The Lay of the Land
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Open to anyone! SSWM: 519








It was getting later in the day since Sepirah had begun to leave the Cercatori D’Arte pack. It was nice to see how the pack was doing and perhaps she would be able to come back and meet some more members, though that would have to wait. The dark princess still had her duties back home, and with night time approaching, she wanted to do one more round before she decided to crash for the night. The jackal slipped out of the pack lands and began to head into the neutral areas of the Souls region. She was thankful for her dark fur. Covered by the night sky she would be harder to see and it would be easier for her to return home without anyone noticing her. The only thing that stood out on the dark girl’s figure was the rainbow scarf hanging from her neck as well as her bright golden eyes. She hoped that no one would come around thinking that she was some kind of evil demon wandering around the area. She was not one to be taken as such unless she was hunting someone or something down. She shook her head before she decided to let the idea slip from her mind and into the darkness of the night.

Sepirah padded along until she came to the split that lead to Inferni and the newer pack she heard about living near the eastern side of the mountains. She wanted to stick to her duties, but she figured she would be able to stay out a bit longer to check out the newest pack to have formed. This would benefit her in more than one way. The dark princess felt this would be a good time to gather some information about the surrounding pack as well as get to know about their culture and who the alpha was. She continued along, though trying to take the flatter route there. Since it was night time, she didn’t want to take the mountainous route and risk injury. The jackal continued to sneak around with her nose held high in the air. She was waiting until she caught on to an odd scent. She was sure that this scent would be the borders. Since she was not as welcome as she was in Shawchert’s pack, she would have to be granted permission to enter the pack lands, especially more now since it was night.

Sepirah finally paused when she caught the odd scent she was looking for. She sniffed around and was more than sure that these were the borders she was looking for. The dark princess looked to the sky and saw the moon coming into view. This was good to help show that there was actually someone here. The jackal stepped into the beam of the moonlight and began to sniff the air. She wondered if there would be any members out wandering about at this time of night. So far she wasn’t able to smell anyone coming. The dark girl moved along the borders, but tried to remain in the moonlight as much as possible.





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OOC; Sorry, I'm in a mood to RP ;D


The sky was dark, shrouded, covered. It was pitch black, the only light was the faint glow of the stars and the moon. The grey-white sphere hanging lightly amid the lquid black water in the sky held a peculiar luminescent-quality to it. Toklo was in his Lupus form, still learning to switch back and forth, and control the switching. He hadn't a favorite form; they were all the same. The only difference was size. He didn't mind being in Optime. It didn't bother him to be semi-human, as it did most. He hardly kept track of what form he was in. Sometimes he wished he could go back to being a normal wolf...but he knew that would never happen. After he lost his family, his mate, and then finally his pack...He'd gone insane. Or rather, others said he did. He wasn't so sure. If he had thoughts and emotions....wasn't he still in his right mind? Toklo shook his head with his pearly-white daggar-sharp teeth exposed, angry, clearing his head. The stars twinkled on the black canvas overhead as Toklo moved. Toklo had no specific destination, but he knew he had to keep going. Toklo's icy blue eyes closed for a second as he blinked. When they opened, there was no obvious change to the scenery. Toklo let his breathe out in a huff, watching as the air turned into a cloud of mist in front of his nose in the cold. Considering he was a Tundra Wolf - or, that's what he considered himself, he was honestly one-fourth Coyote, but he ignored that - He was hardly touched by the bite of the wind and freezing temperature.

Toklo moved swiftly and silently, unseen as a panther in the night. He moved quickly, at a brisk pace, nearly running. There was no snow layering the cold grass- yet. But, yet, it was still below freezing. The leaves on the ground were hard and crisp, crackling loudly when stepped on. Toklo was cautious to avoid hitting on of them, sure they would allow any animal nearby to hear his approach. That was definitely not what he wanted. The tree branches reached out like arms, grasping for anything and everything they could touch. A few branched lashed at him, but he ignored the short sting, ignorant of pain. It was nothing- if something to hold one back. The gnarled trees scarred the landscape. Toklo liked trees though, they obscured the view of his pursuers - or his victims. But for now, they were a big pain. Toklo growled quietly under his breathe, easily set off. Toklo slowed his pace to a more reasonable gait. He was able to weave inbetween the trees easily after reducing his speed. He didn't want to slow down, but if he had to, he would. He didn't have any particular reason for his journey, but he's been wandering since he'd been banned from his old pack due to an inaccurate accuse of murder.

