Do it now and do it loud!

Orin Takekuro · 12-06-2010, 03:23 AM

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Time for some celebratory awesomeness! 600+

How Orin started the fire was a fluke.

The fact that she did would not stay a secret for very long.

Night had fallen in Cercatori D’Arte and a new, soft pillow of snow blanketed the ground. The clouds that brought the flurries were now on their way to other lands and thousands of brilliant stars peeked through the dissipating mantle. It was the night of the new moon so the great orb was not present in the sky to spill its light onto earth and weaken the power of the stars, so the little orbs radiated and twinkled gloriously in the twilight hours.

It really happened quite by accident, as many things did when Orin was involved. The woman was cleaning up inside the bookstore and had ventured to the upper level where she discovered a small office when she found a box that contained a peculiar utensil. It was some sort of artifact or antique, someone’s special little trinket. There was a certificate in the box, and another small booklet complete with manufacturer’s notifications and instructions. The little tool glistened silver and had been protected from age and dust by the little oak box that had been stored away in the compartment of the desk. Ornate cursive letters were engraved on the face: VG.

The utensil was intriguing, especially because it was so shiny. Most things the Luperci discovered these days were caked with rust and grime. It wasn’t long until Orin read the literature that was stored in the box and knew what the item was for.

And that’s how it started.

Under the cover of night (though she was hardly trying to make this a covert mission) she dragged out a few old, dry planks of wood from her store that had been destroyed and rendered useless. Though it broke her heart, she also found a book that was not particularly intriguing, and chose it for the sacrifice. She selected a place in the center of the Thornbury shopping district, clearing a place in the snow where any embers would not float into the stores or the woods and start a disaster. She made quick work of shredding the book and balling up the pages for kindling, and then stacked the wood on top of it. Remembering the method diagramed in the booklet, Orin fumbled with the trinket. Each time she spun the little wheel with her thumb there was a very satisfying spark, and finally a small flame leaped into the air as if by magic. For a moment it both frightened and thrilled her, though any fear quickly dissipated when she discovered the flame remained attached to the trinket. Eagerly, she held the flame up to the paper and watched as the remnants of the book, and soon the wooden boards, caught fire.

It worked! She could hardly believe it worked! For the first time in her life, Orin had built a fire. Overwhelmed with rapture, the Takekuro girl leapt to her feet and danced around the small campfire as the flames gradually spread and grew. The light from the fire swelled and glittered on the fresh snow and as the flames matured they babbled a delighted crackle.

For a moment she stopped her festive dancing to face the fire and let the warmth of the flames soak through her fur and soothe her body. The orange light of the flames dancing against the snow bank was a beautiful sight, even for such a small fire. Her family, her pack, deserved to share in the moment too.

Without hesitating, Orin threw her head back and sang her mirthful howl. The wolfsong resonated off the buildings and trailed out into the clear night. “Come join me, Cercatori D’Arte! Bring firewood, bring your love, and bring your art! Come join me, my family!”

Shawchert Menue · 12-06-2010, 05:32 AM

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+3 OOC: <3

Shawchert was sitting in the dark carving something when he heard it. A call for festivities? Bring wood? This was something he needed to investigate. He got up, and made his way to Thornbury, it was nearly completely dark, even the moonlight was not out, but the shining stars helped guide his way to the town, and soon he saw it was alight, at first he thought the whole town had caught fire and he started running. Soon, though, it was apparent that the fire was not ablaze on the houses but in a controlled environment. Bring wood… he thought, and looked around, he was still in the outskirts of town but he found some good firewood, and collected it and carried it to what was now looking like a pretty big bonfire. He put the wood down a considerable distance from the fire and turned around it, finding the source… it was Orin, well it had been she who called for all of this. He raised his eyebrows, and a smile creased his face.

I think I’m most glad that I saved your foot.

