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For a picture of Nani's crown: Click here! Hey pack :] This is a non-mandatory pack meeting that focuses on three different things. First is the promotion - Alaki is being promoted to Rakeeb. Then is the actual pack meeting part. Next is a small Halloween celebration. Assume that your character has been informed of this celebration; you may have them dress up if you'd like! NO posting order!


Two of her boys sat near her feet, Severus and Judas. Both were darker like their father, only Octavius sharing Naniko's pristine white pelt. Speaking of which...she hadn't seen the boy for the last half of the afternoon, and now it was beginning to grow dark. He was the only one of her trio who wasn't a complete troublemaker, but she worried about him wandering too far away from the caves. Naniko was allowing them to go outside on their own if they wished it, for she couldn't very easily follow all three at once, but she preferred to be with them if she could. Judas turned back to look at her, his cape tangling in his feet as he did so. The two had dressed up in small costumes that she had made for them from ideas she had found in a human children's book from the city. Halloween, they had called it, or All Hallow's Eve. Judas was playing the part of a vampire, fresh blood from a rabbit staining his muzzle red for further effect, and the gray-scale Severus was a prince. Atop his small head was a crown that she had fashioned out of leaves and gems that she'd managed to work free from jewelry laying around her den.


The snow-queen had dressed as herself, a long and tattered velvet cape around her shoulders and a more ornately decorated gold crown upon her head. She'd spent hours bending wire until it would go into the shape she had needed it to, polishing the thick wire until it shone. It was weaved simply, but the added gems made the recycled piece into a work of art. Beneath her cape she wore her weapons belt as usual, her ceremonial dagger, poison-tipped daggers, and axe hanging from the brown leather piece. She thought about what she would like to say to the pack, then lifted her head to howl for their attention. Their participation in the meeting wasn't mandatory, as Naniko knew that many canines had things to do both in and outside of Anathema, but she hoped that many would come.


She had been watching Alaki and waiting for him to prove himself to her in the pack, at first being unsure about him because of his way of handling others. He seemed quick to anger, something she wasn't certain she could deal with in a sub-leader. But over time he had proven himself valuable to her, reaching the top rank in his tier and taking on responsibility whenever she asked it of him. He had even come up with a few new ideas, ideas that she wished for him to share with the pack today at this meeting. It would be unexpected to him, perhaps, that she chose to promote him so soon...but Naniko felt that it was time. Whether he sank or swam would be up to him; she could lead their 30-strong pack alone as she had done in the past if she had to.

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Matteo wasn't entirely sure why he'd let Camilla put him through this. It was humiliating. She'd been the one to hear about the meeting first, and of course, the tradition of Halloween had excited her to no end. She'd demanded that they dress up, just like Naniko had (so she'd seen coming home from finding their costumes). She's even got her kids dressed up, Teo. I found the perfect costume for you. Alaki will love it.

Alaki loving anything was strange... or so Teo thought. When he looked into the mirror at his new costume, now dressed in it with his hair brushed accordingly... ...Camilla, you pervert. He scowled, ears pinning back. I'm not going out in this. He grumbled firmly.

Yes you are. It's the only one I could find that would fit you, now stop complaining. You look good.

I look like a cross dresser.

It suites you.

Teo sighed heavily, knowing he'd lost the battle the moment he'd put it on in the first place. Somehow he knew the entire pack was never going to let him live this one down. Fine. You're ready?

Yes ma'am.

Stop that! Let's get this over with. I think she's called already.

Yes, Ma'am!

Teo heaved a growl as they left the den, only pausing to grab Miwa as they went. Walking down through the caves was humiliating for Matteo, who somehow managed to keep his chin up the entire time, despite wanting to curl up and die.

Why'd it have to be this? He groaned, daring another glance down at his own costume. Apparently he had a girlish figure, because as Camilla had stated many times already...

...he fitted the tiny, frilly dress almost perfectly. His angel costume would've been cooler... if it'd been for a man and not a woman. Fluffy angel wings bounced behind him with each step, a short white dress tied up at the stomach, and a fluffy halo above his head. His legs and paws had white stockings on (like that did anything), cut out at the toes to avoid messing up his footing. Honestly, he looked good in it, in a weird, cross-dressing sort of way.

He should never had agreed to this.

Camilla wore a witch costume, pointed hat and all, though it wasn't as revealing (thank the LORD). Miwa had been given a pair of bumble bee wings and antenae, as well as a little vest to wear, a dog's costume. They'd all been found the night before, and Camilla had stayed up all night fixing them to fit.

She'd done a great job.

As they came up to the meeting place, Teo's ears pinning back and he lost a touch of his nerve. There sat Naniko, looking much, much cooler than himself. Even her kids. A prince and a vampire. Why hadn't I gone with a vampire? I could've pulled that off without needing any... other...

Like a mind reader, Camilla shot him a cold stare and he froze up, eyes wide and tail flicking towards his legs. She l-looks like an anti-christ! Her fear tactic complete, the girl brought Miwa over to the sidelines, where they could watch the fun unfold for their angel.

