Armand had finally ceased his tears, sniffing as he held onto Marius for dear life. He refused to believe the words that Aemond had so callously thrown at him, with his disgusting 'gift' as proof. It wasn't true! Laenor was still alive...he would know if it were otherwise, right?

That thought brought him pause as he pulled slowly back from Maruis and wiped his eyes. "Allya...." He uttered her name like a prayer. A hope. His eyes glazed a bit in thought before he cast his eyes to the man at his side once more and then he turned and dashed back the way he had come, towards home! Allya would know! For sure, he was certain! That was all he could think about. All he could hope for. Allya would know!

The second he reached home, he burst through the door and went to his sister's side, taking hold of her arms tightly as he all but gasped out what it was he wanted from her. "Allya! You would know if something had happened to Laenor, wouldn't you?" He questioned with such feveor. "With your...gift?"

Allya looked startled as she turned to look at her younger brother as he grabbed her and blinked in surprise. "Whatever do you mean, Armand?" She asked softly, calmly. "I can't do human, you know this. I can't hear their thoughts."

"You do Daemon! You hear HIS thoughts" He shot back at her in earnest.

"That is DIFFERENT!" She said, with a slight warning tone to her voice as his grip had become quite strong. "You know it. Now let go." She said and sighed as Armand released her and backed away, looking all the more sad. "Look...Armand, I think Aemond was just being mean to you." She said gently as she held out her hand to show her brother what she held within, what she had found. The severed finger Aemond had thrown at Armand and jested that his lover was dead. "Scent it, Brother....it does not smell like anyone we know..." She said gently.

Taking the finger with a grimace, Armand allowed the scent to waft through his nose and over his tongue. It was not Laenor's, for which he was most thankful and nearly cried again, till he realized what had actually happened. He turned and cast the appendage into the fire with a soft snarl. "That----that---!" He couldn't think of any words good enough to call him! He had played with his emotions, had riled him, it was a horrible thing to do, even if it had been a joke. He felt anger rise up in him again, but he attempted to squash it. Laenor was alive, it wasn't him....that was all that mattered....but his wolf had very nearly been called without his permission. He felt ashamed for reacting in such a way. He was better than that...

Locke | Lydia RP

 

"Who might you be?" Allya smirked a bit from where she stood just behind a red tree. "You are a far ways away from Kings Landing, aren't you? Though....you don't look like you're from the South." She was curious and was always interested when it came to meeting new people. She didn't have the stigma against strangers that most of her family did.

Rheagal usually growled and challenged anyone new. He didn't like strangers, period.

Armand was more curious from a scientific standpoint. He liked people, but not like like people.

Allya, however was the more outgoing and friendly of them and was always eager to meet new people.

Euron Greyjoy | Lydia RP

 // I KNOW WHO THIS IS!!!

"yes, we all do. Oh boy!" Becca smirked.

"What a delightful, evil little man this should be." Armand chuckled in a tone no one ever heard him use before.

 

"Careful who you're calling little. Shrimp" Euron

 

"Ohhh! He has fangs! Me like!" Armand smirked.

"Ummm...is HE ok?" Rheagal asked.

"With him, who knows." Allya chuckled.

 

Euron snorted a rather loud laugh "Well don't get to excited there. Might wet your pants and that would just make this so much weirder" he remarked smartly.

 

Armand blinked and then chuckled softly. "He funny too. I like him already."

Rheagal and Allya just look at each other and shrug.

"Sooo....are you a new King or a new King wanna be?" Rheagal asked.

"Way to go, Rheagal. Lets just insult the new person right out of the box." Allya rolled her eyes.

 

"Are you a female or just a wee bitch?" Euron shot at Rheagal all to quickly with a rather crooked smirk.

 

"Wee bitch.." Armand answered, with a small smirk.

"What is WITH you today?" Rheagal turned on his brother.

Armand only shrugged. "What? It's true. Everyone thinks so. Grow up."

Allya snickered and bit her lip, hard!

 

"My condolences sir wee bitch. It must be very hard having a cock so small no bitch can feel it" Euron mused wiggling a pinky mockingly at Rheagal before laughing again at the two idiots now about to fight one another.

 

Rheagal only growled and stormed off in a huff. Why does everyone pick on him?

"Sorry about him. Ignore him most times, if you can." Allya chuckled and nodded. "I'm Allya."

"Armand." The white haired male spoke up with a grin.

 

"Ah I see, and I should care because ....?" He gestured with the knife he was currently holding and the piece of fruit now in his hand a bit over dramatically.

