Cercatori D'Arte
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No posting order till people come in, make sure though you post 1 time until all 5 of us are in the thread, so heereeee we go!!!!


Today was the day, the day that would change four wolves’ lives together, in a way they were signing a pact, one that would build a new world, one in which they would make new things, music, art, life, all the joyous things that other’s took granted of. This was the day they’d meet and finally settle into their new home, he’d no idea where that was going to be until he’d ventured into the Ethereal Eclipse. It was perfect for them, plenty of resources to use from, quiet area, and the best he could do to keep from moving onto anyone’s territory, there was clean water, as well as salt water that had scores of fish. It would be perfect, now he’d an idea for the four of them to show their land off, it would be a project that wasn’t too big, but it was to show the unity of the pack itself. He sat on a rock by the shattered coast. He was playing his flute as he usually did, but because today was a special day, he had out his very special flute, the metal one, that he’d so luckily found, it was pristine and he knew it was special, so he had to make the day extra special by making the sounds of a beautiful metal flute carry through the shorelines and into the oceans, waiting for his fellows to come. He was a nervous wreck, he’d never thought of being a leader, he’d never had the ambition until the day Skye gave him the idea, well until they both got the idea, It would be amazing. The sounds of the flute carried over the sands, rocks and water, it calmed him in ways he couldn’t explain and it made him all the more ready to face this new challenge that was brought forth to him. A new pack was about to begin.

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Skye ran, all four legs on the ground in her extremely fast Secui form. She hated this form, but it was the fastest one, and as her now-keen ears picked up the notes in Shawchert's song, she pumped her legs harder. This was the day - the day it'd all begin. The small pouch she'd fashioned to hold her clothes thumped against the back leg it was tied to - it was slightly annoying, but didn't slow her down in the least. Her tail wagged in excitement. This was the day! The day for a new pack!

She paused behind a tree - she knew Shaw was on the other side. She didn't want to arrive naked, however - how rude! Slipping her paw out of the pouch, she closed her eyes and began to shift.

Skye didn't shift often - usually she was in her Optime form, which suited her to a tee. However, the Secui form was faster, and she didn't want to present herself as one, so she shifted. First, her snout slimmed and gained more flexibility for better speech. Then, her mane lengthened and shifted from a light cream to a deep auburn - long, wavy hair that reached down to her chest. Then, her front paws' fingers lengthened, the strange feeling of bones stretching out making Skye's spine tingle. Her entire body grew and expanded, and her midsection lengthened, too - and in return, slimmed until curves her visible.

When she was done, she promptly stood and quickly slipped on her loose pink t-shirt and baggy blue pants. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and stepped into the small clearing Shaw was in - today! Today was the day!

"Shaw! she exclaimed, her eyes shining. "I came, just like we agreed! Today's the day, Shaw! Something great is going to happen today. Something amazing is going to happen. Something really, really amazing."

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Lucia had left home. She simply walked away, leaving the Valley pack that had raised her without as much as a second glance. She was chasing foolish dreams, something new and exciting, and it felt right. Despite her nerves, she felt invigorated, and the farther west she traversed, the more her excitement grew. A couple of weeks ago she would have found the idea absurd that she would be running off to help form the ranks of a new pack, yet here she was. That Shawchert fellow she met in the city had told her to come out here, and she was almost surprised at how blindly she had accepted this. She could only hope that this was real, and that she had not come all the way out here for nothing.


But as the afternoon wore on, it brought with it a sweet, high pitched melody--it was him! It was true! A fresh rush of excitement filled her, calling forth a shameless smile to her lips. The girl picked up her pace and followed the music, the hem of her purple dress swishing against her calves. The Marino girl navigated through the forest, quickly finding her way to the small clearing where the large Shawchert and an unknown wolf were waiting. She came to a halt a short distance from the two, settling what she carried with her on the grass: and old backpack filled with books and small trinkets she couldn't bear to leave behind, and the case that held the guitar she'd scavenged from the city. "Hi, Shawchert," she greeted with a smile, the excitement pulling her into a rather uplifted mood. "And hello to you, too," she said to the other girl. This must be one of the others that Shaw had convinced to join. How many of them would there be?

