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One or two members, please!

Needless to say, Jefferson Soul had been busy.


To be precise, the cyclops was not sure he had ever been so up and around in all his amnesiac life. Phoenix Valley certainly kept him busy on a daily basis in all the years of his leadership there, but the pack was a laid-back one and tensions with other packs and with his members had never troubled him enough to lead the idiot to actual stressing. The Valley Patriarch was well aware he was needed in AniWaya; it was less about compensating for Dawali's aid in the past and more for holding the western tribe up strong during the Kalona's healing period, but doubled with more stresses than usual leaking in Phoenix Valley, the cyclops found himself running back and forth between packs on horseback more than he had imagined. Tala was too new for some of the responsibilities the pack was asking of her — most namely, dealing with the rapist Sawtooth that was stalking about — and so Jefferson would appear and set things straight for as long as they could be until he would return again, a few days later, to repeat the cycle.


On top of Lucifer's idiocy in and around his pack, Jefferson darkly accustomed himself to a life with one arm, something he had yet to get used to. Geneva was sick at home and getting sicker by the day; the cyclops was not sure how she would turn out or if she would bounce back, leading to a particular heartache in his chest the male did not expose on the forefront whatsoever. Pripyat still suffered from the guilt knowing his father had lost his arm to save him. Jace had been raped, and if he had heard correctly, so had Tala. Ty was having a hard time keeping track of the Sawtooth, though Jefferson advised his former apprentice as much as possible in the periods he was in the Valley to ensure the pack would be safe without him there. On top of it all, much of the territory was still in shreds from the snowstorm, many members were still healing or displaced, and the Patriarch feared pregnancy in a few of the girls. When the time rolled around that he would be able to return, his work would be cut out for him; for now, however, the brute could only be thankful AniWaya was so quiet.


Quiet, of course, but not in a way that settled his worries. Jefferson had taken to pacing through the AniWayan territories, describing them to Dawali as exploring the territory and becoming familiar with it, though hardly any exploring was happening. Plaguing thoughts masked his gaze; what beautiful wonders the AniWayan land had to behold to him were lost to whatever bothered him at the time, and his single eye saw nothing. Adagio Creek babbled alongside him as he moved, his single arm at his side, the empty, long sleeve of the other flapping listlessly in the breeze. A scarred man, a murderer on such peaceful land. It was a travesty.

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Hickey; 308 words


Sakari had seen this man staying with her uncle, seeing as she stayed in the Town Hall with him. Her uncle trusted him and seemed at ease with him there. Sakari had never spoken to him though. Instead she kept herself quiet and tucked close to her uncle's side. She had taken to sharing a blanket with him at night, finding the days to be a bit more tolerable than they had been previously. She was trying to get herself used to the weather here instead of always depending on a blanket. Now she just used it at night or on those really cold days when snow would still come.

She had left the Town Hall today and had taken to stalking the temporary leader. She hadn't gained complete control of her shifting, at least not to the point of making it a fluid act just yet so she was walking about in her lupus form. She had to say that she was curious about this man whom continued to come and go from the pack's lands. She didn't know where he was going or anything like that. She decided to find out where he was headed on this trip though.

So far he hadn't left AniWaya this time. Instead he just left the village and headed into more of the territory. He headed towards the slow moving creek. Sakari wasn't sure what he was doing though. Slowly she made to approach and find out though. "Are you leaving again?" She wasn't sure what else to say. After all it would be rude to ask him why he was out here. And if she looked rude then she would make her uncle look bad. She really didn't want to bring that sort of shame down on her family though. That was why she watched what she had asked.





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*snags the second spot!* Big Grin I just realized how awesome it would be for Jefferson to meet Claudius and for Claudius to meet Sakari! (345)

Claudius has not expected to find visitors practically outside his doorstep. Well, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration: while he lived in a cave beside Adagio Creek, he never would have expected to find anyone else romping around so close to his home. As far as he was aware, most AniWayans lived in the village, so it was a surprise to find anyone else around these parts. Many came to fish and relax here, but few wandered this way for business.