...little brat. He murmured, before turning to greet Naniko with a bow (one more at the head than the hips, this time, to avoid... well...), a forced smile and a few kind words. Fair evening, my queen. He played, smiling. And little lords. One of the dead, one of the living. I hope only good news will come of tonight's meeting, m'lady?

He kind of hoped Alaki wouldn't show up... or worse, Giuseppe and Gemma. They'd never, ever let him live it down, especially now that Gemma was actually talking to him again. Oh god.

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The evening was well underway; the Dasa had been relaxing, not doing anything really. He passed the time by cleaning his disorganized den putting all his

belongings into order. He stood in the center of his den admiring the outcome of the war he waged against the clutter when Naniko’s howl reached his hears,

making them twitch outward. That was right, he nearly forgot there was a pack meeting even though he was made aware of it. It wasn’t mandatory, but he

wasn’t doing anything of any importance, making him decide he should attend.




As he arrived he surveyed the canines around him. Naniko with two pups he thought to be her children and few others he didn’t know. He approached the

group that stood together. Naniko had been a queen naturally; her boys were a vampire and a prince. The canine near the Angela looked to be an angel, off

to the side was a witch, with a young one. He looked down at his costume less body and shrugged his shoulders; he just didn’t make the time to dress up for

the occasion, unfortunately. Upon closer inspection the angel was a male, he raised an eyebrow, why had he not chosen something else, oh well he wouldn’t

judge. “Lady Naniko your highness, lord of the dead and your majesty” He smiled as he addressed them putting one arm behind his back, tucking the

other as he bowed deeply from his hips. “How are we all on this gruesome and fearful evening?”




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She had no wish to venture out of her den. But when the Angela informed her of a meeting she suspected that it would be something either interesting or important. It was Halloween, or at least near enough for the Anatheman queen to commission some sort of celebration. Io had heard whispers of Alaki's promotion and again she suspected that it was something she wished to announce fomally. And while she had no want to leave her home, she did.


In truth, it had been Leon that had caused this recent slump. His viciousness hadn't rattled her so much, Shurui hadn't been gentle either. But it was merely the fact that she, Io Berlin, had been over powered by him. Her teeth bared themselves as she thought of the event, moving slowly down the rocky corridors. Her secui form usually gave her much speed, but her children weighted her down substancially and what more she was tired.


She'd still had time to dress herself up. Nothing extermely extravegant, she was too serious for that. Io had brought with her to Canada, a large necklace. It was heavy, almost solid silver and set with clear diamonds. It had once been her mother's, and possibly would have still been had she not grown attatched to it had snatched it for herself. It was the one thing her mother had 'given' her before she left, her father in turn had given her a golden pocket watch.


She entered the room where the Angela sat, along with her two sons. Io smiled breifly, thinking about her own children, ones which would be present in around a month. She approached slowly, bowed her head in respect. 'Angela...' she said, lifting her head up. She turned her sights to the boys one by one and gave them a polite nod, 'Boys'. Io stepped back, taking her place at the edge of the room.


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WC:490+ / You guys have no idea how badly i wanted to make Alaki wear a pink bunny suit ; ; Seriously... i came so close to doing it xD Ooooh, and yah. he not huge on public speaking and making a spectacle of himself, so just ignore grumpy key and his grumpiness. He means well ^^;


Ridiculous, stupid, the entire thing was just a hideous idea to make idiots of everyone and anyone, whoever came up with the idea of fancy dress, just be glad you ain't around....groans of complaint filled the surrounding area as the grey coated male began to pull on his costume. Having been forewarn of the meeting he had packed the first costume he had come across in a bag and left it up a tree, so that once he'd finished walking the borders he could camp out for the night and then get dressed and head to meeting when it was called; he was denying the inevitable, for he knew Matteo and a lot of the other pack members would be present and would see him in costume. Heck, his costume itself wasn't even that bad; a grey scale kimono, lighter toned on the inside and darker on the outside, for he had chosen to go as a 'Japanese Samurai', it was more the fact he was weaning something other than his jeans which he was used to that was making him so uncertain; to him, the costume was just foolish and an excessive amount of material. Yet, on the plus side, with his costume he could turn up to the meeting fully armed and not be asked to many questions.


Threading his Katana to his waist as a finishing touch, he brought himself up to his full height and pulled his hair free from it's usual ponytail, allowing the black strands to spray out across his back. Combing a hand through his hair to make sure it was at least vaguely knot free he heard the call of his Angela. Grumbling a string of incoherent curses he began to head in the direction of the call, summoning Beyaz to land upon his shoulder on his travel. Not long passed before he reached where the meeting, amongst many things, was to take place. A few members had already arrived before him, his eyes catching his angelic mate, a grin touching his lips at the others costume; no doubt a particular two brats had their hands in that matter. Lowering his eyes, he noted the two girls also dressed up and grinned wider, raising his eye brows at the pair in a teasing manner. Aside from his mate and Angela two others had already arrived, neither of which he was overly familiar and so he ignored them, moving up towards the white queen.