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Hello there everyone Big Grin. WC: 373 {3 points}

Today was the day. Sepirah had made her decision to leave Inferni and begin a new life in Shwchert’s pack. While she wasn’t much of an artistic jackal, she was sure there was something that she would be able to do to contribute to her new pack. Inferni was not home anymore, and it never really felt like home to begin with. Sure most of her family lived inside the Inferni lines, but the dark princess never really met any of them, so there was no real use to continuing in a place where she felt like she didn’t belong. The morning was bright as always, if not a little brighter than normal. The jackal closed her eyes as the sun beamed into the cave entrance. She decided not to tell anyone she was leaving. It was not like anyone was going to notice and even if they did, it’s not like they would miss her much. She hopped out of the cave and began to head for the borders. This was the last time she was probably going to see the Inferni on the inside. As she came to the line of skulls, she stopped and took one last moment. She took in the last moment with them before she dashed off into the unknown.

Soon Sepirah found her place in the familiar area known as the Eternal Eclipse. She was here not too long ago when she met Kemo. Surprisingly enough, she had actually grown attached to the blind wolf, and was glad that she may now be living closer to him. She trotted along until she caught the familiar scent of Shawchert. She followed the scent until the tan and red wolf came into view. She was glad to see him again, but this time he wasn’t alone. It took the dark princess a moment before she recognized the cream colored wolf. She had met him along the borders to Inferni. Hopefully he would have nothing against her. The other wolf was unfamiliar to her. She had never seen her around before. She gave the new wolf a smile before turning to Shawchert. ”It’s a pleasure to see you again Shawchert. I hope you and everyone else is doing well.”

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; yay pack formation!; 584 words


The creation and formation of a pack was something that he knew nothing about. Actually he was just setting out on his own. Not exactly by choice but because his home and the family were gone. He had only been spared the fate because he didn't eat what was being served, goose just didn't appeal to him nor did the greens that it was served with. It was only his picky tastes the kept him from the fate that others suffered. From falling asleep and never waking up again. To him that is what it had seemed happened to all that he knew. He had tried shaking them awake but it hadn't worked out. Even the ones known to wake easily refused to get up. He had no choice but to pack up his things and leave. Of course he hadn't checked through everyone, only the ones that were close to him. They hadn't woken up when he had shaken them and he hadn't known what to do past that. All he could think to do was to leave. What would be the point in staying somewhere where only the evidence of demise had surrounded him? It wasn't as if others hadn't left before. He knew of a few that had left before this whole ordeal happened. He had no idea where they had gone or any of that. He hadn't even thought to ask because he didn't see why anyone would want to leave. But now he was making the journey himself.

He had packed up his few belongings with him. He didn't have many possessions at all. In total there was a couple of voodoo dolls that he had made himself, the athames that he he had made, a few candles, some flint, and mushrooms packed into the satchel that he had made. The satchel was slung across his shoulder and back though around his neck was a gris gris, his own little good luck charm. Most of the things he had packed up being things that he had made himself, even the satchel being of his own making. He didn't really see it as any sort of talent but just something that he did. Just something he was capable of, making things that he had actually used. Who was to say if he would be able to use them wherever he ended up going but it didn't stop him from packing them up because they were his belongings and such.

With everything pack and finding himself ready to go he left New Brunswick behind. He had no idea where he was going but had simply walked. When he got to the shoreline he dove into the water and took off swimming. Breaks were taken upon the islands that rest between the land masses but he eventually found himself in Nova Scotia. After all it was just right across the water. And as well as he came across a new land he also found a group of wolves as well. He had no idea what was going on but it didn't stop him from approaching anyways. He had always lived in a group setting where everyone knew each other so he had no anxiety about being in a group setting once again. "What's going on?" The question was posed as he looked from once face to another. It seemed that everyone's attention was turned to the flute playing wolf and so he looked to the other as well. "What song is that?"



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OOC: darn 525 words exactly hahaha, anyways we can make this quick and short, don’t match my huge ass post, doesn’t matter how many words you have it <3 I still love you all, sorry this one is so long, next few will be short and sweet the way we want it so we can hurry and get this thread closed and we can get the actual pack up and running <3


Shawchert kept playing the music as he watched them come to him one by one. Skye was showing her excitement, enough for the both of them. He was happy, it was a good sign., he slowly nodded, but let his music play on as he waited for the others. When Lucia came, she was showing her excitement less, though he could tell it was radiating off of her as well, he again nodded, and continued playing. Sapirah however wasn’t as excited, but she was more intrigued than anything, he liked seeing the different attitudes of all the wolves, especially the ones he’d be making a home with. Finally everyone who’d agree was there and he let his song finally finish, and smiled at the three wolves all newly meeting. He’d met them all himself, but soon they would be a family.