 

They both shrugged.

"Good point....you shouldn't. Most just find him annoying." Armand smirked.

"So...what is your name?" Allya asked, somewhat politely.

 

Euron laughed, clearly they'd missed the point but nevermind that. This was at least mostly entertaining. "Greyjoy, Euron Greyjoy ... Captain, Prince, won't be long and you'll have King as an option" He boasted with a cocky smirk.

 

"Pleasure Euron." Allya nodded politely, tilting her head a bit. "Captain, Prince and soon to be king? Sounds like a good title or two." She chuckled softly.

"Not to cocky about it, are you?" Armand smirked a bit. "We are royals in our own right, but wasn't raised as such."

 

"Cocky? Do I seem cocky to you? Maybe you're the one who's cocky!" The pirate prince smarted back towards Armand in an almost challenging sort of manner before cracking a smirk.

 

Armand looked over at the other male and chuckled. "Naw...to both." He smirked over at Allya. "I like him. He'll eat Rheagal alive."

Allya nearly choked on her drink at her brother's words, gazing before laughing.

 

"What's a Rheagal?" He remarked, expression looking nearly bored and having hardly paid attention to any of their names anyway even if they had gave it.

 

"The idiot who stormed out of here after you called him a little bitch." Allya smirked.

"Yea, not the brightest of us triplets. To say the least." Armand chuckled.

 

"Ah yes Sir Wee bitch. Still fails to answer my question as to what a Rheagal is" Euron replied a hint of sarcasm in his voice before he snickered.

 

Armand smirked a bit and shook his head. "I do like this one." He went to pick up a book from the nearby bookcase and went to read for a bit.

"You know, no one really knows either...." Allya chuckled.

 Allya had been reading books about dragons since the mid-afternoon. She knew a lot, considering she had been studying about them since she was small, and now had Caraxes to talk to, but that wasn't the same as what she wanted. She had always wanted a dragon for herself, and now that she was going to get one, she best study up on her knowledge. Closing her book, she sighed and then stood, heading towards Armand's room. She knocked lightly on the door.

"Armand? Can I come in?"

When given the affirmative, she went in and came to sit down next to her brother.

"Armand...what do you know about dragons?" She blurted out. Right to the point. Making her twin look up at her in curiosity.

They spent the better part of the night, talking about and discussing and debating on what dragons were like...everything!

 Armand was a quiet, gentle boy, who was blessed with extraordinary gifts. Much like his siblings. But his were a bit different. Not only could he manipulate fire, he could speak to the dead. A gift that he hated more then anything for it terrified him when ghosts and demons would come to him, late at night and ask for things. It had all started when he was young, and that first time was horrible and it hadn't really gotten any better as he grew older.

Ghosts looked different, wispy and white or black and frightening and it was usually the latter that came to him. the ones that terrified him. Though he hadn't seen any in a while, for which he was grateful. Though all of that was about to change. This new home had ghosts. He could sense them and Armand had been seeing images out of the corner of his eye ever since he and his family moved in. He didn't think anything of it...till that very night.

He had been sound asleep when something woke him. Sitting up with a gasp, blankets pulled up to his nose, did he look around his darkened room, to scared to move to turn on the light. Something was there. Something...evil. Slowly, a shadow detached itself from the darkness and drifted slowly towards him. Boney, dripping gore, it was a skeletal apparition that made him want to scream but no sound would come out. Slowly it half crawled, half stumbled closer and closer, muttering something Armand couldn't hear. The smell that hit him next, made him want to gag. Iron, mud and stale blood all mixed into one. "NO! GO AWAY!!" He screamed, pulling the blankets over him like a child would as that usually did work. You ignore them, they left. Not this time though.

He could hear the spirit getting closer, and closer and suddenly he heard a raspy voice call out his name, followed quickly by Lucius's surname. He yelped, hand covering his mouth as he tried to remain still and silent, only to sob when his blanket was torn from him and cast across the room. that had never happened before. Staring at the thing that now hovered over him, unable to look away at the rotting features so so close, he trembled in fear. "What do you want...?" He stuttered. to which the thing turned, looked deep into him and uttered one word. "Malfoooooyyyyy...." before screeching this ungodly sound as it reached for Armand, who by this point, screamed his head off in fear and agony. He was beyond terrified!

Armand survey

Armand Peredehil

 

(Will fill out later)

 

01: A memory from your character’s childhood.

 

02: A memory from your character’s teenage years.

 

03: A memory from your character’s career. T

 

04: A memory that your character cherishes.