Gathering up his courage, Claudius decided to venture forth from his den and investigate. Immediately, he noticed the scent of a horse nearby and froze. Even though he knew Liliana was comfortable enough around them, he was still terrified of the giant beasts. Claudius stared, wide-eyed, from behind the trunk of a tree as a wolf approached on the horse. It still mystified him how luperci could ride those things!

Soon enough, another wolf approached. Claudius was too far away to determine who either were, but the scents were familiar. He moved closer and ducked behind another tree, again cautiously peering around it to sneak a glimpse. The wind shifted and he sniffed the air once more. He recognized the younger wolf: she had been in the town hall when it had been snowed in. The other, however, was Jefferson. He recognized him from when the leader spoke to them about Dawali's absence and how he would be helping out. Claudius had never known any leaders aside from Dawali, so he was curious, but still too afraid to approach.

After a few more minutes of lurking behind the tree -- and hearing the young wolf ask Jefferson if he was leaving again -- Claudius emerged from behind the tree. He was sure that they would have noticed him by his scent, but he felt better taking his time before actually revealing himself.

"W-when a-are you... c-c…o-oming… ba-a-ack" Claudius asked quietly. He stared up at the one-armed, one-eyed wolf perched on top of the horse. Together, they were horribly frightening. Claudius gulped loudly.

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Yay! And he wasn't on a horse, but we can pretend he is. Big Grin I don't care.

Needless to say, Jefferson Soul had been busy.


The babbling of the small creek still barely reached his ears over the noise within his own head, and yet despite such madness in his mind another sound cut through like a sharpened blade; tattered ears perked, the man swinging his gaze to the source that trailed behind him. A small sound from a small girl, innocent as any the Valley back home had to offer, but unlike most of the native AniWayans, Jefferson vaguely caught recognition for her. As the whirling worries in his mind made to disperse, the one-armed giant slid from the horse and dismissed it; it trotted merrily to the side, intent not to depart too far from its master, and drank silently from the lake.


"Sakari, right?" the brute said, brows raised but stony expression otherwise unchanged. His tone, raspy but calmed compared to what had stormed in the depths of his brain, hardly meant anything in terms of intimidation. His one-eyed gaze thinned slightly at her question — he barely knew her as anything but Dawali's niece, and one that was far too nervous or shy to ever have approached him previously. Was she worrying for the clan, or worrying for him? Try as he might, his silent analysis could bring no results.


He motioned to reply, but the voice of another confirmed the slight scent that hung over the air and signified another's presence; eye and ears flashed quickly to the male that seemed to creep from nowhere, a most terribly fragile-looking thing, and stammering in his speech on top of it. Ordinarily Jefferson might have mumbled something crass and sarcastic in the gray male's face, and ordinarily the Patriarch would not have changed his behavior for a single soul, but with the clouds of doubt and worry in his mind came a storming wind that blew away all motivation for his typical self.


"No," he answered, looking between them. "I was just... seeing the sights. I've never really gotten the chance to 'till now." A pause. "You're not... worried when I leave, are you?" Was it possible the AniWayans had already given him so much trust?

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Hickey; Awwe, someone wants to meet Sakari *feels special*; 503 words


The young female was vaguely surprised that the other had spoken her name. That he knew her name. She hadn't known that he had paid attention to that. Or even to her relation to the leader of the pack. She honestly thought that she would just be seen as another pup in the pack and that was it. She smiled and gave a nod of her head before speaking up. "Yes Sir, Sakari Yakone Amara." She spoke softly and politely, giving her entire name to him. But that was the typical way that she introduced herself. It had meaning to it and so she was proud of it. One's name was important since it defined them.

She had always worried that he was always too busy to have ever been approached before. He always seemed to be entering and leaving AniWaya all of the time. Not to mention that the expression he wore, combines with his overall appearance, didn't make him seem as if he was the type to wish to be bothered. She didn't imagine that he ever had time for idle chit chat. Or even that he would welcome it should he have a spare moment. Rather she had always kept quiet since the temporary Kalona didn't give off the air that he was approachable.