Thank you for coming, this means so much to me, and now we are going to go on a journey….

He stopped suddenly when a wolf came up, he’d obviously been playing the flute when the wolf had come into the clearing, but Shawchert was not at all worried. He looked at the wolf and smiled, both answers ready on his tongue.

We are actually in the process of forming a pack, or more like a family, one that will create many things and spread that creativity around.

He could tell this wolf was traveling, either he was visiting or he was a loner like him and Skye had been. He turned his attention back to the group at large, he figured if the wolf wanted to stay, he might be a part of everything, if not he’d just leave.

As I was saying, we are about to take a Journey, one that will bring us to our homes, and soon all of us will in a way be a family. My name is Shawchert, I do hope to be as good of a leader as the packs of the surrounding areas, and I hope every one of you are going to be happy in the Cercatori d’Arte, the seekers of art, a place that will be haven for those who wish to create, and still haven yet for those who have not found such a path or wish for a home.

He spoke proudly and thoroughly, hoping they weren’t bored from the speech, as he’d always been bored when his own father had talked.

Since we are the founding members, I had an idea that we could either carve something in wood or rock and paint them, though I have few paint resources, we can always do that later. But I thought a collage, telling outsiders what we are, would be a good border marker for our pack.

He was hoping this idea would be open for everyone, he hoped they also took his queue in introducing himself that they should introduce themselves as well, he looked over at Skye, he knew she’d be the co leader of the whole thing as she’d given him the idea in the first place, he’d gathered them all. She was mostly the brains of the thing.

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Yay! New pack! ^^ Hi everyone! Also, Sepirah, Skye's a girl. ^^ "

"Hello," she said to the new person who just joined. She was meeting new wolves already! But before she could say anything more, Shaw began to speak.

As Skye listened to Shaw's speech, she couldn't help but be awed at the excitement and determination in his voice. It was inspiring - it really was. And what was almost more exciting was that she would be part of it! Thoughts began to whirl in her head, almost overwhelming her - but not quite. No, today was a day to be level-headed and quick-witted, as to assist her new pack in any way she could.

Suddenly, she realized that Shaw's flow of words had stopped and he was looking at her encouragingly. Did he want her to say something? She suddenly realized that perhaps he did. For an instant, she felt a surge of panic - she never had spoken in front of people before...she's never been much of a talker. Only a writer. She looked down to the floor before looking back up again. She looked around; these canines would be the beginning of something new...something great and beautiful...she couldn't be afraid. Not if she was going to be a part of it. And then she put these thoughts in her head into action:

"Hi," the cream-colored wolf said, not exactly sure what she was about to say but determined to say it anyway. "I'm Skye Collins. Today is the start of something new. Something new and amazing and grand, as grand as the beginning of something borne from our own hands." She looked around the clearing; there were new faces, Shaw, and someone she saw before. She smiled and continued. "And we're all going to be a part of it." She paused, collected her thoughts, and went on. "When you make something, when you create, there's a feeling you get. A marvelous feeling. A feeling as though you just gave a piece of your heart to that something you created. That feeling...that feeling is what this pack is about. And that feeling isn't just about creating something new; it's about sharing it with the people around you, and being with them. Sharing inspiration with everyone and all, not just creators and seekers of art. Everyone. That's what this is about."

Skye looked around, caught up in the moment - but this wasn't a time for that. Not now. She'd never guessed she'd be part of something this...this monumental. It was an amazing feeling - just like the one she described.

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They were soon joined by another who seemed to know Shawchert, and with her arrival the big wolf stopped the melody of his flute and began to address those gathered. Were they to be the only ones to gather here today? To be honest though, Lucia hadn't been sure what to expect at all from this. It was good enough for her that this was happening at all, and that it wasn't just some foolish dream. Gem-like eyes studied each of the canines in silence as their soon-to-be leader began to speak.