“Naniko” his voice was almost a whisper, his head dipping in greeting towards the white female. Unsurprisingly, the leader had chosen to dress as a queen and he found himself resisting making a comment on the irony of that; not that he could really comment on others costumes, having dressed up as un-creatively as he could manage. He knew what she had called them to say and he couldn't help but wonder how well people would accept the news.

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OOC ::jumping in Big Grin


The black wolfess ended with the last details of her Halloween costume before leading toward the exit of her provisional camp. She was informed that there was going to be a pack meeting just before a small party. That day was one of the few times that Akira wore any kind of clothes. Her costume was principally a top with the drawing of her ribs and her backbone, and a pair of cut pants with the hip bones. The rest of the black females body got all the other bones painted in white. She also used the skull of a male deer as a mask, she actually looked a bit terroristic, looking more like a kind of dead god than a skeleton.

Hearing the call of her leader she gave a last look at herself and leaded toward the caves. She left her bag on her den the night before but she still got her bone knife tied up to her right leg. Running across the woods she finally reached the caves and turned toward the meeting room. A few other canids were already there, she was just able to recognize her Queen and... the white guy she meet before joining with his sister, Matteo and Camilla. She gave a good glance at them bero looking back at her Leader. Greetings my Queen. She said bowing down respectfully before looking at her two sons and adding. And greetings Princes. She said looking up to then take a spot next to the white coydog, his costume was very... Interesting, but it fit him well.




Akira lives "Akira talks" Akira thinks

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Rain was still so new to the pack. He had heard of a pack meeting and had made something for Naniko and the children he heard she had. He had dressed himself in dark deer fur with a small hat that made him look something like what the human books had called Robin Hood, complete with pouch and bow and arrows. He had made his alpha a staff, carved from a tough and sturdy wood. He had put an beautiful design on it and planned on giving it to her when he came up. He had also made sling shots for her boys, each different in size and shape. He smiled as he walked towards the meeting area.

He was giddy and excited to see his alpha again. He hoped she liked his staff. He also came to ask her about a mating ceremony for him and his mate. Sam had chosen to stay in Anathema with him and he wanted his alpha's blessing before the mating ceremony. He had a lot to prove to her and hoped she accepted Sam into the pack. He loved Sam dearly and hoped to make a honest living for her. He came into the room with a love swelled heart and hi hopes. He walked up to his alpha and bowed low before presenting her with his staff and her sons with their sling shots. "For you my lady. Thy are most beautiful this evening. May I present you this staff as a token of my gratitude and these sling shots for your sons," he said kneeling at her feet. He smiled up at her warmly hoping she enjoyed his tokens of gratitude. His question could wait.
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WC:483+ / ; ; Woulda put cain in the bunny costume, but he wouldn't have suited it ¬.¬


The Angela's howl resounded through the caves, dark ears swirling forward and listening to the summons. As the howl faded away he turned his attention back towards the heap of clothing scattered across his make shift bed; the flickering candle light reflecting upon the scarps of silver here and there, a resigned sigh passed his lips as he reached out and grabbed the bulk of the dark material, using his other hand to tug his scarf of and throw it onto the bed with everything else. Holding the costume before him, he couldn't help but wonder if it was too late to find something different to wear; for before the party there was a meeting and having not seen or heard about what others were wearing he wasn't sure if his chosen costume was all that... appropriate. Not that it was over the top or anything, but turning up to a formal meeting dressed as a grim reaper just seemed somewhat.. wrong. Lifting the main part of his costume over his head, he pulled the black material over his head and felt the soft waves of cotton fall around him, the torn, jagged edges of the costume bumping and bobbing around as he moved. Grabbing the black strips next, he fastened the many belts and ties across himself, making the outfit appear messier and messier by the second; just as he was hoping for. As a finishing touch he attached his hand made scythe to his back; the blade made mainly of painted wood, only the edge was somewhat sharp- having an proper scythe was more of an incontinence for a party, as the one he had initially crafted weighed to much to lug around and he had no real control of the weapon, so a blunted wooden one simply worked out better in the end.


Pulling the hood up to cover his head, only the odd strand of red hair poking through, he headed down to the meetings designated location. Having not been ready in time, he knew he wouldn't be the first there, but as he looked around he was relieved to see he wasn't likely to be the last to arrive. His sole red eye stared at those gathered so far, noting that a certain Jackal hadn't arrived yet; Cain couldn't recall if he had actually mentioned the meeting and party to her, so he wasn't entirely sure if she would actually turn up or even be able to find the meeting place. Next he moved up to quickly greet the Angela and her family, “Naniko, boys” he said, keeping things short and to the point before stepping back to linger in the background, not wanting to draw his nephews attention to him. Although he wasn't sure whether Alaki knew anything about his family, he wanted to stay out of the male's ways as much as possible just in case.

