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[ 376 ] ›› Heya CdA! :D // Time: Late morning. Place: Border Tree. Form: Optime.

The shepherd-wolf was not one to be indecisive; he always had a goal he was aimed at and a desire to reach it by almost any means. Ever since he left his homeland he knew what he was going to do. He was headed to the port to sail to Bridgetown, and then from there to Freetown, and then from there to wherever the wind would take him. He did this because he wanted something more than the quiet shepherd's life on the coast; he wanted adventure, excitement, and even danger – and he had found plenty of it on his journey. When he finally arrived in the packlands though, things had slowed down. The constant threat of bandits, thieves, and hungry predators became somewhat of a distant memory and the threat now was straying across a border where he wasn't welcome, something that was easily avoidable.

The more time he spent on the outside of the packs the more he started to think about his homeland and the family he had left behind. The brindled beast was by no means a sentimental male, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing, not to go home, but to be a part of something again. The two wolves he had met many days before had convinced him of that, that he belonged somewhere, but where was still a mystery to him and the only logical answer at the time was to simply keep moving. That was how he came upon the border tree and all of its brightly colored decorations. Piercing glacier blues looked it over up and down, top to bottom, admiring the artistry and beauty of its adornments from a safe distance on the free lands beyond the heavy scent of the border.

This was it. This was the place. The tree had beckoned him there and its embellishments had told him this was a place of creativity, imagination, and above all else community. This is where he wanted to be. Tipping his maw skywards he let loose a summoning howl before giving himself a once over and dusting off his ragged pelt with a brush of his hands, trying not to look like an absolute vagabond to whomever would come to greet him.

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The howl sounded from the borders and Skye found herself pacing towards it for the third time in a matter of days. Although her pups were with their father, it didn't mean that she didn't have responsibilities - and she gladly took calls at the border for a few days of relief from her pups' demanding needs.

The Border Tree came into view - it seemed that most called from the Border Tree, and she guessed she could tell why. It was large, striking, and beautiful, and a clear sign that a pack lie beyond. She approached it and pushed aside the branches, revealing the Luperci that stood there.

His fur was slightly dusty, but from what, she didn't know. She looked past it to his fur - he was entirely black, and at first Skye thought he was pure wolf, but a closer look revealed his slightly curling tail and his too-large ears that betrayed his mixed heritage.

"I am Skye Collins, leader of d'Arte," she said, flicking a tail at the name that was carved in the tree they stood by. "Are you looking for something?" She waited for his response, scrutinizing him further; he was more slender than the usual wolf, and she noted that hidden within his fur were faint streaks of a silvery gray.

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He was left to his own thoughts for only a few moments before the sound of someone approaching reached his slightly oversized ears, which tipped forward attentively once the optime shape of a female came into view. A charming smile eased to his dark maw as icy blues gave her a quick once over before settling upon her face, his hands moving to rest upon the heads of his axes holstered upon his belt in the most non-aggressive way he could think of, which was very slowly. He had to remind himself to droop his ears, slouch his shoulders, drop his tail, and generally look as submissive as possible in his tall statuesque optime form, which he did manage to accomplish though not without an evident measure of discomfort.

"G'mornin' Miss Collins. My name is Donar." His maw dipped respectfully and for once he kept his gaze from meeting her own. The brindled beast wasn't normally one to engage in conversation without making eye contact but in that instance he had enough sense to know when not to. Instead, his attention wandered to the tree she loosely motioned toward, the words there clearly legible but nonetheless a mystery to his unlearned mind. "I'm lookin' for a new home. My old one is far away from here, very far, beyond the ocean." His gruff baritone was lightly accented but easy enough to understand and its cadence was smooth, evidence of his relaxed composure. "This is d'Arte, you said?" He asked with noticeable curiosity, his gaze moving to absently stare at the withering landscape of approaching winter just behind her.

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She watched as the male slowly dropped his hands to the weapons on his belt, clearly trying to avoid suspicion. He offered her a greeting before also dropping his gaze and posture in respect. Although Skye didn't really require submission in her pack, she appreciated the loner's show of it on her borders; it indicated that he was respectful of her position, and wasn't a threat to her pack.

He gave a glance to the tree as he introduced himself as Donar, and Skye wondered briefly if he could read. Sometimes they couldn't - it wasn't a very widespread skill, after all, and the only reason that Skye herself knew was because her parents had taught her. It was useful, but not that important to survival, and so if one didn't learn to read it was likely not a big deal.

He mentioned that he was from across the sea, and Skye detected a hint of an accent in his voice, although she didn't recognize where it was from. What had compelled him to come across the ocean? "Trouble in your old pack?" she questioned, eyes trained on him.

She looked at the tree and then back to Donar. "Yes, Cercatori d'Arte," she said, deciding on the full name to use this time. "We welcome newcomers, so long as they've something to bring - what are your skills?"

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"No pack, jus' family." The many small families residing in his homeland worked cooperatively and shared resources, but they could hardly be considered a pack, even if they did label themselves as one. They had no leader, no ranks, no real organization or structure, and each family more or less kept to themselves. They did unite at various times of year for celebrations and the occasional deliberation, but for the most part each family kept to their own and tended to their own needs. "An' no trouble, jus' foolishness I guess." His smile was unwavering, especially as he thought of his reasons for departing his homeland. Truly it was foolishness, wanting to abandon a simple shepherd's life for a taste of adventure, only to wind up somewhere else longing to return to it. He would have laughed if he were musing on his own, but instead his gaze moved to settle upon her face.

