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◦Character Name: Orin Takekuro
◦Character Birthdate: March 24, 2009

◦Wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus

◦Species: Tundra Wolf

◦Gender: Female

◦A secondary form of contact
AIM: OrinTakekuro
MSN: TessaTeardrop@hotmail.com
◦How you found 'Souls: Referred by Shannon!


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Sorry, not all of my posts will be this lengthy, I just have a tenancy to go overboard on any character's first post! Also, since I am new, if at any point I mis-state something, just let me know so I can adjust my post. Bit of a learning curve!

WC: 681


It was just like in the books, just like every literary masterpiece had ever painted in her head. Mountains of blue... thick burbling foam hissing in the wake of each and every wave... the heavy scent of salted seawater... the oceanspray misting your face... Yes, sailing had been everything Orin had read about, only tenfold! It was infinitely more glorious, traveling by ship, being carried amidst the great monster that was the sea. It was thrilling to know that you could be gobbled up in an instant, that you were wholly at the mercy of the elements! And knowing that having gotten this far meant she and her companions had been permitted, blessed even, to have a safe and successful journey was a wondrous thought. To have the blessing of something as grandiose as the ocean... it was a feeling Orin feared she would never have the wit to form into words without losing the magnitude and grandeur of the sensation.


Yet never one to be dissuaded, the girl still tried to express her thoughts, even at this most inopportune moment. She struggled to keep her hand steady as the gesticulation of the small boat rocked her to and fro. She had already chronicled the rest of their journey, from the moment they left port she painted the words that could describe her first sight of open sea, to the terror of the first storm, to the serenity the day after. Now, with the beach in sight and having departed from the ship and crew that they had sailed with, Orin needed to punctuate her record with her last thoughts before stepping out of the dinghy and onto dry... she lifted her head to peer at the unforgiving clouds above... okay, not dry, but solid land - and the birth of their new adventure.


Her fingers raced against time and the elements. She sat hunched over trying to conceal her diary beneath the inadequate sheepskin cloak that was just as wet as the rest of her, in hopes to keep it safe. The open pages had already soaked up a litre of seawater, and the ink was beginning to bleed. It didn't matter though, so long as it remained legible enough for her to transcribe later. What was important to her was capturing her thoughts in the peak of the moment. Soon enough, though, the letters at the edge of the paper began to feather beyond recognition, and she resignedly closed her journal and fastened it with the leather thong.


Frustrated, she considered throwing the pen into the ocean to be washed away into oblivion, but suppressed the urge and tucked it into the small sack that carried the few items she considered important. With a sigh, her honeyed eyes turned to the form of her brother, the poor wolf who had followed Orin into this - her most brash of adventures - in hopes of keeping his foolhardy sister safe. "I'm so sick of the ocean. I'm sick of fish. I'm sick of being sick." Yes, despite the spectacular impression the sea had made upon the young girl, and how fantastic it had all been, nothing could have prepared her for the endless days of swaying, the infinite amount of fish they had to consume, or the toll that it would all take on her bravado. She looked at her hands, and wondered if she was turning green beneath her fur.


The beach was close, it wouldn't be long before they were there. She swallowed against the nausea, and soon the excitement made her forget it altogether. Eager, she scooted herself up to the front of the little rowboat and leaned over nearly a little too far. The chilly, angry waves of the midafternoon already tossed their little craft side to side, and she succeeded in throwing the boat around just a touch more. "Do you think that's it, Niro? Did they drop us off at the right place?" She turned to peer past her brother; the ship that had dropped them off had already been swallowed by the horizon.



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◦Character Name: Niro Takekuro

◦Character Birthdate: March 24, 2009

◦Wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Ortus

◦Species: Tundra Wolf

◦Gender: Male

◦A secondary form of contact

AIM: Shawchert

MSN: Shawchert@hotmail.com

How you found 'Souls: Referred by Shannon!