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Leaving a trail of faintly glowing pawprints behind her, the waxing moon sailed through the midnight sky of an Anatheman corridor. Caprica had lacked inspiration for a realistic costume, wanting only to work with a piece of silver she'd found in a hardware store - combined with twists of copper from stripped electrical wires. She'd hammered out a large crescent of the gleaming metal and twisted a torque of intricately laced wire. This gave her the idea of going as the night sky which seemed like a cop-out til she remembered the phosphorus. Now, rolled in the glowing substance so that each tuft of fur gleamed fluoroescent, she thought she approximated starshine and moonlight well enough.

Presenting herself with the others, all remarkably well turned out, she grinned at the deathly deer skull which especially caught her eye. 'Nice,' she muttered to the stranger behind it as she carved a wide enough path through the throng to where the white queen waited. Naniko looked fiercely beautiful, in a crown more than simply beautiful, it had a fitting charisma and force. She bowed her head in an admiring, respectful greeting, and on this lower plane caught sight of her two brothers and they were too adorable to resist. The dignity dropped instantly. 'Aw, look at this! Who are these cute little darli...' she cleared her throat, finishing 'frightening and magnificent pair?' with a playful smile, the (relatively) serious business of the meeting forgotten til she glanced at Naniko once more. 'Wonderful look, mom - your highness, that is!' The mildly playful tones quite a contrast to the grand and extravagant jewellery they both wore.

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hurrhurr, octa is a little swamp monstah / +5


Momma had said that they could start going outside on their own now. Of course the two darker boys shrugged it off, as one was a serious meany head, while the other was just a silly whimpy baby. Octavius, in his mind, was the bravest and most well mannered of the triplets. He minded his mother, most times, respected the elders of the pack, most times, and was trying to become more independent! Such a good little wolf boy. Of course, he still got in trouble a lot, as he liked to wander and cause mischief. Like this day, as he wandered through the woods, trying to ignore the biting chill of the wind. He hadn’t told his mother that he was going out, or anyone else, for that matter. Knowing this, he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be very pleased with him.

There was a party going on though, and he was determined to contribute to it, just like the grownups did. So here he was, wandering in the cold, his little feet freezing as he walked through the soft mud and muck. Since he still couldn’t hunt a deer or goat like his mommy could, he’d have to take from the lessons that Naniko had tried to teach them a little while before. Crouching, the white pup dipped his stomach and legs deeper into the mud, masking a lot of his scent and covering a bit of his color. The bright white was a disruption when he walked through the marsh, as he was so visible. Realizing this after a few squirrels and birds chattered at him, he hopped into a mud puddle and rolled around in it. Thoroughly covered from nose to tail, he got up and lay in wait, listening and sniffing for something he might be able to kill and take back.

After ten minutes, the boy was getting antsy and wanted to move. The shivering had stopped as the wind dried the mud on his body and it hardened, aiding in trapping his body heat. Just as he was lifting his paw, a chipmunk popped out of a hole in the ground and skittered out in front of him to get an acorn in the mud. Going still, he took slow breaths and tensed up…then pounced! The little rodent never saw him coming, and his little jaws crunched down on its head before it could get out of the way. Yipping with excitement, he grabbed the dead chipmunk in his mouth and bounded back through the muddy land. Leaves and small water plants stuck to his fur, along with a few tiny frogs and beetles. Back to the caves!

The entrance was no longer hard to find for the little boy, and he was in and navigating the dark halls in no time. The smell of mud and wet dog trailed after him as he moved. Voices came from up ahead, one of the larger rooms. Slowing down, he began to prance happily. Back straight, tail and ears up, paws lifting high off the ground with each little trotted step…he looked like one proud little bugger. Seeing all the grownups in costumes made him giggle around the rodent, until he saw his mother and brothers. They were all dressed up! Why wasn’t he? Growling softly, he pranced closer and dropped the chipmunk at his mother’s feet, sitting back on his haunches and lifting his head so he could look up at her. Mommy…I killeded a mousie for you and the offur growned ups!

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WC:255+ - OOC: Sira is optime and not in a costume.... hey she doesn't know any better Tongue.



Sira had heard the howl, and it was strange to her. Her and her mothers howls were far from these howls. They were less throaty, and more of a squeal than a voice, and that was the way Sira preferred it. Cain had told her about what was going to be on that evening, but she didn't understand it. Thus she wasn't sure what to do, but feeling that she needed to attend, she fought her will to stay in the room. The young woman move out to where the howl had reverberated from and saw many faces, though they were wearing strange clothes. She was getting use to the idea of clothes because of Cain, but to see all this, was terribly strange for her. She hung back near the doorway quiet, scanning the crowd for the man she'd come to feel as her savior, no matter how mean he was to her, he was still looking out for her. She couldn't see him through the throng of wolves, and with scents intermingling with each other, well it would be impossible to track the man. She looked over at the while wolf she had thought was a teddy bear, and could see she was getting the utmost attention. She didn't know customs, nor did she understand what was going on, though Cain had said something about it. She was just going to hang back and watch, to see all that was going on so she could learn to understand this strange thing around her.

