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1. Character Name: Emma Viola Agapito
2. Character Birthdate (including year): August 1, 2009
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci, from birth.
4. Species: 50% canis lupus italicus, 25% canis lupus arctos, 25% canis latrans.
5. Gender: Female.
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). PM.
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It had been a long couple of days. Emma lost count when Zaramama found them picking at what was left of a deer carcass. It smelled of her father and brother and she could only assume it was on of their kills. The girl, at two months, was already gaining a quick knowledge of tracking and able to pick out smells among many others. Her father’s was distinct in the way they had been going and with Zaramama with them, Godelieve and Emma made quicker ground behind her father’s scent. The elderly coyote informed the two sisters she would not be going much farther now that she reached a pack border, the first she came to, and waited with them.

There at the border of AniWaya, Zaramama sat back with dried deer meat that she was chewing up to soften for the puppies. Emma had a long piece while her sister had a thicker one but the young girl was quite content with the piece she had, chewing away with her small teeth. Before the elderly coyote found the pair of girls, they had been quite thin and malnourished in the few days alone but since then they had filled out some in order to return to their healthy selves. It would still take a few days to return to normal as long as they had a routine of food and nourishment and everything they needed to grow and, in Emma’s mind, she needed her parents.

She did not speak much in the trip, unhappy with how things had played out and she missed her mother dearly. She just wanted to be with her family again, even if the pieces were no longer together.
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Why hello there!


     

There was a chill in the air that was starting to get more and more pronounced. It nipped on the ends of Hemming's fingers as he walked, and every once and a while he pulled them up to blow warm air on them. It was rather strange, how the seasons were changing, the bright green plains of AniWaya that he had become so familiar with changing to a deep gold. Though he was sad to see the green go, the tribe had wished it goodbye in the last ceremony. The lands would surely be just as beautiful covered in a layer of snow, and Hemming was almost excited to see it. Winter would be an uncertain time, but the village had buildings that had been built and stocks of food, and Hemming trusted completely in Dawali's - and Ember's - ability to make provisions.


     

Never before had the wolf come across others at the borders. He didn't often stay close to the borders, usually only crossed them on his way to somewhere else. Today, though, as he started to wander away from his home in search of grand adventure and little mysteries, the wolf spotted a few forms dotted by the fence that surrounded Serena Reserve. He squinted a little, decided he didn't know who they were, and approached carefully.


     

Hemming usually had a wide smile on his face, but at the moment he was rather bemused. Perhaps it wasn't something to be completely bemused about, but new wolves didn't often show up around here. Coyotes were even rarer, and puppies -- when was the last time that Hemming had seen a puppy? They seemed as if they had spent a few nights hungry, and the male felt almost guilty, as if it had been his own fault.


     
He looked at the coyote questioningly, his eyebrows raised slightly. He hoped that she would spill their story right off the bat, so he didn't have to ask. With a faint smile, he said, "Hello." The Gatlvska had almost no clue what to do in this situation, so he merely said, "Welcome to AniWaya." After their greeting was over he would call Ember or Dawali. Such a strange situation was probably commonplace for them.

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There was often a lack of conversation between the coyote and the two puppies. Perhaps because they were too young to have an intelligent conversation with and all she could do was console them or give them short sentences or tell a story or two. Zaramama had her own share of puppies through the years but this was her time and, as she aged, she was set on traveling. It was why she stopped here instead of following the scent Emma could track so well straight to their father. She would drop them off on someone else and go about her way, hoping they would be in good hands wherever she left them. She had a good sense, at least, to know who would be good and who would not.

A younger wolf (at least younger than she) approached. Zaramama stood on two old legs and gripped her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. "Ah found them girls a week ago," the woman said in an aged voice, evident she was full of wisdom and other such intelligence she gained over the years. "They be lost and lookin' fer their
papa," she said, emphasizing the way the girls said the name instead of daddy, dad, father, and had attempted to mimic their accent. It was an obvious failure. "I tell them I help find their way but it has been a week now and I must go about my own self. I leave them here. With you," she said with a nod, gripped her backpack and looked back at the children.