WC:304

He sat near the edge of the boat throughout the whole trip, this was one of the craziest ideas his sister had ever had. Wolves were supposed to keep their feet on LAND, not Water. The whole time they’d been out to sea he’d been seasick, well he lost count after fifty. His fur was paler than normal, and as he watched as his sister write at nearly any possible moment he knew the sound of the quill on the book was soothing to his ears, he was much less seasick than he normally was when she was writing, and she was doing that all the time since they started off on the journey, he was surprised he hadn’t filled the book yet. He was thankful more than ever that the boat had stopped to let them off in the dinhgy; and thanked the crew for enduring his whole escapade, then started rowing frantically towards the shore. He listened to his sister as she spoke, and grumbled to himself for a second


It better be, because I’m not getting on another one of those stinking boats ever again.

He put all of his weight in rowing. The sooner he got to the beach the better, and the sooner he got a warm bath to get rid of the fleas he'd gathered from the ship crew, the even more better. It felt like he had mold under his fur, anywhere he could think of it felt soggy and gross, salt from the sea, and the salt water mixed in his fur making him feel dingy He looked to the sky, and groaned, more wetness to come, he was never going to get rid of the endless soak he’d been put up against. At least this will be freshwater was the thought he gave to himself

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WC: 413 // So happy to have you both!! <3 <3 <3 Welcome! I'm Miyu, you can PM me if you have any questions about the pack or Souls in general. Big Grin And no need to apologize for length, write as much or as little as you're comfortable with!


Jacquez Trouillefou was perched fearlessly on the jutting rock, dark gaze peering with rapt interest in the smudge of white on the horizon. It was a sail. A ship had swung by their frigid northern coastline, only to veer away again, fading into oblivion. Jac himself had commandeered a mighty frigate, and he had been quite the swashbuckling rogue of a captain before he smashed it upon the rocks. His old crew had scattered or drowned, but with his limitless charisma and animal magnetism, he had gathered a new posse, and staked out a territory here on the beach. The king could not seem to tear his eyes away from the retreating vessel, the wanderer in him feeling bitter that he could not sail away from where the storm had marooned him. Of course it was a passing fancy; his life was much easier here, and women and liquor were everywhere. He was the ruler of a kingdom, the Court of Miracles. It had its dysfunctional moments, but overall his accomplishments here pleased him.


The tall Optime rose fluidly to his feet, lean muscle adding grace to his sauntering figure. Amidst the rolling waves, he had spotted movement, a flicker of white and a shadow of grey beside it. Unless his keen sight was mistaken, that magnificent ship had jettisoned a pair of newcomers for him to play with. It wasn't uncommon for ships to dock on this coast - the boat that had almost taken Firefly to Eire had anchored in almost that very spot - but it rarely happened during the stormy season of winter. The dog curled his lips into a smile, feeling energized at the prospect. Did these strangers know how fortunate they were, to land directly in the lap of luxury?


The one-armed man slid off the rock spur, sliding bumpily on his haunches amidst a shower of shale. He landed with a thump on the densely packed sand, feeling pleased that for once, it wasn't snow between his toes. The roiling tide kept the coastline frost-free, although just as cold to the southern dog. Jacquez barked a greeting, his fringed ears flicking forward as he jogged to meet the couple. He could see a glimmer of pink from a distance, and what he thought perhaps were feathers, adorning the bedraggled canines. The sky above let out a warning growl, and the eccentric king growled right back at it, warning it not to rain on his glorious entrance.

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WC: 736


She frowned at her brother's pessimism, almost looking hurt when he insulted their voyage. "Yes you would," she argued. "You'd get right back on that ship the second I asked you to." It was probably true, too. Orin knew her brother would follow her anywhere, though she had not the slightest clue to what extent, or that the fact of the matter was that she was the one infatuated with adventure, and that Niro might not wander into these situations if not for herself. She was convinced, though, that he loved it as much as she did. After all, he did all the dirty work, the heavy lifting... (little did Orin know they had yet to be in a real skirmish) only a true adventurer would be so dedicated! Or… maybe not... maybe he just followed her because she was all he had. And maybe she just insisted he join her, and tricked herself into thinking it was his idea half of the time, because he was all she had. "Besides, aside from all the fish and the rocking, it was wonderful!" What was she saying? The noonday glow and the prospect of being so close to their destination seemed to wipe Orin's memory clean of the fact that she spent half of the voyage so sick and terrified that it had brought her to tears. Those things were all just events in her journal, now.


