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She had fast mastered the land, finishing her task of knowing the land within Phoenix, but she had to still get to know all the members...hell she wasn't even sure what the leader was up to most of the time. She was a failure, a failure at everything. A deep sigh came from her as she came down the slight incline of Moon Ranch. Her trot was smooth, but her body held in a manner that shown her emotions like the back of a hand. Head down, ears back, and tail down without the slightest hint of a wag. The most depressing thing to her was leaving this place after her tasks were done, but she still had to find others in the pack. Was she being avoided? Was she a plague? It would make sense...that was why Dominick disappeared, that was why none of the members wanted to meet her, and it was why the new member disappeared too.

The scent of another came to her nose, this one was new to her. She slowed to a stop though scared to greet the other fearing she'd scare him off like all the others. Still curiosity fueled her need to at least see where exactly he was, and this was Phoenix Valley territory, he was an intruder really. Gulping down one of her many insecurities she moved in a slow trot letting her senses guide her. Soon she found the stranger, he was near the villas. Her two toned blues stared as he moved. She wasn't sure what would happen, but she decided to let herself be known there was no reason for a stranger to be able to move freely through the lands, right? Licking her muzzle nervously she approached the strange walking male, "E-excuse me.." she managed to say as she came within hearing distance, though her voice was very soft making it hard to hear her anyway regardless of distance, "...how, umm, how may I help you?" she asked in her normal shy voice.

It really exercised her mind and patience trying to understand the seemingly shy and nervous male. He wasn't small, so why was he so meek. He looked to be a large strong brute, but with the confidence of a mouse...not that it was bad, it just didn't fit. Sitting down she kept her ears back for a moment before he spoke again this time a rather large sentence with lots of stuttering. Ears again flicked forward listening and trying to decipher, her head gave a small tilt, finally she understood and her tail wagged, "Your mom was a founder!? Wow, I wish I could have met her. Judging by how this pack is I bet she was a great woman, sweet and kind with confidence and courage." She was like a big pup at heart, amused by the smallest of gestures and words. Her eyes lite up and she smiled wondering if he needed to hear her name again seeing as he seemed to have missed it probably due to his own frustrated growls or something. She stood up, "Adonia..my name is Adonia Demos...just in case you missed it the first time." Another soft smile came from her, then she circled around him coming to his side, "If you want I can find Jefferson for you, if you're looking for signs of your mother..you know just for comfort or whatever, maybe Jefferson has a few of her trinkets or things as memorandum, you know of the founders. Personally, I never really new of any of the founders, or heard of them. I've been here, um..about six or seven months...umm or has it been longer than that?"

She was beginning to relax some, and it was showing in small ways by how much she talked and how much she was letting her guard down around the large male. Sitting down near his side she tilted her head in thought, then finally shrugged, "Oh..whatever..who cares, I've been here long enough.." She let out a soft giggle. Granted in the back of her mind she figured he'd end up leaving and becoming an acquaintance rather than a friend, but she might as well enjoy his company while she could. She gave up on mateship and the like no male wanted her, so why bother. Her two toned eyes looked back to him, "So..what do ya' say? Wanna go see Jefferson?" Her joy filled eyes looked to him wondering if he would possibly stick around for a few days, or meet Jefferson then leave. She wasn't sure, but all she knew was she was curious about him and wondering if that stuttering was a permanent fixture on his tongue. Seemed he was able to say one word without a stutter, maybe others would follow.

pleh, shortness....AAAAHH AND I just posted with Aro..w.e.

Adonia noticed his slight panic as she didn't realize he was blind on one side, perhaps she was being a little too much again. Her ears went back as her smile turned slightly sheepish before she felt the head butt upon her shoulder and leg. She was caught of guard by the touch and she gave a soft wag and a nervous smile unsure how to react and why he did it, but then she realized he wasn't going to respond in words. Maybe he didn't feel like stuttering anymore, that was fine then. A soft chuckle came from her and she did the move back to him, "Okay, then lets find Jefferson" It was then as she started moving she realized maybe it would be better to call for him, "..umm...maybe I should call for him..I think that would be easier..." She turned to him wondering if he had an opinion. She liked to know what others thought, and it seemed other wolves opinions mattered a lot to her, a lot of times she found herself taking them to heart which she knew she shouldn't because half the time they cut into her like a knife.

