Fri May 5 19:11:42 2000 Base of the Lost Holt Father Tree A dense grove of grotesquely shaped trees dominated by one immense Grandfather of a tree whose age is no less great than its size. It is obvious that the old tree has survived a terrible tragedy but new growth and thick strong branches cover the worst of the scars left by the terrible blaze. Weeds and night blooming wildflowers grow in a riot of natural disorder around the trees roots, taking advantage of the NewGreen warmth. Like old friends, the gnarled trees embrace one another, their many branches entwining to form a dense canopy high above the ground. As the daystar sets the air turns chilly in the NewGreen evening. Contents: Dewshine DarkTruth Silent Cutter Quickblade Flashfire Reed Shiloh Shadow Fang Suntop Bramble Darksand Tent Snowsplash's Litter Bearpaw Tailchaser Freckles Snowsplash Patience Obvious exits: Into the Tree Around the Tree Clearing Nightfall pauses, stretching languidly and blinking sleepily, brushing a hand across her eyes before looking around the clearing, eyes widening at the number of unfamiliar elves. Judging by her expression, she's not sure if she's really awake yet. Bramble skootches backwards a bit so that she can lean her head against a root, much easier to be lazy when you have something to rest your head on. Her eyes remain closed but she smiles almost evily at Flashfire's question. "It was great fun. Even if you did double-cross me." Dewshine drops to the ground, seeming unfazed at having missed the Taal game the previous evening. Something else had the spritely wolfrider's attention, one could guess. She offers a smile to her cousin, and several warm greetings to the kinfolk gathered in the clearing. "Me?" Flashfire's jaw mock-drops at the accusation, tilting his head in Bramble's direction. "You're the one who double-crossed -me!-" he insists, though it's more like they both did, and there's no doubt about that. Uh-oh, is that Suntop nearby? Wolfelf better keep his hands to himself. Or something. Silent lifts a brow at the mention of a dubble-cross. He shrugs it off and sits down, leainig against a nearby tree. He's gaining more clues on the part of the taal game that he missed. Suntop looks between Flashfire and Bramble, quirking a brow as well, "Double-cross?" Hey, he won that taal game fair and square, right? He moves over to sit on his favorite root...the one Bramble is leaning on. Well, he won't try to move her... DarkTruth wanders over towards Silent, flicking the ends of her hair in her hands at time, causing water droplets to go flying. The sea-elf seems to be in a good mood. Bramble opens her eyes to peer up at Suntop, smiling saucily up at him. "Well...Flashfire and I were going to gang up on you...We just both had the same idea about getting the other out of the way first." Quickblade watches after Reed as she leaves.. Was it something he said? He glances over at Suntop. Ant the others. He steps somewhere near the center of the group. ** I don't believe I've introduced myself to many of you. I am called Quickblade. It is good to be here. ** Flashfire grins between Bramble and Suntop, as the mystic comes over to sit. "It was a good plan, anyway. I'd have gotten you if you didn't do the same thing." He looks up and nods to Quickblade, remembering him from the game. "I'm Flashfire." -- start desc spam -- << Dewshine >> White-gold locks curl playfully around her face in soft ringlets, cut short at the nape of her neck. Slender ears rise to delicate tips on either side of her sharp, graceful face. Delicate bones make her appear fragile, though she is quite capable of holding her own in a fight. A short dress graces her slim hips, cut low in the bodice and held closed by a leather cross-tie. It is a soft shade of brown to mid-arm and mid-thigh, where a lighter, tawny color is stitched to it, making the skirt and sleeves marginally longer. A pair of breeches and a short, half-jacket have been added in deference to the coolness, the collar of her jacket adorned with small, soft feathers. A pair of boots keep her tiny feet warm, covering to mid-calf and secured with criss-crossed rawhide strips. Large, blue eyes look at you without a trace of mockery or lack of interest. She is gentle, and unwilling to judge by appearance alone. She smiles a bit before returning to the task at hand. << DarkTruth >> Before you stands a small slip of an elf,wearing a long somewhat old tunic covered with tiny seashells, beaded into complicated designs of star patterns. Her pants are rather simple - the only decoration being the long forest green colored fringe down the sides, and is tucked into soft, mid-length leather boots. One hand, still showing the dark coloring from her time in the burning waste - a mix between burned and tanning reluctantly and showing the webbing of a SeaElf - fidgets with an escaped strand of red hair, while the rest of the liquid fire is tamed back into a rope of firey red, a braid of elemental fire with strands of soft gold shot throughtout, reaching to the back of her knees, just past her shirtfall. Feeling the weight of a gaze, dark lavendar eyes look up through almost invisible lashes, the fire muted but for a hint of wildness, the wildness of a thing that has been caged and found freedome, a wildness that won't be caged again. << Silent >> Silent stands rather tall, for one with wolfrider blood. His hair is silver in color, seeming almost grey in the sunlight but shimmers when he moves. He has the strands pulled back by a leather headband of grey colored leather. His eyes are a