She twisted back around to peer out at the beach that was so much closer now than ever before. "Oh my god, Niro! Someone's there!" She pointed and then flailed her arm, waving enthusiastically at the man on the shore. "Do you think it could be one of them? Maybe even him?" She thought she heard something but could not tell if the man had called out words or was just vocalizing a greeting, and in her excitement a short, musical howl escaped her throat. Her quick call was mostly lost on the waves, and what wasn't was interrupted by the rumble from the sky above.


She remained poised on the edge of the boat as Niro tirelessly rowed them closer to the beach until she felt the keel bump softly against the shallow ocean floor. At that, she leaped from the dinghy. The unyielding sea had already filled half of their modest little boat with seawater, and she was already soaked from snout to tail despite the cloak she donned that had been intended to keep her dry, so the thought of stepping into the water didn't deter her in the least. Although she wanted to run right up to the stranger, she could not leave her brother to tend to the rowboat alone, so impatient hands snagged the wood of the boat and began to haul it ashore, all the while beaming a grin reminiscent of an over-enthused pup at the stranger.


"Ahoy there, friend!" 'Ahoy' was a word she had learned from the sailors. The moment the boat was too far ashore for the waves to carry away, she let go, snatched her sack from the wet boards, and slung it over her shoulder.


It was certainly obvious that this young woman was clueless about strangers, and seemed to have little inkling that they were often dangerous. In her world - in most of the stories she had read - strangers turned out to be great friends; in some cases, even the most romantic lovers. This was a truth that, surely, her brother loathed, for often Orin would wander right in to less than ideal situations. Still, time after time, Orin regarded every stranger with blind faith, in hopes that they would become the greatest of friends like the heroes in her novels.


She flashed a dazzling smile, one so wide it would make the face of any normal Luperci ache, although it was somewhat close-mouthed. Although she had little wisdom, the girl did have some sense. It wasn't, however, enough to keep her from staring straight into the stranger's face and wondering if he could possibly be one of the men she had read about in the journal. Her heart thrummed so furiously with the thrill that she almost wondered if it was audible even over the fierce waves that crashed in the maddened sea behind them. "Hi, I'm Orin Takekuro, and this is my brother, Niro! Where are we?" Tactless, yes…but maybe endearing to some.



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ooc: I'm sorry, I had to join! I haven't RPed with you two in forever! Miyu forgive me! Big Grin

Firefly had been sitting atop the cliff where the newest member of the pack had been found, and where Svara had met her end. She'd come there often enough to think and today was just like the rest. There was a lot that she had on her mind and though the wound across her body were healing she still could feel the dull ache where fangs and claws had found and parted her flesh so easily. The silvery woman grumbled and pulled herself from the cliff, finally looking up and out to sea to view something that she hadn't expected.

The sail of a boat glared brightly upon the blue green water, her eyes narrowing as she watched the vessel slowly pull up to meet the coast. She noticed the bright flash of Jacquez's pelt far below as she watched. She thought perhaps she should just turn back and head towards her cabin, thinking that Jac would want little to do with her right now, but something made her turn instead and follow the edge of the cliff down the small trails to the sandy shores. It took her a little longer than normal to make the trek, her muscles sore from inactivity and the remnants of the beating she'd taken, but in time she did make it upon the shore.

Her paws were light on the sands as she moved across the way, her coppery red hair catching and whipping around her face from the winds as the growl of thunder overhead threatened them all. She wrapped her arms around her frame, the sweater dress(much like the one she'd helped Ruri find) was not much help against the wind, the hood already having been ripped free from her ears. She sighed and just pressed on, wishing she could have been smart enough to go back home.

Elroy pranced about her feet, happy that she had finally left the confines of the cabin, even if it had been to sit on a cliff for far too long. He stopped though when he spotted Jacquez and began to walk at a stiffer pace, wanting the leader of Firefly's pack to know that he wasn't fooled by his jester smile, he knew how evil the beast was, at least in his feline mind. He eyed the two new wolves and shook his fur, staggering slightly from the wind as he flicked his tail up and down before prancing ahead of Firefly and sitting himself at the feet of the king. He was a cat, he held far more royalty that the noble behind him as he eyed the new faces calmly.

