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Jefferson Soul · 11-06-2010, 04:07 PM

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Non-mandatory pack thread! Get your silly butts in here and get some posting done! Posting order goes accordingly and repeats after I post again! Current joiners are already accepted OOCly, so feel free to post here as well. ^^

He hated cold weather. To be precise, Jefferson did not just hate the cold—he abhorred with with each and every fiber of his sinner's body. At its worst, winter weather handicapped the one-eyed gimp more than he was already affected; the rains of the summer brought aches to his joints, but the chill of winter air brought full-out pain and misery whether he moved or not. The brute knew his behavior in the winter months: Jefferson avoided emerging from the ranch house when it was not necessary or he did not have duties to work with. Once he made quick, two-legged rounds around the borders for the sake of speed and cared for the animals in the barn, the idiot wasted no time hastening back to the ranch house, starting a fire in the hearth, and struggling through a book he barely knew how to read.

He had no intention of making this winter any different, really, but as the snow had not yet fallen and the weather still vaguely resembled autumn, Jefferson was not yet a shut-in. He supposed, of course, that he could move his cozy hearth inside the ranch to the outdoors for a night before the cold set in for the winter. Under the mask of night, with little notice to Geneva or Pripyat—who both eyed him strangely when he rushed, grinning, from the ranch rather suddenly upon acting on the idea—he moved to the edge of the northern Mirror Lake. Carrying firewood from behind the ranch to a randomly-selected spot at the lake's edge, the cyclops next started a fire and eased it on until its flames licked at the sky and plumes of clouds grayed the navy of the sky and coated the stars.

Jefferson smirked, cleared his throat, and raised his nose to the sky. The howl he released was hardly urgent but inviting almost to the point where his members' presence was a demand. There is nothing to celebrate, his call sounded in its reverberations, except a great fire on a cold night in November.

Addison · 11-06-2010, 04:19 PM

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She heard the howl and was quick to be on her way to the fire. Addison had been looking for an opportunity to get in touch with the packmembers that she had yet to get a hold of since her return, and this would be a great opportunity for that. The gray and cinnamon wolf padded through the woods on four legs this night, having shifted down to hunt earlier in the day, short puffs of vapor coming from her muzzle as she quickened her pace.

Maybe she'd be the first one there! That'd be great. The girl had been looking for ways to prove herself to her father, prove that she was back for good and that she wasn't going to run away again. She had been branching out and trying to learn more about the packs in the area, hunting, caring for the animals, and taking care of Grace. Maybe it would be enough for a promotion when it came time.

She arrived to the site with her tail wagging behind her, excited to meet the other members of the pack and to see her father again. The fire was what she saw first, then the wolf beside it. "Hey!!" She called. Grace wasn't with her, as the pup had been out having her fun. "I'm here! Hopefully Grace will come back from her adventuring soon enough to take part, too"

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Pendzez Zazkex · 11-07-2010, 05:56 PM

Get your silly butts in here? Lin, you make me wanna lol! ^^

Pendzez laid on his bed, alone. Xeris was gone, taking Xion with her. The only thing she left was a letter on the bed, saying she was leaving to meet with her father. He laid on his soft bed, his hand resting where Xeris would sleep with him, realizing that once again, he was alone. True, he had friends, but the closeness of his mate, is what he was missing. Her touch, her voice... her love.

He sat up as he heard a howl in the wind. An invitation? Jefferson was calling the pack members for a get together. Maybe the white wolf should go. As much as he misses his mate, maybe this little meet up that Jefferson has set up might lower his loneliness. He got off the bed and left the small cabin he called home.

He arrived at the meeting place, a big fire caught his eye first before his attention was distracted by the figue of the cyclops leader and a smaller female. "Hello" He approached the leader, stopping seven feet away.

