If I was to leave, (AW)

[Pendzez Zazkex]

What was the Spirit King to do today? He had not done much this month. Jefferson was sure to get angry at him. He had to gain in rank, to re-take the position he had as an honor before he dwindled. Maybe if Jefferson actually gave him a job to do, things would be different. However, he just had to find something that would get the leader's attention. Something big, something new, something... that doesn't seem to exist. What was causing the King to slack like this. If he remained like this, he would be out of the pack. He didn't want to leave Xeris like that. Just get kicked out, then wander off to some other place. This was against the Higher Spirit's principles. He would just have to find something to occupy.

Leaving his small cabin he and Xeris called home, the white male went to the barn. Maybe he could see if the livestock could do with some food. He wasn't sure if any of the other members had time to check the cattle. For all he knows, they haven't been fed yesterday. He would need to see if the grain troughs need more grain and the water trough was full. A simple task, but he hadn't been out lately for some reason. He needs to show more of his face around the back, otherwise, the Patriarch would have no reason to keep Pendzez anymore.

[Grace D'Angelo]

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OUT OF CHARACTER graceless

Howdy This is Grace's first time in a barn. wc312

IN CHARACTER graceful "Baa!" Soft autumn light filtered through the rafters sending streaks of hazy yellow throughout the barn. Fluffy dust motes and animal dander floated lazily, and the whole scene felt entirely cozy. Grace found herself oddly at peace. She was sitting heavily upon a barrel that held something or another, looking onto the large springy coat of the sheep. It's winter wool coming in fast in steady; it held the texture and feel of crimped dirty fleece. And over and over again Grace marveled over their lateral spiraling horns, wondering how her copper head would look sporting two identical horns next to her own copper ears. Addison had let Grace go to the barn to play today, figuring it would be good for the little puppy to become accommodated with the rest of the ranch. The D'Angelo offspring was hesitant at first, but as life swirled all around her she couldn't help but be drawn in. And although the scents were still tickling her nose with just how foreign they were, and the pollen made her eyes a bit itchy, it was the sheep that really made her happy. With their constant "baaing" and their overall demeanor, the livestock gave Grace another sense of living. Funnily enough, the sheep themselves were not threatened by the small fluff ball, instead they brayed their introductions and welcomed Grace to push her face in their woolen coats, echoing their own sounds in her nose and throat. They nuzzled back her affections and only skittered in fright when there was a newcomer that arrived. Silhouetted by autumn's golden beams he appeared ethereal and majestic, white fur blazing in the strong rays of light. Grace could only tilt her head and watch him as he entered, furrowing her copper brows and feeling awe-inspired by his tall statuesque form. Her mouth formed over sounds as they registered in her head, and she hesitantly greeted the new figure. "Baa?"

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[Pendzez Zazkex]

hi, sorry for the wait. I tend to have gaps between recent and last post

The white male continued with the autumn upon his back. He progressed on to the livestock, hearing their bleats and sounds getting louder as he got closer to the barn. His mind was set on them, he pretty much ignored his current surroundings. This was the concentration, or at least a part of it, that he so needed to get his path back on track up the ranks. He was a Nuncio, now he's back down to a Tueris. He needs to shape up, for both the pack, Xeris, and of course Jefferson.

He seem just to be several feet away from the full herd of the sheep, smelling someting foreign, in other words, not sheep... or cattle. It was wolf, or at least a pup. A pup out here? Alone? This seemed to trouble him, knowing there might be a lost pup out here, however, he started to think the pup was close. Amongst the sound of the sheep, he heard a mimic of bleating. When the sheep skittered away, there was a ball of fluff on the ground, that seemed to be looking at him. This must have been the pup that he could smell. Was she lost? "Little one, might I ask what are you doing amongst the sheep?