||... The weather, so strange, so sudden, so unpredictable, had come crashing down upon the earth so, well, unpredictably, that it had shocked all living animals and forced them to take shelter. It had stormed, thundered, lightninged, rained, down poured, boomed, shook, flashed, popped... stormed, again. It had flashed yellow and white across the dark sky, despite the time of day, noon. The clouds had darkened to the gray of despair, of loss, of sadness, the sky shedding tears upon all the creatures of the earth, caught under it's wrath as it cried and screamed and yelled and shouted and hollered and boomed. But there was one thing the storm never did. It never flooded. This storm, that had been sweeping the lands every day in the time of the afternoon had yet to flood the dens no matter how much of it's wrath it threw in it's frustration. For these rocks, these dens fought back. They were warriors, battling to keep the animals that took refuge in them safe, like the protectors of the earth and of the land. For they were of the earth and the land and the nature and the soil and the foliage and the ground. They fought unarmed in the battle, and prevailed each and every time.

||... So the storm passed on, once more defeated in it's purpose, leaving the ground moist and puddled, but never flooded. And slowly the animals crept from their shelters, unscathed by the frightening storm and went back to daily rituals. Daily rituals each animal did without a real goal in life except to survive. And so did the orange brute emerge from his shelter as well. He shook as he stepped out of his den, the designated pack den, wedged tightly between two boulders and dug into the ground between them with brush covering the entrance in a sort of canopy way. Oh yes, the orange male was VERY proud of his den he had found and finished. He never quite understood why the foxes gave the den to him so willingly and left waving and laughing, but he didn't look back on it too much. (He didn't realize that HE was the one laughing and waving as the dead bodies floated off down stream).

||... And so the oddly hued male stepped out proudly, lifting his tail and muzzle high into the air and letting a huff fill his chest. The scents of wolves, his pack members, were strong in the air and he smiled proudly, his emerald necklace gleaming and glowing against his puffed out orange chest. He looked around, mushrooms towering above him as his strangely colored sky loomed over him, smiling and giggling innocently. He laughed himself and bounced forwards much like a young pup, his paws splashing in a puddle as rainbows sprayed from his steps. How fascinating! Again he splashed the water to see the same thing occur. And that was all it took to draw his mind away from the idea of calling his pack together and summoning them with a howl. Maybe they would find him and venture this way anyways? So he could hold that pack meeting he was planning on holding, of course!

||... The colors, flashing before his eyes, so mesmerizing, so pretty, so different, so blending, so amazing! And then he jumped and stomped his paw on the ground, sending the rainbows flying through the air once more as he looked up to see the white pelted female approaching and watching him. The mushrooms transformed right before his eyes, melting into trees, and his sky, his beautiful sky, shifted above him to the standard blue of reality, of the world he so hated living in. His bright green eyes looked the female over carefully. What was her name again? He had repeated it to remember it. Damnit. It's... Bell, Bella, Cinderela, no, Bellezza! That's what it was!

"Maybe. Maybe not. What about you, Bellezza?"

||... Of course, he could sense his other female, the black pelted one, hiding behind him, or rather, almost running right into him. His gaze shifted about as he watched Satori back peddle away from him and plant herself, not saying a word. He smiled at her, and then watched as Bellezza approached Satori and listened to their conversation. He could sense the tension in the air, like he had been able to sense the storm and had known to take shelter, unlike these two apparently had. But he watched still, interested in how they would react to one another. And as he watched, it seemed Bellezza was the one more confused than Satori, though both seemed fairly... uncomftorable.

"That it is, Bellezza. Just like looking onto two beautiful females, yin and yang, cooperating and getting along. And the line streaking down the center of them, dividing them."

||... Was Zrail embarrassed about what he had just said? Of course not! He was being honest and that was it. And he, being the line he had spoke of, laughed and ran towards the two, running between them and splashing a puddle into the air, aiming to wet the two down and ease the tension in the air with a game. What was this game you ask? Well, who could stay the most dry obviously! And so far, Zrail was winning. But would the females double team him, or even participate? He ran with a laugh and twisted his body around to face yin and yang head on, his orange pelt quite contrasting to the pair. He smiled happily, his eyes glowing as he shook and ruffled his fur, his tiny spikes showing their selves as they poked upwards, though not pointed, but dull at the ends. Then he jumped down onto his two front feet with his tail high in the air. Everything in his body said 'come and get me if you can!'