He was interrupted, however, by the approach of a rather peculiar looking wolf. With a pelt splashed with various colours and symbols, he certainly seemed to be an eccentric one, and quite curious judging from the questions he fired off as he approached. Interestingly enough, Shaw didn't seem to be bothered, simply explaining the situation before continuing on with his speech. The Marino girl's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, wondering just why he would choose to walk around with such a colourful appearance.


Lucia then focused her attention on Shawchert and the one who introduced herself as Skye. It seemed appropriate enough to the sandy-furred wolf that they should give a speech of sorts, but their words held just enough of touch of stiff formality, of carefully calculated words, that Lucia almost felt the need to roll her eyes. But she couldn't deny that the words they spoke rang true within her too, and she gave them her full attention.


When silence fell upon the little group, Lucia glanced around uncomfortably, feeling a need to speak up to break the silence, but unsure of what to say. An introduction, perhaps? Couldn't go wrong with that. "Um. I'm Lucia Marino. I'm glad to be meeting you all, and creating a new home with you." She tried to grasp for more words, but found none. Short, sweet, and to the point, then.

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WC: 355 {3 points}

Sepirah paused as the tune was playing, thoughts racing in her head. Was this really what she wanted? She was not an artistic wolf, she was a warrior and a commander. She liked to take charge and have some control over something. It seemed in this pack she would not be able to reach that. She figured there wasn’t even going to be any warriors since they were a pack of the arts. She shook her head and finally came the conclusion that Inferni was the right place for her. She was unaware that she had gained a new rank, but she knew that Inferni was her true home and join a new pack would be a huge mistake.

Finally Sepirah made up her mind. She was going to go back home and stay with Inferni. Truth was it seemed she was the only non-wolf present. She would feel too left out in this pack should she have chosen to stay. Not wanting to interrupt the soon to be leader of the pack, she waited until after his speech before she would speak to him about changing her mind on joining his pack. He was so proud of his new pack and she felt a little bad for now backing out of him. Her ears folded down as he continued to speak.

Once he was done, Sepirah moved over to Shawchert and lowered her head a bit. Her heart hung a bit with regret, but really this was the right thing to do. She was an Inferni warrior, not an artist and would never fit in with this pack of wolves. The jackal sighed softly before speaking. ”Shawchert…” She paused to wait until she had his attention. ”I’ve changed my mind… I’m going to stay as a warrior of Inferni… I’m sorry for backing out like this…” While she may be staying in her own pack, she wondered if she’d be welcome to visit. The tan wolf was still a good friend to her. She raised her head and folded her ears back a bit. ”Shawchert, would it still be alright for me to visit?”

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; 516 words


Ouija gave a nod as his questions were answered. Or well, one was answered but not the other. Still the one that he was given just piqued his curiosity. Creating things, eh? He already did that. He wondered what things these others made. After all Ouija was a walking, talking testament of art. As well as being an advertisement for the colors of nature. One could say that he was art personified. Or at least he wasn't afraid to get in touch with his colorful side. There were so many colors in the world so he didn't see why he should be stuck to only one. And so he colored himself with anything that he could possibly get his hands onto. It was just one of his quirks that made him who he was. Just something else about him that others didn't seem to understand.

He listened as introductions were made. Everyone giving a name. Or well everyone but the one that had chosen to back out at the last minute. Why had they bothered to come if they were just going to leave? To him it made no sense. If tragedy hadn't struck the cult that he had spent his life in then he had no doubt that he would still be there. He had made a promise to them and had kept it. Even now that he was away from the area he had no doubt that he would still stick to the rituals that he had been taught. What was the worth of a life if you didn't have something to adhere to and to believe in. So while his customs may appear strange to outsiders it was just what he had grown up with.

After the deserter decided to make her parting pleas Ouija chose to use the opportunity to speak up. "Seeing as I have nowhere to go right now I could offer my services. I'm Ouija, fresh out of New Brunswick." He gave a rather simple introduction and with it he had motioned back over his shoulder to the way of New Brunswick from which he had come. And while he was at he placed down his satchel so that he could pulls a few things from it. "I don't know about putting your heart into what you make since I've only crafted what I use." He spoke to words as he pulled out one of his voodoo dolls and an athame and laid them on the ground for all to see. "I've made both of these, among others, as well as my bag and my gris gris." It was a quick showing of his talents and didn't mention anything about his branded tattoos or the dye job to his coat. It also spoke nothing for any rituals he participated in either. But why give away everything up front? It would mean that there wouldn't be anymore to learn about each other. What would they do at future meetings? Besides, it seemed that only he had decided to do a bit of show and tell, well... minus Shawchert's flute playing.