Noah · 11-08-2010, 12:13 PM

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The chill had set in, it hurt him. His shoulder locked up and the male wasn’t sure how to keep it warm enough do the things that he needed to do. The white that would soon come and would cover the ground would make it harder and harder for him to see the grounds under his feet. He had a hard enough time seeing the ground without the blinding white snow. The male lay near the fire place in the house as he was nodding between the two worlds, he wasn’t sure if it was safe to allow him-self to sleep out in the open. The male had been digging a small lean way for him to sleep under out in the middle of the pack. He found one member that he didn’t mind having around him, but trusting members while he was sleeping was something of a different topic. Noah knew that to be a part of a pack meant you had to trust them, but that was something he had to have proven to him. He trusted his father and trusted in the pack and by trusting in the both of them he was left to be turned into a toy for his father and his father’s friends, they took turns kicking on him, attacking him. There were even pups that took turns learning the moves to kill upon him. He never raised a lip back; he just couldn’t find it in him.

A wooden smoky smell came to his as he gave a twitch of his nose; he was just assuming that someone started a fire for the chill of the night. The silver male lacked the skills to start a fire and to keep him-self warm. The silver brute stood up as he heard the howl of the leader. The Sawtooth male pushed him-self to stand up as he lowered his head down setting about his way. He wasn’t sure why he was going to go this call but he knew he had to work on trusting again, and that was going to be the hardest of things.

As he moved he could feel the other gathering around the area from where the call came from, the smell of the smoke came on stronger and stronger. The silver male slipped into the area, seeing the male that he knew as Jefferson. Then there was a female her eyes…she had the eyes of his mother. It killed him seeing those eyes. She seemed close to the leader her looks seem to have softness when looking at him. Then turning to finish looking around he saw a white male, the color of his mother the color of his brother. With eyes the shade of Chaos, one of his attackers. It seemed that he wouldn’t be able to get away from the memories that hunted his past that brought him to these lands. Finding a spot near the fire the male made sure to keep his bad eye hidden away from the other members that could see the pale blue eyes.

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Pripyat Soul · 11-08-2010, 02:34 PM

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Weee.

The night had begun like any other. Geneva and Jefferson inside the ranch and Pripyat sprawled out before the hearth, waiting for his father to start the fire. It was a slowly becoming ritual that Pripyat relished in, for normally it was just they three gathered in the common room and it reaffirmed his standing with his parents. No matter how far he wandered during the day, he came home at night and warmth and kinship were assured. It had taken them a while to get into this flow, but now it seemed that the separation between them had never been. At least to Pripyat. Mother seemed happy, and Jefferson, he seemed content at least. Happy was perhaps a too powerful word to place on the grizzled gimp that Pripyat had come to love in his own way. Rarely were their night times disrupted, and it was stranger still, that night, it was his father doing the disrupting. As Jefferson rushed about, and eventually out of the house, Pripyat turned his wondering gaze to Geneva, who seemingly had no answers either. Sighing, he wrote his father’s strange behavior off and turned his gaze back to the unlit fire place.

When his father’s call came he laid back his ears and rolled over, to find that at some point his mother had slipped from the room. Sighing heavily he heaved himself up, nose twitching and he turned towards the door. "Mother, I’m going to see Jeffer— err Dad." His voice called out to the empty hallways, knowing that she would get the message as it echoed from room to room. Exiting the ranch he made his way towards the call, and it was not long before the flickering fire caught up in his ocean eyes. Arriving he saw and recognized Xeris’s mate and Addison, although the third wolf who had answered his father’s request was a complete stranger to the boy. Although timidity was not a trait of Pripyat Soul, he never the less maneuvered his way over to Jefferson, taking a seat in the man’s shadow without so much as a word.

Adonia Demos · 11-09-2010, 09:11 PM

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For the past five months she had fallen into a routine, rise early, take care of the horses which she'd spend all her morning and sometimes the afternoon on, then she would explore the lands taking in all the members scents and where they had been as of late. She had not made any attempt to get to know them, or actively find them. She was becoming very introverted lately, keeping to herself closed off to the world lately. As night fell over the territory she found herself making her way to the Mirror Lakes Villa which she always went to as she had made a home there. It was around this time she heard Jefferson howling out stopping her in her tracks as her ears perked and her eyes looked in the direction his call beckoned from. She had never heard him call for the pack yet, and this was certainly an unexpected surprise.