She looked over as another came out and spoke. She vaguely remembered him from chance encounters before. He had helped to dig them out of the Town Hall. He had also been at the funeral if she remembered correctly. But never once had she ever caught his name. Was he scared of the scarred male? Was that why he spoke like he did? She didn't know for sure but she made to approach him and try to nuzzle Claudius. "It is okay. Don't be scared. Edusti Tsugi wouldn't let him stay if he was going to hurt anyone." So maybe the girl did have a bit of trust and faith in the leader. It was all because she knew her uncle would always do what was best for the tribe and she trusted her uncle's judgment on all things.

She then turned her attention back to Jefferson, taking in his words. "We could show you around if you want." She offered with a smile, inadvertently volunteering Claudius for the event as well. Sakari couldn't say that she had exactly explore everywhere in AniWaya just yet but she knew of some of the major things. Like where the stables were and where the spirit tree lay upon the ground. His question though had her glancing to the ground before slowly looking back up at him. "Is Edusti Tsugi ever going to get better?" She felt bad that she couldn't help him. That she didn't have the knowledge to help him. She was determined to learn though. Still she wished that she already had the knowledge so that she could make her uncle all better right away. She wanted to help him and make him proud of her.





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EEP my bad guys. XD I think I just assumed he was from the mention of the horse earlier in the post DERP. Oh well now Claudius can pee himself with fear. Big Grin (426)

Claudius flinched when the horse moved and the half-wolf addressed him. He supposed that was a fitting title for a wolf that was only half there: he had half the number of eyes he should and half the number of arms he should. It was very disconcerting and Claudius couldn't manage to rip his gaze away. He felt like a bumbling, blubbering fool standing there and staring at him, but it was hard to look away.

Finally, he blinked, and glanced to Sakari when Jefferson addressed her. She revealed her full name and Claudius wondered why she had three. He only had two and his mother said that for a long time, she'd only had one. Why did wolves feel the need to dress themselves up so much with words and poetry? Claudius didn't understand it. He pondered this for a few moments until Jefferson replied, explaining that he was just exploring the AniWayan lands. Claudius nodded politely, but was quiet. He didn't really have anything to say in return, so he tucked the information away in the back of his mind for the time being.

He began to glance away when he realized Sakari was addressing him. She spoke softly and even tried to nuzzle him. Claudius froze in the spot and waited for the ordeal to be over, but said nothing in reply. He knew it was a completely normal thing to do and his instincts screamed at him to do something in return, like return the nuzzle, but he couldn't move. The part of him that was undeniably canine chirped happily, but the other side of Claudius froze at the unexpected physical contact.

He finally worked up the courage to do something back, but by then, Sakari had already turned to Jefferson and was addressing him. Claudius hated how wolves and puppies were so much more comfortable speaking than he was and he was already two years old. He was so embarrassed.

And then Sakari had volunteered them to show Jefferson around. Claudius shot her a quick questioning look, but wasn't sure if she'd seen it. He didn't know if he wanted to this, but didn't want to sound impolite. He didn't want them to think he was a big scaredy-cat, so after all was said and done, he decided to say something for himself.

"I... live a-around h-here. I c-can s-show you w-where... I l-like to f-fish..." he offered. Even though he wasn't very good at it and it wasn't the right season for fishing, he could at least do something useful.


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The male did not go out of his way to maintain any airs of approachability and the like; the Valley had always accepted him as he was, a quieter and more down-to-earth leader as compared to the members, and he was not at all accustomed — nor willing — to act any differently to suit the AniWayans. Getting out and meeting the majority of the tribe's members he found important, but with the troubles of the Valley and general maintenance for the allianced tribe he watched over, taking time to spend with members who would probably reject him sort of fell on the back burner. Jefferson found himself pleasantly surprised that the boy and girl had both approached him so willingly and with concern in their eyes — especially the trembling one with the stutter, who looked apt to faint at any given second out of sheer anxiety.


