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There were a few places that the female wanted to travel to and a few names that where whispered to her in the winds that found her ears and put them into her mind that she wanted to place a face with that name. She had a home to return to and a family to welcome her back once she got back. They didn’t care who she went to or where she went as long as she kept the honor of the lands in mind when she went out and about on her visits. Paws moving as the Halfling moved though the snow covered lands. Her paws dug into the lands kicking up snow as she moved like a wild beast in the heat of a hunt, but for her it was just mere play for the wolf hybrid female. With a look of madness running wild in her sin free blue eyes. With a fit of giggle washing over her she stopped as she kicked up the snow and jumped nipping at the snow that started to fall back down. She was like a child all over again, she did miss Jefferson she had grown to have feeling for the grumpy older male, like a older brother. Sure he would not be happy that she left his lands. He didn’t take kind to that sort of thing…well at least Pontiac thought. The female stopped sniffing the air, trying to gain where she was at. There had been some gatherings of new packs since she was last in these lands. How strange. Taking another deep inhale of the scent of the land, there was two new packs one of them being her sister’s pack. It was good to see that the pack where growing enough to support the growth in the lands. However the she wolf did question how many more packs could these lands take before they would have to push out and claim more lands, for Souls in order to support the booming growth.

Paws took her to the scent of the newer land that she had not seen since she had been back the female came to the border as she lowered her head down, sniffing at the lands. She wanted to know more about each pack around here that she didn’t already know. She wanted to get to know each leader and find out if needed which packs she would be welcomed to travel to and the packs that she would be willing to pray for. For there was not enough room in this small world of Souls for hate for no other reason than “because”.

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ooc speech: Table & Coding © James; 523 words Ouija left the lodge. He had amassed a number of pelts now. But he wasn't sure what to do. Something about a trade had been mentioned but he had heard nothing further than that. Should he scout the packs with his different wares and see who wanted them? But then what would he trade for? He had no idea. He tended to just give away his work and that was that. He didn't worry about getting something in return since each cult member had always taken care of each other without expecting something in return for the effort. They just shard their talents and resources. So maybe he should go to Shawchert instead. Perhaps the other would know what to trade for. Or just what to do with the work that he had done. Still, it was such a minor thing to bother the leader over. Still he had no idea who else to go to over it. He would figure it out later, whether he should go for help or just do it on his own. Because of this uncertainty he headed out to clear his mind. He had no destination in mind but was just walking. Perhaps by the time that he got back to the lodge he would figure out out just what to do. Though he figured he could take a few with him, at least one or two of each kind to show off what he had to each pack so that they would know about them and whether they wanted them of not. He could make it a short visit to just show off goods and let the others figure out if they wanted a trade. He could tell them where to find them if they wanted them and then someone could be sent with an item to trade in return for the pelt. So far this sounded like the best idea. He wouldn't have to go to Shawchert and could do it all on his own. Also he wouldn't have to figure out value and worth because it would be up to whoever wanted the pelts in order to figure out what they wanted to trade for the work. Just maybe he would end up doing that. By the time that he had reached his possible decision he found himself near the borders of the pack. Not only did he reach a destination but a canine as well. A female that was sniffing around. To him is was a curious thing. Not because there was a stranger sniffing around or that the stranger was female. It was the form that had him interested. He wasn't used to seeing anyone use the in between form before. It was always Optime or Lupus but never Secui. At least not until he had ran across this female. "Searching for someone in particular?" He placed the question into the air as he made his approach. He had no idea who she was or that she was even family. Then again he had no realization of just how great a size the D'Angelo tree was or how many branches it had.

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She loved to travel in her haling shape, it made crossing the great miles of lands go by a lot quicker with longer legs to give her a more powerful and a longer stride in her runs. Blue eyes looked around what part of the lands that she could see from the border lines, from what she could see there wasn’t much that could been seen by the naked eye, nor any thing that made Pontiac want to make these lands a pack. However she knew that there just had to be more then what she seen. Just like her home had more then what she could see by standing on the borders and looking in.