He had a strange knack for placing himself in convenient positions. More than once Jefferson's presence had been requested just a jog away from where he'd been lollygagging; more than once did Jefferson ever-so-conveniently stumble upon a foreign scent in passing and follow it to its route just minutes before his presence would have been requested anyway. The cold weather in particular made this innate sense less constructive, for the cyclops typically found himself additionally grumpy and pained in his joints, thus less likely to wander from the warm innards of the central ranch house. However, his duties as leader demanded otherwise, and once the brute led the ranch animals back into the barn and maintained their stock in preparation for the afternoon, the Patriarch shifted back into his shorter form, cleared his throat, and began his slow limp around the territory.

And, as always, the brute caught a whiff of a foreign scent and immediately tailed it. The cyclops had not lived in Phoenix Valley two years without learning each and every smell that filled the territory, including those of his members; with one eye and an ear out of commission, perhaps the losses had boosted his other senses. The brute chose not to care.

He came upon them, Adonia and an unnamed stranger, sauntering about past the borders. Tattered ears pricked with irritation, but the cyclops raised his head and peered his glowing eye down upon them. "I don't remember giving permission for guests," he said, eyeing the stranger darkly. His tone, however, remained mild and temperate. "Who is this? Why are you here?"

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It was sweet that she wanted to hear his broken and busted voice more, but he was in utter disgust of hearing the once cool voice that was always so smooth and didn’t have a bit of broken word to come out of it now fight to say even the smallest of thing. He had no issues with saying one word, maybe and that was a big maybe two words, but three he knew he would fight and stutter over. It was really a shame that he was forced to use his body to talk with the other beings. He lowered his head looking away from her as he nodded, it made him so mad that he could and maybe would never be able to talk smoothly like she was to him.

Turning around and walking back to her, the female didn’t want to get into trouble by this Jefferson being for letting him stay in the lands to long then a quick visit. The silver beast moved to a step be hide her, able to keep his good eye on her. Not that she was going to attack him anytime soon he hoped. However she was well within eye sight of the male. He gave a nod, why would he want to push his luck after all he was a loner that no one would want to have about really he would be extra weight within the pack if anything.

The strongest smell of the land moved closer and closer, and it was by the smell of it coming closer and closer to them and it was locked onto them. He gulped with a whine looking over to Adonia with a scared look in his darker blue eye as the soft blue white shifted around twitching side to side slightly. Lowering his head and body over his paws, he was not sure what to think of what was going to happen. Last strong sent that came to him was for a beating, god he hoped that wasn’t going to happen to him again.

Seeing the movement Noah was slightly less scared (if that was even able) He pushed up a bit, this males words came out they made the silver male’s heart jump and race. He wouldn’t let the female take the fall for him being here, he stepped up looking at the ground under him, far too scared to look at the male in the eye. He took note of the height the male stood lower him-self below his height and pulling his tail down to between his legs. Member or Loner this male smelled of a leader. Noah coughed up a reply.”N…nuh….nuh..Noah Sir. Noah Sah…ha..saw…Sawtooth. Son of D…DuhDuh…Deuce a..annn…and Lucifer. Tr….tr…trying to fuh…fuh..find Wh..whu…what changed her.M…M…Miss tuh..tuh…told me you mug…muh..might know her.” He sighed letting the air rush out of his lungs. Dear god he hated to talk beyond everything in his life. There had to be a better way of talking to other beings in these lands.

Her ears pricked as she waited for only a moment before the silver male approved her decision. It was when she turned toward most of Phoenix Valley about to issue a call for her alpha that the large silver male let out a whine. Everything happened so fast, as she figured out why, and when she figured that out Jefferson came into view and he didn't look pleased at all. She nearly shrunk down to the ground, tail tucking as her head averted from Jefferson, she was about to speak when Noah stepped forward and spoke, she then felt bad, not necessarily at him but maybe it was. Either way she knew she had to take charge of Noah, it was after all her job to get Jefferson the moment an intruder came into the lands. She took in a deep breath and lifted her head, ears pasted back lost in her thick medium length fur. "I found him in the lands already..as he said, his name is Noah Sawtooth. I was about to call for you, he wishes to find information about his mother Deuce, he said she was a founder of Phoenix Valley.." Her eyes gave a quick glance to him before averting again, moving into a seated position leaned low as if she were a pup caught in trouble.