He said jokingly, turning to the fire. It wouldn’t last long the way it was and he found a long branch that would help him fix the fire the way a real one should look, she did good work getting it started… he pulled poked and pushed his way around and soon it was almost as tall as Orin. He smiled impressed by his way of things and took out his flute.

So it is a celebration we are calling for or something?

He asked and then started playing a very happy, up beat tune that would make anyone’s feet tap for fun. It would be a good night after all, as he looked up through the smoke of the fire. To the stars that were shining above.

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Sky Rhiannon · 12-06-2010, 02:09 PM

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OOC: Fail post. I'm in Safe Mode at the moment, hopefully I won't have to be next time, and I can kick this horrid virus. Wish me luck guys!

"There's a fire...?" The calls and crackling flames had woken little hybrid Sky from her sleep; one she'd been having in a bed for once, in her new little home Shaw had patched up for her. She'd been up late into the evening working on it, and had only just closed her eyes. Now she sat up in bed, pulling the covers over her in a tired way. Some of the called words reached her and she understood... "...some sort of get together? Hm." The girl got up, pulled on some clothes (Oh my god! Sky's not naked! :o) and headed out, groaning in her tired stumble.

She came over and spotted Shawchert and hm... a pink-haired girl? Oh, what was her name again?

"I'm here... what's going on? What's with the fire?" She instinctively toddled over to Shaw, and, staring at his shoulder, debated leaning on him in her tired state. He was playing music though, so she decided against it. She instead turned to face the girl, and smiled tiredly. "Hm." The music chased away Sky's grogginess, and she sat down, humming along. How nice this was... if only she knew what it was for. Maybe they'd explain it to her once more people showed up? No real reason needed, I suppose. I doubt the other packs have random bonfires like we seem to. I'm glad this is my pack... Cercatori D'Art...

Orin Takekuro · 12-16-2010, 03:36 PM

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The first figure she spotted as he lumbered into the spread of firelight was a tall mammoth of a Luperci, and before he stepped into the spill of the light she knew by the poise and height that this must be Shawchert. He was the first guest to arrive at the impromptu bonfire, and Orin greeted him accordingly. She abandoned her small fire and ran over to Shawchert, leaping and landing on him in a hug though her small weight was not enough to throw the Captain off balance. She quickly scurried down, though, and ran back to the fire and waited while Shawchert caught up. “I’m so glad you made it!” He seemed to be in good spirits and not upset at all that she had so randomly decided to light a fire in the middle of Thornbury, and in fact, it seemed that he had come to help.

Her ears were arrows to the sky with happiness and her tail lashed about wildly, unable to contain her delight as she watched her leader pile up the wood he had collected and fix up her haphazard campfire. He poked and prodded at it and she watched with intense awe. At one point some wood inside the blaze shifted and she thought it would hit Shawchert and singe his fur, but before she had a chance to cry out she noticed that Shawchert had it under control, and was not about to receive a burn from her fire.

When his work was complete the fire was much more substantial and the flames had doubled in height. There was less black smoke billowing into the air, now streamlined and controlled, and the orange flames licked the air several feet above her head. Orin grinned her approval of the enhanced fire.

“Yes! Let’s celebrate! We are Cercatori D’Arte, brothers and sisters in pack and in art,” she smiled at Shawchert and watched as he retrieved his flute. She had already begun to move around the fire again and was just about to call out again to her packmates – she would wake them all up if she had to! – when she noticed another silhouette approaching. This one was more slight of build, but all Orin could tell as the woman approached was that she was a woman.

Orin was taken with Shawchert’s music as it rang forth and danced with the sounds of the blaze. She swayed and waved her arms as she pirouetted around the fire, her natural grace for once finally showing as she let the moment guide her. Sometimes she would close her eyes and dance frighteningly close to the bonfire, but always the heat of the flames would get to be too much and she would open her eyes again and skip back.

When she opened her eyes she saw the woman that had joined them was now seated next to Shawcert. She was accompanying the melody with her own natural instrument, her beautiful, smooth voice, though she did not sing words. Orin had not yet met this woman, but pretense be damned! They were pack!