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Jax is a party pooper and didn't dress up. o:

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Jackson was startled out of a pretty good spacing-out session when the Angela’s howl first rang out. He blinked as he brought his thoughts back to focus, wondering what that was all about. Oh right, there was some sort of meeting going on today. Or a party or something. Jackson wasn’t all that clear on the specifics, other than that it was suggested that members don costumes for some sort of celebration of All Hallow’s eve. He hasn’t really thought much of it. Dressing up didn’t really appeal to the Acidic boy. It seemed silly to go out of his way to look for some odd clothing or accessories and tweak them til they fit.


The boy continued to lounge on the pile of furs in his den, considering the whole idea of this meeting. Did he even want to go? Would it be pointless for him to show up without a costume? But if it really was some sort of pack meeting, he supposed that it would better for him to show up. The boy sighed and sat up. Time to go be a responsible adult. He snatched up his staff as he left his den, resting it against his shoulder as he made his way out to the grounds where the meeting was to be held.


He was surprised to see how many people had showed up already. …And the majority of them did come wearing various costumes. Crowns and capes and skulls were all around, and Caprica almost seemed to… glow. How the hell had she managed that? He gave a smile and a nod as he passed by Sira on the outskirts of the group. Jackson made his way through the gathering crowd, coming to a halt beside Camilla. He almost felt a little silly not being in costume. But he wasn’t the only one plainly dressed, and that gave him some comfort. He gave the girl a smile, cerulean gaze taking in her witch’s garb. “Hey,” he said. “You look nice.”

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.: oocblah :: WC :.

As people started to file in, Teo grew more and more self-concious. Nearly every member that showed up to greet Naniko and her sons had given him a double-take, most either looking amused or shocked at his outfit. He couldn't have been more embarrassed.

He'd been shooting a glare Camilla's way when Alaki finally showed up. He arrived in a spectacularly unimaginative (but surprising fitting and attractive) samurai costume, seeming to use his Katana as a base for it all. Teo was torn between grinning like an idiot over how fine his mate looked in his costume... and fuming at the grin he'd shown upon seeing his own cross-dressing outfit.

He lowered his nose and pouted, not at all helping his situation. That faded away, though, when Akira showed up. She'd been a loner the last time they'd really spoken, but he'd seen her around since. He was glad to see her and when she took up a spot next to him, he felt a bit of his embarrasment fade away. She looked good in her skeleton costume. Or maybe she was a demon or something? Whatever she was, it looked really cool.

Unlike him. The cross-dressing angel.

Another glare at Camilla, who was suddenly busy with her own friends. All well. Socializing. "Evening, Akira. Loving the skull and bones. You look good." He smiled a friendly smile, tail waving behind him. Apparently Alaki was busy, so he'd leave his mate alone for now. They could have their own time later.

When Jackson approached, commenting and smiling, Camilla's heart jumped in her chest. She hid it well, though, with a smirk. " Thanks. But where's your costume, Jackson? " She tilted her head, eyeing him almost disapprovingly.

After a moment, she snapped her fingers and went to untie her cape, a long cloak-like thing that she'd stolen from Alaki's things. She swung it around carefully, and if he didn't move away, she'd tie it around his neck and fix it over his shoulders, patting each side to smooth it out a bit. " There. Now you can be a Necromancer. It matches your staff. " She grinned, tail slowly waving behind her. Yes, that would do.

" So there's supposed to be a party after this. Wanna be my date? Say yes and I'll let you keep the cape. Looks good on you. " She played casually, way better at socializing than her older brother. She'd admit to having a crush on Jackson. Then again, what girl wouldn't? He was amazingly cute, especially with those beautiful cerulean eyes of his. Yum.

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ooc: lalala. It's only a matter of time before this timebomb explodes. WC: 633


She was invited to a party, like everyone else was. What she was not excited for was seeing those ugly gray wolves that her mother would have allowed to roam freely in the pack. If it was up to her, then she would have kept them as slaves, though not as personal ones because it was too personal. Personal slaves were for more personal things, they would be communal slaves for everyone to laugh and poke fun at, and even abuse. She did not believe in being kind to these wolves whom were painted in gray. They were inferior to her and her beautiful pelt. Simple as that. She was invited to dress up in her most beautiful clothing. She was lucky that she had gotten a dress, one to fit a princess and the crown that her mother had given to her prior to this meeting. While coming as a princess was not only fitting to the girl, but also unoriginal, she did not have many other possessions outside of the bones and skulls that littered her den floor of her victims, and kills as well as their pelts. The girl was getting her objects together, including her staff that she had made from a tree branch. She needed this for the covered wounds that littered her body from the fight she had gotten in with Gunnar most recently. A week had passed since that day and she was still aching but she had been getting regular visits to the Furcas, Panda to get her wounds taken care of. Besides that, she had also been taken care of by her slave, Daisuke.