Sakari referenced an Edusti Tsugi once, twice, and still Jefferson stared at her, perplexed, without an answer. Who the hell was that? The only AniWayan leader was Dawali, else Jefferson wouldn't be lollygagging around the western tribe's creeks and brooks like a child. He managed to put two and two together, though he'd never heard Sakari speak to or of her uncle in such a way, and with a flick of the ear he replied. "Yeah, yeah, he's getting better," the brute snorted, shrugging both full shoulder and the stump that remained of the other. "He would've stepped down one way or another if he thought he was sick. The big guy just needs time."


That said, he recalled her offer to guide him, but before he could reply to it, the white male stammered through more muttered words. Why was he present there with them if he was so damn uncomfortable? The concept simply could not make itself understandable in the Patriarch's head, but that was mostly because he himself would never have done such a thing. As a result, Jefferson had become rather "skilled" in unwittingly dismissing himself from places he had absolutely no desire to be. "You," he said, flicking his nose at Claudius. Others might have approached the boy's timidity with a gentle nuance or the like. Jefferson did not. "Get a hold of yourself and stand up straight. You got nothing to be tweaking out about here, ... what's your name again?" It only occurred to him then that he did not know.


A quick, stiff glance back at Sakari. "Tour me if you want. I'm sure you people have some sort of duties to do here though, don't you?" A very slick way of enquiring what exactly AniWayans even did in the first place, of course. Jefferson did not take the time to bask in his own ingenuity.

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Hickey; 518 words


Sakari had numerous names simply because where she came from your name represented who you were as a person. Just giving your name told everyone just what they needed to know about you. Sakari was, quite simply put, eternally red and sweet. And should temperance or appearance change then so should the name because the name was no longer fitting or the true name. So an accurate name was important for one to have because meaning was everything.

As for the name Edusti Tsugi it was one that Sakari always used to reference her uncle. It was the way that she knew him. Back in the Great Tribe she would hear tales of Edusti Tsugi not Kalona Dawali. So it really was a habit that was hard to break. She was pretty much only calling him uncle and using his true name. It was a name known among the family but others didn't seem to know. Tsugi Dawali Amara, that was how she knew her uncle. So back in the Great Tribe they spoke of the exploits of Tsugi, not Dawali.

And just as she was prone to do with others she looked to Jefferson to explain. "Uncle Tsugi. Kalona Dawali. In the Great Tribe he was called Tsugi. But I guess he uses Dawali here." Either way, he would still answer her when she called him Tsugi. Perhaps it was just because it was among family. After all it was through family that she had learned of him. He hadn't been in the Great Tribe at her birth. No, she had only been told about him and that prompted her to want to be spoken as fondly as he was. To want to meet him and be just like him.

"You live out here all by yourself? Don't you get lonely?" She asked in surprise. She had figured that everyone lived in the village. She didn't know that anyone stayed all by themselves. But when Jefferson spoke to the trembling male it cause Sakari to focus on Jefferson again. "You don't have to sound mean. You already look scary." She spoke to Jefferson, quickly coming to Claudius's defense. Perhaps she shouldn't have spoken out against a leader like that. Still, she didn't like that it seemed that Claudius was being picked on. "I want to see where you fish." She whispered the words quietly to Claudius with a smile on her lips and another attempt to nuzzle him to calm him.

She kept herself close to Claudius, wanting to reassure him and such. She didn't want him feeling like he was alone anymore. She had felt just like that when she had lost both Meda and Hvnii. "Some do but I don't yet. I'm not old enough to take on those ranks yet. I have a couple of months to choose what path to take." As well as there wasn't a hunting party to join in on or food to be prepared. And there wasn't young here to look after since Sakari was the youngest. So right now there weren't duties to be attended to for her.





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Claudius was glad to hear that Dawali was recovering, but he wasn’t sure what to make of Jefferson’s flippant tone. Claudius recoiled slightly, uncertain if this level of disrespect among leaders was common. His mother had never spoken to Dawali like this, so it seemed rather abnormal to the boy. But then, she wasn’t a leader anymore and probably had to hold Dawali to a higher level of respect. Whatever the reason behind it – if there was one – Claudius didn’t like it.

