[AW+] To watch daylight die
Mandatory Pack Meeting
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Word Count → 498 :: Dated 13th January. Free posting order. All members are required to post once - 1 week period for members to post to this thread. Afterwards, all members are assumed to be aware of the ongoing conflict, along with Sinner and Ohja's appearances.

[/html]Behind closed doors there had been non-stop discussion, some raised voices and eventually, dark resignation settling upon all of their shoulders. The letter said it all and whilst it wasn't good news or what any of them wanted, it also wasn't something that could be dismissed and ignored. No, it had to be dealt with and the rest of the pack had to be informed of it's contents. Leaving the room, himself, accompanied by Ardoise and Shaamah, stalked down the halls, heading directly into the large, open space of the main hall, the balconies up above empty for now, although that wouldn't be for long. Tilting his muzzle up, he called for the pack to gather; it wasn't an optional request, something he did rarely, if ever.

Standing on the raised platform with the stairs leading up on either side of them, he waited until all who would gather had done so, running a mental check list to identify if anyone hadn't responded. The entire pack needed to be aware of this news and he wasn't going to shrug off someone being absent as he would in the past, not if their ignorance would endanger themselves and others.

“We have news from Krokar. Two individuals by the names Ohja and Sinner have made it clear that the mean ill will towards individual members of Sapient and the pack as a whole,” grinning, he shrugged, using his body language to let the others know not to stress about the news at this point. For now it was just that – news. Not a reality on their doorstep and much of what he had to say next was just precautions and plausible scenarios if things truly did begin to escalate.

“Their visual descriptions and details will be circulated afterwards. We are aware, due to their documented conduct, that they intend to act on their dislike of us, with potential to reach out: friends, family, mercenaries. Whilst for now it's just two, there is the plausibility that the may develop into something more,” he continued, the reassuring grin he'd shown but seconds before dropping into a more serious, neutral expression. This wasn't, unfortunately, a joke and whilst he was annoyed that Shaamah's baggage would cause issues, the pack would settle the matter and prepare for the worst.

“As of this moment, all guests are requested to leave and none may pass our borders until further notice, unless they are from Krokar. Border patrols should be done in pairs at a minimal, no stupid risks and no acts of bravery. If you see someone matching their description, do not approach; report back what you saw, who you saw them with, as much detail as you can,” eyes flicked over to the other two men beside them, stepping back to allow either of them to contribute. If nothing else, then those gathered were free to say their piece and voice their questions.[html]

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The training grounds had seen quite a bit of use since being set up, for which Naenia was glad. What they needed now were some more good wooden practice weapons. While swinging those could not always take the place of metal, they were good for beginners and for not demolishing the practice dummies quite so easily.

As they made their way back to the estate, they discussed the possibility of asking a carpenter to make them, or sending word to the new trading post that they were in the market for them. Sylvestre made a couple of suggestions on what he would trade for them, but since neither of them were an expert, they agreed to ultimately leave that up to someone who was.

They were nearly back to the Government Estate when there was a call for a pack meeting. The two frowned at each other in confusion and picked up the pace. Upon entering, they joined the gathering in the main hall, finding a place among the crowd where they could see the three leaders, despite being shorter than a lot of their fellow Sapiens. Naenia was confused, but waited somewhat patiently as enough of the pack filed in for Nivosus to begin the meeting.

Her confused expression slowly changed to anger, partially because someone was looking to harm the pack again, and partially because she was only finding this out with the rest of the pack. Why was she not included sooner? She had no time to plan any sort of specific defense or give a preliminary outline of what the members could be doing in the meantime. His stupid grin made her think that Nivosus was not taking this as seriously as he should be and yet it was apparently serious enough for this meeting, and then it fell, so she changed her mind.

What was the point of even having her in a council position if they saw no need to influde her in something she thought she ought to be included in? Naenia shifted her glare to the other two before settling on Nivosus to make sure he knew he had done something wrong. It was council member to leader, but also mate to mate. If she was not Primor, she would understand and would not expect to be included in such things simply because she was his mate.

