[P] Sing a Song of Something

Slade Auctor · 02-02-2011, 03:49 PM

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OOC: Told you it'd be up today. ^^

Slade liked nothing more in winter than to have complete silence. There were no birds chirping during this time of year, squirrels couldn't scamper through the branches if they were in hibernation, and snow made no noise at all. While these sounds didn't bother the young coyote, it was always nice to have silence. Ever since he had joined the pack of Cercatori d'Arte he found that he couldn't get away from everything and just take a brisk walk around the territory without being intercepted by someone else, whether it be trespassers, abrasive loners, or just other packmates. His best thoughts came to him when he heard nothing but snow crunching beneath his paws.

Slade, for once, wasn't coming up with any valiant stories of the heroism of his fictional father. As he walked through the snow-covered forest, staying well within the borders, he was thinking about the many advantages of becoming a Luperci. The topic had come up quite a bit as of late, as he knew the limitations there were to not having hands. Most of the time these limitations were mainly the inability to write, but Slade also could name several other things hands could do; weapons were always useful, especially if a certain pesky crow dared to show its face again; he could try carving, which he had seen the leader Shawchert doing--though he had a feeling he would be horrible at it; he couldn't play an instrument.

That was an interesting thought. Slade had never considered himself a musical canine, but as he thought about it he realized that several of the members of his pack were into music. The most he had ever seen or heard of music was when wood was fashioned into some sort of object - instruments, he thought they were called - or canines used their voices to make some sort of mellifluous sound. It occurred to him again how little he knew about the world of the Luperci, and that maybe he ought to learn more before he even considered becoming one.

Shoving the thoughts aside, Slade glanced into the trees before him he realized he was approaching the familiar town of Thornbury. His past experiences in this town had been a bit less than good, but now as Slade was trying to act more his age he decided he would give a bit of exploration one more go. It seemed like such a long time ago that he had flung a rock at one house; where had the days gone?

These nostalgic thoughts made Slade feel a lot older than he was and usually acted. Shaking his head, trying to think up some new story to return his mindset to its typical puppy-like simplicity, the young coyote trotted through the trees and entered the realm of Thornbury. Nostalgic memories flooded back to him, which made him feel extremely aged; he was Slade Auctor, the coyote who was nearing two years of age but still acted like an eight-month-old pup, and he was not supposed to be thinking deep thoughts or feeling nostalgic about a town he hardly knew.

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Elaine Lovato · 02-02-2011, 07:11 PM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.
ooc text: Woo. Big Grin Just a heads up, Elaine's in her Lupus form.

In Character

Elaine sighed with contentment as she rolled over, her back against the ground and belly facing the air. She was resting on the porch of her new, wooden home. She beamed; she liked the idea that this was her's. A striped cloth laid under her to separate her body from the cold wood, sporting red, blue, and faded white colors, and the American flag was keeping her quite protected from the chilly floor. Having a quiet lazy day was one of the many joys in the Lovato's laid back life, forgetting all about the pressing concerns like winter while the sun warmed her caramel fur. She could not recall having a day like this on her three month journey to 'Souls, and she missed the care-free lifestyle she lived with her parents, but she knew she had to stop acting like a homesick pup and take her own lead in her life.

She was taking this day of relaxation literally, or at least for her standards. She decided to have a break away from her guitar, with it being tucked safely away in one of the small rooms of the home. These days, it'd seem that the wooden instrument was hooked to her like an extra limb, no one yet seeing her without it slung over her back, the only reason given was because she missed her father and mother; her sire had given the item to his pup when she left home. But, she convinced herself to stop being a worrywart and try to lay out in the sun to trap some heat in her dark fur while she still can. Though it was past the beginning of winter and was reaching over the halfway mark, there was some tinge of chill in the air that foretold that colder days are to come, though Elaine had no idea how bad it would be soon.

Giving a stretch that unclenched muscles that were starting to get stiff, her nose twitched as she scented something out of the norm of the smells she had been detecting for a while, like old wood, snow, and dust. She rolled back over to her feet, and stood up to get a better look at what her nose was trying to tell her. Not very far off, she spotted a canine walking in the snowed-in streets. But, his features looked foreign to her, and never had she seen a coyote, nor a hybrid of one. Elaine reared up on her hind legs and gripped the railings of her porch with her dark fore paws, and called to the male,"Greetings!" The wolfdog have yet to meet any one of the pack members, besides Shawchert and Skye, though it is to be expected, since she was a newcomer and it was usual for the high ranks to get to know her.