She had straightened her dress out, and she mounted her crown on her head and she twirled in her dress in front of Daisuke. ”Hey Snake, how do I look?” she asked the golden male whom simply smiled at her and nodded his head. You look good, my princess. he spoke to her in his island accented voice. She then would get her chain leash that she had for him and she slipped the loop over his head. Esme yawned lightly and then walked out of her den and towards where the party was being held. She had her staff in one hand and the chain in another, Daisuke moving behind her so that there was slack in the chain, and he stayed on all fours. She slowly moved into the chamber and once she was in, she looked around at all of the luperci that were there. There were a few gray ones that she could not hide her disgust as her eyes panned over them. She wore a frown for a majority of the time before her eyes fell upon her brother, conversing with a little tawny bitch. She felt instantly jealous that her brother was giving some girl attention.

She quickly found her way to her brother, and when she was close, she grabbed out at his hand. ”Jackson, you look as dashing as ever.” the woman spoke, for the male always did have a certain charm to him whether he was dressed up or not. She then glanced over at her mother, and waved kindly to her, and smiled at her mother. She did not say anything to her mother though, for her attention went back to trying to get her brother away from that skinny, ugly little tawny colored girl. Esmeralda knew that Jackson could do better than that. The scrawny little girl would do no good for her dashingly handsome brother, and she was determined to get him away from her. ”Jackson, why don't you have anything but this old cape? Did you not have a prince's suit?” she asked the boy, thinking that a prince should most definitely be wearing a prince's outfit..


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OOC ::*Pokes Bomb* Big Grin WC→300+


It seemed that her white friend wasn't too comfortable with his own costume. obviously it was because it gave him a kind of girly figure but it still suited his already angelical looking. She looked around in search of the little one, Camilla. She found her talking with a coydog that didn't dressed for the party but surely the girl was going to change that.

Looking back at Mateo she smiled. Thank you. But please dont be to shy about your costume. It suits you. Her voice tone showed that she was telling the truth. i haven't been able to talk to you since we met on those caves, what have you been up to? Talking with him was much easier than trying to talk with any of the other canids inside the cave.

After he answered she turned her head toward a newcomer, a dog-wolf with an incredibly unimaginative costume a princess, a golden wolf was walking on his four behind her with a slight submissive looking, probably his slave. Akira watched carefully as the princess walked toward Camilla and the other wolf-dog. By the female's actions it was completely obvious that she didn't wanted Camilla to be with them, in fact she completly ignored her. Whose that....? "bitch" she wanted to add as she pointed slightly at the girl with princess costume.

Hmmm... It seems like she doesn't like Camilla, I will be back. The black wolfess said before walking toward the small coydogs side. Hey Camilla, why don't you come with us and let "her" talk with him as she wants? Her tone was soft but turned rough as she spelled the word "her," She didn't minded if the creamy female got angry by the way Akira spoke, mean canids were always out from the list of worthy people. Looking up at the white and black male she added. Do you mind if i take her away? She spoke again, the roughness disappeared, today it was just reserved for the princess, the purple-eyed female wasn't in the mood to tolerate any kind of divas today.





Akira lives "Akira talks" Akira thinks

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lololol...

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He laughed in slight embarrassment as Camilla questioned him about his lack of costume this evening. He shrugged slightly, trying to think of an excuse so as not to be too disappointing. “Ah, well, you know… kinda found out about it last minute and everything. Didn’t have time to get one of my own, ya know?” But the girl sought to correct that, coming up with a solution a moment later with a snap of her fingers. He watched as she untied her cape and stood still as she slipped it over his shoulders and smoothed it out for him. And suddenly, he was a necromancer. The boy clutched at his staff and grinned, laughing a mock-evil laugh. “Fear my necromantic powers,” he joked, and soon the fake laughter gave way to real laughter. Way to be a dork, Jackson.


Nonchalantly, the girl then asked if he would be her date to the party. A smile immediately and involuntarily leapt to his lips. It wasn’t something he had expected, but… apparently he was really glad she’d asked. Jackson did like spending time with the girl, and the thought of going on a date with her made him feel all fluttery. He was grateful for the fur that covered his blushing cheeks at that moment. “Well, how can I say no?” he teased, when he’d finally found his words. “Yeah, I'd like that.”He was starting to grin like an idiot.


Then his sister made a sudden appearance at his side and snatched up his hand, dressed in a princess’s dress with her slave trailing after her. He grinned at her compliments, and offered her one of his own. “As do you, Princess Esmeralda.” She then asked what he was doing in the cape and not dressed as a prince. He shrugged. “I guess I wasn’t feeling very princely. Camilla let me borrow the cape,” he explained, grinning at the tawny girl beside him. “I’m a necromancer." He very nearly repeated his ‘evil’ laughter again, but decided against it. Probably a wise move.