 

05: A memory that your character wishes to erase.

 

06: Something that makes your character angry.

Anyone who insults or threatens his family.

 

07: Something that makes your character happy.

 

08: Something that makes your character laugh.

 

09: Something that frightens your character.

 

10: Something that turns your character on.

 

11: Describe your character’s childhood friend.

 

12: Describe your character’s parents.

 

13: Describe your character’s former lover.

 

14: Describe your character’s present best friend.

 

15: Describe your character’s worst enemy.

 

16: What your character does on a day off.

Sleeps? Reads, cooks, cleans, paints, plays music.

 

17: What kind of books your character reads. Any that catches her attention as she has a huge LIBRARY in her home.

 

18: What kind of music your character likes.

 

19: What your character does when they wake up.

 

20: What your character is like at social events

Armand sex survey

 

Armand Peredehil

(will fill out later)

 

Sexuality: Demisexual/ Sapiosexual- Nothing turns that boy on more then intelligence!

 

Muses’ favorite sex positions:

 

Is your muse more dominant or submissive during sex: More submissive leaning, but he can be Dominate if asked.

 

Favorite place for them to hook up: Bedroom- he is more shy at first but he can get adventurous at times too.

 

Does my muse prefer slow and romantic or fast-paced and rough sex: slow and Romantic

 

Where is the strangest place your muse has hooked up: He hasn't yet...still a virgin.

 

Have they ever hooked up in public or where they could’ve easily been caught: nope. see above

 

My muse’s turn-ons: biting, scratching, softly whispered words either loving or dirty, chains, denial, CBT, and firecupping to name a few.

 

Have they tried roleplaying during sex (If so, did they fail or was it a success): hasn't had sex yet but reading about it sounds fun

 

My muse’s turn-offs: scat, water sports, anything that causes to much pain.

 

Have they ever filmed themselves: no

 

Does your muse send nudes and sexy texts: Seriously? No

 

Does my muse have any kinks: See above...

 

Would my muse ever cheat/have they: HELL NO! He is loyal to a fault and would never think of doing such a thing.

 

Is the sex more serious or is there laughter and silly little accidents mixed in: silly and laughter, unless he gets triggered and then its serious but still fun. He does have a 'dark' side too at times.

 

Do they cuddle after: Most DEFF

 

Lights on or off: Depends.

 Her children had been in human form for most of the day. Even her boys, which was a surprise since they loved their wolf form so much.

Allya and Armand had played with the toy blocks and wooden animals Rebecca had made them. Playing nicely save for the small disagreement that took place when Armand 'dared' to touch Allyas stuffed horse that Elijah bought her. When she saw her younger brother cuddling with her most treasured toy....ohhh the outburst was damn near deafening! Her shrill cry hurt even Rebeccas ears, but she stopped as soon as Amrand dropped it and she scooped it up once more into her embrace with a small giggle.

Rhaegal had been crawling all over the place, following his mother as he watched her clean and cook. He even tried to 'help' clean by pulling all the folded towels off the sofa and onto the floor with him, laughing as he kicked his feet and squealed in delight at the mess he had made. Rebecca had her hands full with him underfoot, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

Her children gave her life purpose, direction. Taking care of their needs, made her forget the darkness that often came with her own. She had foregone cleaning after the towel pile and settled down beside her children, to play and cuddle with them. She told them story after story as they played with or banged together the blocks they played with. Three sets of different colored eyes eagerly looked up at her, as tonight was no different. When Mother joined, it usually meant a story, and they loved her stories! Tonight was no different, for as she cuddled each one in turn, she began to weave her tale.

Long Long ago, when the world was new, there were three very different types of people on this earth. (she began) 

The eldest of which, where the Immortals. Those who would live forever, the Vampires, and the Elves...like your Mother. 

She grinned as they cooed and babbled, like they understood her. 

Then, came the Humans, whose time on this earth was very fleeting. Now, at first, the three different clans got along, as they needed each other to survive. The Vamps fed on the Humans and the Elves gifted both with certain gifts to help them throughout their lives when the time came. But then came one from each side who thought that their side, their clan, should be in charge of the other two. And with it...came war. 

Rhaegal growled at the word "war" and Armands ears perked up.