She skipped around from the other side of the fire and held her hands out to the woman. “Come, dance with me,” she offered, then glanced over at Shawchert. “And what are you doing just sitting there? I know you can move around with that thing.” She laughed and looked back to Sky, hoping the woman would take her hand and join her in her fire dance.

Skye Collins · 12-23-2010, 11:34 AM

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Skye had been wandering about, a bit bored. But then, out of the blue, a familiar cry rang out; Orin? “Come join me, Cercatori D’Arte! Bring firewood, bring your love, and bring your art! Come join me, my family!”

Yep, that was Orin. Wondering what was afoot, Skye gamboled to the place where she found the white and pink wolf, near a large, raging fire. Skye almost leaped back before realizing that it was under control; and there were other people there as well; Sky and Shaw, to be exact. Sky seemed a bit uncertain, but Shaw and Orin were happily dancing and making noise. Skye grinned and walked up to Shaw.

"Everyone's dancing," she said, the grin still on her face. "So don't be left out! Come on!" And without any further words, she pulled Shawchert to his feet and began to dance with him. She loved her pack! No other pack would do this!

I know; right now you "Don't care".

Lucia Marino · 12-23-2010, 06:27 PM

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Don't mind grumpy Luci-face. o: wc:334

The Marino girl had slipped outside of her little cabin to enjoy the sights of the early snowfall of the season. The clouds were already drifting to other locations, but the soft sheet of snow that already blanketed the land was quite a sight to see. All the buildings and wide streets of Thornbury were covered in a light dusting of the snow. It was much different to see than the snow-covered hills of the Valley lands.

As she leaned next to the doorway of her cabin, she began to contemplate heading back inside for the night. Then a call rang out, asking for the members to gather together. Emerald eyes simply stared out in the direction of the call for a moment as she debated whether or not to go. She didn't really recognize the voice, and that was almost enough for her to turn away and head back inside. But she really needed to get to know her pack mates eventually, and why not now when they were all supposedly gathering? She might as well show up and play nice. The petite girl went inside, grabbed her guitar and the meager amount of firewood she could carry along with it, and took to the snowy streets of Thornbury.

The gathering was easy to find. The light cast by the large bonfire shone like a beacon through the dark streets, and as she neared she could hear voices and the sound of Shawchert's flute being played. When she finally arrived at the little gathering, she stopped dead in her tracks. All the gathered people, both familiar and unfamiliar, were being pulled into dancing around the fire. Good gods, what had she gotten herself into? She eyed everyone in silence for a moment before crouching low to drop the few extra pieces of firewood onto the ground. "Uh. Hey," she said tentatively. Lucia stood, grasping her guitar in front of her as if it would keep the others from pulling her into their crazy dance.

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Shawchert Menue · 12-23-2010, 09:55 PM

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OOC: Shortpost fail!

it seemed everyone wanted him to dance, Skye had entered the Fray as Orin had told him he should dance so when his co leader pulled him to his feet, he obliged though he messed up his song as he was being pulled and it had to stop as he was pulled to his feet but it wasn’t interrupted for long as he continued playing as he danced with Skye, enjoying his time. That was when Lucia came, there she stood with her guitar in hand, and he pulled his flute from his mouth and waved to her.

Oh more music, well come on, don’t be shy, show us what you can play!

He said before he put the flute back into his mouth and let Skye lead him around the fire, what a great night this was!

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Sky Rhiannon · 12-24-2010, 02:29 PM

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ooc murr

Sky felt herself freeze up for a moment when Orin came over and offered a dance. She sat for a moment, just looking at her, before finally smiling shyly and accepting her outstretched hand. "Why not? It's a party!" She rose and laughed a bit, turning the tables to pull Orin along with her, though it wouldn't be a total lead.

Sky just wasn't the type.