She almost wanted to sprint to the call, but it made her shy as she wondered how many would come. What if she annoyed anyone? Or bothered them? All these insecurities surfaced, but still she refused to be held back. She wanted to go, she wanted to have fun, and so with that in mind Adonia Demos took off toward the call of her leader

She came to the bonfire knowing most of the ones already here except one. Her eyes looked to the puppy Pripyat which she had met at the ranch while she was tending to the horses, then there was Noah who she had met just a few days ago. She was happy to see him still around, and she almost wanted to run up and greet him but she remained cool as she came in her lupus form moving almost like a fox staying just out of the light that the flames caused until she got full view of everyone. Finally she saw Pendzez who she really didn't get well acquainted with that long time ago in the open fields of P.V. After a few seconds of taking note of everyone she felt the most comfortable coming up to Noah. She moved smoothly to him coming along his good side and stopping just a few feet away before shyly speaking in her soft melody, "Hello..." Her two toned eyes meeting with both of his a soft smile coming over her muzzle.

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Geneva Stockholm · 11-10-2010, 02:38 PM

Jefferson's sudden flurry of activity was slightly out of character. She knew that her mate did not find the cold weather to be pleasant. However, he seemed to move tonight with a sense of relish she had seldom seen him possess. She did not question it, merely accepted his behavior and was grateful that he was happy. It eased her mind to observe him thus, but she did not care to join him quite yet.

Pripyat's voice echoed through the cabin shortly after Jefferson's departure. She knew that her son would be safe, and heard the door open and close before she could aritculate a reply. Geneva did not feel her voice welling inside of her throat to call after her son. Silence swallowed the threads of her soft voice; memories permeated her senses. She knew Pripyat to be safe, and so she did not try to break free of their hold.

The onset of winter always made Geneva introspective. It was something that she could not quite help. Her body knew, remembered flashes of terror, love, and loss melding together to recreate the ghost of one of the most formative experiences of her lifetime. It was something she could try to ignore by preoccupying herself, but lately she had fallen behind in her duties, as she had been ensnared by the creeping hands of time, pulling her backward, making her fit into the ghost of a feeling.

Geneva rose restlessly and followed the path her son had taken no more than ten minutes before, deciding to break free of the invisible net of memories for now. She wished to remain in the present and reaffirm the ties that kept her here - her son, her mate, and her packmates. It did not surprise her when she laid eyes upon new faces. She drifted like a silver colored shadow, her olive colored eyes peering out from the half-ruined mask of her face. The flesh of one eye stretched unnaturally, although she had regained the ability to see out of the lime hued orb.

Geneva lingered around the outskirts of the small gathering, wastching the firelight play on the faces of her mate and son. She loved to see Pripyat lingering so close to his father, and noticed, as she sometmes did, the resemblances in their bone structures. Geneva had only ever known Jefferson with imperfect features, but in her son's face she saw the echo of what might have been Jefferson's unmarred face. Although their son took after Geneva in coloration, there were definitely signs of his father's lineage in him too.

The small boned female tarried close to her packmate, Pendzez. He seemed withdrawn, although he was present. She sensed the absence of his family, and felt an answering ache in her heart for him. And she also felt blessed as she looked forward upon the faces of the two she loved most in this world. She lingered close to her comrade, resting her shoulder against his for a moment in a gesture of friendship before she settled a comfortable distance away, glad to be in the audience for this gathering for now.

Jefferson Soul · 11-17-2010, 11:56 PM

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Posting order restarts here! Jefferson is instigating that everyone tells some sort of story about themselves, whether it's something that happened to them or something that means a lot. Do the whole thing on your post as storytime goes around the circle!

Their numbers had dwindled, and yet those that still remained were quick to respond. The cyclops brightened considerably upon seeing their faces, one by one, return to his gaze unchanged and unharmed. He was their guardian, their authority and yet even the Patriarch was aware how little he knew about each of them. The brute felt assured, in the end, that his members were comfortable with his authority and respected him as such; most, if not all, would only mildly hesitate to approach him with problems concerning the pack or whatnot. Despite his brutish demeanor and independent nature, Jefferson served well as a leader in general. He did not ask much of them, and they did not ask much of him. It worked hand in hand, somehow.