 Three sides, who had lived in peace for so long, now fought like bitter enemies and it seemed, that all three sides would face extinction; but the Gods, in their wisdom, had an idea. If they could not live together in peace, as they once had. They would instead, live apart. Forever in their own realm. Sounds pretty good, right? (she asked her young who babbled back at her, making her smile)

But there was a just one problem with that plan. The Vamps grew weak, with nothing to feed on, the Humans grew decadent and lax with nothing to worry them and they then turned on each other and the Elves...well one went as bad as you please and nearly destroyed the entire race. No, living apart wasn't the answer...but it had been so long since they had emerged together that none knew how to nor wanted to. Thinking that to join with one race when from another would be to 'taint' the bloodlines. All but one...An elf, who wasn't really an elf, but rather a very interesting hybrid. For you see, this lone female, though living with the elves for years and accepted as one, had a terrible secret. She was really a wolf, and a demon in disguise. 

Her babes all squealed at that which made Rebecca laugh and nod. 

Oh yes...she was. And she was now carrying the Lord High Elfs child, but he must never know or face scandal of the worst kind. So it was she, who along with her unborn child, ventured into the wilds of the Vampires and Humans and there, bore her child. The first hybrid of its kind, into a land willed with both Monsters and Men...but which was which? Hmmm? The Elves had shunned her, the Humans were cruel and used her and her child for their gifts, yet some were kind, and the Vampires, well some wanted the elven maid for her blood while others, like the humans, showed mercy. In helping her to escape the cruelty she had faced in trying to help each clan reunite with their ways, her child grew up in many different situations...not all of them good. She was human, she was Elf, she was Vampire both you see? A gift...of sorts for all three clans. a way to reunite them all once more. But what has become of this child and her mother? Well...some say they managed to do what was set out for them. Some say the mother died and the child forgotten...but I say, life has a way of teaching you things, about yourself, about those around you if you but listen. Not everything is as it seems my dears. Not all vampires are bad, not all humans are good and not all elves are pure. Listen, watch, learn...and you will know, what happened to that woman and her child. Their end, has not come to a close...not yet, and neither has yours.

*She had spent most of the day with her children. Nothing made her happier then being with them, for they were her pride and joy. They gave her life direction, and filled her with warmth and love. Caring for their needs, helped fuel the fire within her, seeing them grow and become capable of things on their own was hard, but she had never been more prouder of them.

Allya blossomed into a beautiful little girl. Eyes of blue that sparkled like jewels in the twilight, hair of brunette with patches of raven black threading in for highlight. She was a happy babe, always smiling, always laughing. She had mastered the crawl two days ago, and Rebecca had praised her and covered her in kisses, to which she squealed and giggled, much to Rebeccas delight. She spent a lot of time with her daughter, as it seemed that she had inherited more of her elven side then her wolf side, and did not change like her brothers did. Allya ate up the attention and cooed and smiled at her mother while they played on the furs before the fire. Rebecca had made some blocks out of wood, and little animals as well and Allya loved playing with them. Stacking them and then knocking them down with a squeal. She was a very creative little girl, even at this young age as she seemed to think every action through before she placed a block or moved an animal toy. Rebecca spent hours with her daughter that night, holding her till she fell asleep and kissing her as she tucked her into bed.

Her boys, it seemed, preferred wolf form and this night Rebecca had a surprise for them. Leaving Allya with the nurse, she shifted into wolf form herself and let the boys crawl all over her, nip at her ears and tug at her tail. Till she stood and nosed the door open, and chuffed at them to follow. Rhaegal came right away to her side, sniffing at the outside world, while Armand had to be coaxed. They had never been outside before and this was new. Finally, she got him to come to her and turning, led them into the night. If they decided to stay as wolves for a while, then tonight their training would begin.

She led them a little ways into the woods and shifted to near human-like wolf form and settled in the tall soft grass, calling her sons to her. Rhaegal barked and twirled, chasing after a firefly but never straying to far from his mothers side. His little black coat shimmered in the moonlight as he gazed all around in awe. Armand came to sit by his mother and pawed at a small bird that floated overhead. His smile was obvious even in wolf form. Rebecca smiled as well, watching her sons explore this big new world. Everything was new, everything was exciting to them and they played and romped in the grass, rolling around together. She told them what certain scents meant, what the sounds of the night were, and to watch where they went, as they tussled and wrestled together.