To learn like this was embarrassing, even if no one else was aware. Since he apparently did not want her input right now, when he stood back to let the others speak, she kept her mouth shut.

Still, the pack was in danger and so despite her personal insult and frustration, Naenia would do her best to plan whatever she could in the meantime. Having so little information to go off of was not helpful.

The letter made it to Sylvestre before her, and he handed it over before reading it himself. Naenia scanned the words, looking for anything useful, then handed it back to him, posture stiff the entire time as she waited to see if there was anything else she needed to find out now.
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Normally the fact that there were enemies at the border would have driven Adrianna into a frantic worry before the realization that the sheer number of warriors was more than enough to keep her safe. At that moment, she felt nothing. This was no skirmish like in Rome, this was no small threat, no trader fight to fend off. This was something entirely different that she had never once in her privileged life every experienced. Heard of, sure, but never once was she actually in any sort of risk. This made her heart beat, and her nerves made the moment all the worse.


She overlooked the balcony, leaning onto it and gazing over, at the side of the man. She and Nico had been cloistered in their shared room, talking quietly when the call in the hall came, sending them out of it slowly. Footsteps all about led to the others joining them at the rail or down below.


< Don't go out of the pack lands, Adri. Alone, at least. It's not safe, > said the former slave, turning his stern gaze on his companion. Adrianna threw him a dirty look. Of course now she was not going to merely waltz out of the pack lands like it was no big deal. She knew that there was now a risk to venturing outside of her newfound home, and it irked her that so soon after finding it, it was at risk.


So much for peace and security, she thought, sighing as she dug her nails into the guardrail. < You'd think that this place, at least, would have been safer than being on our own. I don't want to be stuck near this place all the time. What do you think they want? > she replied in rapid-fire Italian, only receiving a shrug in return.


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Not even a full moon, a full month, had passed since the time he had joined these people, and already he was questioning his decisions. Perhaps he had not been there long enough to see the true merit of the place, but if conflict was coming so soon, so quickly, what had been the point of joining them? He was competent enough in a fight, but it was not something that he ever particularly sought to be involved with.


He sighed, but what was the alternative?


This was a place with a chance for unity, for a sense of belonging and acceptance, when everyone else had been overly eager to get a hold of him for one reason or another. Those stays had been short and never once had he felt like he had truly belonged. There had been times where he felt on the cusp of it, of a sense of place, but then it was shattered when he realized he was no longer wanted and a virtual burden on his "hosts".


Dakota listened, arms crossed, as he lingered beneath the balcony above him, standing to the side as he looked at the leaders, with a few thoughts of their attractiveness passing through his mind in a vague blur. He was not interested in attracting that kind of attention, even if he enjoyed the spotlight now and then. Still, Dakota eyed them appreciatively, ignoring the dread in his belly that he might be asked to fight for them, for a place he was only starting to barely fix up to suit his tastes, limited as they were.


He had not been planning on roaming outside of Sapient, but now he was definitely not going to.

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Optime | Government Estate | cNPC: Emory; yNPCs: Asura, Saleos (+510)


Familia Sugit.


-cue Creo crew- Vepar and Sully are here too!


“What about these ones, Mam?” Her daughter asked as she held up a group of leather pouches with various symbols etched onto them.


Skana glanced up from what she was doing, nodding as she recognized what Asura had in her hands. “Over in that pile.” She gestured with a tip of her snout.


It’d become clear within a few weeks of being in Sapient that something would have to be done in way of a place for those medically inclined to do their work. While house calls were easy enough—particularly when most of her supplies were just a few rooms and maybe a flight of stairs away—it didn’t give the medic much to work with. Areas had to be constantly prepped beforehand, and her work ran the risk of constant interruption being in the Estate.


She’d found an unclaimed residence in Oxley that she thought could work nicely as a more private area for her work and experiments, as well as allowed her to be somewhat removed from the busy coming-and-goings of the Estate. All she needed was to talk to Nivosus or Ardiose about it to have their blessing first. In the meantime, her daughter was helping her sort out what medicinal items the ex-Midnighters had brought along with them from their previous home.