His daughter was first to arrive, and his son not far after though separately. Where was Grace, if she was not with either of them? On top of that, Geneva was the last face to appear, and the little girl was not with her either. He smiled at his members though curiosity lurked in the back of his mind; they said their hellos, patient and calm, like strangers settled in one place. Green eye hung over them, shifting from each uncomfortable face to the next, before noticing their placements, in a circle, as if meeting. He thinned his eye and snorted rather loudly in the silence, "This isn't a meeting, you idiots. Stop looking at me like that." He looked from side to side, then quickly scooped up Pripyat and presented him to them rather regally, scarred arm and all. "Here, if you need something to talk about, here's my son. Discuss." And, in the center of the circle, Jefferson plopped the boy down.

"Otherwise," his raspy voice chuckled, "I didn't start that goddamn fire with one hand for nothing. We are a small group, and these are your packmates." His eye flashed to his daughter, the fire dancing gold within green. "Addison! Tell us a story of when you were gone. Then Pendzez, of your butterflies. Noah, what happened to you. I'm listening." With a flick of the ear, Jefferson scooped up Pripyat once more, pushed him onto his shoulders, and took his place once more beside the olive-eyed Whilom. With a nod to Addison, he fell silent.

Addison · 11-18-2010, 12:47 AM

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She didn't take well to being told what to do by anyone except Jefferson, and shrugged when he said that she should tell the story of when she was gone. What was there to tell? She knew most of the wolves that had gathered, and they had probably been wondering...so maybe it was for the best that she told them what she'd been up to. It would be nice to get back in touch with everyone, she supposed.

She cleared her throat before answering, scratching the back of her head absently as she spoke. "Uhhh..I guess I went and joined Dahlia, until all the fighting started. I didn't really like it as much as I liked it here, though...Haku was a real jerk. I didn't feel like fighting so I took off during one of the big battles. I went back more to the err...south and west of here, where my Mom was from, and found her and my dad, a sister and an older brother"

Addison looked at each one, unsure of what out of her story was really important. "My mom Dierdre had just had a pup, and she wasn't taking real good care of her, so I took the pup and brought her here. This is the only place that ever really felt like home, and I figured it's a good place for a pup to grow up in. She's not here right now, probably off getting into trouble..but she's a little orange girl named Grace." She finished awkwardly.

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Pendzez Zazkex · 11-28-2010, 11:56 PM

Sorry, did not mean to keep you waiting

Pendzez gazed around him as the fire of the bon burned. He had seen some of his peers, in which he had met on particular occasions, however, the others he was yet to socialize and talk with. He was quick to notice on how Geneva came, coming within inches of the white male. She had stayed close to him for a brief moment, her shoulder connecting with his, in some form of comfort. It was obvious that his family was absent from this meeting, Xeris and Xion being far away and his sons doing something else. The only thing he gave in return was a smile, his heart warming up from the comforting friendship he had with her. A brief moment, he moved away.

He remained silent as the one-eyed leader spoke. Obviously, he still had his gruffness, which was common to himself and some of the other members who have spoken with the leader before. He had heard that he was to tell a story in regards to his butterflies after Addison gave her story. He had his doubts. Would they understand or would they mock him? A story about butterflies and they mean, some would think he would be mad. Yet, Jefferson asked, so he shall talk.

He had listened carefully to Addison's story. It was almost sad as he listened on. The only thing he didn't really agree with was her mother not really paying attention to the younger sibling. That was part of how the story was sad to him. She had finished, now it was the white male's turn. With a brief sigh, he lifted his head up.

"My story starts far away. My parents were travelers, but were born in this area a time before it became Phoenix Valley. They both traveled far to a Tundra, somewhere in the north. They were seeking refuge from a blizzard. Luckily, a pack of wolves were kind enough to give them lodging. My mother was pregnant at the time. That night, she gave birth to me. I was an only child, which was rare in wolves. When I was born, I had a white, pure as snow. Now, the pack, they had a belief that a wolf born with a pure white pelt was gonna be a king of all the spirits both in life and the afterlife. The Spirit of Light They also believed that the butterflies are actually the spirits themselves. What the pack did was, they blessed me, and bestowed me with four guardian spirits. Love, Might, Peace, and Anger. Ever since then, they have been with me, and continue to be even in the afterlife." He finished with another sigh, turning to Noah for his story.

