High on the mountains did she scream, and so did her anger be casted out in a sore attempt. The bitterness remained, and the fire remained lit against the many candles, but for now it stayed dim, and left the feeling. Down the mountains the fire-wolf goes.
Venture down and avoided, the smell of yet another pack had laid to her nose, and she swerved around. She was in no mood for foreign entities, they were not the fae's she sworn to protect, to be like her father, and to become the guardian she desired to be. A watcher, the fairy guard, yet now that dream is empty..
A ridge, it was not a way down. Scorch marks stroked the earth, yet it seemed none of the bright fires were ready to strike from above- it was safe. Olives leered out, to the forested area that was far away from herself. So far, they were, yet she saw all the taiga, a land that would take days to reach at one point. Would that be a goal?
What goal should she have, now that her meaning had been blown away?
A empty soveriegn, with a dimmed light.
A fairy, she immedietly approached with a large and charismatic smile, a flame had bursted forward, "Lumiya!" She knew of the other who entered the courts, though despite not being born into, she enjoyed the other nontheless. Brought new insight that amused, and tales to add her own woven stories, However, she was unaware if the two could be counted as close, for Orlaith didn't count anyone as close. She remained as an independent gaurdian.
It was so nice, for someone of familarity in these unknown lands. The other of course would not know why the fire-wolf was outside of the previous claim, but she was thankful that the nympths are still out there.. "You ended up in this realm?"
Perhaps that is a purpose- to seek out what was once all within the same realm.
"Ohhhh, so this is the place you spoke of at previous gatherings!" She heard the whispers and talk, and all knew Lumiya came from somewhere but she never knew where it specified. What a coincidence, that protective sovereign ended up within the same lands. Surely fate had whispered the prayers and casted the winds to be fated to here. However fate may have brought forward, but she wished it came with a difference price. Not a castaway, and an abandoned warrior.
"I haven't really explored it." Orlaith was within her own spite to truly see the place as it was, travelling up the mountain. With the appearence of the fae, it truly felt she left that behind when high above the clouds. Her olives briefly glanced toward the spires, before happily back down to the mistached one's eyes.
Though the happiness flickered with a rage, as it came back down from the clouds, and the candle burned to the brim, "I was wisped out," she gritted from refraining a hiss, "they became overpopulated."
"I thought," Orlaith started, "I was a good guardian, but was I good enough to be casted aside?" She didn't claim to be the best, but she thought to prove herself to the court. It seemed she proved enough to the point they deemed her survivable upon entering the world alone; unlike the many within their hidden realms. A warrior to the fairy-folk, the desire she wished to uphold, but it seemed useless.
Perhaps though.. "I would hope so," the fire-wolf thought she would never see another, especially of familarity. Orlaith knew a few were casted out alongside herself, however she did not know if they posessed the same prowess she held. She doubted the courts would be that cold-blooded, but how they did her wrongly, she didn't know what to believe in. Nor', who she should believe in.
"Is your court like the previous? Will you too, cast me out in the end?" Emotions had taken over the fae, as cold words brewed from her flaming maw. She knew inwardly that Lumiya was not to blame, but as she too was a fairy of the realms, she could be the same as them. They were all she knew, and all she wished to know, and to push forth. Their peace, their warmth, was it just a lie? Was she too, a lie?
Would destiny be kind to the warrior?
Orlaith had confidence in herself, she knew of her abilities, yet she felt distant toward truths she held. She wished so to believe Lumiya's words, but if so, why would the court she placed so much faith in, be so cold to cast the fire-wolf out. Her loyalty held so firm until the crashing moments, that fury and sorrow burrowed itself deeply- but only one kept reigned; her anger.
She had to breathe, hold herself firm to not run off and cause the chaos she wished to. The fae's were so gentle and kind, that she always sought help elsewhere, with the worlds of hunt, or the clashing against boulders and trees. The endless miles she wished to take, but even so, where could she head toward? There was always home.. However home, was not there. Their values of the same, their peace, their love, and yet how they handled affairs, came to bite back, "Do you swear?"
"Do you swear that? Do you take that oath?" Her chest sprung strong and she held high, olives scrutinizing the monochrome wolf. She had learned of their ways, and Orlaith enjoyed the small company she had, but being from the outside, Lumiya had different views then the court fairies. Though that wasn't bad, as in the moment, she had little to trust, an exception for the small wolf before the fire-wolf, "If you do," she started, urgency within a wobbling voice, "I will vow myself to your court."
Orlaith couldn't help but crack a fit of laughter. Thunderous she was, as she can see the other wished to say but refrained, perhaps for the sake of this moment of importance, and most importantly the fire wolf's anger and sorrow. It was what she enjoyed of the other, seemed to meek, but like herself, the other held a flame within. A sign of confidence within herself despite the world, being far more cruel. Perhaps it was perfect, for she to set up a court, similar, yet her own creation.
The wolf held a vivid, yet arrogant smile, but held a more friendlier posture, "Then I vow to you, Faerie Queen."
"Of course!" The wolf was a wind of emotions, her flame was easily lit, just as it was easily blown. She had been casted out, yet refound. It seemed destiny in the end favored the fire-wolf, and she, despite nearly ending in fustration of tears, knew something would work out. Her destiny, just like her father, and her grandfather, and those before them, has always been a protector, a warrior, and especially a guardian to the fae-folk. She had confidence in herself, and pledging toward Lumiya, siginified her new beginning.
"I hope you're giving me some-kind of guardian role. I don't do healing too well." Orlaith chortled jokingly.
works for me!
"I was born for it." Like how Lumiya would not be the best of guards, Orlaith could not see herself bending down, attending wounds and memorizing all the medicines that were. She was pleased by the turnabouts, finding her court, yet different. She truly hoped the other would not be the same as the other fairies, and even moreso felt more earnest within her loyalties.
The fire-wolf felt comfortable in familiar realms.