Soon, though, it was time to head back as it had grown late and she stood, barking softly to call them to her side once more and started for home. They had had an adventure and were sleepy, and fell right to sleep the second they reached home. She shifted back to human and kissed each one, before settling beside the fire to read a while. The night was peaceful.*

Armand Corvuis Peredhil

 

Name: Armand Corvuis Peredhil

Nickname: Bright Wolf, Flyer

Species: Wolf/Elf/Wizard

Does he shift: Yes, Armand shifts into a pure white wolf

Powers: Fire manipulation, Caller (animals), wizarding powers, seeing the dead

About:

The youngest of the Triplets, Armand is the son of Rebecca Peredhil and Lucius Malfoy. He looks like his father in every way. White hair and grey of eye. Calm, Quiet, and very much aware of the world around him, he takes his time getting used to people much more so then his siblings. He is the soul of the group and helps out with his siblings by keeping a close eye on them. He is the one who gets Rheagal out of trouble and he is very much attached to his sister, Allya, as he would spend hours just doing things to make her laugh or smile. Such a caring little boy. He is the scholar, more fond of magic and learning then hunting or running around.

As he grows older, He will eventually head to Hogwarts where he will pass his O.W.L.S with flying colors and become an Auror. As he grows, he will have dreams that will leave him unable to sleep but for minuets at a time, as he can see and hear the dead, but this will help him, once he gets control of this 'gift', in his job as an Auror. He will be a very formidable wizard, and being half wolf will help him in whatever he decides to do or become. He much prefers to study, and is anxious to learn all he can about everything that catches his attention. Though skilled with bow and blade, he will never be as good as his siblings, and will lean more towards magic then weapons. He is also a "Caller". Meaning he can call animals and they will come to him, allowing him to touch or pet them. Because of this, he will lose interest in hunting or eating as the wolf, and only use it when he feels the need to.

For now, He is a very studious, quiet, shy, gentle little boy. He adores his siblings and follows Rheagal into his adventures and loves to make Allya smile. He is very smart and misses nothing around him.

 

"But mom!" *Rheagals young voice called out when his mother told him it was almost time for bed.* "I don't WANT to go to bed!" *He stomped his foot, which made Rebecca want to grin but she remained firm. It was late, and her children had had a full day.*

Don't talk back, young man. It's bedtime, and with it, you will get a story if you behave. Come, help me put Armand and Allya to bed too. Momma could use her Little Mans help. *She appealed to the title he called himself. He was her helper, usually, and would do anything for his siblings, especially Allya, but as of right now, he was being stubborn, and actually growling at her in his pent up little anger. Usually, that would be cute, but not now. It was to late for such a bout of temper. For a moment, she thought he would refuse to help her until he sighed and walked past her in a huff*

"Fine, but I want a GOOD story!" *He said in his little way that made Rebeccas lips twist up in a smile as she followed him into the bedroom he shared with his siblings.*

A good story huh? *she tucked each one into their beds and kissed their foreheads, settling down in a nearby rocker.* What type of story then? Hmmm?

"An adventure!" *Shouted Rheagal*

"A story about us!" *Armand said softly but excitedly*

"A story with a happy ending..." Allya whispered softly.

*Rebecca took a moment to think and then nodded slightly.* Alright, I have just the one, but settle down in your beds and get comfy. *she said as she began to rock gently in the chair. When they all said they were ready, she sighed softly and began.*

Long time ago, when the world was new, there were three children who ran wild under the suns bright rays. Two Princes and a Princess. Their names were Argos, Rhinem, and Agazi. Beautiful and brave were they, and yet unhappy since their parents were gone most of the time to tend the Earth upon which they resided over.

Argos, the shy quiet one, could call any animal he desired to him, and make a friend.

Agazi, had control of the land and could make things grow and so beautiful.

and Rhimem, could control the elements. Make it rain or snow or hot to his hearts content.

For all their gifts, they were lonely and so set out across the sky to find a place to call their own. They met many people, and had many adventures, which I will tell you later, but know that in the end, they found the home, the place they belonged and became gods and goddess in their own right and ruled as good kings and queens in the sky.

*she paused and looked over at each of her children and smiled when she saw each were asleep. Standing, she kissed each one once more before leaving the room.* Good night my Angels. Mommy loves you. ❤ ❤ ❤

Her babes had grown much over the last couple of weeks. No longer where they wee babes learning the art of the crawl or mastering the simple words with which to speak. Now they were toddlers and were into everything!

The boys had regular control over their shifts now, and could phase from wolf to human fairly easily. Though they had mastered their shifts, they still preferred their wolf form and would often be found wrestling together or sleeping curled up with one another.