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OOC: Ok Hopefully we just need 2 more posts each, or 1 more depending how we go abut this, Ouija you can post right after Lucia now :3 and lets get this done soooon <3


He felt pride as they introduced each other, that was until Sepirah stepped to him. He was paying attention to the others but what she had to say made his heart stop. She was backing out? Now? She’d seemed so excited, he felt bad to let a good dancer go to waste, but it was her decision. His heart sank, was it really going to fall to pieces the day it was going to be made? No. He told himself, he’d been working long and hard these past few months. He shook his head.

It is ok Sepirah, I understand and you are always welcome to visit.

He said calmly as he looked at her, he was still her friend and she seemed genuinely sorry, he didn’t blame her since she already was in a pack. He watched her silently as she turned and left for the other direction. He then turned his attention to the remaining, it seemed even though he’d lost one member another would be in her spot. He smiled at Ouija who showed him his works after the coyote mix left. He liked what he saw.

You don’t have to put everything into what you do, but if you like what it is you do, that’s the best thing in the world. I’m sure if you have nowhere else to stay you can find a place in our pack.

He turned his head to the rest still as proud as he could be. this was it, if anyone else left, did that mean it wouldn’t even exist? He shook his head, trying to get the worry out of his mind, they were four capable wolves, they would be able to live as a pack, that is if the new male would join them. He let his thoughts drift as he began to say.

Well lets not just stand here, I’ll show you where we will be living.

He said, and shifted to his Halfling form. From there he waited for those that were optime to change but charged forward heading towards the forest. It took a little longer than he wanted it to, he was so excited about this, they had their own spot, and everything. It was just a dream come true to him. Soon he was at the spot he wanted to be and slowed to a stop, stopping next to a big boulder, and waiting for the other’s to catch up or catch their breath. He figured the boulder would be a way to show what they are, he was no painter, but he was a good carver, and if anyone had trouble he’d help them. They were deep in the Ethereal Eclipse now, the birds were chirping the wind through the trees, crickets and other animals made noises here and there. This was the sound of home from now on.

I know not all of us know how to draw, I for one am not the best, but if we have any paints, I’m afraid I have only light yellow paint, but I figured a mural of sorts would show the other’s what we are all about.

He said, his formality now finished, he was feeling more like himself, he was feeling that now they were here, they were all home. It was just great even sepirah’s leaving was less disheartening than it had been.

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Skye nodded to the wolf who had spoken after her - Lucia Marino. She looked a bit like her, with the same sandy coloration, but different eyes and darker spots around her face. She wondered what art she partook in - if any at all, that was. Although the pack was for artists, she knew that members of any kind were valuable for the pack and always wanted. She smiled to Lucia, hoping that she'd get to know her better later on and become good friends.

Skye's attention was diverted, however, as Sepirah, the coyote she'd encountered at Inferni's borders, stepped up and whispered lowly to Shawchert. She apparently had changed her mind, and wanted to go back to Inferni. Skye felt slightly sad - she'd wanted to know more about the mysterious coyote - but understood. After all, she was a part of another pack, and even if Skye didn't know the bonds and loyalty a pack member had to his or her pack, she did know that it couldn't be easy to switch from one to the other. And she was glad when Shaw said the coyote could visit.

Next came the stranger, the new one, Ouija. Skye could have told from looking at him that he was artistic - his body showed it all. Dyes of every color streaked his naturally-white fur, and smudges of paints of different kinds dotted the canine. He said some words and took out some of his things - a strange doll that resembled someone, and a double-edged dagger, not unlike Skye's own knife she kept in the pocket of her pants. She admired his handiwork before turning back to Shaw to see what he now had to say.