Noah · 12-02-2010, 11:20 PM

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The silver Sawtooth sat there at his spot watching the few last member come in, the male could smell her the female that helped him get into the lands, he turned his head to her with a small hint of a smile as he dipped his head to her. It was rather nice to have someone to call a friend in these lands. He was hoping with time he would be lucky enough to say that he was able to find more friends in the land. He turned his bi-colored blue eyes to the leader as he snapped out his orders. He wanted everyone to tell a story.
And so it started, the cinnamon female with eyes like his mother’s started the story; with in the first few lines of her story he knew that she was blood to him. Her mother was his half sister. It was sad that another member of the bloodline had allowed a child to slip out of there life. Noah knew that he wanted a family, a wonderful mate, great children almost how his brother Jazper has. The silver male watched as she finished her tale and then started the white male told his tale, Noah wanted to duck out and not tell anyone what happened to him. But it wouldn’t be fair; he knew that Adoina could tell everyone what he said. The male took in a deep breath as he looked to her with a panic look in his good blue eye, his soft light blue eye twitched like it was quickly trying to find something. He looked out to the fire, and then lowered his head down. To know muh..muh..my story of h..h..how I got this wu..wh.way is to know mu..muh sotry. I was bu..bo..born in Bleeding S..s..souls before the fu..fu..fire that brought us tu..tu..to these lands. My mom Deuce an…an..and my dad Lucifer l..l..loved each other then. “ The male sighed he wanted to snarl and rip apart his father for what he allowed him-self to come. He looked back to the fire as he was pushing play on a tape player the images and as if they were right there he could see them playing out. His whole life story right there in front of him and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to change it. ”After time tu..tuh..They grew apart. Mom found lo..lo..love in other’s Duh..duh..Dad found love in d..duh..Drugs and booze. She re..re..returned to him after suh..so..Some years. Not sure why. Hu..hu..he raped her auh..auh..and beat her, she allowed h..hu..him and the pack le..le..leader to do tuh..tuh..the same. I got her fre…free…freedom and left, loo..luuh..looking for a new luh..li..life and a fresh start.” He closed his eyes with a sigh and opened them back up to the fire and the images that he saw in his eye were gone. He hated having to tell everyone how he got to that point there he was beaten and beaten day in a out for no better reason then a laugh. The Sawtooth male looked over to the grey child, unsure of what he was going to tell. After all everyone had a tale to tell it was a matter of what though.

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Pripyat Soul · 12-03-2010, 06:40 PM

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His mother arrived not long after he had, although she did not join Jefferson’s side as he had. This fact did not bother the boy however, he as content with Jefferson now as he did with Mother, although he still spoke more carefully around his father than he did around his mother. Verbal blunders and mistakes were easily forgiven in Geneva’s eyes, as were any mistakes, but he tried not to make any in front of his father. It wasn’t that he had to be perfect for Jefferson, but he had to be something special, less flawed. And it was this desire to please the leader that caused Pripyat to freeze up when unexpectedly he was scooped up by the older and larger male. That he was still small enough to be handled so easily would change soon, as his body seemed to increase at alarmingly rates by the week. Yet he was settled down in front of the assembled wolves and he suddenly didn’t know what Jefferson wanted of it.

Thankfully no one opted to comment on their leader’s child and once again he was lifted from place and this time set upon Jefferson’s shoulders. Balancing there, he eyed the others as Jefferson instructed them to tell a story. First Addison, and her story explained the existence of Grace, whom the boy had met some time ago. Then Pendzez spoke and after him a male named Noah, who Pripyat was very unfamiliar with. Throughout everyone’s story the boy focused more on his own hammering heartbeat than the words spoken. Would he be expected to speak after them? He had not been asked to and he didn’t think he had any stories worth telling. Not really. When the last words had fallen from Noah’s lips Pripyat buried his face into his father’s fur (an act he soon would be too old to do without feeling childish), ears laid back and waiting for someone else to take the spotlight.