Toklo lifted his muzzle to the wind to scent it for enemy. His nares picked up no scent of a possible attacker, but just to be safe, his eyes swept the land before him. He didn't see anything, and his keen sight never lied to him, but just to double-check, he pricked his ears and listened as he surveyed the scenery. He dropped his eyes to the ground, looking for any sign of passage; broken leaves, pawprints, fur. Anything to help him. He didn't pick up any sign of other canines coming through this area lately, but he was still on guard. He swivelled his ears so they faced forward, and lifted his head and eyes back to where he was walking, confident that there was probably nothing around him out to harm him. Ever since the murder of his family, he'd been jumpy and over-sensitive. Some wolves called him crazy...or better yet, insane, for his actions, but he was scarred for life, having watched his brothers, parents, and mate be mauled. Toklo lifted his nose to the air nonchalantly. He did it out of habit, checking the area regularly.

Toklo's nose scrunched as he scented a very strong smell of wolves- and a lot of them. It smelled like a whole pack of them. Toklo kept running haughtily. He nearly ran into the small clearing before he saw the wolf. His head was uncovered for a second, unmasked by the light. He withdrew back into the night, his heart racing. He was still silent though, and he didn't think the other wolf saw him, or heard his stealthy approach. He took another hasty step back. Straight onto a pile of dead leaves, crunching them loudly. He winced and closed his eyes, nearly scared out of his skin by the racket he had made made by himself. His plan to slip away was foiled by his little mistake. If she hadn't heard him before, she certainly heard him now. His blue eyes flashed open, a unfirmiliar, mingled look of fear and surprise. Toklo held his breathe in a futile attempt to melt away, as if it had never happened, and continue his getaway. But that wasn't going to happen. He knew that. There wasn't a canine in the world that wouldn't have heard him from the distance away she had been. Toklo's eyes closed again, waiting for the attack. His eyes opened again just as quickly as he had closed them. He nearly snarled at himself outloud. Why would he back down? He wouldn't. Simple as that. Toklo dropped into a deffensive position and backed up to a tree so as she couldn't attack him from behind. Usually he was the one to commence the fighting, but in an unlikely happening such as this, he had skills and tactics to bring the likliness of him winning back into his favor.
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Sorry for the wait. SSWM: 408








Sepirah was getting a little tired of waiting for one of the pack members to come by. She wanted to see if any of them knew of her aunt and maybe could see if she could see here again. She did not dare to try and trespass into the borders. She did not wish to upset Eris by disrespecting her new pack’s rules and land. She just sat along the borders and waited to see if someone was even going to bother to show up. She let out a yawn and then stretched out her limbs before padding around in the snow. The dark princess could feel the chill on her feet and wanted to warm herself back up. She knew it would take a while before that happened, but it was not like she was doing anything anyways. Time just seemed to keep passing by as she now sat with her rear end in the snow. She could once again feel the cold, but she didn’t really care so long as she could have the chance of hearing about her aunt and how she was adjusting to her new home. The jackal smiled and wagged her tail as she could feel the excitement growing in her chest.

Sepirah moved her ears up as she heard the sound of the leaves cracking from off to the side. Was someone coming to greet her and let her into the pack lands so that she could search out for Eris? She raised her nose into the air and tried to sniff out whoever was coming. She couldn’t smell the scent of the pack, rather the scent of something else. Was there someone else nearby who was trying to get into the pack lands? She raised herself off the ground and began to look around for whoever had made the noise. So far she did not see anything, but she was heading in the direction of the loner. She could smell the scent becoming stronger and soon found the wolf in the defensive position. Now why was this wolf acting in such a way? The dark princess shook her head as she moved over to the white wolf’s side. ”What are you doing? What on earth are you so afraid of?” She looked over to the pack lands and then back to the wolf. ”Are you a member of this pack? You sure don’t smell like one.”





