Allya and Telekenesis

 // So while rereading older then dirt solos I had written out, I had forgotten that Allya was an 'unaware' psychokinetic or telekinetic. Meaning, in a old rp solo I had written, she had had a horrible nightmare about fire, and somehow, her curtains suddenly caught fire in her room and she awoke to it and had to have help putting it out. And once, when Rheagal made her mad and she yelled at him, something behind him that was glass, shattered rather forcefully.

She is unaware because it happens so random, and she hasn't had any training in it,  but it could help explain a few things about her. Why she can 'talk' to and be understood by animals, how she can hear Daemon so easily (Though she firmly believes it is solely because of how close they are and she can not hear any other humans.) and why somethings happen around her that at times, she just can't explain. Things moving or disappearing entirely, things breaking when she's angry, stuff like that.

thought that would be something cool to explore down the line in more detail.

Ramsay | Lydia RP

 

Rheagal was panting by this time. Sweat dripped down his face and into his eyes as well as blood. He could taste it in his mouth, causing him to spit from surely a busted lip or even a few broken teeth. What had started as a simple sparring of words had turned into something much more...darker, in a way than even he realized.

The younger man he was facing might not look like much but he packed one hell of a hit and moved faster then even he could at times. And he was DAMNED good with his chosen daggers, as evidenced by the blood that flowed from his shoulders where he had stuck Rheagal. Nothing deep, but the warning was clearly there. Even if Rheagal had scarred him up as well, it looked like this man could go much longer than he could and that enraged him.

Was he not the best fighter in his homeland?! How had this all gone wrong!

Clearly, the younger male was insane, for who smirked as much as he did while bleeding! Honestly! Who taunted and baited as much as he did as well. Rheagal learning early on not to fall for it, but still, the male was swift. One of them would soon have to yield!

 

Ramsay let out a laugh watching Rheagal seemingly attempting to gather himself again. "Oh my apologies.... Did that hurt? It looked like it hurt! Shall I kiss it better for you?" He mocked the other male with ease, enjoying despite Rheagal trying so desperately not to show it how angry and hurt he was currently. Unlikely to stop as well especially given that Ramsay had challenged him to on multiple occasions now. "Truly, perhaps you should just.... Give up. Save us both wasted time in proving just how foolish and unskilled you are" He added now seeming to relax a bit, merely gesturing with his own blade as he smirked towards the other.

 

Only a soft, echoing growl escaped the boys throat at Ramsay's taunting. This was ridiculous! How could something so bulky, move so fast! "No. Didn't hurt. You hit like a girl!" He threw back at him, spitting blood in his direction. "Allya...could fight better than you." Though he stood back up and squared his shoulders, ready for another round. He knew better than to just charge in now. Stupidest move he had ever made in the beginning.

 

Ramsay snickered all to obnoxiously "That so? You know speaking of ... Does she fancy hunting? Seems like she'd make for exhalent fun!" He mused slowly pacing, his eyes seeming to look off towards where he had seen the female and their mother head off not long ago. Well, long enough that no one had been there to prevent this from where it currently was. Women! Such pains really! When all he wanted was to have a little fun!

"I dare say, she might even stand a chance at playing the rabbit" He suddenly added just so that being as Rheagal had clearly gotten looks and bronze but lacked brains.... Least it would sink into that thick ass skull and likely only infuriate him more than anything he'd said so far. Looking up finally Ramsay snickered wickedly.

 

Rheagal had gone all but very still at Ramsay's words and switched hands with his dagger and growled. "You think of touching my sister in any way, and you won't have to worry about what a failure your father thinks you are to him!" He taunted back. Not exactly his best, but he knew the looks shared between father and son had at best. Not very good ones at times and so prayed on that aspect of it.

"My sister's more wolf than you'll EVER be!" He hissed, but knowing not to run right at the bat shit crazy man!

He did however pace a bit, circling the man as they seemed to move about in a slow dance together. His eyes always on Ramsay. Waiting for him to seem to think about making a move. Now it was getting personal and Rheagal couldn't let that go!

 

"You think yourself clever?" He remarked as he continued to smirk despite the others desperate attempt at insult. All he'd done was state facts that everyone knew! Some jester if a duck reminding him if such did little to make him more upset than he'd been his whole life over those facts!

"Scared? You look scared" Ramsay whispered as he side stepped but drew just close enough to be threatening. Dagger gripped tightly within his palm as his eyes locked with Rheagals now. A sort of amused look still dancing in those deep blue hues before rather suddenly he went simply slamming Rheagal with his upper body, hard enough both were soon landing in the dirt.

 

Rheagal saw it, before Ramsay decided to move but was to slow. Of course! The wiry man slammed into him, sending them both to the dirt! He struggled a bit, trying to keep the man's daggers from finding him while trying to have his weapons find the others skin! Ramsay was strong though! Was it crazed rage that fueled him? What the HELL!

Giving a loud growl, Rheagal rolled just enough and was able to shove Ramsay off him with a kick of his legs. Only to pounce at the man with a swipe of his dagger, and smirked a bit when he found flesh and darted back again. Crouching, eyes wide as his senses raised as his wolf came to peek out behind his eyes.

"This is getting foolish!" He hissed softly.

