07-19-2010, 09:52 AM
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His responses remained peaceful as they always were. Perhaps another wolf would have an instinctual grudge manifest as result for a few careless flaws in the female’s posture and act, but Conor liked to follow his own, loose rules for these things. He met a rich variety of individuals by the pack’s borders, and while their manners shifted as the weather so often did, they usually possessed a kind heart and a genuine desire for a place to call home. Who was he to refuse them that? He was merely the protector; holding the pack’s interest in his hands and so few of these souls wanted to infest the lands with cruel intentions. Her blooming smile was all he needed, and so nothing in his gentle posture was forced. He never was the kind to boss around and wear a crown.
”It is a pleasure meeting you, Layla,” the man replied in that same soft voice. It was unusual to receive questions about the pack so early in the process, but it was pleasant to see the lonely soul interested in more than the mere promise of a home. Dahlia was not for everyone, and so it was not uncommon for those pledging their alliances to the pack to abandon those promises and the lands. ”We do not enforce any specific lifestyle on our members,” he answered truthfully. Dahlia had the best of both worlds, and so the forms of its members varied. ”Our hierarchy follows the basics of a wolf pack, but a member is permitted to adjust their responsibilities as they please in their everyday life.” He found that he was uncertain of what she had meant. ”Dahlia consists of luperci and non-shifters, so our members choose the form they are most comfortable with, naturally.”
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His responses remained peaceful as they always were. Perhaps another wolf would have an instinctual grudge manifest as result for a few careless flaws in the female’s posture and act, but Conor liked to follow his own, loose rules for these things. He met a rich variety of individuals by the pack’s borders, and while their manners shifted as the weather so often did, they usually possessed a kind heart and a genuine desire for a place to call home. Who was he to refuse them that? He was merely the protector; holding the pack’s interest in his hands and so few of these souls wanted to infest the lands with cruel intentions. Her blooming smile was all he needed, and so nothing in his gentle posture was forced. He never was the kind to boss around and wear a crown.
”It is a pleasure meeting you, Layla,” the man replied in that same soft voice. It was unusual to receive questions about the pack so early in the process, but it was pleasant to see the lonely soul interested in more than the mere promise of a home. Dahlia was not for everyone, and so it was not uncommon for those pledging their alliances to the pack to abandon those promises and the lands. ”We do not enforce any specific lifestyle on our members,” he answered truthfully. Dahlia had the best of both worlds, and so the forms of its members varied. ”Our hierarchy follows the basics of a wolf pack, but a member is permitted to adjust their responsibilities as they please in their everyday life.” He found that he was uncertain of what she had meant. ”Dahlia consists of luperci and non-shifters, so our members choose the form they are most comfortable with, naturally.”