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OOC; No problem!
As you will see, his attitude changes slightly by how I'm feeling. ;D I try to keep it...within reason. But, I suppose some of his "Kindness" Is because of the way you reacted to him. Haha, and if you didn't try to kill him, that usually makes him lighten up a bit. Wink



Toklo was in a state of panic. If he was found on another pack's territory he could be killed my some ruthless pack member. He'd gotten close many times before. He slipped out in a pinch though. He was always checking behind his back, watching for them to come hurtling after him. He was constantly on full-alert. Always watching, listening. Always waiting. They were coming for him. He'd had quite a few unpleasant run-ins with packs. He made a face as he recalled a few recent ones. The scar on his shoulder from his last battle with one wasn't really a scar yet even- more like an open wound. He grimaced. The pain was easy to bear, but the idea of feeling fear was bad- really bad. He hated the idea of it. He was supposed to be tough.

Toklo's hackles rose and his ears flattened against his skull as his eyes skimmed the area in front of him frantically. His blue eyes pierced every nook and cranny; searching everywhere for signs of attackers. Even when he saw none, he kept looking. His ears lifted to help search for an approach. He heard something a bit off to the side. He froze and kept silent. His eyes locked on the direction he had heard the noises coming from. His sharp, hard eyes never wavered from the patch he knew a wolf was certain to emerge from any time soon. He was ready. At least, that's what he told himself.

Suddenly, a wolf emerged, sauntering slowly as if she had not a care in the world. He knew it was a fae by her features and the dainty was she carried her weight. Toklo's eyes stayed glued to her as she walked straight up to him, a complete stranger. Could she not see he was twice her size? He growled a low, warning growl. But, she did something unheard of. She walked straight up to him and looked at him as he was not looking as if he was about to have the fight of his life. His ears flattened, but then lifted and perked in her direction just as quick. What was she doing?

And then she asked him a question. This female was really abrupt - and such audacity! Speaking with - no, to, a wolf like he. A complete stranger! He could be a murderer for all she knew! But, lucky her, he was not. His hackles flattened slowly and he rose from his deffensive position, tilting his head at her in utter confusion. She sent a list of questions hurtling at him, asking another before he had even a fraction of a second to reply. He sighed, giving up. He waited until she was done.

When he felt she had covered everything, he asked quietly, smirking slightly, "Is that all? Are you done yet, miss?" He chuckled, waiting to see if she had anything else she wished him to answer. That seemed to be all. "Alright, now, let's see. If you're done bombarding me with questions, that is," He joked, giving her a wink. "Hmm...I cannot answer the first question." He thought a moment before answering her second question. "You." He told her, smiling. "And no, I am not a member of this pack," He admitted, his smile faltering. Was she part of the pack? Was her kindness only an act? Was she going to attempt to harm him?
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Any OOC: I'm gonna snag this one. Wink


The dark color female hybrid strolled over the white snow beneath her. It was a beautiful night, lit by only the stars and the orb of the moon. The light seemed to cascade upon the snow covered land in an almost surreal way. The only sound was her own soft pads crunch upon the snow. Tonight was was in her optime form, with her knife at her belt and pack with supplies. Nyx had just moved up in rank to the craftmen tier in Anathema from only joining a month ago. She was learning the ways of the pack and meeting new members as the days passed.

She had spend most of the day inside the caves, looking for different stones and setting up her own place. The caves served as homes for the pack members but in Nyx's case she was looking for both a studio and a home. A place where she could work on her craft with her supplies around her. It was a process, getting everything ready and organized. But tonight she wanted to stroll in the night. She herself felt more alive at night, hence her own name. The light reflected from her dark fur showing her reg highlights as she moved graceful upon the snow. She traveled further from the caves, and soon she was able to smell the pack broader.