Rather, she focused on trying to sing some lyrics to go along with Shaw's happy tune, upholding her little promise to him in a way. Light on her feet, it became clear that Sky could dance just fine, as well as sing... even if she was too shy to admit it openly.

"Passez votre chemin, avec la danse du vent.

danse, danse!

Vite, pas un voyage,

danse, danse!

Nous sommes les artistes de cette terre

Un bouquet fin, nous avons tendance à être au-dessus du reste,

nous sommes fiers

Nous sommes des danseurs,

des artistes, et de chanter avec moi et se déplacer le long

Danse, Danse!

Ne soyez pas timide et donner un coup de main,

danse, danse!

Nous sommes! Nous sommes Cercatori D'Arte!"

She took a moment as Shaw stopped playing to invite more to the celebration, and then started again as he resumed playing. Such magical tones her voice gave off!

"Move along, with the wind

Dance. Dance!

Quickly now, not a trip,

Dance, Dance!

We are the artists of this land

A fine bunch, we tend to stand

Above the rest, we are proud

We are the dancers, artists, and

Sing with me and move along

Dance, Dance!

Don't be shy and lend a hand,

Dance, Dance!

We are! We are Cercatori D'Arte!"

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Ouija D'Angelo · 12-25-2010, 10:11 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Kahilli; Sorry, it's been unusually cold where I am at (enough to actually get snow) and I'm anemic so I can't keep body heat so I've been freezing lately and unable to feel my fingers and toes; 504 words

He had heard the call when it had first come out but he had ignored it. He was working on adding the finishing touches to a gift that he was making. It hadn't started out as a gift but by the end of that meeting it had been promised. The actual carving hadn't taken too long. He had finished it up later that day but he couldn't help to feel that it continued to lack something. He had figured out what it was on his trip to Halifax. He had managed to found a soft pink ribbon so that the gift could be worn around the neck. But it had been something else that made him realize just what it was that was wrong. When he found the ribbon he had also found some jewelry. The stone of it certainly reminded him of the one that he was crafting the gift for. Because of that he had ended up taking the necklace to carry with him.

He worked to make the last few additions to what he was working on, having to widen the intricate space in the middle of the skeleton key so that they would be just wide enough to fit the stone snugly inside of it. Once he was done he held it up to look at it, having noticed how the color had changed from the morning light to the light of the moon. That was interesting and certainly unexpected. It was too late to do anything about it now. Besides, he thought it gave it a bit of charm. Now all he had to do was to tie on the ribbon and he was done.

Smiling about the finish product he made to tuck away all of his belongings in the cave so that he could head to the celebration. He also had another gift to carry with him. By the time that he got there he realized how late that he was. Oh well, he had an excuse even though he wasn't giving one. Instead he moved through the dancing crowd to intercept Shawchert in order to hand over the pan flute that he had found. He didn't feel that words were needed. He hadn't made it himself but found it and thought of the other. He then went over to try and slip up behind Orin to deliver his other gift.

He attempted to get behind the female so that he could be able to tie the key around her neck. Otherwise he would just have to hand it over. With his gifts given out, the others in the proximity having not received anything because nothing had been promised and he had no idea where their talents laid so that he could find or make something of influence, he moved to the outside of the ring and sat down. The only dances he had ever done were ritual ones and they didn't work in this setting. Instead he just sat back to watch the others enjoy themselves.

Valinta LeStrange · 12-26-2010, 08:31 PM

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OOC here: Idjit's joinin'! Valinta, too!

What..? Fire...wood?