Adonia Demos · 12-04-2010, 11:23 PM

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Her eyes looked fondly over the stuttering brute, then she focused all her attention over to Jefferson, who had scooped up Pripyat like a potato. It was amusing how he handled his son, and she could tell there was much love there. She thought how the mother had to feel about having such a family. There was strength and prosperity all around them. Her ears went back when stories began to form, nervousness formed within her and she unconsciously tucked her tail between her legs while she counted down the seconds till it was her turn. When it came to Noah she could sense his nervousness and frustration. She gently nudged him, "Don't worry...you're fine." She said in hopes to encourage him, already she could see improvement in him, it seemed he could speak several words without stuttering. It was his story that shocked her, but now she understood him better. Did his father and the alpha beat him too? How terrible it had to have been...and she thought her life was bad, it seemed everyone had their fair share of bad times. It was when Noah was over that she suddenly realized it was her turn.

Her eyes widened like saucers as she looked around then her ears went back, so back that it looked like she had none at all. She gulped hard feeling like a rabbit among all these wolves, "..well..I came from the country over the sea..back in the reign of humans it was called Europe...I'm as most can tell not full wolf..but my father was..." She suddenly shrunk down not understanding where she was going, "I--uh, I really don't have a story..I just came here..and found P.V. ....that is it for me.." She didn't feel comfortable adding to the sad stories. Granted hers were no different than most here, really a lot like Noah's, but take Lucifer and his mother put them together and that was her mother. At least she had her father...till her step-mom came into the picture...so, yeah that was her life, her life she wouldn't share. Perhaps it wasn't good for her to suppress all this hardship of hers, but she would never want to burden anyone with her problems, her problems were hers, no one else's.

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Geneva Stockholm · 12-06-2010, 04:12 PM

Geneva bit back a smile at Jefferson's outburst. Although the behavior was typical, Geneva could not help but want to laugh at the gruff way he dealt with everything and everyone around him. Her mate certainly possessed a temper, but it did not flair at this time. Jefferson could be surprisingly patient when the mood was upon him, or when it came to someone he deeply cared about. It had certainly taken Geneva long enough to come around, and to forgive herself enough to live among those in Phoenix Valley again.

Pendzez withdrew from her after flashing the ghost of a smile. She smiled sadly in response. She felt for him; the absence of loved ones could be a crippling thing. She hoped that wherever Xeris and Xion were, that they were safe and well. She also hoped that they would return soon. Pendzez had not been around much. She had raised Pripyat on her own for a while, and although her son filled her world with vibrance, she had still felt an emptiness without Jefferson around.

Addison's story of Deuce worried her somewhat, but she was glad that the adopted daughter of Jefferson had removed Grace from that situation. She could not imagine ever waking up and disregarding Pripyat. He was far too important to her. The mere idea of his existence had ensnared her heart completely, and she knew that there was no going back from that. How could a mother not love her child? Geneva loved Pripyat without question, without reason. The sun rose and set by the number of breaths he took in a day, sometimes. Geneva could not imagine her love for him lessening, even as he grew and continued to find his own independence.

Most of her pack member's stories were summarized and very abbreviated. She supposed that there would be some undefined factors within each of their histories that they would not wish to share. However, Geneva was beyond the point of hiding. She had no secrets at this point. Holding her secrets so close to her chest had almost cost her Jefferson, and she would not let them drive her away from those she loved ever again.

"In June of this year, Pripyat Soul was born, my only child, and the son of Jefferson," she said. She smiled at Adonia, who had shown her son kindness only a few moments before. "He was born at Raven Beacon, by the shore. " Her story was equally short, but it was happy.

Jefferson Soul · 12-08-2010, 01:43 AM

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The tales of his members were shyly admitted, though overall few in number. He hadn't expected much to say the least, but found himself pleased with what was finally discussed. He knew most of Addison's story already from when they had met up, but the Patriarch nodded rather quickly at the girl's admission of Haku's ways. Jefferson and his late half-brother weren't exactly like black and white when it came to comparisons, but their morals surely stood in different places. What had his mother been up to when he raised such a child?