As though it was the heaven's last word, the sky had fallen for days more than he was willing to count. During this time, however, where the usual creature would seek shelter and fight for survival, this young wold fount this as the perfect opportunity to explore the land her new alpha called as his. She must have tracked over every inch of the place, listening to how the earth spoke to her, noticing any difference in the trees, or the lack of, in the rocks, every point of a river.
Some would question her sanity, when she chose to travel rather than to hide when there was such a risk of flood--but then again, the little rebel was far from average. How many wolves could you find, midst a storm, pushing themselves through dunes that were thick with mud and rain water. Aside from the few times she feared her life, getting caught within a sinkhole, she thoroughly enjoyed the time she'd spent exploring. And she knew fare well, if anything were to happen, knowing the land's aspects was something sure to come in handy, even possibly save her life, or even the pack's lives.
Obvious enough... the adolescent wolf wasn't quite your average adolescent, intent on playing and enjoying themselves--oh, no, her mind was far too advanced for that... even if on appearance it did not seem as such, and she was rather far from surefooted.

As the rain finally began to cease, she'd found herself at the rocky part of the Ratna territory. This is where she felt the lost at home--not to mention that the rain hadn't been trying to was her away while she traveled, moreover, it couldn't. Possibly, this was why she liked the place so much.. she could enjoy the fall of the rain without the risk of drifting away in flood water, or sinking in some type of dense sand.
She considered herself fortunate when she caught the scent of not only Zrail, but a few others. She hadn't been aware of the fact that she was among the first in the pack, nor that she would fall as the youngest. All she knew is that there must have been some type of a meeting that either she was late for, or that she had no business attending. Regardless of the second possibility, the adolescent lowered a bit and began a sort of stalk toward those scents. Due to the lack of foliage, she doubted the fact that her presence could go unseen, even if she did take cover behind any stone between herself and the three.
She took slow, silent breaths as she focused on nothing but her goal.. here was where she had talent. It was as though she were part of the terrain(aside from the fact that she was black, white, green, and had huge antlers protruding from her skull). Her ears flicked forward, high up on her head to catch the voices that drifted downwind. Introductions? This couldn't be anything too formal or anything of the sort--they all seemed cheerful. However, this did not mean she would pop out and expose herself so vulnerably.
She continued this way for some time, very carefully keeping her head low enough to hide her antlers behind the rocks. She glanced around one of the boulders, and caught glimpse of the game at hand, Zrail and the two females(though only one appeared to be participating). This display was what assured her it was, in fact, a casual affair and if she walked in there would be no problem--or she hoped as much.

Very slowly, she moved out into the open, her head and tail riding up to a more relaxed position. She did not move in too near, nor did she speak a word--no, her mind did enough speaking as it was. From her view, and knowledge of powerful alpha wolves, Zrail seemed to be falling out of that category. However, she made her choice, and she knew to stay to the pack--even if she wanted to leave. This was what they wanted so she would obey without a word.
Smoothly, she lowered herself to the ground beside one of the infamous puddles that became part of the game she did not want to participate in. It was too... childish... and though she was just a pup still, she found no want to stoop so low. Oh, no, this young wolf was raised too differently for that. She was tought such standards, that even if the others did not do so, she would stand mature, brave, and proud.