It seemed that they were leaving the beach, like Skye knew they would; and Shaw was changing into his halfling form! Not wanting to be left behind, Skye changed; but into her Lupus form. She tucked her chin close to her neck and closed her eyes, concentrating. So much shifting in one day! Her fur grew coarser and slightly longer, and the hair on the top of her head shifted from auburn to cream and shrank. Her fingers shortened into paw stubs, and before long, a wolf stood where Skye's optime form had been seconds ago. Stuffing her clothes into her hand-made bag, she slipped her paw into the loop and took off after Shaw.

It took shorter than she thought it would, and she quickly shifted out of sight of the other canines. Putting on her clothes in a rush, she stepped into the clearing Shaw had stopped in, and marveled at the beauty of her new home.

"I know not all of us know how to draw, I for one am not the best, but if we have any paints, I’m afraid I have only light yellow paint, but I figured a mural of sorts would show the others what we are all about."

Skye nodded and dug around in her pocket before drawing out her long dagger. "Maybe we could make the sign on a tree," she suggested. Looking around, she pointed with her knife towards a thick tree; short but wide. "We could carve in the name of our pack."

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post is rushed and funky, but i wanted to get it up before i disappear until monday...


Not moments after the girl had spoken, the jackal amongst them hurried to Shaw's side and declared her departure. Lucia's brow furrowed at this display, wondering why on earth she had shown up if she was so reluctant to actually commit. There wasn't much point in dwelling on it, however; they apparently had much to do and little time to waste on such thoughts.


The colourful brute was quick to step in and show off his own creations, though it was hardly a surprise to find that he was a crafty one. The abundance of hues decorating his pelt did a wonderful job of showing that fact off for all to see. The Marino girl couldn't even guess what would drive someone to splash themselves so thoroughly with such colours, but it certainly seemed like a perfect fit for their lot. Such perfect timing to bring him around while they were shaping their new pack.


Shawchert gave his approval and moved on to urge them to follow him farther into what would soon be their territory. Lucia was glad to note that the previously formal air this little rendezvous had was now all but gone, in its place a much more comfortable and familiar feeling. The man shifted to his bulkier four-legged form, and Lucia debated forgoing the change herself. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep up so well on two legs, however. Green eyes lingered on her bag and guitar case, knowing that she would not be able to carry them with her should she shift. With some consideration, she brought them beneath a curved tree to be retrieved later; no one would be around to mess with them here, right?


She removed her simple dress, made the change to her lighter and more comfortable lupus form, a followed the others. When they came to a halt near the boulder, she sat and listened to Shaw and Skye's suggestions, choosing to remain in her four-legged form for the moment. Creative ideas, ones with which they could begin to truly get to know one another. She nodded her approval. "I've never really drawn, but I think it could be fun." Something simple and light-hearted, to take away some of the seriousness that surrounded the fact that she done something as monumental as leaving her birth pack to found another. "Cercatori d'Arte," she found herself muttering as Skye suggested carving their pack's name. Hearing the words out loud made her think of her papa, of the language he and momma had passed down to her. The thoughts came with the faintest stirrings of homesickness, of longing for simple days long past. But it also gave her hope that this fresh start would soon provide her with even better memories.

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The large male wasn't certain what it meant to craft from the heart. He made the things that he needed, though he had taken requests and made some things for others as well. But even that had a practical use. He wasn't sure what it meant to create just to create. Though he had made extras and back up of some things that he already had when he was bored. But then again it never hurt to have more than one of anything. Something could always happen to the first and so he would at least he would have another with which to replace the previous item. And then there were the rituals that took more than one item, generally candles. Though he had multiple dolls for different departments in luck. General luck, health, romance. There were so many aspects and so, to him at least, it was easier to focus on only one single subject in each doll to make the spell that much more powerful.

So even though he didn't understand what they meant with their crafting he still hadn't been turned away. It was true that he enjoyed having something to do with his hands. He didn't exactly like being idle so he tended to be working on something or at least finding things he needed for future undertakings or even taking the time to think out the things he would need for what he wanted to do so that he at least had a list to hunt for. So he always tried to find something to busy himself with.

What came as even more of a surprise were that his items weren't remarked upon. Others over in New Brunswick, those not a part of the cult, had a negative opinion of them. Perhaps these few had no idea what exactly the items were or anything about their uses. Perhaps it would be okay to settle here with them. It wouldn't be the same as living within his cult where everyone followed the same rituals but at least this lot was accepting without judging. But that just could be because they hadn't had heard any of the negative remarks about what he did. That worked out well for him though.