Sakari then piped up and answered Jefferson’s questions with ease, explaining the Cherokee language. Claudius knew a few words, but was by no means fluent in it. Like French, he knew bits of pieces, but couldn’t string them together to make a sentence. Sakari then turned to Claudius and asked about his living arrangements, to which Claudius just shrugged. He gave her a small smile, but didn’t reply. There was too much going on for him to say anything but he didn’t really mind.

And again, Jefferson proved himself to be a poor conversationalist and a man of few manners. “You,” he demanded of Claudius, advancing on him like a hunter might his prey, demanding he stand up straighter and stop ‘tweaking’ – whatever that was. Claudius immediately folded back his ears, took a step back, and narrowed his eyes. He did not like this man at all. If he wanted to insult his proposed guide, he could do that somewhere else, or not at all. Claudius did not like having this rude man make fun of him and then demand his name. No, he would not be getting a name from Claudius. He didn’t deserve it.

Before Claudius could reply, Sakari interjected to defend his honour. Although he was a little embarrassed that his friends were the ones responsible for coming to his rescue, he did see that she could offer a retort with more eloquence than he ever could. So, he was grateful he had her on his side. As she reprimanded the one-eyed, one-armed wolf, Claudius felt some pride swell up in him. She wouldn’t let some scary wolf tromp around here and make her feel bad! He admired that.

He shot Jefferson a mean glare and replied as well as he could. “I-i-i…f y-you do-o-on’t ha-a-a-ve anything n-nice to-o-o sa-y-y-y, don’t-t-t s-say it a-at all,” he shot. He then turned to Sakari. “I-I will sh-show you w-where I fish, but he,” he enunciated with a jerk of his chin, “i-i-is not w-welco-o-ome.” His behaviour was unfit for that of a leader and Claudius did not like him. So, he would have to be content wandering about the stream on his massive horse, far away, and where he could not bother Claudius. Claudius did not venture forth outside of his den every few days to be confronted by a horrible wolf. No, if he had known this bully would be waiting for him only kilometres from his home, he would have never ventured out that morning.



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It was not that the cyclops was misinterpreted, he came to realize, when both little girl and guy-with-tremor retaliated at his words. Jefferson had no regrets, did not rethink a strategy; his procedures were always blunt and rough like tar, as he did not beat around the bush. His Valley members had always responded best to it, thus he knew to do it well, but perhaps he had forgotten just how peaceful AniWayans were. Conflict was not even a part of their culture, he surmised, nor were "troublemakers" like he or Lucifer dawdling about in the Valley. Despite all that, his words had been earnest, not scolding; the white male had no need for fear or trepidation in the Patriarch's midst, but clearly bringing that to light had made for the opposite effect.


Green eye stared, deadpan, flicking between them both in turn; his facial features did not shift and he did not retaliate visually at their scolding responses. He felt no shame, no humiliation — actually, he found a little AniWayan girl and a tremoring coward scolding him to be rather humorous, but his expression nor voice showed no evidence of this whatsoever. Claudius invited Sakari to see something and blatantly turned the cyclops away — nothing the scarred man would be bothered by, but a slight swell of relief washed over him. "See, there's the confidence I asked for," he said, shrugging. His methods were complicated and harsh, but hey, they always seemed to work without fail.


It didn't much change the situation, however, and so Jefferson spun stiffly on his heel and started away, following the riverbank once more, tossing his scarred hand over his shoulder in farewell. "Well, seeya."


It was no wonder he had such few friends; on top of his harsh and ragged demeanor and appearance which pushed most away anyway, the man was surprisingly out for the good of the world. He never meant harm, specifically, but always spoke what occurred to him as truthful. The presentation was unceremonious and led to his further isolation, but the fragile shaking boy he hadn't even known had stood up to the monster in the end. Jefferson couldn't ask for much more, yet heaved a sigh as he departed their presence.

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