Then they were joined by the woman in the skeletal costume who had been speaking with Camilla’s brother earlier. His brow furrowed in confusion as she asked to take Camilla away. He didn’t want the girl to leave, but he guessed it would be rude to not let the skull-wearing wolf to speak with her if she wanted to. He gave Camilla a brief, confused look before turning back to Akira. “Uh, sure, I guess.” Cerulean gaze turned back to girl in the witch’s costume. “I guess I’ll see you later…?” he said, still uncertain about what was going on. He was oblivious as to the enmity his sibling felt toward the girl. That boy sure could be clueless sometimes.

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.: Sweet lord, this is a long post. ._. I sense teenage drama. xD :: WC :.

Teo grinned shyly at Akira's compliment, not entirely agreeing but thankful none-the-less. Heh. That's what Camilla and Tawny both said, too, actually. Kind of wish it didn't involve a dress, though. He fiddled with the skirt, not entirely happy with it at all.

Akira's voice sounded in his ear again and he turned to check out what she'd noticed. Camilla talking to Jackson - Aww, cute. She's gotten herself a little boyfriend. - but Esmeralda, the boy's sister, coming in to crash the party. Tch. I've seen her around. That's Esmeralda, one of Ravesque's kids. She's trouble. He commented under his breath to her. He didn't like the kid; what little he'd seen of her had consisted of her demanding and commanding that poor man, a slave. Spoiled rotten and uncaring, or so he'd seen.

When Akira went off to save the peace, he sat back and waited, watching attentively and sighing to himself. Oh, Cami. I hope you get your happily ever after. Jackson's a good kid. Don't let his sister ruin it for you...

Meanwhile, back with the teens...

As dorky as he was, Camilla grinned and laughed along beside Jackson, a precious sound compared to her wild personality.

Then he agreed to the date and her heart fluttered, tail waving faster behind her. " Awesome. Tonight just got a lot better, I think. " But not a moment after she'd said it, Esme showed up, instantly ruining her good mood with a snide remark about the cape she'd lent Jackson.

" I'll have you know it's Italian leather, finest there is. " She commented idly, though Jackson's smile kept her in high spirits.

When Akira came over to save the day, Camilla felt a pang of remorse; apparently their date would have to wait until Naniko had made her announcements. She nodded and sighed. " Alright, Akira. " She turned back to Jackson and smiled, ignoring the jealous sister beside him. " I'll see you at the party, Jackson. Remember; it's a date. "

She flashed Jackson one last grin before following Akira back to her brother and neice.

Hope we didn't interrupt anything, kiddo. Teo greeted as Camilla came back over to him. She sighed animatedly and grinned, leaning against her brother with a wagging tail.

" I've got a date tonight! Jackson totally said yes. " She mewled happily, not at all worried about the threat of a jealous sister. Teo laughed softly and rested a hand on the younger coydog's head, smoothing her hair.

Good for you. I hope you have fun tonight. He smiled. Don't get into any trouble, okay?

" Yeah, yeah. I know. Third date and all that. " Camilla muttered, her happy moment ruined by her brother's protective, careful tone. She stood back up and darted over to Miwa, scooping up the tiny pup and snuggling her happily. " Wish me luck, Miwa! "

Teo watched and smirked, then turned back to Akira. Right then, what about you? Any plans for the party tonight? He'd probably end up suckering Alaki into a couple cute moments but otherwise, Teo was planning on socializing as much as he could. That's what parties were for, afterall.

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I left this open for a while so everyone who wanted to join could join, but let's get this show on the road now Big Grin


Camilla and Matteo were the firsts to arrive, greeting the mother and her sons with courtesy. She nodded to them both, bidding them good evening. Matteo's costume seemed rather comical to Judas, who laughed outright at it as the male bowed for them. Naniko reached down for the boy, giving him a small knock on the head. "Quit that." She commanded. Mido came next, greeting the three as well. Severus raised his chin at the "your majesty" comment and Judas scowled, trying to make himself look even more gruesome. Naniko didn't mind that the male hadn't worn a costume, as such a thing wasn't required, and was glad to see him there anyway. "Good evening, Mido. We're all doing well - I had a few announcements to make, and then we can all celebrate the evening."


Alaki and Io came next, along with a few others. She nodded greetings to them as they arrived and settled. She was surprised by the gift that Rain had brought her but appreciated it greatly - things made with one's own two hands were very valuable and rare, and the staff looked very unique. "I really appreciate it, Rain. And I'm sure that once they learn to shift, the boys will get into all sorts of trouble with those" She said, grinning and accepting the gifts. The pups already got into enough trouble as it was, but that's what youngsters did.


She smiled widely when her dark daughter arrived. She was glad to see that the D'Angelo girl had chosen to come to the meeting, and her tail swept from side to side, displaying that feeling. "You look beautiful, dear" She said. Severus and Judas looked to one another as Caprica neared, plotting a bit before reacting to what she said. "Momma we go wiff her? We go sit wiff her?" Severus begged. "Sister so pretty! Shiny!" The other boy managed, trying to convince their mother. Naniko shrugged, then looked to Caprica. "If it's alright with your sister, then run along."