Valinta blinked blearily and sat up in her Optime form, shaking off some of the snow that landed on her while she was in the tree she affectionately called hers. The bearskin she sat on must've fallen from around her. But she was fine. Fur helped with things like warmth.
Hearing a call to come and bring firewood, of all things, woke the young Luperci up. Standing carefully on her tree branch, Valinta made her way to another tree for firewood. She wouldn't harm the tree she slept in. Breaking off a couple of dead branches, she dropped out of the tree and into a large snowdrift. The formerly black girl, now coated in white, made her way to where the calls originated. Seeing a large fire, her eyes widened as she crept towards it. Seeing Skye and Shawchert and Sky and two others she didn't know, Valinta walked forward slowly and smiled widely as she saw the dancing. Though her pride still hurt from a fall the last time she danced, she dumped the branches down and almost sprinted into the fray. Stopping before she could run into someone or fall, she tottered slightly by the fire, then got her balance back, as falling into a bonfire isn't a too pleasent feeling, for her and most people as well. Still grinning, her tail wagged wildly and her hips started to sway to the music and the rest of her body followed suit as she danced to Sky's song and Shawchert's music. I love my pack! she said to anyone who would listen, really.

Valinta Speaks

Bao Di Luca · 12-28-2010, 09:02 PM

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OOC Every party has that one awkward fellow WC: 652

The snow seemed to bury everything silencing the greatest of sounds with it's soothing touch. The lands of Cercatori d'Arte was now painted shimmering white by nature's fierce brush strokes just like the members of the pack, Mother Nature, too, was a painter all her own. Like it always did, the snowy calmness had a major grip over the young for he lay against a tree tail wrapped around a wrist and head rolled to the side as he slept. Completely oblivious to the factor of freezing snow. He was dead to the world.

The sound of Orin's how echoed raising into the sky and spreading through the territory into his ears. That seemed to awaken the dead boy. Ears twitched and pressed forward listening to the invitation. Eyes fluttered open as he stirred to life and sat up correctly while he shook the snow from his fur. His head was still heavy and he could not grasp the meaning of the call for several minutes until his mind finally went to work gears turning to process clear thought. A meeting, gathering of some sort? Bao pushed himself up to stand body still stiff from sleep and now the cold chill of the wind and snow.

His family had had meetings in the past, but he was too young back then to sit in. Was he still too young now? A yawn escaped his snout and something rumbled in his throat a sleepy growl, or groan it seemed. He was dead asleep and he wanted to go back to that, but he wanted to go, no he had to go. He was indebted to Shawchert and all the others for letting him join so he would do whatever they wanted of him. Whether it was something as small as pack meeting he would go if they wanted him to.

The call said to bring wood, of course he didn't have any, but he could surely find some if he wanted and he did just that as he went along to Thornbury. Again, if they wanted wood from him they'd get it, whatever made them happy.

The glow of the massive blaze started to become more and more visible to him as he moved along and then ultimately reached the gathering the blaze bigger than it seemed from afar. Bao didn't move for minute watching as people danced and sang and he realized, what could he do? He had yet converse with Shawchert about getting a new flute so providing everyone with the sounds of Italy were out of question and dancing, oh that was a big no.

He finally moved making way over to the fire where he dropped the little, probably wet, wood he managed to find near it and backed away giving those dancing a needed room. He would just observe and maybe learn something fun, though it was highly doubtful. The boy could only manage to pick out Shawchert and Orin in the group of wolves as they danced and sang.

The leader's flute playing was magnificent and the woman who chimed in singing what seemed to be a song crafted just for the family blended beautiful. He was perfectly quiet eyes trained on the fire and those dancing before it as if they had done it so many times before this and probably they would make habit of this sort of gathering. The light, joyful atmosphere seemed to lift his dark mood still the common neutral line stayed firmly in place on his muzzle.

Then somebody wailed out I love my pack! Every type seemed to have been mixed into this group, hadn't it? Big, small, loud, and quiet, but most of all they had some sort of artistic talent. Each special to them representing who and what they were. He glanced over at the one who wailed and gave an amused snort. This place was truly unique.

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Skye Collins · 12-29-2010, 02:39 PM

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Skye danced with Shawchert around the fire as he played the tune with his flute - she thought that it could be the tune that he was playing when they first met. She happily led the small but not awkward dance around the fire; she was by no means a dancer like Valinta, but she knew a few moves, and demonstrated them; it was a party, after all!