Firefly finally spoke up as she cleared the distance between them, staying slightly behind Jacquez as she spoke. "Hello, I'm Firefly." she said to the first one's greeting, glancing at Jacquez as she added. "You've landed on the coast of Cour des Miracle's pack's lands. There's quite a few packs and the likes about here, but none like ours." She grinned, knowing that the words were true enough, she'd taken her eyes off Jacquez, not wanting to see any disapproving look he might throw at her for being there, instead she kept her eyes on the two before her and tried not to think of what had happened in the past few weeks that stood between the king and herself. It was very hard to do and she wasn't certain she'd managed well but she refused to look at him just the same.
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OOC:I don’t mind at all myself Big Grin
WC: 399

Niro knew that Orin was going to get them in trouble at any time now. As he took his last strokes he could see that she was too excited about the fellow on the beach. He didn’t answer here when she asked about If it was him… how was he supposed to know? He’d never met the guy before. He pushed her shoulder when she howled, he wasn’t sure how friendly this person was, and he’d like to find out before any friendly greetings, but as soon as they touched the soft sand rolling with the water, she jumped out

Orin! Wait!!

He shouted at her, but she’d already decided to help him with the boat which he was thankful for, of coarse he did most of the work, as he pushed the boat up onto shore, or he’d be having a good talk with her before anything else happened. Unlike his sister he was very cautious, and he was wary about anyone standing on the beach in this cold, even with his cloak and fur, he felt like he couldn’t shiver the cold away ever. Not to mention that it was about ready to downpour, which anyone but an idiot could see, and he didn’t look like an idiot. He made sure the boat was secure before he moved to his sister’s side. His face was in a neutral standpoint, he was obvious annoyed with his sister, but he wasn’t going to take any sides when, well there were no sides to take, just as he was about to apologize he heard another coming… no two more? He flipped his ears back before his head moved to the noise, now another one, this one introducing herself immediately, He was quiet though, he knew his sister would do all of the talking. It was best that way for now, right now he wanted to know the intentions of the two others. He wasn’t sure how those over the sea were, sure he read whatever Orin read, mostly because she liked to read out loud to him on some things, to get his opinion which in turn made him have to go back and get a better understanding because she’d often get so excited she’d forget he didn’t know everything she did. But unlike his sister he was not the type to trust every detail written in a book.

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WC: 346 // the more, the merrier? ;D Hover for French translations, if you'd ever like to know what he's bragging about!


The dinghy scraped ashore, the lighter-furred wolf crying out a howl and frantically waving its arms. Jacquez tilted his head curiously, drawing ever nearer to the odd pair. As they disembarked, he could see clearly that they were both small in stature for werewolves, one male, one female. He noted a telltale glimmer of metal along the male's ear - piercings, a fascination to the king - and that the excited female had not only pink streaks in her mane, but in her tailfur as well. How... quirky.

A wicked grin curved onto his muzzle, his dark eyes gleaming with rapt interest as he sized them up. They were more wet than dry. Had it been a difficult journey? He waved his one arm in acknowledgment to her greeting, waiting to get closer to the pair before he introduced himself. The surf was loud this time of day, crashing against the rocky shore and hissing as it retreated again. Jacquez liked the noise, but it was difficult to hear what the wolf was shouting - Orin Ta... something, and her brother... Niro, was it? Their names were palindromes of each other? They didn't look much like siblings. Perhaps they were adopted or something; it mattered not.


He spread his arm wide, striding up to introduce himself face to face. Before he could speak, though, a sly female voice cut in from behind him. He glanced indignantly over his shoulder, only slightly surprised to realize it was Firefly. It seemed she was always undermining his authority... He would be lenient today, though, since her sickening ordeal was still fresh in his memory. He still had mixed feelings about it, which was confusing to the simple-minded man -- had he been curious to see what they would be like? Scowling, he diverted his attention back to the wayward siblings. "Pleasure to meet you both, Orin and Niro, is it? I am Jacquez Trouillefou, le roi du Cour des Miracles," he lilted, the french words flowing effortlessly in his accent. They were a colorful little welcoming party, weren't they?