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Slade Auctor · 02-03-2011, 06:57 PM

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OOC: Table by Alli

Slade could name another thing that adult coyotes weren't supposed to do: jump at sudden greetings. However, when he suddenly heard a call from a nearby house, he was genuinely startled. Apparently his myopia had caused him to completely miss the fact that there was someone on the porch of one of the wooden houses. Slade turned to the direction of the voice, squinting for a moment as he tried to differentiate the canine from the wood. He managed to make out a tawny-colored canine - not a wolf, not a dog, maybe a mix between the two - leaning on the railings of the porch.

Slade walked up to the edge of the porch below the wolfdog and sat down; while she was still somewhat blurry to him, he wasn't about to walk onto her porch without being invited. He kept his tail flat on the ground, and while he didn't quite look the wolfdog in the eyes he wasn't overly submissive. How was he supposed to know if she was higher or lower in rank than him? She was certainly a member of his pack, of course, as Slade assumed that she owned the wooden house they were near.

"Hello," Slade greeted casually. "I didn't notice you before, sorry." He wasn't quite sure what else to say; the weather wasn't particularly unique in any way, the dim evening light wasn't unusually dark or bright, and he wasn't going to ask for an invitation to sit down on the home of a stranger. He instead noticed that the wolfdog was one of the few canines who was in their Lupus form, given they were Luperci. Based on the way she stood on her hind legs, Slade guessed she was a Luperci. He was glad that she wasn't in Ortus form, given his predictions about her species were right, as he had started to really dislike the way others towered over him when they stood on two legs.

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Elaine Lovato · 02-05-2011, 02:43 AM

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Sorry, I didn't have much muse for this post, so I'm sorry if its seems a little dull. <\3

Elaine watched the coyote jumped from her sudden appearance, and she wondered for a moment if she should have been less rash and not have busted out a greeting from nowhere. Though she can seem calm and collective, the wolfdog tended not to think over things like saying hi to a passerby, and just act on the first thought that first comes to mind. She slipped down from the porch railings, since the weight on her Lupus hind legs were uncomfortable, and padded down the two steps that led up to the wooden platform, and approached Slade, though she stayed a good two feet away from the man. Though he seemed friendly, she was wary of how other canines acted; when she first met Shawchert, he was prepared to attack her just with her appearance in front of Sky's house. But it turned out it was hunger that drove him to his hostility, and the Lovato soon changed that by giving him a small meal. Winter must be tougher up here in the north, she had thought, when her leader had chow downed on the lunch.

But, Slade did not seem upset that she had greeted him, and it banished the thoughts that the male will show anger for any given reason. When he admitted that he did not see her, when he was so close to her home, she just simply raised an "eyebrow" at those words, but did not comment on it. Elaine assumed that there must be something wrong with his senses, but she saw no need to voice her curiosity, though it did press against her mind and danced along her lips to be asked. "Its perfectly fine,"she reassured the coyote, giving a shake of her head to express her words with movement. "Anyway, sorry for the spook. My name is Elaine, one of the new singers." She doubted that Slade have heard of her, but yet she did not know if rumors of her have yet reached her packmate's ears that a new canine joined their ranks.

"What's your rank?"she asked, forcing her voice to come out as monotonous instead of probing curiosity. Though Elaine did not expect it by the way he acted, she wouldn't be too surprised if he was somehow higher position in his talent's group than her's in the singer group. That was the perks of being the newcomer; knocking off the latest packmate from the limelight of the new arrival and shoving the fresh meat onto the stage, starting rock bottom.

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Slade Auctor · 02-07-2011, 02:48 PM

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OOC: Sorry for the delay....

Fortunately for Slade, the female, who introduced herself as Elaine, seemed to have better conversation ideas as she stepped down from the porch to greet him. He gave a small nod, as the "spook" was of course forgiven; it was his fault in the first place. She said she was a singer, in a rather dull tone which Slade was slightly surprised at; she struck him as a more curious, energetic girl, much like himself; why the sudden monotony?

Elaine had moved closer to him now, and he could see her far clearer to his relief. He had seen her color correctly, as she was shades of brown all over her body with darker patches on her legs, ears, and tail. She was tall, and Slade felt that she would probably tower over him by a few inches if they were closer; even now when she was hardly a yard away he felt self-conscious of his size. She didn't seem quite as fluffy as a wolf and was probably a hybrid; of course, how was Slade supposed to know what a wolf looked like when most of the wolves he had seen were in Optime?

Returning his mind to the conversation, Slade answered, "I'm Slade, a writer; low in rank, of course, because I'm no Luperci...." He was careful to mention that his rank was low; he noted that Elaine had called herself a new singer and didn't want to make her feel any need to be submissive toward him. He was supposed to be the shy, passive canine, and given his past experience with others yielding to him he wasn't sure he was ready for that treatment again. Drawing his attention away from that, he asked, "Why so formal?" He wanted to get to know his packmates in a good way; he knew that he could never get used to being around someone who couldn't speak with expression if their life depended on it.

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