A call suddenly echoed out, and the Creo women were forced to put a pause in their work. They exited the family’s shared room and made their way to where it appeared everyone was being gathered. The meeting would be their first formal one with the entire pack present, and, so, they had no idea what was considered “normal” procedure for their new pack. The mother-daughter pair made their way past the three leaders to stand with the rest of the pack. If nothing else, they could rely on deductive reasoning.


Vepar, Sully, and Saleos filed in amongst the rest of the pack members that had been outside of the Estate when the summons had been made. Their dark coats had flecks of white snow still attached to them in areas, a testament that the boys had had a good spar with each other before the meeting had been called. Others still filed in to the large main area, among them, a young, short male named Emory.


The meeting began rather quickly once the Sagax felt all that were going to show up had. It was not good news, much to Skana’s dismay. The ex-Midnighters had hardly been with the pack a month, and there already appeared to be trouble lurking once more. What did these two individuals have against Sapient though that they would wish ill-will against them? Reading Nivosus’ body language, he didn’t seem particularly bothered…but how much of a threat did they truly cause if he had to call a meeting about them?


The reason came quickly, and it didn’t bode well for the pack. Whoever these individuals were, they apparently had a bone to pick.






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  • He had been busy. Well, perhaps not that busy, but it could be considered rather important work to assess which outfit was the best. This purple shirt with those brown pants? Horrendous. What was he even thinking trading that old halter for this lavender monstrosity? Now, this grey top with a black waistcoat and the brown pants, that was much better. The important decisions in life, and looking good while doing so. Damian felt satisfied now as he leaned against the bar shelf in his room, a few tattered pieces of paper spread out before him. Words floated across the pages, each line describing his time since leaving the Monastery. It had been several months now, almost long enough for the Immortales man to forget the length of time entirely. But Damian though his travels had seen him learn many a new thing, the man had felt justified in seeking out a new place to call home. Sapient had given him the opportunity to do so, and he had found himself surrounded by many canines he considered of the same esteem as himself. It was a pleasure to be amongst intellect as opposed to some of the drivel he had encountered on the way to this point.

    The man gave brief smirk as he continued to read his own epic saga, only to frown when he was interrupted by a summons. Most interesting. Pausing for a fleeting moment to make sure his hair was perfect – one could never be sure who exactly would be at things after all – Damian pushed his way out of the door of his room and made his way to where it seemed most of Sapient had gathered. Amber gaze resting on the form of the Sapien leader, the man from beyond the shores listened as the words flowed smoothly from the partially monochromatic male. The name of Krokar meant nothing to Damian, for the man hadn’t yet had much chance to learn of any of the other packs that might be in the area. Perhaps that would most certainly be knowledge he would need to rectify, and swiftly. Filing away the names of the two individuals who were apparently foolish enough to think they could take on a group who probably held more intellect in a single finger than the pair of strangers combined, Damian felt a bemused expression flicker across his handsome face.

    Apparently, the situation was serious enough to warrant the need for guests of Sapient to leave and the borders of the pack to be closed indefinitely. Remarks about patrols and not being foolishly brave brought a smirk to the wolf’s lips. Damian wasn’t a fighter – though he might to change that too – and traditionally his tactic had always been a swift punch to the face, and then running away as quickly as possible. It usually worked, on the odd occasion his charm and wit had not been enough. But the man was more disappointed not in the prospect of conflict, but that his solo explorations would likely need further careful consideration. “Idiotic fools,” the russet and brown wolf muttered under his breath, expressing his annoyance to these two canines, Sinner and Ohja – names of fools most definitely – had suddenly made his life a lot harder. Why couldn’t they go bother some other pack? Were they seriously such droll creatures who likely couldn’t even count the number digits on each hand let alone consider counting the number of members within the pack they had apparently decided to create havoc for? Honestly, sometimes Damian found himself thinking these canines of this land had rocks for brains.
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Ardoise stood behind his father, arms crossed and his eyes watching the back of his father skull. Mumblings of the disturbed individuals had come to his ears and yet his father thought so little of it. The gray wolf had always felt the rising tide of emotion when such news was brought to his attention, ready to react and set a course. To keep them safe and defend their name. But Nivosus thought otherwise. Stemming his reaction and taking the first step of preparing to close up their borders.