When they all seemed ready to move deeper into the trees Ouija packed back up the items that he had taken and slipped the satchels back on. Being the last to arrive he was also the last to leave the area. He couldn't happen to notice another's uncertainty about leaving things behind. He knew just how that was. He watched her change and run off before going over to where she had hid her items and picked them up. He was large and had a large stride so he should be able to easily keep up without having to make the shift. So with the female's items tucked beneath his arm and his own satchel across his back he made to make up the distance that his delay had caused.

It only took him a short sprint, the wolf already having been active and in good condition seeing as he had swam the distance between the landmasses rather than walking the long way around, before he caught back up to the small group. He gave a small smile as he came back upon them and took Lucia's items over to her and placed them down beside her. His judgment could have been faulty and she didn't want anyone else touching her things but he had sympathized with her situation. There were times, like this one, where being a giant came in handy.

He listened to the ideas that were tossed out. He hadn't brought any paint or things to draw with with him on the trip over. Well, he had candles and the wax could probably be used but the wick would have to dry out before he would be able to melt the wax. "I have candles with me. I suppose the wax could be drawn with though with the wick wet I wouldn't be able to light it to melt the wax. Though if you had chalk that would be easy to draw with. Or berry juice is good for staining. A number of plants could have the color heated out of them to produce dyes." Obviously he would know about coloring, wouldn't he? Still it was just a few ideas.



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OOC Last posts everyone!!! <3


He waited for the rest and thankfully they all came, he’d been glad that he was able to keep his own belongings on him as his satchel was easily kept at his side in his Halfling form, but he did notice Lucia had left her own stuff and he was feeling rather guilty for going off in such a hurry, they were moving after all… but it seemed that the newest of the members, at least since he followed, that’s what Shaw thought he was, came with her pack as well as his own. He listened to Skye’s suggestion, tilling the whole idea in his head. A carving would be great. He smiled, they were artists and they were able to do what they want, so why not let them at it? He looked at the three others with a big grin on his face.

Those are great ideas, though we don’t have paint now, we can still make carvings and such, and do all the colors later when we do have something to use, but for now, knives and whatever else, and that includes imagination can go. Pick a rock tree or whatever, and make your mark.

Shawchert said, he made his attention clear to the tree that Skye had pointed out. It was a nice sturdy thing, carving out letters would be easy for him and the wolves worked around them, though he thought that since it was Skye’s idea he’d let her do that, but he was going to make a nice border at least, or something that would work with the tree and the words that would soon be placed on the trunk. He was soon carving random lines that soon were made into a pattern, and as he furthered his work. Then it turned out to be a rather nice as he worked. He made sure to stay out of Skye’s way though, making his mark in the tree, he was starting to feel at home, even though he wasn’t very horrible in the drawing aspect, he was showing the world, this was where he belonged now.

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Woohoo!

Skye took her knife and contemplated the wide tree she'd pointed out for a second or two before she stepped forward and dug her knife in the wood. The bark was surprisingly soft - enough for her to be able to carve the letters in the pack name easily, but not so much so that it would fall apart. The words were large - 'Cercatori' took up the entire one side of the tree, so she wrote "d'Arte" below it. It took time - but the end result was worth it. The enormous, swirling letters seemed to fly off the tree and present itself in the very land that surrounded it - it was beautiful, majestic. Everything a name could be.

Skye smile to herself - 'make your mark' was what Shaw had said. Make your mark. Skye had made her mark - if Cercatori d'Arte lasted forever and ever, her mark would still be here, in the form of the letters on that tree, carved by the knife her father gave her. That mark would be there forever, long after the moss and vines overtook the tree again. Because underneath the green nature, it'd still be there - a monument of what they'd done.

The rest of the members were working on other things - Shawchert had been working around her, and she noticed that he'd drawn several beautiful markings around "Cercatori d'Arte" so that it looked like some sort of ancient relic ready to be explored again. It looked absolutely remarkable - incredible. It didn't look uniform and solid and unremarkable, like a fence or a gate might be - but neither did it strike fear into one's heart like the horrible Inferni borders. It instilled a sense of awe in Skye; it was abstract, free-forming; flowing. It showed what this pack was all about - it showed that finally, after months of being lost in Souls, she was home.