Octavius arrived just then, smelling of the swamp and blood. She was surprised to see the chipmunk that he dropped at her feet, and held it up for the rest of the pack to see. "A natural!" She said proudly, shaking the dead little beast. "Such a good job, Octavius. Thank you." The others were beginning to talk amongst themselves, and she cleared her throat to begin the meeting after a few more minutes had passed. "I wanted to go over a few things with everyone before we celebrate the changing of the seasons. The first order of business is a promotion. Since Theodore left, I have been hoping for some change - that someone in the pack might prove themselves in their rank tier, a canine that I might begin to trust."


"That canine is Alaki." Naniko gestured for the gray male to come up and stand beside her. "Alaki recently reached the highest rank in his tier and has come to me over the last several months with many ideas of ways to improve the pack. I appreciate this and all the hard work he has put into protecting Anathema from danger. Recently, there have been a few attacks at or around our borders. Please be on the lookout for any suspicious characters in and outside of the lands. If you are unsure, call for help. We're working on a new alert system...Alaki, would you please tell the pack about it?" She asked, motioning for the male to speak.

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blah

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The white puppy nearly burst with excitement when his mother crowed happily and lifted the little chipmunk, as well as praising his skill. Giggling softly, the boy licked her leg and then pranced away, leaving the dead rodent with his mother. It was time to socialize! All of the people there in the big room…in weird clothes, looked very interesting. The pup’s head dropped to the side, ears forward as his curiosity took a hold of his legs and propelled him towards his brothers. The fact that they were dressed up and not himself was frustrating and made him a little bit sad.

Big sister Caprica was there with the darker boys, standing across the room from Mother and talking to someone else that Octa wasn’t too acquainted with yet. He parted his muddy jaws in a silly little grin at the black furred girl as he got closer, then came to a pouty stop in front of his brothers. Why I no get…um…g-get that! He stuck his nose up and glared at the crown on Severus’ head, looking all pretty and making him seem magnificent. Ears falling back against his skull, he looked up at Caprica and whimpered.

C-Ca..p-pri…why I not get, too?! His pouty little baby face was in full effect now, eyes wide and sad, ears drooping and head tilted at a low angle, soft whimpers breaking from his throat. The effect was broken when his mother cleared her throat to gain everyone’s attention, causing all of the canines in the room to turn slightly so they could see their Angela. The announcement was totally lost on the pups, as they didn’t really know what the ranking system was yet. That did not stop Octavius from turning to look at the dark man he knew to be Alaki, as often interacted with the pups’ mother. Something important was going on, and the little pup made a note to go to the dark man and inquire about it later.


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Trailing the boys gladly behind her, Caprica moved to a clear spot just off to the right of her mother and flopped to the ground, her back to a wall with her legs out in front of her, knees a little bent. Down here she was in the children's world - knee high to most of the rest, looking up at the variety of dress and general appearance. She flicked her hair playfully, enjoying the amusing sight of everyone being so high up and aware that here in the dim light not much was visible except her shining daubed fur and the glint of her eyes. It especially amused her to see Jackson surrounded by an enthusiastic seeming crowd, but when Akira came over and removed one girl, her smile faltered a little, tinged by mildly perturbed curiosity. It was none of her business, but she still wondered what was going on there. Looked like Jackson had earned himself a little bit of attention, though she didn't know who any of the girls were. She reached for her brothers to ruffle them affectionately on their heads, chuckling. They'd be as big as Ravesque's son in no time. "Hey scamps - you want to show me how well you can act like your costumes, huh?" she suggested, before noticing Octavius, who wasn't in costume. He was approaching, and from the way he was looking she expected trouble. Hopefully she could avert this small bout of sibling jealousy. "Hi, you," she said firmly, "Don't complain if you weren't here to get dressed up, pal - it'll be your turn some other time, you can't always have everything the same as everybody else! Besides, you've got yourself a guise of your own, I can see... some kind of swamp monster, right?" she finished playfully, wrinkling her nose at him with a twinkle in her eyes.


These shenanigans were interrupted by the beginning of the important part of the meeting, and Caprica flicked stern looks around the little ensemble, although she was sure the pups would know to keep quiet.

The speech concerned Alaki, the wolf dressed like a warrior, whose scent Caprica knew although she had not been graced with much of his presence. It seemed he was to be promoted into a command position, and Caprica nodded to herself, pleased. It was good for her mother to share a little of the responsibility - sometimes she could seem untouched by the long hours and various duties, but they must be taking their toll, or would sooner or later. Hours that would be set to increase if there was a true growing threat from the outside world. Caprica made a mental note to spend more time hunting towards the perimeters of the land. It would be helpful to gain awareness of what was going on out there. It was far too easy to spend her hours deep within the safety net of Anathema, relaxing and playing around with the kids, letting the light-hearted fun distract her from life's bleaker realities. Her ears were pricked attentively as she turned her head to catch the words of the new Rakeeb, fascinated to know what kind of a wolf he was.

Image courtesy of Ant Jackson@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!

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