"Where I come from we follow our fathers. What they do, we do when our time comes. My father was a shepherd and een krijger—" Slipping into his native tongue of Dutch, the brindled beast quickly caught himself and corrected, though there was a short pause as he racked his mind for the correct words. "—a warrior. Defender of his family and flock." He explained his plight somewhat needlessly but he hoped the tale would help her understand why he left the only individuals in the world he cared about to come to a place completely foreign to him. "As his son I was raised and trained to do the same from mijn geboorte." He had to keep reminding himself that the language of his homeland was not the same for everyone and the tongue the sailors had taught him was the only way he could be understood. "That is, my birth. I didn't want that, so I sought a new path. It led me here."

Icy blues scanned her face all the while, trying to read her reaction as he regaled her with his tale. The shepherd-wolf was only one to lie when it benefited him the most and doing so now would do more harm than good, so when she asked him about his skills his gaze met her own briefly. "I am as my father was, a shepherd and warrior. I am just as skilled with these axes as I am with minding the herd or flock. Sheep, goats, pigs, cattle, chickens." He listed off the animals he was familiar with and though his specialty lie in tending to sheep and cows he was confident he could handle pretty much any species of livestock. He was also quite a skilled hunter but any canine who called themself a predator was, so it wasn't something he felt needed mentioning. "An' I'm pretty good with a fishing pole too."

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He spoke, and she detected his voice to be honest; at least, she couldn't detect any lies in his words, and she didn't think him to be the type to cause harm to her pack. She'd still keep an eye, of course, but she'd also hear him out. His story was a humble one; they followed their fathers. He gave a few foreign words before speaking their English equivalent; warrior and shepherd, was he? That was useful, particularly when the pack had so many animals.

At the end of his tale, his eyes met hers and he told her of his - and his father's - skills, and the animals he was good with. "All owned by d'Arte," she mused, a gleam in her eye. They could use some help with the large amount of chickens they had, in any case. She quirked a brow at his skill with a fishing rod; she knew that one of their members, Wallace, liked to fish, but other than that she hadn't had much experience with the craft.

"You sound like you'll fit in here," she said finally, after giving him another scrutinizing glance; he looked strong, capable, and he apparently had useful skills. As with all loners who joined, she'd keep a close eye - but for now, he seemed trustworthy enough. "Welcome to Cercatori d'Arte."

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Welcome to Cercatori d'Arte!



Hello, and welcome to Cercatori d'Arte! You've just joined one of the many fantastic packs in the world of Souls; based on trade and good relations, this pack is perfect for a soul looking for a friendly place to stay - so welcome to the family! Some things you might want to check out in this unique pack are:

  • Check out the pack game, where you can earn points to get cool titles and icons!
  • Read up on the information about the ranks and co-ranks so you can advance in the pack!
  • Look at the territory map to get a feel for the territory, and choose a house in Thornbury for your character to live in!

If you don't know where to start posting, you can check out the thread requests forum or the open threads! You can also create or join an all welcome thread for some IC fun. Why not also start plotting with other members and begin a fun plot or activity that people can enjoy and experiment with?

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Piercing icy blues were as sinister as they were beguiling, and peering from void black seemed only to accentuate their hue even further. With those eyes he looked at her with truth and calm, he meant her and her pack no harm, and if she was willing to accept him he would defend them both with his life. Although the brindled beast was a self-absorbed two faced trickster, he had a sense of honor and even greater than that, he valued friends and family. This pack, Cercatori d'Arte she had called it, they would be his new friends, and in time, they would be his new family.

She mused about the many animals the pack possessed before letting a brief moment of silence settle between them, no doubt to contemplate the grave decision she was about to make. Although he had no experience with it himself, the dark male knew handling strangers was a delicate task, and there were many skilled linguists out there that could spin lies as skillfully as a thread maker. Fortunate for her Donar was quite the opposite, and more often than not was brutally honest as opposed to a cunning deceiver.

When she finally accepted him his charismatic grin shifted into a genuine smile and a hand slowly rose to place its palm upon his chest, over his heart, as his head dipped in a grateful nod. "You have my thanks Miss Collins." He said as he brought his head and gaze back up, eyes meeting her own once again as his hand returned to its place upon the ax at his side. "And mijn trouw." He had slipped into his old tongue again and like always had quickly caught himself, offering the translation as smoothly has he had its foreign counterpart. "My allegiance. Your enemies are now my enemies, just as your friends are now my friends."

Bright blues moved to gaze past her for a moment before returning to settle upon her face. Although winter was quickly stripping the realm of the vibrant hues of autumn, there were still a few leaves swathed in red and gold clinging rebelliously to their branches. He imagined at the beginning of autumn the deciduous trees intermingled with the evergreens in the area would have put on quite a stunning show of color. "Do I smell the sea?" He wasn't aware of how close they were to the coast until now and the thought of being near the ocean again was quite enthralling.

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