Suddenly the wind brought an odd scent to her nose. Nyx shifted her gaze forward and perked her ears to faint voices. The fur upon her back rose steadily on instinct. She drew her petite form into the shadow of a tree. Who where they? What business did they have with Anathema? Nyx had never encountered this type of situation before. Yet, her gut told her that she had to do something. There where two of them, female and male. Slowly, she drew nearer careful to not let the sound of her footsteps betray her. The only sound she could hear was her own now fast heartbeat and the talk of two strangers.

She could see them now, a dark female and a male in lupus form. She decided it was best to question them and she did not want to appear to threatening. Still she was also curious as to what they where up to. Anathema was still such a new pack that some others did not know it existed. Nyx took this into consideration as she emerged from the darkness of the shadow she was in. She said with a deep tone,"Who are you and and what business do you have with the Anathema pack? "
Hands as her sides but prepared for the worst she kept them close to the knife at her belt.

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OOC; Feel free. ;D The more the merrier.
By the way, sorry. It's extremely short, but I don't have much to say. =/



Toklo eyed the female in front of him, hopingly unnoticably. He sized her up subconsiously. If she was planning to remove him from the perimiter by force, he hoped he could take her. He knew he could. She was petite in size, and lacking in muscles other than lean, small muscles that a female has. Males usually were more...largly built. This female even more so since she was a descendant of coyotes- if she was from the pack land he was beleived to be on. The land on which they stood belonged solely to Inferni.

Toklo had heard many rumors of wolves being mercilessly killed near their land. Toklo shivered slightly, imagining being murdered like his family. Toklo took a tentative, small step away from the female, hoping the distance he had put between them was unnoticable. Maybe he could slip away into the night, never to be seen again. He could do that. He was a very fast runner to say the least. He could easily outrun her in Lupus form - he was the quickest on his feet in this form. He could easily outrun her.

He was about to do just that when another female stepped from the shadows, unexpected and unnannounced. His ears fell back against his head again. Caught off guard, he was riled. His head snapped in her direction and his eyes narrowed. He almost growled, but he quickly restrained himself, remembering how quickly members of a pack could gather. If any more arrived, he would be a goner. He could fight off two if it came to that, but any more could be a challenge.

He had assumed she was in the same pack as the wolf who had arrived prior, but he lifted his head slightly to sniff the wind wafting down to him from her. He was surprised. She smelled not of Inferni - like the wolf whom he was standing next to, but rather, another pack. Oh great, He hissed to himself. A pack convention, he thought sourly. And he was stuck in the middle of it. This ought to be bad.
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Can we please keep to the order? WC: 312








Sepirah was not exactly pleased with her results on the wolf she had run into. She was hoping she would run into a member of the nearby pack; although after sniffing the male she had run into, she knew he was just a loner. This male must have just been living in the area and was passing by the pack lands. The dark princess could not believe her luck was running out. She wondered if she would ever meet up with a member of this new pack, let alone even meeting the alpha. She wanted to make sure relations between them were at least tolerable. The Inferni pack did not need any senseless fighting, especially considering the two packs were so close together.

Sepirah paused as the male wolf was speaking and stuck her nose in the air. She thought she smelled another wolf coming towards them, this time someone from inside the pack’s territory. This was wonderful new to the dark princess. She was finally going to be able to find out just what this pack was like. She waited and watched as the dark she wolf came into view and asked what they were doing there. She moved away from the loner seeing as she had nothing to do with him and faced the Anathema member. ”I am Sepirah Jendayi Lykoi of the Inferni pack. I came here to get some information on the Anathema pack. I do not wish for our packs to start off on the wrong foot. We don’t want any fighting now do we?” She took a seat back in the snow before looking over to the loner. She didn’t even try to say what he was doing there seeing as he was not part of his party. The jackal glued her golden gaze to the pack member as she waited for an answer.





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