Lifting her head as she heard the crunching of snow under the weight of a body the female lifted her ears, still sniffing around the pack lands, she could smell some of her own family kind, but she also could smell the clearly marked pack borders. She wasn’t foolish enough to cross them, so she knew that wondering around the borders trying to figure out scents and pin point those that she knew and those that she didn’t. There wasn’t one that she knew; she could pick up faint scents more so like family names than anything else that she was able to pick up on those scents. The voice spoke out to her as she found her-self in a land of deep thought. Lifting her head up she looked to the…what color would he have been?! White…she hoped, she guessed. ”Hun? Oh! Not really looking for any one. I lived in this area about a year ago, before it came a pack, just trying to figure out more about the lands. Maybe you can tell me? She sat down as she looked to the male, searching for a name she looked at the muti-hued male as she was not able to find one, so that just confirmed that she didn’t know hardly any of the members in this new pack like she thought. ”Uhmm…What’s your name?” She wasn’t sure what to call him by other then Rainbow Wolf, for all the colors that was stripped though his once pure pelt that she would have loved to have…and not the two toned white and tan that she had.
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ooc speech: Table & Coding © James; 719 words Ouija had never actually made use of his halfling form. He could mostly be found in his Optime form for he needed the hands for his work. Though he did spend occasions in his lupus form. Those times were mostly while he did the work of the gods and passed along the gift of luperci. Other than that he didn't really spend much time in his lupus form either. But then again he was usually busying himself with some craft project or another. He hardly ever spent a moment of his time being idle. He simply had to have something to do at all waking moments. He couldn't allow himself to just sit around and do nothing. That hadn't been the way that he had been brought up. He had lessons every single day that he attended and from those religious lesson he would go into the practice of his skills. He wasn't allowed to pause until things were perfect. He couldn't just get up and leave in the middle of it. He had to finish it before he was allowed time for anything else. Because of that strict training from such a young age he had learned to ignore everything else until he could get his job done. After that he was allowed the time to eat and potty and do whatever else he needed to do right before he got back into practicing once again so that he could perfect his craft. And that was exactly what his tutor expected, perfection. Nothing less than that would be accepted. Ouija had just been lucky to pick up on things quick and be able to correct his mistakes with ease. He nodded his head as he listened to her words. So she wasn't really looking for anyone in particular then. Well that meant that he couldn't offer to find someone for her then. Still it seemed that there was some other bit of information that she could use instead. "Well I came over from New Brunswick myself. Lived in a cult there before the Tribunal was killed. After that I came over here. Joined up with Cercatori D'Arte as they were just starting out and founding. Have been here since then. So what is it that you are looking to know exactly?" He wasn't sure exactly what to share since he had only been over here a few months. "This pack is dedicated to the arts, not sure if that would interest you though." It was the only thing that he could think to describe the pack. It wasn't like he could go and tell how many stayed here or where they all lived. He hadn't really connected with anyone here. Sure, there were those that he wouldn't mind having a physical connection with but that was about it. It was in no way like the cult at all. It felt more like everyone was just living separate lives in the same space of land and that was it. That there wasn't any real care and concern. There weren't the lessons that he was used to. And it was like everyone had their talents but they didn't actually use them for anything. They just had them and a rank dedicated to it but they did nothing that would help the pack as a whole with them. "I'm Ouija and you are?" Little did he know that he was actually talking to his aunt. Or one of them at least. Of course he knew Naniko since she had lived in the cult for a period of time as well. And he had heard tales of Pontiac but had no idea what she looked like or any of that. Just as he had no idea that his family was alive and had made it away from the destruction of the cult. If he had known that they were in Nova Scotia then he would have gone looking for them. Instead he simply assumed that they were amongst the deceased. He had certainly woken up with enough of them around him. Of course once he found out his family was around then he would just have to go looking for them. He certainly did miss them after all. And well there was a few months worth of stuff to catch up on.

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There she stood talking to the rainbow painted male; he talked of a cult that he was raise in. it was strange to here all of this from him, when she knew that so much of her family line was over in New Brunswick, and she knew that most of her family was a part of some cult not by choice mind you, but it was who they were, it was how they were raised. The tan and white Anathema member knew nothing other than stories of that life style, she was not born into it, nor had she ever been to the lands where her family ruled. Would she have made it though the training that close watched clan members would have put her though? She did not know and nor would she ever. A part of her cared she wanted to know about her past, she wanted to learn about her family and the family name and the means that went be hide it. ”Strange…” that was about all she could think of saying since her family story seemed to have a lot in common with his male’s story, so much that it was slightly odd with how much was in common with the short story . Her mind wonder as it normal did about the chance of him knowing anything about the family that she came from, was there a chance that he could have been taken in by the clan and forced to learn the religion that made the D'Angelo who they where, it seemed like the whole family was haunted by the beliefs and madness that ran though there blood. ”Hun? Oh! What am I looking for?” She repeated what the male had just said; she thought about it, what was she looking for? Well before the male talked about where he had come from she did not know, however now that she had her interest sparked by the male she smiled as she licking her lips. ”I believe you.” She spoke with a over sweet tone to her voice. She laughed giving her head a shake as her shaggy mane fall back into place. ”Sort of do. I mean what you my call art and what I call art might not be the same thing, but art is interesting to me, but I could not live in a pack based around that.” It was not meant as an insult or anything, it more so of the fact that Pontiac life meant nothing without family, and her pack…well her sisters pack was all about family and keep the bonds close with each of its members to be like one big family.

Standing up as she swooped her body back down into an over animated lady like dip of her head as she brought her head back up smiling as she shifted her head to the side, looking at white based male with a simple grin upon her maw. ”Well Mr. Ouija, I am Pontiac. It is a pleasure to be able to say I’ve meet you.”

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