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I suck. And uh. This post is kinda random. Eeeee, pack!


Lucia was surprised to find that their colourful new friend had taken it upon himself to bring along her items as well. While she felt comfortable leaving them behind for a short time, she was still relieved that she would not have to worry about them now, or take the time to go back for them later. "Thanks," she said, a slight smile painting her lips as she looked up at him.


As everyone started to get to work, the Marino girl decided to shift back to her optime form. She then went for her bag, eyes glancing around their surrounding area before she began to rummage through its contents. The girl pulled out a small pocket knife, intending to follow their lead and attempt to carve into a nearby tree. Yet when she caught sight of another item in her bag, she came up with another idea.


She pulled out a folded length of a richly purple fabric, something she had scavenged from the city with the intention of one day fashioning into a dress, should she ever learn how. Lucia managed to cut a large square from it with her knife, a rather awkward affair, but not too time consuming. She put the excess fabric and her knife back in the bag, then circled around to the opposite side of the tree that Skye and Shaw were working on. She gave herself a short running start and bounded up the side of the tree, grabbing hold of one of the lower branches and pulling herself up. She stood, and it seemed sturdy enough to hold her weight, so she reached up and tied the square of fabric onto one of the higher branches. Looking down at her new packmates, she grinned as she explained herself. "A flag. We can figure out how to make it more elaborate later, yeah?" After all, this was all one big work-in-progress of theirs, right? The would all work to improve this border marker of theirs as they went on, just as they would get into the swing of running their own little pack.

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; 505 words


He gave a slight nod as he was thanked. He knew just how hard it was to acquire some items and how it would be upsetting for them to turn up missing. Since he wasn't changing forms he had simply brought it all with him so that nothing would later turn up missing. From the way it seemed this land hadn't been claimed just yet so who knew who would wander by and just assume that they could take things. He was just glad that she hadn't gotten mad that he had taken it upon himself to carry her items along with him, of course he had given them right back without messing with the contents. But still it was the idea of him messing with something that wasn't his own which was made clear that it belonged to someone else.

He waited until everyone else had started their own work on the tree before moving to an unoccupied space. An athame was removed from his satchel so that he could carve into the tree as well. Of course what he worked on was something practical, at least in his eyes it was. The large male didn't do anything elaborate but had only carved some runes in the tree, such as those adorning his ears. They were ones used for protection. It was his gift to this small group of wolves. Of course what he had carved was rather simple in comparison to what the others had done but to him these marks had more meaning than the name and the fancy border. Of course he didn't expect the others to understand his contribution in the slightest. It was an ancient magic after all. One where the slightest imperfection or wrong arrangement can have it all going awry.

After he had finished carving he slipped the atahame back into his satchel then placed his hand on the symbols and closed his eyes. A silent prayer of protection was spoken in his mind before straightened up and dropped his hand. He then stepped back and moved to see what the others had done. He was curious after all. Everyone else's display was larger and stood out more than his own but that was fine by him. It would probably seem odd that his own contribution was so small and could be easily overlooked with how large Ouija was and how much he stood out. It wasn't that Ouija tried to make a spectacle of himself. He just did his own thing. He liked color and so he had added it. It put him a step further in touch with nature, especially since his appearance was usually rather unkempt. He just tended to forget about grooming because he was preoccupied so a bit of dirt and twigs and leaves weren't strange to see. But he never let himself go so much as to start stinking. He did understand personal hygiene even if it sometimes didn't seem that way. He just wasn't obsessed with staying spotless was all.



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OOC The Beginning!


Each member was doing their own thing, in a quiet reserve, and when he finished he watched as they worked, he saw the flag that Lucia exclaimed and smiled, it was perfect, and then the words that Skye had made, and of course the small symbols that Ouija made, it all came together, it all seemed perfect. He felt a burst of pride. He grinned as each finished, looking at what they had created and what everyone else had. It was all too perfect. He looked at each of his members, the biggest grin on his face, he was home…. They were home.

Welcome home.

He let out a howl, one of a leader shouting out his ownership of the area around them. He had a place to rest his feet, he had wolves to take care of, he was home!

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