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WC: 604 - And of course, glad to have you Shannon! Now you can watch first-hand what you started with your awesome suggestion about where/why these two came from. Big Grin


Her attention flittered to the fair-furred woman as she and her feline companion made their way over to their little gathering. She had not noticed her or her little friend until they were close, being entirely unused to the noise of the waves and not hearing their approach. Her grin didn't falter, and she offered a smaller but just as enthusiastic wave to the woman. "Pleasure to meet you, Firefly." The pair seemed friendly and hospitable enough, and at no point did Orin stop to consider if, since these were pack lands as Firefly indicated, maybe she and her brother were unwelcome trespassers.


She glanced back to her brother but her expression didn't falter despite the obvious look of wariness on his face. "Niro, I think we're right where we wanted to be!" It was delightful! They had started out with only a few meager details, and Orin had explained the vagaries of what she had read in the journal to the proper blend of sailors and topographers and by some grace of good luck they had ended up in - or very near - the place she had hoped to find. Yes, this snowy and stormy coast was quite the picture of the Northern lands she had read about in her studies.


Suddenly the thought of the diary danced through her mind just as she turned back to Jacquez for his introduction. In all her excitement, Orin had completely forgotten to pay attention to details about the two who had come to greet them. Whilst she was unfamiliar with the lady, her mind quickly patched together an image that was once painted into her imagination by words. As the King spoke her hand flew up to cover her mouth and barely contained a squeal of excitement; for here before her stood the man with fur the color of burnt autumn leaves, the bent ear, and, most notably, a singular albeit capable right arm.


"Oh my god!" She could not hold back the giggle the bubbled in her throat as she poked at her brother's shoulder, mouthing in a less than covert whisper, "It's him!"


"Jacquez Trouillefou," she repeated to the King, not fully understanding the words he spoke in French though his cadence still impressed the words upon her and likely had the desired effect. Before her stood the tangible embodiment of a dear piece of research, and the very reason she had dragged her brother from their terrible home in gang-ridden slums and into the journey north. This was the first time one of the chronicles Orin had read had actually been realized and she had met someone straight out of one of the true tales she had immersed herself in. And after all this time the story she had read in the old journal she came across had permeated, transforming the story into another larger-than-life thrill - and now it... he... stood before her.


"I know you!" She cried as she reached out a hand to touch his outstretched arm as though to ensure he was real. "I told Niro about you! Oh my god, I don't believe it." It seemed like the girl would start bouncing in place, though she somehow contained it. Her excitement, however, was less easily censored. "I read a book about you! You’re a hero, Jacquez Trouillefou, the grand leader and sailor who led his pack to a greater world!" Surely, by book she meant someone's daily log, and by about him she meant ‘with several mentions of him,’ but by now the story had percolated in Orin's imagination and formed a shape all its own.



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Firefly ignored the glance from Jacquez but was glad that he didn't try and make her leave the stretch of beach. She was rather curious about these strangers on the shore and she wanted to know more. She smiled slightly when the woman acknowledged her and then seemed to try and get her brother to agree that they were where they wanted to be. She glanced from one to the other with one brow quirked as she wondered just how easily excited these two seemed to get. She couldn't help the slight chuckle of amusement that escaped as the two seemed to be figuring everything out. She could tell already that the boy wasn't as outspoken and chatty as the girl, at least he hadn't become yet but she hadn't really given them a chance. She hoped that they both didn't set the pack on end if they seemed to think they belonged her.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the female began some seemingly stage of hero worship towards Jacquez. She gave a rumble of disapproval when the girl reached out to touch him, not even realizing that she did before the girl started to babble on. She thought for a moment she must have been hearing things before the girl went on to explain herself. Firefly couldn't help but laugh as she glanced from Jacquez to the two younger figures before them. She shook her head and finished the slight distance between Jacquez and herself as the laughter continued. There really had to be some perfectly good explanation for this but she knew she probably wasn't going to believe it if she did hear it.