She would not leave just yet, just to make sure the pack was willing to take the girls, but she doubted she would be leaving here with them anyway. Perhaps there were other packs around.
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The woman that accompanied the two pups did not seem to be their mother, or related to them at all. She was ready to go, bag on her back, as Hemming approached. He listened to her crackly voice, his eyes wandering to the puppies on the ground before him. This situation seemed odd and he felt almost overwhelmed by its absurdity. Such a thing was made for books, not real life, and he was still unable to conjure any meaningful actions or words. He simply nodded as the old female explained, finally bringing his gaze back to her as she finished her last sentence. Placing the pieces together in his mind and coming to an understanding of the gravity of what was going on, Hemming met the coyote's eyes. "They will be safe here," he replied softly.


     

Hemming recognized that it would be a burden to take care of two small pups when one was alone and wandering, and as he looked back towards the girls he said gently, "Thank you for bringing them here." He wondered where they were from, and where their father could possibly be. A week's walk with a puppy probably didn't correspond to a walk without, and it probably hadn't taken long for their father to venture far away without them. Did he not want them? And where was their mother? "Where did you find them?" he asked, concerned eyes moving back to the female.

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Throughout the whole ordeal, Emma didn't know what to think. She had not expected to be dropped off at a pack like this despite the signs. She was too young to put the pieces together to figure it out and her blue eyes widened with surprise. She temporarily forgot about her piece of jerky and scooted closer to her sister in fear of being left alone in a pack. How were they supposed to find their father now? Her eyes closed and she buried her face into the fur of her sister and remained quiet, simply listening to the words that made no sense to her anymore.

Zaramama did not turn to look at the children. When the wolf said he would take them, she smiled and nodded and felt they would be safe. "From South a'here," she said and shrugged a little, unable to give more details. "They be walking this way and following a'scent. Guess it was his," she said and sniffed the air to see if it were around and it was, but vague, and she glanced back at the one who had been able to follow it after all. She frowned when the puppies were huddled together. Assuming there were no more questions, the coyote knelt down and put a thin hand on the children, softly stroking them for comfort. "It will be good, childs. They will take care of ya better'n'me and they will find ya papa," she cooed, smiling, and Emma simply looked up to meet her face.

He expression did not change but her tail thumped. The elderly woman smiled and licked both of them on the head. After she pulled back, her bag swung around and she pulled out the dried deer meat wrapped in a large leaf, carefully handing it over to Hemming. "They like this," she pulled back after handing it over and smiled with half a heart at the children again. They would be safe here. "They will help," she said with an assuring nod and looked toward. "My name is Zaramama, by the way; they are Emma," she said and pointed out the appropriate puppy, "and Godeh-lieve. Eve," she added with difficulty of the proper name and pointed the second child out. "Do ya need anythin' else before Ah go?"
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Hemming was still rather shocked by the whole ordeal, but he tried hard to listen to what the female was saying, committing the names of the pups, and of the woman, to memory. With a faint smile, he nodded and took the deer meat. His eyes were filled with gratitude as he unwillingly considered all the things that could have happened to the pups if Zaramama had not found them. Survival was tough even for an adult wolf, and the pups surely would not have lasted too long.

     

Smiling faintly at the woman once more, Hemming replied, "Thank you again, Zaramama. They are very fortunate that you found them." Glancing at them, he continued, "I'm Hemming. Do you need to go right away? I'm sure we could get you something to eat before you go."


     

He knew that he was unable to deal with these pups himself, and didn't even know the protocol for accepting new members besides from what had happened when he had been accepted. This was hardly a similar situation, and though he was sure the tribe leaders would understand the (possibly temporary) sheltering of lone puppies he did not have the authority to formally accept them. He called for Ember, his voice strangely subdued considering the male's usual demeanour. Not only was she higher in command than he was, she would likely be less clueless when presented with such unlikely guests.


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She had been hoping to catch up with Hemming for a couple of days, now. Ember wanted to make sure that he didn't eat all of their candy by himself, as she had left some of her share at his den. After what had happened with him in the city, with him trying to eat all that chocolate, she couldn't be sure. Every day that went by without her having visited him was another day of worry.