startling blue, the color of the ocean far from the shore, which is where they seemingly stare most of the time. His features are elongated, and willowy. He by no means has a stocky build, and walks with a solid fluidity. His clothes are not common to wolfriders, the mothcloth he wears obviously came from elsewhere. He also wears necklaces made from seashells and other various things not common to the forest. This elf seems to travel often, and what he wears reflects that. << Cutter >> Pale hair, with just a hint of golden highlight, is drawn into the chief's knot atop his head. The rest of his silky hair tumbles in a soft fall to just beneath his shoulders. A pair of delicately pointed ears part the hair that frames his strong-jawed face. Fiercely intense eyes of the clearest blue gaze upon the world with a lupine slant. High cheekbones and expressive brows bracket those thought-filled orbs on either side of his short, squarely-tipped nose above his wide mouth. All in all, it is an expressive face that readily shows his every emotion to those around him. A sleeveless vest of dark blue leather covers his torso with a wide 'v' of light blue that dips from his shoulders to midchest. The stiff collar of the vest encircles his neck, flaring open at the front, emphasizing the length of his neck and torso. A pair of dark blue trousers hug his narrow hips and long legs, disappearing into a pair of matching boots, cut from a soft, yet sturdy leather trimmed with a ruff of dark fur just below his knees. A belt of sturdy, black leather supports the weight of the silver-trimmed, midnight blue scabbard that echoes the curve of the brightmetal blade of New Moon, hanging at his hip. The chief of Lost Holt, once as short and muscular as the rest of his tribe, stands as tall and willowy as any Glider. The shaping magic of Winnowill evident in his new form. Actions that were once sharp and gracefully emphatic, now roll from his limbs in the easy, fluid grace of the tall ones. << Quickblade >> Quickblade is about 3'10, a little short, but his long legs make him look tall from a distance. He has a trim build and his muscles are very well defined. His face is calm and gentle, but is set off by his wolf like golden eyes. His Golden-blonde hair is long and very thick and flows to the small of his back, two locks of hair also fall down in front of his ears and falls to his shoulders. He is wareing a from fitting dark green leather trimed outfit. The area around his neck is lined with delecate whisps fo fur. The sleves are long and come to his palm with an extension wrapping around his thumb. He is wearing matching boots, also trimmed with whisps of fur. Around his waist is a belt. On one side rests his dagger, and almost hidden next to that is a small reed flute. << Reed >> A pair of simply made, gray ankle boots incase her feet. The tops of the boots fold over along the edges, giving way to the slightly tanned calves and thigh muscles that ripple as she moves fluidly about. Her garments consist of a snug doe skin skirt that is dyed a light shade of green. The top edge of the skirt folds over with a jagged edge comming to a slight v-cut, in the center, that reveals her belly button and curved hips. The bottom edge of the skirt matches the jagged cut of the top edge, hugging her thighs slightly. Her favorite bone dagger is sheathed in gray leather. It hangs from a black braided belt that rests upon her right hip. A small brown pouch hangs from her belt also. Matching light green doe skin drapes off her shoulders with the same flattering jagged edge. The blouse laces up the back and comes down just below her breasts, allowing her to stay cool on hot days. A well muscled arm reaches out to allow a graceful and equally strong right hand to grasp her spear. Her curly chestnut brown hair flows down to her knees. Several curls accent the strong femine features of her face. Her doe like silver gray eyes are usually full of warmth. Her delicate nose is centered just above full lips that produce a voice that is soothing to the ears. A soft musky scent reaches out from her. << Shiloh >> From the formidable size of this adult male wolf you would be quick to think of him as one of the more dominate wolves in the pack, but instead you'll soon learn that his temperment leans more towards a quiet and sometimes seemingly aloof manner. His coat is of a deep russet color with a blaze of black that starts at his muzzle, running down his spine and flaring out at his tail. His eyes are alert and a clear shining grey. He moves with stealth when on the hunt. Powerful jaws are serious weapons in taking down big prey in pack hunts. His large paws display sharp claws that guarantee sure footedness and strength and a safe ride while traversing through rough terrain or in climbing situations. << Fang >> This large wolf looks well shaped and strong, and maybe a bit imposing. His fur is mostly dark grey with some black and a hint of brown in it. His paws are still a little large and is a good sign that he might still be growing. Sniffing the air from time to time and looking about is something he does alot. Hes seen alot with his friend Winterclaw and protects him when hes near. << Suntop >> Named for the sun-bright golden hair which now falls freely to the middle of his back, Suntop, although no longer a child, still retains a bit of innocence linked with that past time. But upon a closer, deeper look into his brilliant blue eyes, that innocence seems to be intertwined with an unlearned, unstudied wisdom and power that seems far too old for his