Firefly looked back to the girl and said with disbelief. "Him, hero? I'm sorry girlie but I think you've been out to sea a little too long." She placed her hands on her hips, ignoring the protest of her newly stretched scars as she slightly tilted her head to study Jacquez. "Hero.. grand leader. Jacquez.." A smirk appeared on her lips as she wondered just what else the girl was going to spew forth. She gave Jac a pleasant grin as she stated to the girl. "You've got a lot of explaining to do if you can prove this. Barely any of his crew made it to land, this fine sailor's ship sank before reaching port." She was beginning to wonder if Jacquez perhaps took his name from some old silly storybook as she waited for an answer.
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Jacquez stroked his chin, pleased with the reception he was given. Yes, this was how a king deserved to be treated! He had to build his reputation from scratch up here in the frozen north, but of course he was a well-known hero in his southern homeland! The tall Optime smiled, dark eyes sizing up the bubbly female before him. "That's me, all right - it seems you stumbled upon the greater world I discovered. I would love for you to be a part of it, mademoiselle Orin," he crooned, his fingers lightly catching her outstretched hand and brushing a kiss on her knuckles. He was ever the gentleman, when he needed to play the part. Flattery always brought out the best in him.


Firefly had to be the sour note in his praising chorus, though, not giving him a chance to bask in his own glory. He elbowed her none-too-gently in the ribs, edging forward to block her from the newcomers' view. "My associate here speaks of the terrible tempest that the fates brewed; a storm not unlike the one forming above our heads this very moment!" He gestured with his claw, face growing grave as the natural storyteller in him formed the lies on the spot.

"It's true; my magnificent ship was dashed to matchsticks, my crew left to fight the frigid waves on our own. We all washed up on different stretches of coast, but Lady Luck had a last trick up her sleeve, for she sent me to this oasis that became the Court of Miracles!" He flashed Orin a roguish grin, a playful gleam in his gaze. He liked this game. "The book you read... did it tell the story of how I lost my arm?" His tail whipped a happy tempo behind him, ignoring the rumbling in the clouds above them. There were plenty of small nooks to take cover beneath in the cliff walls, and enough driftwood to hopefully start a fire to keep warm. If the rain held off long enough, he could lead the pair to his cabin deeper inland. Firefly might get enough of a reprieve to stay there with them, if she kept her lip buttoned about why he kicked her out...

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WC: 922 - I'm tired, I babbled. X.x 8D


If the young wolfess could blush through her pale fur as the King took her hand and brushed a gentle kiss across it, she would have. Her grin could not get any wider, and was genuinely innocent. She nearly giggled again with budding excitement as his smooth voice crooned the greatest words she could have hoped to hear from her champion. She did her best to maintain ladylike poise and grace through it all, though her age and innocence ensured that her enthusiasm was not well veiled. "Oh my... Would you really let me stay? I... I would be honored to be a part of it! Reading about you and your escapades is what inspired me to try to make the trek north in the first place."


The girl had just noticed a slight shift in Firefly's demeanor that trailed her attention off course in just the slightest way. It was the small growl that she noted, though because of her rapid speech and excitement about meeting Jacquez she hadn't noticed the fair woman's agitation right away. It registered in her mind all too quickly, though her naiveté kept her from reacting too quickly to the grumble, and soon enough Firefly burst out in laughter. It was quite obviously at something she had said, and Orin's eyes quickly turned from Jac to Firefly, wide in surprise.


Confusion is written across her features for a moment as she processes the woman's nearly erratic behavior. In seconds she had gone from pleasantly friendly, to annoyed, to amused? Though, Orin had no way of understanding Firefly's perspective of the history of Jac and everything that led up to this point between himself and Firefly. It did not worry her too greatly, as many characters in many of the books she had read were apt to having sporadic mood swings, too.


But, why didn't she think Jacquez was a hero? Orin couldn't wrap her mind around Firefly's reasoning... It was so plainly obvious! Anyone who knew about him would know... Orin had read it herself; the quickly jotted chronicles of some of Jac's former pack's tribulations and how he valiantly defended his people. How he bravely mapped out a course for this northern land and led them to salvation. Even if there had been a shipwreck, surely that did not make his actions any less admirable!