The call at the border was a voice that she recognized, the voice of the wolf who she had just been thinking of...her good friend Hemming. Why would he be howling for her at the border? Was there an intruder? The cloaked, shifted wolf wasn't too far away from the area from which she had heard the howl and she gave the horse beneath her a light pat to get his attention. He lifted his head from his grazing, turning toward the sound as well and beginning to walk.

The gems encrusted in the dark, black sheath that held her sword glinted brightly as the sun's rays hit them. Her horse Bayard quickened his gait at her mumbled request, dark brown body shifting beneath her, large muscles propelling the blocky beast forward toward the party that was gathered. "Hey there, Hemming. Who've you got here?" She called as she approached, dismounting from Bayard and standing alongside him.

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Ember came quickly, and her presence was a relief. Smiling rather sadly, the gray wolf motioned towards the two pups that were huddled on the ground. "Lost puppies," he started, "This is Zaramama, she's been taking care of them, but she needs to go on without them now. We can take care of them, right?" He knew the answer, because Ember couldn't possibly have a cold enough heart to reject two lost puppies, but it begged to be asked anyway.


     

The situation was still surreal to him, and as he wandered through emotions that he had never felt he simply stared back at Ember, eyes slightly wider than normal. "And could Zaramama stay to have something to eat? I've already offered." He felt almost sheepish there, and perhaps it showed in the way his ears folded slightly, but he would make a kill to make up for it. For what Zaramama had done it was the least that Hemming could do.

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hehe, she thinks that he's gonna take care of them XD


An explanation for their appearance came soon enough and she nodded, taking the information in. She'd never come across a lost puppy before, much less two of them...but if they were looking for a place to stay until they found their way then she would offer it to them. As uncomfortable as puppies made her sometimes she was not a wolf to turn anyone away. They looked hungry, too. They had plenty of food saved up in an ice-box in the old town in the middle of the territory...she could dig into that, perhaps.

"Having two lost pups would be a strain...we have the support of the tribe to help us. It takes an entire tribe to raise a child." She quoted something that she had read, nodding. They would take them. Being pups, she didn't really expect that they would have any skills or much to offer the tribe, so she skipped past that part. "Welcome to Aniwaya, kids." Hemming had offered Zaramama a meal and Ember approved of this as well. She gave the older creature a smile, nodding to her. "You can stay as long as you need to--if you would like to have a day or two of rest, you're more than welcome. Hemming, if you want some meat for them I've got some in the old village."

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Zaramama agreed to a free meal. She would take it and pack it up and then be on her way. In the mean time, she waited for whoever Hemming was going to call and she watched the puppies huddle together. She bent down to scoot the forgotten piece of jerky toward Emma and the child took it hesitantly. Soon, the woman called arrived and Zaramama stepped back in surprise. She'd seen horses before but it was still odd to here, especially up close, and she heard the children whimpering in fear at the beast. She knelt down again and put her hand on the children to calm them while the other two spoke. The elderly woman felt her heart strings tug in sadness that she was leaving them behind but she knew she could not carry on with them. Perhaps one day she would return to visit them, assuming they remained here. Maybe they would run into one another some other time but now, she needed her meal to go.

"If it is a'right, Ah should jus' take the meal an' go. Ah gots lots'a'catchin' up to do now," she commented and stood with the children in her arms. She stepped toward the pair of wolves to give the children over to the pack. She looked between the two and hoped they would help find their parents.
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Hemming clutched the puppies as Zaramama handed them over, adjusting them so each one could lean over his shoulder. He cast a glance to Ember for reassurance, feeling their little bodies close to his, their warmth blending into his own. It was a strangely pleasant feeling, having two little hearts beating close but so much faster, but the male still felt rather overwhelmed with the situation. He smiled at the kind old woman and nodded. The wolf understood her situation, despite not knowing where she was going or even if she had to be on time for something. Winter was coming soon, anyway, and that would make it harder to travel.