Rhaegal had thannors temperament, and his mothers control, so that easily balanced out the other. He usually just charged right into the frey without thinking and had to depend on his brother, Armand, to get him out. Bold, Daring, and a born fighter, he was quite a handful for his mother. Who doted and loved him deeply. Though used to getting most of the attention, he had since learned that even though his mother might fawn and dote on her other kids, it did not mean she loved him less. A lesson he had to learn since there were two others who shared in his mothers affections. He was the undisputed leader of the group, for now, and always engaged in play or wrestling matches with his brother. His sister, he was very gentle with for he knew she didn't shift and would often be seen laying by her side, or knocking over blocks to hear her squeal. He adored his sister and it clearly showed.

Armand was the softer of the two boys. Pale of fur, hair and eye, he was the thinker of the group. Whereas Rhaegal would rush in, Armand would assess the situation and then make a move. Oftentimes getting his elder brother out of trouble. He was gentle and didn't make a lot of fuss, knowing his Mother loved and cared for him as much as his siblings. He could often be found playing gently with Allya, or wrestling with his brother, anything to keep Rhaegal out of trouble. He was the peacekeeper of the group. Settling 'disputes' between siblings even before his mother had time to realize there was an issue. His soft barks and gentle licks made Allya laugh, which was a sound he adored and his cool demeanor helped steady Rhaegal. Rebecca was sure he would grow up to be a great scholar one day.

Allya was the only girl and as such was spoiled and loved on by her mother. She was pure elf, unable to shift as her two brothers could do. Though it appeared that gene had missed her, Rebecca was sure there was some hidden talents in her daughter that would make itself known in due time. Always smiling, always happy, Allya was the heart and soul of the group. She loved her brothers deeply, even when they disagreed and would often enjoy playing with them. She even learned how to wrestle with Armand and squealed when he let her win from time to time. She adored her brothers, and loved it that they were in wolf form for she loved to pet or pull at their fur. She could often be found, sleeping between the two of them, in a wolfy/child pile. Smart, fearless, she was as every bit as spunky as her brothers and gave as good as she got.

 

Melissa Phillips

My nephews and niece are so adorable

 

Rebecca Butler

Thanks sis...

*smiles at her sister and motions her over* 

go say hello. The boys are actually in human form for a while today. Best catch em while they aren't furry. 

*giggles*

 

*Chores around the Cabin seemed never ending. With two wolf pups running around and into everything, and a wee girl who grew more and more each day, things were at times, chaotic, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

Rhaegal liked to chew on the wooden chairs in the dining hall, which Rebecca firmly had to constantly tell him "No!" over and over each day. He seemed to have 'puppy selective hearing' and if he didn't soon start minding, Rebecca would soon take wolf form to show her wee ones that she too, was wolf, and Alpha in this house. Don't get her wrong, Rhaegal was a good boy, he was just headstrong and stubborn, both he got from his mother, and Rebecca couldn't help but chuckle over his antics when he got caught doing something he knew he wasn't supposed to.

Armand was more behaved. Out of the two boys, he was the quite one, the one who listened better. When Rebecca said "No!", he would stop instantly what he was doing and come over to her to lick and cuddle, as if seeking her approval, and when she would pick him up, he would wiggle an try to lick her face, barking happily. He was the 'smart' one of the two boys. Where Rhaegal would charge into something, Armand wold wait, and then go 'save' his brother from whatever he had gotten himself into. They made a cute pair, the white and black wolf.

Allya, was clever and was a happy little girl. She had mastered the crawl a few days ago, and was so proud of herself. Rebecca praised her and covered her in kisses, which made her laugh and squeal. Rebecca loved that laugh....but today, she did something Rebecca was not prepared for or ready for. As Rebecca was cleaning up a bit, she walked past Allya, who was sitting on the furs by the fire, playing with some blocks. She was mumbling to herself in that baby way of hers, but as her Mother passed by she looked up, smiled and let out a very clear and very loud "MA!"  Rebecca nearly tripped, hearing her daughter speak for the first time. It was to soon! But she had said it, clear as day. Turning back and going to sit beside her daughter, Rebecca smiled, curious if she heard what she thought she had and Allya, seeing the smile on her mothers face, cooed and said it again*

(Allya) MA! *she giggled, nomming her hand* Ma...Ma....Ma...*over and over she said the word, watching her Mothers expression.

Rebecca was floored, she didn't know what to do, save smile and praise her daughter, which she did. She kissed Allyas little cheeks, loving her gurgle of happiness and smiled brightly, telling her what a smart little girl she was. Allya ate the attention up and laughed and patted her mothers cheeks and cooed.