Licking he lips she waited for what Jefferson would have to say next, hoping maybe he'd forgive her for not being quicker in calling for him. Noah didn't seem like a threat, but like he said, if he was going to be a guest in the land, she should have gotten permission and quicker than she had. It was wrong of her, and she quickly noted that she needed to be quicker in her deliveries. Adonia glanced over to Noah seeing the frustration and it was then she finally understood. He wasn't nervous or shy, not really..he just had trouble talking. Curiosity overcame her and she wondered why he had trouble speaking. She could perfectly understand him, it just took patience. Her eyes quickly looked to Jefferson again wondering what would happen. She knew he wasn't a violent male despite his vicious appearance--oh so that's how she saw him. He looked mean, but he really wasn't--well not that she saw. She tried to calm herself but she was worried. Would Noah be turned away? She wanted to ask the silver male so many questions--though surely that would frustrate him because he had to talk, maybe the more he talked the more he could practice talking without stuttering. He did say that one word without a stutter. Was he born with it? Looking at his damaged body, surely he wasn't born with it. Maybe it was an accident. If so, surely he could recover from it, he just needed help.

Despite his perpetual cowering, Noah was quick to correct the sharp-eyed Patriarch. Jefferson would not admit to being impressed—not that he had any reason to be impressed in the first place, he supposed—and thus the cyclops simply hung his cold gaze on the stranger when he spoke instead. He was introduced as Noah, and although Jefferson had an immensely hard time understanding the wolf through his stuttering, the Patriarch's tattered ears perked instantaneously at the mention of 'Sawtooth.' Son of Deuce.—well, that was to be expected, she certainly got around—and Lucifer. Fantastic. The cyclops thinned his eyes, snorted, and raised his head once more. A bias was set, just like that.

As if set in stone, his head remained menacingly pointed at the cowering wolf, though his eye shifted to its corner to watch Adonia. She introduced the boy more formally (and fortunately so, as Jefferson had hardly comprehended anything else Noah had muttered). "Stand up straight, both of you," he barked, shifting his weight away from his bad leg, which quickly bent up against his shoulder and relaxed. "Noah, is it? You won't cower like that in my presence. Your mother founded his pack and your father was a stubborn hard-ass who'd never bend like that. Get off the ground."

His ear twitched, his eye studied the stranger a few seconds more. He recognized that scent now, though its reek wasn't particularly welcomed. He had never been fond of Lucifer in the least, and Deuce's antics—including leaving an entire pack in the incapable hands of a loner like Jefferson—was far from appreciated as well. As far as Jefferson was concerned, it was as if his past was suddenly trying to surface all over again. "I don't know what's happened to your folks. Lucifer's been gone ages. Last I'd heard of him, he and your mother disappeared to found their own pack without hybrids like me—" he made no effort to suppress the hiss in his voice, "—but either way, Deuce ended up following my half-brother into Dahlia de Mai. She had some half-siblings for you there, but hell if I know their names. I don't know where she's been since."

He snorted once more, then fell back rather suddenly on his haunches and scratched at an ear with his hind leg. "That's all I've got," he muttered, scowling. "Adonia, you should have called." He glanced at her briefly, but hardly looked nor sounded angry about it.

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He didn’t have the heart to allow the male to trim the female down; she did want to keep him in the area where Jefferson could find them, when Noah was the one that elected to take the walk to find the male. He had to stand up and protect her and stand up for her name and her rank sake in the lands. Trusted or not every female should be treated with the up most respect. The male was ever so thankful that this lady understood what he was saying. It wasn’t word for word of what he said to this Jefferson character. He turned his strong blue eye to her as he offered up a small meek smile to her with a dip of his head, thankful that she was there to say what was needed to the male. He knew by showing the female his stronger blue eye that he would expose his blind side to the one eyed male, Noah hated to leave his blind side exposed to any one, the only one he knew he could trust to be at his blind side was his mother and yet he was still expected her to fall back to the power that his father had over her.