 

As the dagger caught his inner arm Ramsay suddenly let out a yelp. Rolling a bit as if to get away from Rheagal his breath had suddenly quickened a considerable amount. "Fuck .." he hissed. His expression had gone from that amused and mostly crazed looked to a bit shook, teeth biting into his own lip he let out a whimper in pain. Not a very great spot to get even nicked and it had certainly surpassed that. Blood pooling through his fingers and dripping down his arm from where he was holding it. Eyes closing for a moment he finally nodded, as if in agreement. "I .. feel... Faint... " He whispered, his free hand moving from the wound extending towards Rheagal as if asking for his help in standing. Franky, he could have just been over exaggerating but he still looked a bit pale.

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.

 "Keep your hands up, or you will get your bell rung again."

Becca laughed softly as she took Rheagals fist into her own and shoved her forearm against his. "Strong. Don't let me push you back. Strong, like wood. Got it? Keep your hands up." She ruffled his hair and took a few steps back from her eldest son.

"Now...attack."

Rheagal was learning how to spar with his siblings, and trying to show off, made a mistake and rushed his mother again. She simply side stepped him and swatted the back of his head gently with her palm.

"You charged, Never charge, unless you want to lose your head. Again."

Rheagal rolled his shoulders and took up another stance. Eyeing his mother as she moved around him like a shark. He had displayed an interest in joining the Rivendell guard, so he asked to be trained to fight...and after careful consideration and a brief talk with Lucius, they had agreed. She had been an assassin at one point and it was decided she was the best to teach physical defense. Lucius could teach him about the magical defense. His siblings watched because they were being taught too.

"Watch me, Rheagal." She said softly as she moved around him, moving her fists as well. "See how my body moves. I will tell you what I will do if you just watch. I am going left..." She moved and swatted out at him with her right hand instead and he yelped.

"That isn't far!" He growled. "You said left!"

"But my eyes, and my body said right. Learn to watch my son. You are getting better. Again..."

This time, when she feigned right and instead went left, he stopped her, smiling victoriously up at her.

"Good."

"Tell me one thing about him..."

**Rp memory** (( YES triplets with 2 fathers CAN be done...writing partner at the time and I highly researched it.))

 

"Tell me one thing about him...Just one thing?" Allya and Rheagal looked up at their mother from where she stood cooking them dinner. She knew what they were asking for.

She sighed softly, knowing that as they aged, they would ask for much more.

Wiping her hands, she took both their hands, and went to sit on the sofa, calling Armand over from where he was reading and settled them all around her. Each looking up at her expectantly.

"Well, Lets see..." She thought a moment, hugging Allya close as she had come to sit in her mothers lap. "They were Fearless." She said softly, a small smile crosses her face. "Your fathers, both of them, were Fearless. Strong, Brave and they loved you all from the second they learned of you all."

"What happened to them?" Armand asked curiously. His grey eyes looking at his mother. Knowing she wouldn't answer that one, for she never did. "Can you just tell us...one more thing?" He was the more observant of the triplets and knew that this subject still hurt his mother, but he wanted to know right along with his siblings, about their fathers.

She thought a moment, and then looked back at Armand and caressed his cheek. "Your father, was a wizard, and a very good one. His name and magic was known far and wide from where he was from. Deep inside, he was a good man, and you remind me so much of him." Her eyes turned to Allya and Rheagal as she kissed her daughters cheek and rubbed her thumb over her sons cheek. "Your father was a Blacksmith from a place called Lorien. He was very good at his craft and people came from far and wide to commission him for his work. He was Brilliant, and could make things that no one else ever could. You both resemble him in some ways, and your hearts are as pure as his was. They both...would be so proud of you."

She nodded and kissed each of her childrens cheeks. "That's all for tonight. Dinner is ready so go wash up."

 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.*

Garrett Rheagal Peredhil

 

Rheagal (black wolf) and Armand (White wolf)

Name: Garrett Rheagal Peredhil

Nickname: Little Boss, Fiery Wolf

Called: Rheagal

Species: Elven/Wolf

Does he shift forms: Yes, he shifts into a solid black wolf

Powers: Fire manipulation, Wolf abilities

About:

Rheagal is the Firstborn son of Rebecca Peredhil and Thannor Blasmith. He looks like he is age 6, but is really only a year old. Wolf genetics make him and his siblings grow faster then normal. He is dark of hair and green of eye. He looks almost exactly like his father, but has his mothers eyes. He is the bold one. The fearless one of the triplets. He rushes right into things, often without thinking and it is up to his younger sibling to get him out of trouble. For all his bravery, he is slightly shy at times. He takes a while to warm up to people, but that doesn't stop him from rushing right up to them and 'challenging' them first thing. He is smart, able to recall things or memories at the drop of a hat. He likes to take charge out of three siblings and shows an aptitude for making things. He has a slight sense of humor and likes to pull practical jokes on his family members. 

His main focus as he grows older will be weapons training, for as he grows, he will focus that bravado and leadership instincts into the Guard and will rise to be one of its youngest Captains. His skill with the blade will be unmatched in all of Rivendell, and he will go on to train the new or young recruits that wish to join the Guard. He will be good with languages, and able to speak any tongue he studies with ease. Though he chooses the wolf form more now, he will use it less and less as the ideals of being 'human' are called for, except when his wolf abilities will be needed. He will travel many places, and meet many people but home will also be strong within him.

For now, he is a strong, brave, headstrong, opinionated young man who isn't afraid to speak his mind or to tell you what he is thinking. Who loves but in his own way, as he thinks emotions are 'yucky' as any toddler would. He is very careful and considerate of his sister, Allya and loves to make her smile. His brother, Armand and him usually cause the mischief, much to their sisters delight.

 

"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.