He stayed silent, eyes ripped from the back of his father's head to the faces of their members. Wondering if there was concern where their leader lacked it. Perhaps it was simply just to try to keep them calm. Ardoise figured it was for the best.


The news was spread, as it would continue to through their ranks and through the messages that would no doubt leak past their borders. Ardoise was displeased with what little detail they had gotten in the letter. He was angered by bleeding of family disputes onto Sapient lines and that the new prospect Tzila had conducted in Portland that was now certainly threatened.


Nivosus looked to he and Shaamah, causing a soft sigh to pass over his throat. He looked back to the group. Look to the Opus, and to Naenia and Tierney as well as Shaamah for assistance if you have business outside the packlands. Delay it if you can. We don't want anyone hurt or at risk. Eyes glanced to those he mentioned, clearly putting them in charge of the pack's welfare as was their place.



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[/html]Ceasing her actions, she came when called with great reluctance; it was troublesome to have her training plans interrupted, her body warmed up now and adrenaline running, all for nothing. In an attempt to cool off, she jogged the distance between the estate and Oxley, walking the last length and prying the large doors open, stepping inside and into the hall were others were already gathering, no doubt having less distance to cover than herself. Scanning the space, she sought out a wall, somewhere to slip into without being noticed.

Because standing with her uncle was Shaamah, someone who she still didn't have an answer for and wasn't really sure how to face. There were too many factors involved here; his proposal, of sorts, to her messing with her head and emotions, his rank, Diarmid... there was just too much and no matter how much she gave it thought, no solution or answer for him came to mind. So she dedicated all of her free time to working out at the training grounds, refining herself and wearing both body and mind down.

Waiting there, where she didn't draw attention to herself, the meeting finally kicked off. It wasn't good news; it brought her back to the past, memories of the last conflict. It re-opened wounds that had never really healed, frayed already stressed emotions. Pushing off from her place on the wall, she left in silence, not wanting to stick around and hear more.[html]

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Her latest creation was not working out as Nieve wanted it to. There was something wrong with the shape of some of the beads that did not quite work out with the rest. Maybe someone else would like it but Nieve did not and so for probably the sixth or seventh time, she slid all the beads off the string they were on and dumped them back into the little leather pouch that she kept them all in. She did not have too many of them; just ones she had found while scavenging, and a few given to her by Sylvestre and Naenia.

She shoved the string into the pouch as well as she heard the call for a pack meeting and grumbled while tossing it onto her bed. She really did not want to go to a pack meeting but if she did not, her mom and dad-Sylvestre-would find out and it would be worse than going to listen to whatever was being said now. She shoved her hands into her pockets and sulked her way to the main hall, where she stood in back and waited. She could not see Nivosus, but she could hear him as she spoke. Nieve was expecting to hear something about the new trading post, but instead the topic was completely different.

Nivosus described what was going on and Nieve's back slowly straightened as the weight of the danger settled on her mind. He did not initially appear to be too concerned, but it seemed like it must be more serious than that if he thought the whole pack should know. Nieve glanced around for her mom, but couldn't see her or Sylvestre. Ardoise apparently could, though, so at least she was here.

Nieve read the paper from Krokar when it made it to her and then passed it on, unsure if there was anything else they were supposed to do. In the end it seemed like Nivosus was concerned, but not overly so; since Nieve could not see her mother's reaction. She was sure that the pack's fighters could keep them safe. After all, how much damage could two canines or a small band of mercenaries do to a whole pack?
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[/html]Arms folded across the railing of the balcony, he'd been waiting quietly until the others gathered and an explanation was given as to why they'd been called. With the answers now provided to him, nausea bloomed within the pit of his stomach, a pained whine lingering in his throat, threatening to escape him. Fighting it all down, he lifted his eyes up, found a patch of clear wall to stare on, forcing the panic and emotions down, refusing to be overwhelmed by them again.