Skeptical as always, Jefferson maintained an empty, emotionless face at Pendzez's story; it was an interesting one, of course, one that peaked his curiosity, but the scarred man hardly believed in spiritual butterflies and whatnot. Pendzez spoke very little of it when it came to pack ways, and Jefferson could only wonder what reasons the white male had for leaving the pack he spoke so highly of. Phoenix Valley offered nothing for his spiritual ways and what he was 'born to do'—so why did Pendzez so choose to stay?

Considering Noah's parents, Jefferson could not really imagine much different from boy's story. His parents and their foolishness appeared to be all he knew; the pack which his mother founded, even in her absence, was all he had left. Deuce and Lucifer would not be welcomed back into Phoenix Valley, Jefferson knew, but the cyclops pushed against his bias and saw Noah as a neutral entity alone. His story was a dark, cruel one compared to all the rest, but the cyclops simply nodded in appreciation. His son tucked his head into the scarred man shyly, too shocked and embarrassed to say a thing. Would Pripyat grow into the confidence of his father? Would Jefferson have any impression on him at all? For now, the cyclops simply reached his tattered fingers and wrapped them around the boy, offering him a reassuring pat on the back and holding him close as such.

At Adonia's brief words, the cyclops couldn't help but crack a scarred smile for the first time. "This is your home," he said finally, in more sympathetic words than the cyclops was used to admitting, "but what you choose to share is your own decision." He hadn't known she was from Europe, however, and made a note to question her further on it at a later time.

And finally, Geneva spoke. Jefferson turned a questioning eye to her—perhaps she was only making up for what Pripyat had not said, but the cyclops had expected her to speak of Jordan or her time in Crimson Dreams. Anything that didn't pertain to he or Phoenix Valley, but the brute was wrong. He smiled a little, shielding his embarrassment, then turned back. "It seems you people have more to talk about than I thought," he shrugged. "More reason for you to talk with each other. The fire's burning and the night's young. Talk to each other."

With that, the cyclops glanced briefly at Geneva once more, then turned his attention to the pup under his arm. "Pripyat, why didn't you say anything? What about that time we picked flowers for your mother, hm?"

Rendall · 12-13-2010, 08:32 PM

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Rendall approached the clearing in what seemed liek ages. The familiar air about the place was comforting to her. She heard Jefferson and Geneva but some other voices, or lack there of, was new to her. Ren entered and sat quietly by the fire as she listened to the patriarch speak to two wolves younger than her. She smiled happily at his words. "This place is home to many. Especially wandering souls like me and you" She smiled happily at the wolfess who didnt seem full wolf but it was Rendall's favorite sport to meet new people and jumped at any chance she got.

"Do forgive my intrusion. My name is Rendall. I'm.....returning home from some past travels. I was raised mostly here in the Vally, though my backround story is..." She paused at the thought of Avery and her missing pack......"To be discussed another time." She grinned at everyone and gave a knowing look at Geneva and Jefferson. Accross the fire she smile at Pendzez and wagged her tail happily. Glad to see some familiar faces amongst the crowd.

Noah · 12-15-2010, 12:53 AM

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It was nice to hear the kind word from the female at his side, she was proving to him that not all souls out in this world was cold like his father’s or his father’s friends. In fact she was a great comfort for that male to have around in stressful time when he had to do a lot of talking; she was like his own person translator for those that had issues understanding what he was saying. The male smiled at her, as he looked to her when she spoke, she started to tell her story and then it was like something had happened in her past that made her stop, the male looked to her, with a soft low whine. He pushed his head into her shoulder, he didn’t want her upset. She was to nice and sweet to be upset, and as the leader had said this was her home now, just as it was for him. No one would hurt her here; he would make sure of that. He failed once to protect someone, he would not allow it to happen again.
Lifting his head up he saw the female of the blackest of coats, he had found something about her funny, and yet nice. Like a good friend that always knew how to make you laugh and would never say you where fat, to any one or on anything. The silver male looked up at the black yearling with a small nod. He wasn’t sure if he was thrilled about this many wolves gathered in one small area, one or two fine, but this many made the male a bit jumpy.
Moving his paws under his body he stood up looking at Adonia, he tipped his maw as he stepped back away from the circle, he wanted to know the members of his pack but he was still working on getting all of the bones out of his closet, and a part of that was allowing trust to come back into his hear.