"Oh, but it is true. I read it all in this book I salvaged..." She knew she was right because Jac had confirmed it himself! Then she realized... "Oh, it... sank?" Suddenly, the realization of what Firefly said crept in (although none of the woman's intended meaning made it through), and her ears drooped as her eyes went wide. She clasped her hands in front of her face in shock as she jerked her gaze back to peer at the King's countenance. True, Jac was the hero in her story, but all of the others, those that had been mentioned in vague notes or sometimes more descriptive recollections in the journal she had read, had certainly become an important part of the tale, too. It seemed as though a heavy weight had been hung from her heart, and her eyes began to sparkle with colleting moisture, though no tears gathered enough to roll down her cheeks. Oh! The sadness he must have felt, for this tragedy to happen after all he had been through. Had Jacquez lost them all? "Oh no! Is it true? The journal ended at your ship's departure for the north, I had no idea..."


She shook her head, and for a moment it seemed her emotion would well up so great that she would throw her arms around the King to comfort him, though that moment never quite came. Perhaps the girl had enough sense to have read Firefly after all. Instead, she placed her hands gently on his shoulder as she gazed at him with reverential sadness. Her jaw hung open for a moment, stunned. She swallowed hard and blinked against the welling tears in her eyes as she took a deep breath to steady herself. Her mind roiled with pictures and scenarios as Jacquez elaborated the story of the great storm that had bested the ship and crew. It was a harrowing conclusion to the tale that she so loved, and she hung on his every word, committed to scratching it down in her own diary as soon as she had the chance. As he compared the storm of that fateful day to the one that loomed overhead, she glanced skyward. Although she was already soaked to the core from the ocean waters and drizzling sky, she had no mind to be caught in such horrid weather! She clutched the edges of her cloak and pulled it tighter around her, suddenly feeling more chilled from the grisly end of Jac's maritime adventure. "After everything you've been through, all your accomplishments... I'm so sorry. Still, at least the fates gave you something you deserve! This place."


Her attention was detracted soon enough as Jacquez snatched this opportunity to entice her with the story about his greatest battle scar yet (that she knew of) - the loss of his arm. Her eyes brightened once again, and the liveliness came back to her features. "No! It didn't say, not clearly anyway. I've always wondered but I don't think I would have ever had the courage to ask..." ...her brother knew better, she would have asked the moment she had found the opportunity... "Would you tell me? Please?"



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OOC: My appologies, lots of writers block as well as distractions of lost, and my son, lots of OOC badness hopefully I’ll be able to keep up again.

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Niro was both amused and disgusted by his sister’s reaction to the leader. He was about to apologize and explain when he saw that the King was enjoying this, and Firefly was laughing her tail off! He wasn’t sure but right now he didn’t trust the king much at this point, he could see that he was enjoying every single word Orin was saying, and totally ignoring Niro, which was good in his mind, he hated being the center of attention. He was a better observer than he was than a conversationalist, he thought he’d let this play out, so far his sister wasn’t doing much more than possibly getting them some place to stay for a while. He listened and his ears perked up when Jac mentioned his arm. He’d been intrigued but as Orin said he didn’t think he’d have the heart to even ask what happened, to anyone.

Niro stood watching quietly his expression not one of hatred or even liking, more nuetral with an interest in what was going on. He’d always been like that, he was a thinker like his sister but he didn’t believe everything in the books they read, and Orin could never tell fact from fiction with everything she read, she’d probably believe if a book said this guy could shoot water out of his fingers than it had to be true and wouldn’t believe anything otherwise. He hadn’t passed any sort of judgement on any of them as he’d yet to know who they really were, only heard some stuff from his sister about Jac. He eyed both him and firefly, and could tell there was a little bit of tension between them and was wondering if it was for a good reason.


