released her horse's neck briefly to wrap his arms securly around her mid section, before holding onto the horse again as it bolted into the woods.

Frostmarch seemed to know exactly what she was doing as she pranced through the shadows, missing trees and branches as she went. Breaking through the other side of the brush, she felt the sun dance across her face and skin, lighting up her features even more dominately than before. Smiling proudly, she felt Frostmarch slow down, knowing that danger was no longer around. Elektra's perfectly sculpted lips curved into a deep smile as she threw one leg off her horse and hit the ground with ease. Looking back up to the boy, she felt her heart race by the mere look of his eyes. Turning away though, she did a small cartwheel before spinning through the tall grass, allowing her white dress to dance through the air. "Well, Dyrid. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[Dyrid]

Dyrid had never rode a horse before, and the experience was not what one would call fun. His thighs were screaming at every bump they hit. When Elecktra told him that they wanted to kill her, he let a growl slip from his throat. However the girl seemed to giggle when she spoke, that confused Dyrid, how could this small girl think people trying to kill her was a laughing matter. He longed to know more about this Elektra, who seemed to be a free and playful spirt such as himself. Is this the kelvic bond that his former owner had gone on about, was it starting with this girl he'd known for only minutes? Dyrid never was bonded to the wizard, and he always wondered why? Thinking deep complex thoughts always troubled the young kevlic, who's life was to short for worries. Elektra's horse sped up, and lost in his own head it nearly knocked him off the back of the beast. Clinging to Elektra for dear life, fighting the urge not to change, as her arm drew him closer. When she advised him to hold on to her, Dyrid wraped his arm's around Elektra's midsection. The young woman's scent was relaxing, almost calming this terrifying journey.

Frostmarch was quite confident in the woods jumping low branches and dodging over hanging branches, such as he would while in cat form. The beast started to show signs of stoping, and Dyrid couldn't smell or hear anyone following them so he jumped off the horse, kissing the ground as he landed. "Never make me do that again" Dyrid pleaded. Stretching off aches that the ride had left in his spine, he met Elektra's hypnotising violet orbs, making him week at the knees. Breaking the gaze she cartwheeled away from him, then spun though the grass, her dress the same shade of Dyrid's hair dancing in the wind.

"It's also a pleasure to meet you Elektra. So who is trying to kill you miss?" he spoke, not trying to pry her for information. If she wished to tell him she would, but for now he stood in an awkward silence.

[Elektra Falak]

The moon danced across her features, as she came to a halt. There was something about the situation that made her uneasy, but not necessarily in a bad way. She sighed softly, and glanced over at the boy. “The same people that are always trying to kill me. The ones that try to kill everyone, silly.” Her voice was velvet, soft, floating across the air. She turned her attention back to the field and allowed her eyes to rest on the distant tree line. “Have you ever been running for your life?” She questioned, her eyes looking back at him with pure curiosity. Flashbacks scanned through her mind at all the times she had been running. She’d been running all her life, to some extent.

Allowing her knees to collapse, she came floating to the ground, where she sat perfectly. One leg laid over the other, and soon she found herself laying back, looking directly up at the stars. Who was this fellow? And why had he come into her life? She questioned these things silently, wondering why he had accompanied her when she had been alone for so long. Curiosity sparked within her once more as she turned her eyes toward him. Rising from her spot, she danced over to him and touched his face. Set her delicate hands on each cheek and looked deep into his eyes. “Why are you here?” She asked, her violet orbs sparking up.

Thoughts roamed through and through as she studied each part of his face, taking in every line and curve. “Why did you find me? Of all people?” Her questions seemed to pour, but she didn’t mind. She wanted information, and she was going to get it. Moving his head to one side and then the other, she dropped her hands and took a step back, as reality seemed to hit her. “Who sent you?”