Armand, crept over closer and sniffed, wondering what was going on. When he heard the word Allya spoke, his ears twitched and he barked, shifting to human a moment and trying it out for himself.*

(Armand) m-mm-mmm-MA! *he muttered, looking up at his mother expectantly. He wasn't disappointed, for Rebecca seeing Armand change form and speak as well...well...she was in shock. She scooped him up and hugged him close, cuddling him as a boy instead of a wolf and covered him in kisses too. He laughed and squirmed, before phasing back to wolf and licked his mothers face. Only Rhaegal, hadn't said anything...he sat watching, his ears twitching as if listening before he did something that really shook Rebecca up but made her proud at the same time. Not to be outdone by either of his siblings, Rhaegal shifted back to human, only long enough to blurt out in his tiny voice*

(Rhaegal) Ma-Ma! *He gave a smile that said he had done good and shifted back to wolf, waddling over to get his hugs and kisses from his mother.

Her wee ones were growing up, no doubt about it. Soon, they would be running all over the cabin and the surrounding woods.*

Night fell, and with it came the gentle embrace of the darkness, followed by the rising of the moon, which cast it's luminescent light over the world. Though grand in its rising, the moon couldn't compare to the millions and millions of stars that twinkled and danced overhead. The cool air billowed through the open windows of the cabin and with a deep inhale, caught the attention of the Raven haired woman within.

She looked up from where she sat, cradling her daughter in her lap, with her two wee sons on either side. Still in wolf form, though Armand had managed to change back to his human form before he immediately went back to wolf. She felt the chill on the wind and was glad for the fire nearby, as she turned her gaze back to her babes. She was in the middle of telling a story, which they seemed to like, for they would always sit still, no matter what they had been doing and come to listen when she began a story.

The night of the long dark was cold, terribly cold. Much colder then it is now, and the people of the Eldar were afraid. she said softly, recounting an old story from her youth. Passed on by her mother, about her fathers people, for Rebeccas mother had been a part of Rivendell for years, before she fled into the wilds and the worlds of men, taking her unborn child with her

 One Elven Lord, haughty and full of himself strode forward and said "I will save the people. Choose me to go to ask for the Star that burns the brightest in the sky, for the Maiar will see that I am great and will give it to me."

She threw her voice to sound arrogant, which made Rhaegal bark and Allya laugh.

 But when that elven lord left, after many moons, he returned empty handed and very very silent, for you see, his voice had been taken. As one who preached so loudly about himself, he had failed the test and had lost the wager, and that had been his voice.

She warmed up into telling her story, as she smiled at her children. She petted the pups fur gently and kissed Allyas nose, making her laugh.

 Finally, there was no one who wanted to go to the Mountain of Power and all the elves thought this would surly be the end of them, till a small voice rang out over the gathering.

"I will go.."

Everyone turned and saw the small blind boy who stood there and at first everyone laughed. "He is not strong enough!" said one.

"He can not see!" cried another...and many other insults were hurled around and around and still the small boy stood there and said more firmly, "I will go." and in the midst of everyone bickering and squabbling, he turned and left to travel the trail up the mountain...and do you know what happened? she asked, making Armand bark in wonder.

He met the Maiar, and passed all their tests, gaining wisdom, knowledge and Bravery upon the way through the trails, each a gift taken from each test passed, and when he reached the pinnacle of the mountain, there stood the Great All Father, resting on his pillowy cloud atop the mountain.

"Who are you, little one, to have come so far, and what is it you desire?" The Great Father asked.

"I have no name, Great One, and I ask only for the Light of the Sun, to help warm and guide my people in times of the Long Dark and cold. We freeze and our people grow weary of death."

The Great Father weighed the boys reply, and nodded slightly.

"Since you have passed every test set before you, and have answered honestly, I grant you the light of the Eldar, and give to you the Fire from the Sun. Go back and bring life back to your people."

Bowing before the Great father, in awe, the wee boy went home as fast as his legs could carry him. He was neither hindered nor slowed for he knew the way and upon his return, was made a Great King for what he had managed to do, where others failed, and life, once more was returned to the People of the Elves and in Rivendell is where this very story took place, and that, my little ones, is why Imlardis is called "The land of the shimmering sea and sky", for Life was brought forth from the Fire of the Sun in that very spot...and you, are part of that people....wolf or elf, never be ashamed of what you are, for both have value. Both have worth, and both, are loved. 

She cradled each child to her, kissing them gently, fur and all.

Tomorrow, I will tell you the story of why the wolf howls at the moon. Would you like that? 

She grinned at the squeals and barks she got in reply.