Hadn't he had his life ruined enough? His mother and grandmother were missing, assumed dead. His grandfather dead. Every father figure he'd ever had in his life was a dead beat and missing. The pack he'd called home, spent his whole life loyal to and working for, gone, disbanded because no one could fill the space that his family had left.

This was meant to have been a new start, even if he was struggling with it, even if he'd been reluctant and he'd not even been making much effort in this new life he was supposed to be leading, it bothered him, unsettled something deep within him – his new home could crumble around him just as easily as his last had.[html]

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[/html]Hearing the call was the easy part – she wasn't ignoring it, but responding promptly wasn't something she could do anymore, a fact she hoped her father would be aware off and forgiving, even if the summons was a rather adamant one. Feeling her way to her door, using the shift in light and outstretched hands to ensure she was where he mind pictured her to be, the merle Ortega made her was awkwardly down empty halls, finding her way to the landing and then the railings, stopping a stride away, hand curled lightly across the bar.

Voices surrounded her, others having already gathered; scents too, dominated the space, close and far, familiar and less so. This wasn't a social event and rather than blindly seeking someone to stand beside for the duration of this, whatever it was, she waited patiently where she stood, hopefully not in the way of anyone else running late to catch the meeting.

When he deemed enough of the pack present, her father began, outlining the events of what had occurred and the rules that would be in place to counter them. It wasn't happy news, these meetings normally never were. Whether it was a larger and serious threat was hard to gauge from the sound of his voice alone; even if it was, there wasn't anything she could contribute. Spying, fighting, even scouting were out of her limited abilities.[html]

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cam is a mess as always :D (325)

She drifted towards a shelf, the book that she had been holding against her chest now gripped firmly between her hands. After taking in a breath of the musty library air, she went to push it back to its spot among the shelf. A howl sounded from within the Estate, and she jumped, the book falling open to the floor. "Oh! Goodness," Camellia exclaimed, her hand gripping the fabric over her heart for a moment. She hurriedly picked the book back up, ensured that the pages were not too bent from the fall, and then placed it back upon the shelf before darting to the library door.

Camellia had not witnessed too many pack meetings, and this one made her nervous. With trembling hands she pulled the heavy doors of the library open, slipping out. Her shawl caught in the door, and she let out a yelp as it fell from her shoulders. After pushing a stray curl of hair away from her face, she opened the door and pulled free her shawl. Luckily, she determined that it was largely undamaged -- maybe there was a tear that she hadn't seen, though Camellia didn't have time to worry about that at the moment -- and then swung it over her shoulders again.

Other Sapiens were filtering towards where Nivosus had called them to meet, and Camellia swiftly fell into the fold, drifting towards the front of the crowd so she could see. She was far too small to be able to see him from the back of the crowd, even with him standing on a platform. A lot of her packmates seemed to tower over her, and she didn't much appreciate it. Camellia listened wide-eyed to the news, gasping softly at the first words he spoke. Nivosus went on, and she tried to swallow what fear had begun to well up in her chest, though the feelings would not be that easy to cast aside.

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Her father's howl sounded and Valentina looked up from the pathetic excuse for a snowman that she had been constructing not too far from the doors of the Estate. She had been inspired to attempt to sculpt something out of the snow when she had seen Brandy make a comical 'snow dog', although Valentina did not seem to be nearly as good at it. She brushed the snow from her hands and adjusted her pants, the knees wet from being knelt down in the snow for so long. Her hands had grown numb from digging around in the snow, and she rubbed them together a few times before shoving them in her pockets and starting off towards where the rest of the pack was gathering.

Other members of the pack had already begun to gather and it was not long before her father started speaking. Valentina drew her hands from the pockets of her jacket and folded them over her chest, scarlet eyes narrowing slightly as she listened to the news.

Valentina's ears pulled back slightly, and she watched to see the reactions of the other members of the pack from her position near the back of the crowd. The hybrid was not sure what to think of the news herself, although the idea of being trapped within the borders was not one that she appreciated. Of course, she would probably not be likely to risk attack and venture outside -- then again, Valentina somehow doubted that she would be attacked while out on her own, especially if she tried to disguise herself in some way.