Not long after she began to dance, she heard Sky come and begin to sing. Skye always loved to hear the girl's songs; she had been the one to admit Sky into the pack, and she was glad she did. The girl had lots of talent for singing, and her voice was pure and strong, perfectly in tune with the music that Shawchert was playing. Breaking free from Shaw, she continued to dance and gave a grin to Sky before twirling around the fire, and giggled as Valinta wailed 'I love my pack!'

She then stopped as she noticed a man that was a deep orange hue save for his face, which seemed to be hidden behind a mask of black. That was an illusion, of course - his face was covered in black fur. He seemed to be a bit lost, so Skye ambled over and grinned. "Hi!" she said. "I'm Skye; isn't this party great?"

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Bangle Guffawri · 01-01-2011, 05:14 AM

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826 words. I KEPT WRITING INSTEAD OF GETTING DRUNK! HAPPY SOSUWRIMO EVERYONE!!

No matter how he tried to shake off the thought, ideas of picking back up and traveling after the winter lay heavy on his mind. But Bangle wasn't sure what to think, exactly, for he had done this several times before... and yet this time was different. Although the coywolf traveler wasn't sure how. He'd made friends before just as easily as he did in Cercatori d'Arte, there were flings here and there but he got up and left them, and those feelings, far behind him. Now ... now it seemed like everything was different. Bangle didn't want to admit that he was getting attached to the place and its inhabitants, or that he might have just finally been in l--

Then the call rang out, as clear as a bell in the pack lands, and not at all far from his home in Thornbury. Bangle could be found up in his large oak tree shading his home, alone with his thoughts ever since that day in the Oasis. His feet dangling from a tree limb, the red and gray furred male leaned in closer and peered through the leaves at what was going on. A fire had started in the middle of the set of buildings across from him, which only meant to Bangle that a gathering was about to take place. His ears twitched, listening as several others from the pack began to file in. He himself stayed still up in the tree, especially as a few walked by his location and through the open path to the large, dancing flames.

He recognized a few faces, as far away as he was from the crowd, and his orange-yellow eyes sparkled with curiosity at sights and scents that were strange to him - other members he hadn't had the pleasure of ~~selling things to~~ meeting yet. Luckily for him, he still had his several pouches and jars strapped to him, in case of a merchant-like emergency. Then the male heard singing, music, dancing, and laughter. He sighed and scratched the fur at his chest for a moment, mentally torn between heading back inside his own house or joining the celebration. Something told him that it might get his mind off the color of pure white fur, and he sighed as he swung his legs over and jumped down to the earth. All of his jewelry and nick-knacks made noises of all kinds as he landed, and if he were hunting at that moment he'd have given himself away quite easily. Standing up from his crouching position and shaking any leaves out of his dreadlocks, Bangle cleared his throat and made his way onto the celebration scene.

The once pensive face he had on was suddenly ripped apart with a broad grin that Bangle put on, though he wasn't convincing himself. He wondered, for a brief moment, if any of the faces he hadn't met yet would be willing to trade with the wandering craftsman, but it was a good time that everyone was looking for. The male instantly recognized the tall leader, who played his flute around a fire with a handful of other dancing figures around the hot flames. "Hah!" He said, his hands on his hips as he watched Shawchert and the others leap around. "Shawchert's a regular ol' pied piper! Got 'imself some followers!"

Then a flash of white fur caught his eye as he looked onto the scene, and for a moment Bangle's heart stopped. 'Naw, couldn't be,' Bangle said to himself, and though at his angle he couldn't quite tell who was who around the fire, bodies moving fast and spinning about. He looked away, suddenly thinking that he caught the figure of Skye somewhere about, and even the scent of her. But her scent was just about everywhere, anyways, at least to him. The coywolf refused to accept what was really there, and as he looked around the open area, his orange-yellow eyes glittered as he saw the other craftsman. Watching to where he took a seat, Bangle followed, pulling out his purple and yellow painted lute as his rump settled onto the earth.