 

*She was enjoying the silence, that only came when her wee ones were asleep. Laying upon the furs by the fire, Little Allya had tuckered herself out by watching her brothers play, and clapping and trying to crawl after them. Rhaegal and Armand, had collapsed soon after, tucking her in between their bodies, keeping their sister warm.

Sitting upon the fur nearby, Rebecca propped herself up on her elbows and just watched her wee ones as the slept. Taking in each small form and smiling softly to herself. They had grown a little bit more, their fur and hair growing as well and Rebecca wondered just how long they would be wee babes, for from what her own mother had told her, she, herself had reached her full adult height by the time she was 13. Such thoughts worried her....for though her babes were part elf, and would in a sense, live for a long period of time, she was unsure just how long that time would be. Still...she would enjoy it, for as long as she and they were able.

Reaching out, she smoothed the fur of Armand's white coat, noting the black underfur underneath. He gave a whimpering sigh in sleep and his little paws twitched, but he didn't stir. Rhaegal, wrapped around his sister in a protective gesture, huffed in sleep, his tiny tail tapped the floor as if his dreams were sweet. Little Allya, curled up in her wolf bed, slept on, each hand firmly grasping the fur of both brothers, and she had a little smile on her face. Such were the things that priceless moments were made of.

As the fire crackled in the fireplace, and silence filled the small, cozy cabin, Rebecca settled back to watch her young, dreaming and smiled again. Such a peaceful moment*

 

It was an interesting experience, to be a mother to two children who were obviously shifters and one who was not. Interesting and difficult to say the least. For when Rhaegal and Armand had shifted on their own, they had not learned yet how to shift back, and being only babes, Rebecca was pretty sure that they would be wolves for a while. Allya, it seemed inherited more of her Elven heritage then Rebeccas wolf blood and for that she was a little bit grateful. She knew what it meant, to be like herself. Half elf, half wolf....and the possibility that Rhaegal and Armand could have inherited her darker side as well...well...was to much to think about.

Still though, it kept her on her toes and every moment she thought she had a few moments to herself, turned out to be quite different. She had to remind herself that her children were only babes, and thus had no knowledge yet, of what life was like...and they most certainly didn't know what the word "No" meant yet...but her two boys were soon learning it was a word she would use with them, time and again as they grew.

As wolf pups, they were into everything and I mean EVERYTHING! There was no keeping them in the crib with Allya because they were to big! Rhaegal, the 'leader' of the group, was into everything. If he wasn't sniffing around the house, he was chewing on the furniture, or knocking over things, or running around, making Rebecca dizzy! Armand, was the more laid back of the two wolves. He chewed on the chairs legs in the dining room but once his mother had said a firm "NO" and gently swatted him, he didn't do it again. He listened when his mother talked to him, tilting his little head back and forth, as if he were really trying to learn what she was saying. Rhaegal on the other hand, didn't pay attention, or didn't hear when his mother called to him. He had "puppy selective hearing", Rebecca concluded.

Allya found the new pups fascinating, and knew on some level that they were her brothers for she squealed and cooed whenever they were near the crib, or they would come and cuddle with her when she was laying on the furs by the fire. Her little Guardians. She could pull their tails, nom on their noses or pull their fur to some extent, and they wouldn't or didn't seem to mind to much. It was cute...watching the three of them together. Three siblings, triplets and yet still so different. Two wolves and one not.

The nurse had gotten used to the idea of the boys being in wolf form after Rebecca had explained what had happened. Everyone knew that Rebecca shifted to wolf, it was only natural that her children did the same. It was a good thing the nurse had decided to stick around, after that 'scare' for today the boys seemed particularly rowdy.

Rhaegal...don't chew on that! 

Her voice carried out over the den of Allyas squeals of delight as she watched her brothers run around from where she sat on the furs.

Armand! NO! Put that down! Don't you do it....Mister, I mean it. Rhaegal...come here...did you do this? Allya please don't encourage them sweetie....Aticka (the Nurse), get Armand, he's stuck under the sofa again please...

She goes to sit by her daughter, smirking and shaking her head

 What we gonna do with those boys huh sweetie? They just so silly...yes they are..

She kisses Allyas nose, loving her laugh before she sighs and snaps her fingers to get Rhaegals attention

No sir...don't you chew on that chair again....come here...

She pats the furs beside her and both pups come to her, snuggling close. She pets them gently as she cuddles Allya in her arms

See...this isn't so bad is it big girl? The boys...they so silly...aren't they? 

She smiled when Allya gurgled as if in agreement, which made her laugh.