When the male barked an order at him the male slowly brought him-self to his height of his grandfather. Noah stood about four feet at his shoulders, he lowered his down though he wasn’t about to bring his head up, he was able to watch for other’s paws better this way, he hated being around others any more, he wasn’t a wolf that could live in a pack however he wasn’t as stupid as his father thought he was, he knew without a pack to help him hunt and eat though out this winter, and if he could find a pack that was able to help him with that then they deserved his loyalty and nothing less. The male told him all the information that he knew of her last where about, he knew that her dreams didn’t come true she fell under control of hate and power. The male wasn’t sure if he should push this male more but he had to know.”Duh..duh..did my Du..du..dad ever hu..hu..hu..hit her or rape hu..hu..her or anyone?” Lucifer had raped his mother and he guessed one time loving mate over and over many of times, and knew that he had tried to make his brother provide him pleasure, thankfully that his brother turned him down. ”W..w..who’s your huh…hua…half-brother?” He wasn’t sure of his mission would ever have an end, so far he found out that his mother might not cared for hybrids, why he wasn’t sure of the reason yet maybe he would find out but as of right now his mission was to find out how someone that use to be so strong to start these lands could fall so far from grace to allow Lucifer to keep her drugged up daily, he wanted to believe that his father would not have made her take her drugs if she would have asked not to(Foolishly believed would be more like it)

She felt utterly stupid for being sheepish as she was and straightened up as ordered then issued an apology spoken softly and nearly a whisper from her muzzle, "Sorry.." She listened as Jefferson went on speaking to Noah about his father. Sounds like an honorable and confident male. Then as the one eyed brute went on she suddenly wondered what kind of parents he had. They would have looked down upon her then just like her father's family. Her head went down, she was a 'hybrid'; a mutt; a sin. She lifted her head hearing the leader speak her name, her eyes met his for a brief moment then looked down in shame, she should have been more prompt. She gave a soft nod, "Yes, sir, I'll be more prompt next time I get the chance. I'm sorry.." It was sharply after her apology that Noah again spoke up.

Shock of what Noah asked made her look at him ears perked and a gawk on her face for a moment. It took her a minute to realize that she was and she quickly looked away head down. How could one do such a thing to another? Rape? Hit? But then she remembered her own haunting memories, her mother...The husky was vicious to her and still before she left to come to Novia Scotia her mother was in denial of such abuses toward her. A long kept secret about her past, no one knew of it, not a bit of it. Her eyes looked up to Jefferson then she bowed her head, "..if it is okay, I'm going to excuse myself.." She backed away kindly waiting for a small signal she could go, and then she would dismiss herself from the two.

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Though Noah much claimed to be their child, Jefferson hardly saw any resemblance of Lucifer or Deuce in the coward that was Noah. However, Jefferson very much remembered Lucifer's father as well—his stay was just as unpleasant as his son's, but thankfully short-lived—and that man had gone by the same name as this one. Perhaps it was some sort of mistake; from what Jefferson had seen thus far, there were no similarities whatsoever. This Noah did not have the cockiness of his father nor the selfish, impudent racism of his mother, and yet the cyclops could not alter his biased gaze. He was, however, in need; perhaps allowing Deuce's son into his pack would be rather late payback for, well, Deuce allowing him. As much as she didn't want to, of course.

Noah got to the point, his questions raw and blunt. The brute's tattered ears rose and he lay a rather pointed stare on the cowering thing. He nodded patiently at Adonia as she attempted to leave—it was probably better off she did, if this was going to be the conversational subject—then straightened his shoulders once more and whispered seductively. "Hit? Rape? I don't know." He didn't stutter on those words. A man like him didn't stutter on those words. "She led the pack until the day she left, and he was at the bottom. Iskata was gone so I wasn't promoted yet, but..." He paused to consider. "He wouldn't have. He wouldn't have done that while I was around, even if I didn't like either of them. He was under my direct command since the day he joined, as per orders from Iskata." Such fond memories.

"Haku," he answered, not a string of hesitance in the word, "a half-breed. She was a hypocrite."