"Got a request, friend?" He said as he winked to the other craftsman, his fingers already beginning to strum out a tune, finding his own rhythm in the music that was already filling the air. Bangle did his best to avoid looking at the fire in the center and the dancers around it, focusing instead only on the feelings of celebrating; though for the life of him, Bangle had no idea what it was for. Not that he minded, of course, he knew wolves who celebrated for the sake of celebrating. It would serve the traveling merchant another purpose, too, if it meant he could get rid of the thoughts that plagued his mind. Maybe, just maybe, the drifting music and smoke from the red-hot fire would carry it with them into the night sky.

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Shawchert Menue · 01-02-2011, 09:10 AM

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WC: 211 OOC: Big Grin stop making short posts!! RAWR!

His heart was filling with the love of his pack. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but here. It was a great night and as he danced with skye for a little while he realized, this was the best thing he could ever have done… was build a pack of marry makers. Things like this happened, and this was what he wanted for the rest of his life, just bliss of everything. He danced alone as Skye went off somewhere, proceeding in the dancing, it was fun, though he was not so much of a good dancer, the man was over a head taller than most of his packmates, so it made for a strange sight. Then as things seemed to die down a little, the seller came, and started strumming on his lute. Shawchert was getting rather tired in the lungs, but the start of a new instrument got him another breath and he continued on. his heart lifting free of all unhappy thoughts. The sounds of laughter, dancing and music, with the mix of Sky’s singing, was all he could imagine right now, though he saw no un happy faces, he was in the midst of the dancing so he couldn’t see anything on the outside of the fire.

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Sky Rhiannon · 01-02-2011, 12:25 PM

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+206 words. >.< Not a good start, but meh.

Sky grinned as she sang, more and more people coming to join the party... and for once, she didn't feel shy. She twirled away from Orin eventually, one foot lifted a bit the whole way, and spun up beside the dancing leaders, mostly beside Skye. With a pause in her singing, due to her voice straining a bit, she decided she'd simply dance a little. Other music players were arriving; they'd take the show. She wanted a partner to dance with, and her chosen fellow was Sharchert. Softly, to Skye, she smirked. "Mind if I steal him for a moment?" Hopefuly blue eyes gleamed with a mixture of bravery and excitement.

She didn't wait long for an answer, and spun to snag poor Shaw's arm, "Stop playing and dance properly a bit. Our guitarists can handle the rest." Sky was more than happy to dance with her crush, and now, she hoped he'd be just as happy to dance with her. Someday she'd get her feelings sorted through, and if she really did like him, she'd tell him.

Who knows what the future could bring; all she knew now was that this was the perfect chance to just have some fun in the here and now.

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Ouija D'Angelo · 01-03-2011, 02:32 AM

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Ouija watched the proceedings without any input from himself. His dancing was only done during rituals and he didn't really think that he had the voice for song. Not that any here would know about that since his singing only came when he was alone or for a ritual should his voice be needed. But these sporadic celebrations were new to him and so he wasn't certain what he should be doing. It didn't fall in line with the rituals that he was used to. The song and dance were all wrong for what he knew. Still he had come to deliver gifts and had done just that. Though he stayed to get a look and see how the pack had grown since the foundation. And he was certainly happy to see that all from the foundation were present and accounted for. Though it left three faces that he didn't recognize. Two females and then one male. They were all lovely in their own right. One female of the brown hues and the other painted black while the male had a mix of both colors. He already decided that he wanted to get to know this gentleman better simply for the intriguing placement of his coloring.