seemingly young age. By all outward appearances with the exception of a darker hair, eye, and skin color, Suntop strongly resembles his father, Cutter; he shares the ferally-slanted eyes, high-cheekbones, turned-up nose, muscular build (albeit slightly less broad in the shoulder) and delicate chin of his father, but has the dark copper-hued skin of his mother, Leetah. As he glances about to regard the world his sensitive yet worldly eyes seem almost sad and lonely at times, but that aura is belied by the bright smile that frequents his lips. About his neck is his ever-present medallion of a translucent red stone rimmed in gold. Suntop's clothes are a blend of Desert and Forest; His high-collared, baggy-sleeved shirt of Sunfolk weave is a dark teal. Over the shirt he wears a leather doublet dyed a deep red-orange. The doublet fastens assymetrically and the shoulders flare out slightly. His leggings are the same teal as on the shirt, with the dark red lacing running up the sides. His low ankle-boots are dyed a matching red. << Bramble >> Your first impression is one of restless energy. Whether its toe tapping or finger twiddling, Bramble is always fidgeting. She runs her fingers through her unruly, short, blood red hair, and looks at you with grey eyes that reflect every emotion that she has every moment that she has it. And then she winks at you, giving you a hint of her mischievous and adventurous spirit. Her skin has a slight tan on it, showing that she's spent more time out in the daylight than most wolfriders. Or it just might be fine layer of dirt. She wears very well mended black leathers, with a strip of faded green leather used as a belt. On a leather thong around her neck is a pale pink piece of coral. Her short black leather boots are close to being worn through. Tucked into her belt is metal dagger and a sheathed crysmetal knife. Her spear is never far from her side, often doing double duty as a walkingstick. << Darksand >> Darksand is a young adult dun female wolf. She looks to be very strong and well worked, as she's kept up with her bondmate. Her dark golden eyes are very deep and show her experince. << Bearpaw >> Have you seen this wolf's paw prints? Be careful, you might mistake them for BEAR prints! Bearpaw is indeed a big wolf. But his size should never intimidate the friends of Springer, Bearpaw's elf-friend. Most will agree that the large wolf is playful and full of energy. Please feel free to pet him! << Tailchaser >> He's a young wolf, this gray-brown male. Sturdy though, with a wide set to his feet and good space between his yellow eyes. He seem to have a spark of mischief in him, the set of his tongue hanging out and the glint in his eyes there. << Freckles >> Never one color, this wolf has strange splotches of brown-cream and medium greys. Unlike those born with her, she is a bit smaller and slower than her siblings. One might call her dainty. Overall she is a happy wolf, content to be not-quite-an-omega in the pack, although she may have been if Piper hadn't come along. Her elf-friend makes sure she is well fed and strong, the young elf's energy being balanced by the lax attitude of this bright-eyed wolf. << Snowsplash >> A dark grey she-wolf with a white blaze on her face watches alertly. A close observer will notice that Clearbrook's wolf friend seems to be a bit lighter around the muzzle than she used to be. Still, she misses little, and is still the alpha female, a force to be reckoned with. << Patience >> The small reddish-grey wolfcub has paws the size of oven mitts, promising that her friend will have a sturdy mount once she's old enough to be ridden. Playful almost to a fault, Patience has anything but that for anyone who doesn't want to play _right_ _now_. The world is one big toybox and she's gonna PLAY! Golden lupine eyes reflect the cub's playful attitude but also harbor an intelligence that, while it doesn't promise she'll be the leader of the pack, promises that she'll be running with the best. Any lack of spunk her bondfriend may have is certainly made up for in the young wolf. -- end desc spam -- Silent looks at Darktruth, nodding at a send. He then turns and leaves for the camp. DarkTruth glances around, then grins, sending as she continues to ring out her hair, ** Silent is going to get some goods, so.... come one, come all, and brings your trading goods. ** Suntop hopes he'll be able to remember all the names of the elves who are here. He does tilt his head as DarkTruth makes her sending, curious. He's never traded for much before...other than clothes or food. What other goods might they have? Flashfire doubts he'll remember half the names of the elves here once they're gone and he's had a chance to get back to more normal things again. But..trading? This might wind up turning interesting. Cutter enters the clearing from one of the narrow paths leading in the general direction of the river. Rainrunner pads along behind him then comes around to Cutter's side and drops onto his haunches as the wolfchief stops and turns his attention toward DarkTruth to aim a lopsided grin in her direction. ** Ayooooah! ** he sends the wolfish greeting to those gathered in the clearing. Reed pricks up an ear as she catches the sending. She turns around, pivoting on her heel and spinning her spear around in her hand. **Trading? ** she sends openly but more so to DarkTruth. Her braid bounces off her rump and taps her calves as she closes the distances rather quickly. The light of curiousity glowing in her silvery eyes. Bramble idly waves a hand in Quickblade's direction. "And I'm Bramble." She raises an eyebrow at DarkTruth's sending, but she's already done her trading, although now that is spring it probably is safe to take possesion of the plant. But that would probably require moving...and she doesn't seem to inclined to do that right now. Leetah walks up to the Father Tree from the clearing. Skywise walks up to the Father Tree from the clearing. DarkTruth glances over at the wolfchief, and sends, ** Warm waters, you are just in time. ** Mischief dancing over the send. ** You can trade everything for some pretty taal sticks... ** towards the one who tagged her out. Crowmark makes her way into the area at the base of the tree, humming to herself despite the awfully large sack type of thing she has over her back. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Leetah still manages to make as much noise as when she first set eyes on the green growing place that is this forest, much to the dismay of her fellow Lostholters. Oblivious to that at the moment, she strides in from the nether parts of the holt, vernal eyes flicking over all gathered. Oh dear..There certainly are many gathered. Nightfall's gaze sweeps the clearing, pausing on DarkTruth at her invitation to trade. Intrigued, she moves away from the Father Tree, pausing to send a greeting to Cutter and her other tribemates. She smiles at Leetah, and redirects in her direction. Leetah smiles warmly at the approaching Nightfall, offering a greeting once she's in close enough proximity to be heard. "Shade, Nightfall." At what is ostensibly a private send, she glances to her lifemate and nods briefly before returning her attention to the huntress. "Are you well?" comes the friendly query. Suntop smiles as his father enters and starts to stand, but ooh. Sore shoulder. Well, that's what he gets for swinging in branches after such a long time -not- doing it. Will they do the trading here? That way he can watch without moving too much...hisdesire to remain still isn't like Bramble's...it's out of sheer soreness. Hmmm, maybe he can get a massage soon? In a send to the whole tribe, Flashfire makes note of the rest of his tribesmates showing up here in the area, sending a warm greeting. Flashfire stands up to stretch again and lingers near the tree, a number of others seeming to come from all sides. Keeping close to the roots, he smiles from tribesmate to tribesmate, content to watch the others. Quickblade smiles as he meets the elves. He looks intrigued by the idea of Trading, though he did already do a trade with Stormsinger. He notices Leetah and Waaves to her. Nightfall nods to Leetah, widening her eyes. "A little surprised at how many visitors we have. I shouldn't be, but I am." She smiles amiably, and upon reaching Leetah half-turns to better watch the trading. She can't recall ever having done so, so is interested in how it goes. Silent returns carrying, surprisingly, two very large bags. He gets back and sets them down. The land softly considering that they have fur in them to protect the goods inside. Though there are still many of them. He looks over to Darktruth. "If you can take whats in one bag and set it up over there, I can taker care of the other one here." "There used to be trading like this back in the Sun Village," Leetah comments, "but never with this many traders." She herself seems rather impressed, eyes widening, ears and mind intent for the sounds of the acts. "Perhaps I should join in.." she ponders, lifting a single finger to set thoughtfully against her chin. Crowmark glances to the others and smiles. "I've never seen so many in one place," she comments to no one in particular. "Who trades, here?" To those with the keen noses, and sharp ears, the Stargazer's approach from the clearing shouldn't be too much of a surprise. His grinning face with sparkling eyes appearing between some branches, cloud-white hair fluffing about where he now dangles up-side-down nearby. "Heyla!" he greets cheerily. Cutter turns and heads for the father tree, apparently going to look for something to trade after flashing a mischevious grin right back at DarkTruth. Reed slows her pace down as she nears the edge of the group. Her ears and mind alert to the details of conversation. She's not used to being the one who's on unfamiliar 'grounds'. She watches to see where she can join in. DarkTruth moves over to the bags, and peers in, ** Ah.... ** She nods to Silent, making a laughing face at the wolfchief, before nodding, "I'll take this behind the tree then?" A faint blink and glance over to the cheerful greeting. Flashfire thinks about items he might be able to trade, in case he sees something that appeals to him. There -is- one thing he got up North, once. Hrm. He'll have to see how this plays out, won't he? Eyes shift to the bag, along with probably a number of others. Bramble is mostly content to watch for the moment. She has idle thoughts about perhaps a bath, or something along those lines, but while she gets up the energy to move she'll just watch the trading. DarkTruth picks up her bag, which is rather light, all things considered, but still, soft metallic sounds are heard, as she disappears around the Father Tree. Suntop stands carefully, deciding that this trading might be more interesting than his muscles. He glances to his mother as she mentions the bit of trading in Sorrow's End...that the only type he knows. Well, now he's curious. Nightfall watches the Trader and bag move off, considers, then decides. "I should go find something to trade..." She grins at Leetah. "Then you can show me how this works?"