Ooc// >; I've been working on this on and off(since I've not the time to sit down and post it entirely) and every time I'd gone to finish, there was more posts to read, rofl. -loser-
Sooo... don't put me in any order, because of how unreliable I am... just post away and crap. >>
Aaaand, some of it was written slightly buzzed, so, forgive the mistakes. >;

||... Zrail's immediate reaction was to jump away and lift a front leg up to protect his face and eyes as he pinned his ears backwards, the water splashing his side and soaking his orange fur down on his neck and left shoulder. Zrail laughed as he looked back at Bellezza and then planted his raised paw into the water, sending water flying through the air, succeeding in soaking down his stomach as he did so. If anything, this sure felt good compared to the humid heat in the air after the storm. That was one downside, Zrail felt, about rain. It was wonderful to play in afterwords, but the humid heat seemed murderous to him.

||... Again Zrail turned his head away and flattened his ears when Bellezza scooped the water up at him and threw it. Zrail shook and chuckled as he suddenly bolted towards her and jumped into a puddle right next to her, succeeding in sending water every direction except up it seemed. But then she got him back as she shook, causing Zrail to turn away, chuckling under his breath and smiling. Once she had finished shaking, he took his turn to shake, starting at his head and shaking rapidly as he spread him self out through the shake, his 'mane' flopping back and fourth along his neck as he did so. When he finished, his necklace was still swinging back and fourth at his chest, and he quickly lifted a paw to stop it from swinging.

"Erm... no biting?"

||... He said kindly as he turned to look at Bellezza with a smile. And then he saw something moving past her, behind the boulders that made up the denning lands. Was it a deer venturing so close to such predators? For all he could see was the rack of antlers atop the rocks. Suddenly Zrail froze as he stood watching the moving set of weapons creeping slowly through the rocks. His tail went up high into the air and his posture suddenly changed from 'play' to 'serious'. His green eyes stared, observing, and when he saw Mayita step from around the rocks, he let out a big huff of air in a sigh of relief. When he realized it was her, his body posture changed once more, this time back to the relaxed posture that was his. For a moment there, he had really thought that he would have to make his pack run. He was positive that the set of antlers had belonged to a crazy deer, blood thirsty and oh so very in the mood for wolf meat. How lucky he, and his pack members, were that it was just Mayita sneaking around. Then he put on a smile as Mayita laid down next to a puddle of water, and for a moment, thought about running and jumping in it to splash the female, but he thought again (for once) and decided against it. She didn't seem to be in the playing mood.

"Mayita! Good to see you weathered the storms well. This is Satori and Bellezza, Yin and Yang."

||... Ah yes, that was his new name for the two wolves. Yin and Yang. Yin, of course, being Bellezza, and Yang being Satori. And he would probably call them that until they opposed him and asked him not to (and probably even then, he would refer to the two as yin and yang behind their backs). He introduced the two females to Mayita without a thought and smiled as he lifted his tail, noting the young female's own tail position and challenging it by staring at her tail. And then it seemed that everyone decided to all arrive at the same time as the newest pack member bounded into view. Aoi. Another wolf with a raised tail, Zrail saw, and he stared at the male's tail more so than he bothered to with Mayita's. Why? Well Aoi was male, of course! And instincts told him to fear males more than females, told him that they were more dangerous to his pack, and had to be kept under a more secure watch. But despite all of this instinct drama, Zrail did nothing except stare at the raised tail and smile warmly, welcoming the wolf he had just met.

"Aoi. Yes, we were in the middle of a game. You wanna join in? Boys against girls."

||... A flash in his eyes could be noted as he turned back to Bellezza with a grin. If she was the only female to play, then she would be outnumbered, and surely lose. Again Aoi spoke, and Zrail turned back towards him in confusion for a moment, but then looked around at his pack. It was true, everyone here did make up for a very odd number of wolves. One had antlers. One had the look of the devil (but Zrail would never accuse Satori of looking like this. He didn't judge books by their covers). One was of the looks to be an angel. There was himself, orange and with a mane and jewelry, and then Aoi, black and blue, like a walking bruise. He laughed as he lifted his head up proudly.

"Yes yes, if we were all normal, that would be no fun. In fact, I think it would be quite boring."


||... He chuckled as he spoke, and then darted towards Mayita, chuckling as he acted to splash in a puddle near her, but instead leaped over it and dove into another puddle on the ground, flipping over onto his shoulder and rolling over onto his back. Then he pushed himself up onto his legs, laughing the whole while, and shook, sending not only water, but mud everywhere around him. He shook as hard as he could, trying to reach everyone. Some of these wolves were just too serious! They had to lighten up a bit every now and then!