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Firefly wouldn’t have believed it if she didn’t already know Jac and his silly ways. She was silent for once as she watched him like a player in the theatre concocting some famed tale on how he had been the victim in some terrible fate. She just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she watched as he threw his flirting affections at the young girl. Firefly knew she was much too young for the king but something still sparked inside her at seeing him plying his charms on another. She just narrowed her eyes slightly as she flapped on hand on a thin wrist at the girl. ”Oh yes, believe everything you read.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. ”you’d be doing better to trust common sense rather than books.” She really didn’t care what the girl did but it seemed she was about to become part of the pack so she would have to live with her in one way or another.

Her eyes cast upwards as the skies rolled, the thunder growling as she caught the last words that Jacquez had asked her. Firefly really couldn’t believe he was going to play up the wound story again. She sighed and stated rather dryly after Orin begged to hear the story. ”I for one would prefer to keep try tonight, if you all don’t mind?” She was interested in hearing more on the lies that Jacquez would flaunt but she wasn’t going to say that outright, instead she would wait to see what was next for the wayward king and his court of rogues.

She flicked her eyes back to Jacquez, a brow raised, showing her pressing need for him to hurry about his games if he must, but she would like to get out of the threatening storm. She figured that it probably wouldn’t just be rain with the cold chill in the air. Rain was bad enough, snow worse, but a mixture was not something she could deal with. She ran her fingers through her curly locks as she tried to braid her hair back from her face as she waited. She knew Jacquez would care little for her impatience and if she wanted to hear more stories she would have to wait for his command to find the comforts of shelter.
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wc: 572 // pp'ed them walking, hope that's alright. <3 Jac's so silly. We can continue this thread if you'd like, or fade to black. Welcome to 'Souls, both of you! Big Grin


"Oui, certainement, we shall speak as we walk," he said agreeably, acknowledging the weather and his packmate's concerns at last. He rested his hand lightly on Orin's damp shoulders, encouraging her to follow at his side as he led the wayfaring siblings into his coastal kingdom. They could warm up and dry off indoors, and he would even listen to their sailing anecdotes if they tired of hearing about how great he was. He gave a small nod to Firefly, implying that she should accompany the taciturn brother. She liked entertaining men, did she not? Rather than being jealous that he had found a new admirer, she should be focused on more productive things.


"Sadly, yes, our magnificent journey ended on a most unfortunate note. But I have come to learn that some of the crew not only survived the cruel ocean, but went on to form a settlement of their own further north - if you know the names of Séraphine or Rogue, they are among the troupe." His dark eyes gleamed as he smiled, bridling with pleasure that this newcomer had such a vested interest in his life and accomplishments. She would fit in well here, in their melting pot of cultures and races. "And lest I forget, my dear sidekick Ruri Aceline, she is my second-in-command. I am certain she would enjoy meeting you, I will have to introduce you!" His tail waved merrily behind him, his own enthusiasm buoyed by Orin's. What an auspicious encounter!


He caught Niro eying him curiously, and shot him a cheery wink. "My arm, well, that's quite a tale - I'm surprised it wasn't penned down amidst your chronicles! You see, it was some years ago, before many knew my name and fewer still followed me. They were dark times in the south, strays going missing without a trace, and never enough food to go around. My noble heart could not bear to see my fellow canines suffering so, and I vowed to uncover the mysterious oppressor." His dramatic voice echoed slightly from the cliff walls they passed between, dulling once it reached the muting blanket of snow beyond the coastline.


"I waited in the dark one night, hoping to catch the kidnapper in person - but I could not believe my eyes when I saw the brute! It was not a man as I had assumed, but a massive serpent, a swamp snake that was gorging itself on prey and predator alike! It turned its devil gaze on me when it heard my breathing, and quick as lightning, its fangs had already closed around my arm...!" He bared his teeth with feigned ferocity, inventing the story as he went along. In truth, he had no memory of the event - he just enjoyed wowing acquaintances with his tall tales. It was different every time.

"I couldn't let the beast devour me, not when it would continue to feed upon my southern brothers and sisters! So I fought tooth and nail, tearing that horrible serpent into a hundred pieces. I thought when I killed the snake, it would release my arm, but alas, in its death throes, it bit my arm clean off at the shoulder. I had given my limb to save my people, and that was when they first crowned me their king." He smiled triumphantly, pleased with the dramatic fable. It sounded worthy of a book, did it not?

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