Colors painted the trees, heralding the change that comes predictably each year. Leaves dance and twirl with the wind as they were whirled around and around in a beautiful dance, almost like the ballet of the nutcracker. Ah, how beautiful it was to simply watch the wind and leaves play with each other, as they thrived to entice the heart to join in the fun. Yes, autumn was indeed the most beautiful time of year. It also nipped creatures in the butt, hurrying them along to pack their winter stores so they wouldn't parish during the harsh grip of winter. For predators though, some had no such luck as to store their food away. They had to expend huge amounts of energy to acquire the flesh and blood of prey that kept them from starving themselves.

For one mature fae, winter was always a nagging worry in the back of her mind. So long had she been on her own, in freedom from that horrendous pack that had demanded much of her. Winter was a time when she would have gladly gone back and beg their forgiveness, if only to stay for the winter but no. She would rather starve than go back to that bloodthirsty pack. She wander through the beautiful forest, deep in thought. They strayed to what this winter would bring. Would she have to suffer again this year? To have her stomach shrunk so far up it all but pressed to her back bone? She sincerely hoped not. Then her thoughts turned to a pack. It would be better if she were in one. Food would be more plentiful and she would be in company again. Maybe have someone to talk to instead of birds or herself. She sighed. It was the only logical thing to do. Clipping her teeth together in irritation she gave in and accepted that she would indeed join a pack. She walked on a few hours, contemplating her thoughts.

She had been alone for three years and had liked the freedom it has presented. She also feared that she had liked it too much to conform to a new rule. Not hers, but someone with a higher authority than her. She would give it a shot. If pack life wasn't to her liking, then she would leave. While she let her mind wander a pace, her nose twitched at the scent of wolves. Quickening her stride, she came upon a boarder to a pack land. Here she would try and make it work. She just hoped that it was the right decision. Kike sat her butt on the leaf strewn ground and lifted her head to send her sweet voice out in a summons. Then lowered her head to keep a watchful eye to the surrounding wood so as not to be sneaked upon. Please let this be right! she thought as she waited attentively.

Oh how she wished for peace to claim her. To calm her rapidly beating heart as she sat there at the boarder, waiting anxiously for a pack member. She did not have long to wait and soon the sound of paws thudding the hard, packed, leaf strewn ground reached her ears and she sat more alert. Her tan ears pressed forward in curiosity, her tail straightened out on the ground behind her. She thought about giving her coat a quick shake to settle any rough patches, but it was to late as the form of a large she wolf appeared through a grove of maple trees.

Her dark tail was raised to curl over her back, a sign of high status but a a kind smile graced her lips at her approach. This new fae did not have a threatening stance nor a hidden anger to be bothered by a new she wolf asking for admittance into her home. Kike liked this girl immediately. There was just something about her that was unquestioningly sincere in the way she held herself. She called a greeting to Kike, asking if she needed any help and delivering her name. Her forth coming was a little startling to the fae whom had to hide her true feelings and whom had had to tell so many untruths. Basically, Kike lived a life of beating around the bush.

Dried leaves crunched underfoot as she lowered herself a bit, her ears laid back. She brought her tail to her side as she remained in her slightly submissive posture. Being a rule unto herself, Kike found it difficult to submit fully to another, but she was trying. Her eyes glanced briefly at the other female, then went to her fire paws as she opened her mouth and let it ring forth with certainty. "Yes, fae. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am in need of a home. If you have room for another I would gladly appreciate it." Kike thought about it for a second then added, "My name is Kike, Nnyla."

She stood to her feet, her tail hanging in a relaxed manner with her ears following suit. But her eyes remained vigilant to roam the surrounding wood. She noted a curiously formed group of maple trees behind her. Their trunks gnarled and twist. That is what I feel like. Twisted and molded into a killer. A snatcher of life, even though he had brought it on himself when he took me in, she thought to herself. Her done swiveled back to give Nnlya another friendly smile. It was pleasant to know that, even though she was new, she had friends with this pack. To have to earn respect without having to rip out someone's throat would be perfect for her. She had disliked serving that kind of punishment for any inflection that her alpha had deemed treasonous.

Then the big question came. She had hoped no one would pry into her previous life but, she had known it would have come out sooner or later. Still, she couldn't help but going still at its inquiry. She dropped her gaze, avoiding the gaze from the other so she wouldn't see the disgust or pity when Kike revealed her truth. Her burden she had carried for three long  years. At first, Kike opened her mouth to speak part of the truth but she hesitated. Taking a breath she started again. Taking a leap of faith and hope that this fae wouldn't turn her back on her, she opened her maw again to spill out her reason for leaving. "I had ended the life of the alpha of a pack who had decimated mine. For all I know there were no survivors. I had been six months old at the time and he had captured me while I was searching for my father and brother in the wreckage. He kept me as a prize but I moved up through the ranks so that someday I would be able to extract justice for my pack and my family." When she neared the end of the short version of her story, Kike's voice had taken on a hard edge.

She could still remember to hot taste of Ash's blood as it filled her mouth. Could still see him on the floor of his den, writhing as the blood soaked his fur. She had thought she would feel at peace, but she only felt bitterness and longing. Her pale honeyed eyes still didn't meet the friendly and welcoming fae. She was sure that this fae would revoke her acceptance and tell her that there was no place for someone like her in this pack.

[OOC - You are accepted into Helidos, Welcome! PLease change your name to Caretaker Kike and add yourself to the Helidos group under the ranks tab up the top.}