     

Turning, he gestured for Zaramama to come so that she could get something to eat, and followed Ember into the village. The meat that they had accumulated over the summer months was kept carefully in stores for the cold winter, but there was enough to spare. Hemming would certainly go out and catch something, and would have even if he didn't offer away some food. He felt that Zaramama deserved it, and would have caught her some himself if that was necessary.


     

As they reached the food stores, Hemming set the two girls on the ground carefully and motioned for Zaramama to sit down as well. He picked out some meat and handed it to her, smiling genially, before grabbing a bit for the pups. The deer jerky that the coyote had given him could be saved more easily, he figured, and perhaps it was something of a treat. He sat down cross-legged near the pups and watched them rather fondly, looking up to Ember for a moment to see what she planned to do next. He still wasn't quite sure what he should do with the puppies.


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um..if i get some of the story wrong just tell me..u__o

Name: Godelieve Agapito

Birthdate: August 1, 2009

Luperci: yes

Species: 50% canis lupus italicus, 25% canis lupus arctos, 25% canis latrans

Gender: female

A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). AIM--greysgirl102


Small, cinnamon pup followed closely behind the coyote that had found them. She had not immediately trusted the animal, not knowing her at all and being unsure of the woman's intentions, but as they had gone along it seemed as if the coyote's intentions were as true as she said that they were. She was going to take them somewhere safer than where they were before, which was out in the wild. Godelieve was quiet during their trip to Aniwaya, rarely lifting her head or looking up from the path that they were walking on.

They came to the border and a big wolf came up, talking to the coyote. Then, before she had even really processed what was already happening, another wolf arrived. This one stood on two feet like their mother and father had sometimes, but she rode a large animal that Eve didn't recognize. It wasn't a deer...what was it? She stared at it, interested, as more words were spoken. So...they were allowed to stay here? She was really hungry, but she also wanted to go out and look for their father as soon as she could.

Eve squeaked as she was lifted up into the air, looking to her sister for reassurance. What was going on? Her voice was raspy from the near-drowning, but she managed a few words. "W-w-whuuuurr you takin us? I hungee" she rasped.

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It seemed as if things were in order. They were going to set off for the village to get the pups and the coyote something to eat, and then the coyote would be heading off on her journey. Whatever she had to do was probably imporant if she couldn't even stay overnight to rest. Ember simply nodded, though. She didn't know this coyote or about her life and if she did not want to stay then she would be offered extra meat to take with her on the road.

The pups recieved their meat and so did the old coyote. Hemming looked up to her when things looked as if they were beginning to wind down, and she shrugged at him. It didn't look like the pups really liked her and her giant horse...but she would ask them. "Who do you kids want to stay with? Me and the horse or him?" That would decide it. She would take them if they wanted to stay with her, but other than that it would be Hemming's job.
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Emma squirmed in the grasp of the stranger, her blue eyes closing tightly as she was held over the ground. She was worried everything would go wrong from here, not wanting to be stuck in one place without the hope of finding her father. Godelieve's voice grated her nerves and she peeked over at her, narrowing her eyes, and offering a stern "shhhh." Emma was not interested in making friends but instead getting what she needed for strength. She needed to send out mental signals for her mother and father, like she had when she was younger, so they would pick them up and find exactly where they were. However, at the mention of being hungry, Emma glanced around eagerly for food as her mouth watered. She waited patiently and snuffled into the fur of Hemming.

She was surprised when set on the ground and she squirmed, moving toward her sister while exchanges happened between them and their temporary guardian. Zaramama thanked them and tucked the meat away in her bag before she said her final goodbyes. A pat and kiss for both girls were given and she began to make her way out of the territory and back on her travels.

Ember approached and Emma's blue eyes caught her as she spoke, her ears fell back and she looked between the two adults. Frankly, Emma did not want either one but instead wanted the comfort of her old den and her own parents. "Papa," she whispered and turned her attention elsewhere without the pressure of being forced to chose between two adults which neither she wanted. Looking at her sister, she left the decision up to her if a decision was what needed to be made.
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