Adonia Demos · 12-17-2010, 04:55 PM

Adonia watched looked up and saw Jefferson. His words meant more to her than she would let on, and a light smile came over her maw. Her eyes averted from his only to look to Noah who also seemed to sense something off about her for a moment. Feelings his contact was quite comforting and her smile grew some, "I'm fine..really.." She played off her own emotions as though they were something to be ignored and not taken seriously. It was how she was, letting her happiness be pushed down, letting her sadness also be pushed down deep inside. It did have it's side affects. She couldn't talk about her problems at all, or anything that translated into her past. It made her overly emotional, as emotions were piled and piled upon. This wasn't good, and yet she didn't know it at all. It made her a ticking time bomb ready to go off, whether it was in pure anger, or in total emotional breakdown of tears.

Her eyes looked to Rendall, eyes opening as they met those white gray eyes. The female looked beautiful and in a way Adonia felt jealous of her beauty. She glanced over to Noah who seemed to have been taken by the female. The wolf dog kept herself quiet as usual, then noticed him get up and nod to her. Ears perked and she gave a small smile before her eyes looked away and around to the crowd. It had been a long time since she was surrounded by so many, the last time it was around her family, her father's side. All those wolves, and not many liked her. Her mind was beginning to play with her, telling her this was the same. Not many liked her, surely she didn't mean much to them, if anything at all. It made her want to leave, escape. Perhaps go to the barn where the horses slept and just sit there in the field watching the stars. The thought made her feel better. Standing up slowly, her tail remained low, eyes peered around to the others as she moved out of the fire's light. Paws moved with complete silence, any noise they made was drowned out by the fire's cackle and the voices of the others.

As she got to the darkness of the night, and only a few feet away she watched the others in silence. Her rear found itself slowly dropping. She didn't want to be alone, but she feared being around the others. Her mind always playing tricks on her, telling her things that she heard many times in her life from her mother. She licked her lips nervously, before she finally decided to look to the sky. The shy and socially nervous wolf dog allowed her head to clear letting her anxieties be forgotten. She could feel the tension in her shoulders melt away, then finally a deep sigh came from her. This was a little better. She wasn't ready to leave, she liked the comfort of others around her, but to be so close made her become extremely anxious. Eventually she'd sleep completely away, but not just yet.

Pripyat Soul · 12-26-2010, 04:43 AM

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They passed over him and he was glad, although his ears perked at the mention of his own name. Mother mentioned him, his birth, and for whatever reason embarrassment flooded him. If he knew that the same emotion afflicted his father at the same time he would have felt relief, but to the boy it seemed that his father knew exactly what to say and do in response to any kind of attention, whereas he, for all his outgoingness and bravery in the past, was suddenly shy before the whole pack. Perhaps then he wasn't his father's son, or at least taking after his father, and what a disappointment that was. With that thought he buried his head further into the fur of the grown man until the patriarch's voice was directly to him, privately.

Lifting his eyes to his father, he pulled away. "No one has to know about that." It wasn't that he was embarrassed of his love for Geneva, but it wasn't something he wanted to share. That had been private. Between him and his father, their first real meeting, and then with his mother when he presented the flowers. That perhaps was the turning point. It was after that they began to talk more about Jefferson, and soon after moved in with the brute. No one else could understand what any of it had meant to the young boy, and he didn't want to make them try to understand. And neither did he want to try to explain this to Jefferson. Instead it was easier to avoid speaking all together, but he couldn't do that to his father. He needed some excuse, any would do. "It's not exciting enough. I don't have anything exciting to tell anyone."

And perhaps he didn't, and he knew he didn't have to, but he didn't want to have to talk in front of the whole pack unless they truly were going to appreciate his words. It was much easier to listen to them, their voices floating about the fire-lit clearing, their reflective eyes catching the light as they turned from one speaker to the next. And another arrived, a late comer, and Pripyat was glad for the distraction, for surely Jefferson wouldn't push him any more with a new face to greet.

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