As he found himself staring Skye had meandered over to the beauty and Ouija had ended up earning himself a spot of company as well. Somehow he seemed to have drawn the attention of the other craftsman in the pack. The words and the wink had sent his mind reeling down a path that it was probably not meant to travel down. Still, he wouldn't know if he didn't speak up. "You and me, in that shack back over there." He whispered out the words, tilting his head to speaking Bangle's ear so that he could be heard over the celebration though also making sure it was only the male that was right next to him heard. As he spoke he nodded his head to once of the buildings that looked as it had yet to be claimed. And to further emphasize just what was on his mind he reached out to try to lay a hand on Bangle's thigh and squeeze it gently. A man did have his needs and urges after all. Ouija simply wasn't picky about who fulfilled them.

To him the music and song could prove to be the perfect backdrop for an amorous evening. Not that he would push the subject. He could be turned down easily and forget all about it. After all his request was probably one that the other hadn't meant. And well, he couldn't name off a song either for he didn't know too many. Mainly those for rituals and a few others that he had been taught by a friend. Though those he didn't know the name to and wasn't even certain that it would belong with what was going on currently. And he only found himself staying at the celebration to watch the others in the pack to try and learn more about them, marveling at the growth.

Lucia Marino · 01-06-2011, 01:07 AM

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rambly post ahoy. wc: 682

Lucia stared at the few gathered dancers for a short time, still clutching the old guitar in front of her like a shield. The girl certainly hadn’t been expecting to see this when she decided to make her way over to the little impromptu bonfire celebration. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, to be honest, but perhaps something a little more… calm. Something more like a relaxed pack meeting, maybe. Not this display of bonfires and dancing and lack of inhibitions.

She was becoming more and more tempted to simply turn around and leave, unnoticed, until the flute-playing leader noticed her. He stopped his playing briefly to wave to her and encourage that she join in the celebration with a melody from her guitar. She merely blinked emerald eyes at his words, but the tall wolf was already getting back into dancing around the fire with a girl she’d never seen before. The Marino girl glanced down at the instrument in her hand for a brief moment before turning her gaze to the bodies maneuvering around the fire.

Well… what could it hurt? The new musician had hardly had much of a chance to show off her budding skills with her instrument with the pack before now. What was the point in all of the practicing she was doing if she was simply going to keep her melodies all to herself? With a soft sigh, the sandy-furred girl settled herself down onto the ground, placed the guitar onto her lap, and began to play. She strummed softly at first, trying to match the right notes that would mix well with the light and airy tunes already being played by Shaw’s flute.

By the time their singer added her vocal talent to their tunes, Lucia was playing with more confidence, her strumming more energized than before. The girl closed her eyes, effectively loosing herself to the music and blocking out the sight of their cheery dances. The more she played, the less out of place she began to feel amongst the gathering celebrators. She still had no idea what this celebration was supposed to be for, but she supposed that it didn’t matter all that much now. All she needed to do was focus on her playing, focus on the music all around them, and she would be fine.

Lucia easily lost herself to the music, and she allowed herself to relax much more once she got into her playing. She was startled out of her groove when suddenly a nearby voice shouted about their love for the pack. The Marino girl faltered momentarily in her strumming, eyes snapping open to search for the source of the blurted words. To her surprise, she found that even more canines had arrived to join in their little celebration. She raised an eyebrow at the dark-furred stranger she assumed to have just declared her love of the pack, offering her a look of confusion before turning her attention to the rest of the new arrivals.

The majority of those gathered were strangers to her, though that came as no surprise. Considering how much time she spent on her own around the Cercatori d’Arte lands, she expected as much. She simply assumed that she would meet her new pack mates when she did; there was no reason to go out searching for them. Now would perhaps be the best time for her to do so, but instead she found herself clinging to the excuse that she could ignore them to focus on her performance. That didn’t require talking to them, and that suited her just fine.

As she began her strumming once more, she noticed the sounds of another string instrument joining their performance. Emerald eyes were quick to discover that it was one of the strangers who had pulled out a lute. She watched him play for a brief moment, inwardly pleased to find that there was yet another musician within their midst. She gave no indication of this, however, and simply closed her eyes and continued to play along to their cheerful tune.

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