Her hands tightened around her arms, fingers digging into her fur. She didn't like the idea that just a few canines could seem so threatening, yet they were, and Valentina was more angry than anything that someone had threatened her pack and by extension her family, because she had a lot of siblings (thanks, Nivosus) in Sapient, too. She couldn't imagine how she would feel if anything were to happen to them.

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Maria had been whittling when she heard the call to gather. It was a foreign sound to her ears, to be interrupted from what she was doing seemed intrusive and annoying. She considered for a moment just ignoring it but the sound of paw steps down her hallway convinced her otherwise. She doubted there would be rewards to avoiding a meeting and put the bow to the side.


With a huff, she went off with the others. This was turning into quite a gathering with the entire pack here. She didn't think she had seen them all together since she had come and the amount of them was impressive. They were strong in numbers, well fed and fit. Maria felt a surge of pride in being included among this gathering. Her narrow nose pointed towards the leader as he stood, stoic, cool, and unreadable.


As he began to speak, her ears perked up. This news didn't sound very good, but he was trying to make it seem better than it was. Indeed, the news seemed very ominous. Some threatening force may be gathering out there to enact their ill will and that concerned her. It also filled her with opportunity, a chance to fight and prove herself to her new pack mate. She would need to double her practice at the bow and construct something quite impressive. Despite the grim faces of others around her, she felt inwardly jubilant.


There was no way she was going to throw away her shot. She slunk away from the crowd as it began to disperse, some had paused to discuss the events that had just transpired. Maria had something to do, she had goals to attain. She let only the slightest smile appear on her face before she left to begin her practice.

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[/html]Stubbing the cigarette out, he entered the meeting evidently a little on the later side, if the already gathered crowd was a basis to judge such things by. Registering who was present, he finally saw his mothers tense form, lingering in the background and almost out of view – given that she seemed in a less than pleasant mood, he made a point to be as far from her as possible, weaving through the ground until he was on the opposite side, settling there and awaiting for the meeting to go underway. Rubbing along the underside of his muzzle, he looked towards those gathered on the slightly raised platform, waiting to hear what this was all about.

Closing his eyes, a soft sigh escaped him as the story was laid out before him.

A conflict again, the last of which had taken his father from him. A fact, less than an actual memory, the Ahearne male having been to young to really remember or grasp what had happened during his youth. Tensing, he expected some sort yelled outrage, someone to cause a scene. Movement drew his eyes across the room, his mother leaving, yet everyone else appeared to take the news in stride, making note of the new policies and preparing to be handed the information on who these enemies were.[html]

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[/html]Dirt seemed to cling to his body, reluctant to go away no matter how much he scrubbed at it, blending in with his greyscale pelt – it wasn't that it could be seen, it was the knowing it was there that was bothering him. Since early that morning he'd been out in Oxley, working out by the forge in an attempt to just lose himself in his work. If he didn't over think things or allow distraction to take him, his productivity was impressive even to him. Ploughing through the mundane ins and outs of weapon crafting, the most profitable aspect of being a metal worker, he was at the point of tidying everything away and preparing for a lunch break when the call came out.

Knowing better than to delay his arrival extensively just to mess with his appearance, he traipsed his way along the trail that lead back to the Estate, entering through the main front doors and into the grand hall, shuffling to the side of the doors upon noticing the crowd, unwilling to weave his way through it just to be standing somewhere else; not that he cared where he stood. Looking over those gathered, he caught his son's eye, Vedetta waving softly at him as he noticed the blacksmiths attention, before facing forward towards where Nivosus stood.

Slipping hands into the pockets of his trousers, he listened through the explanation, sighing in frustration at the implications of the mess they now found themselves in. Such hostile lands these were – perhaps returning in Italy where the terrors lay in words would of be wiser, even if it was too late to change his mind now.[html]

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Lithia & Totem are present for the meeting!

The call had resonated throughout the whole structure of the house. It was hard to miss, and even harder to ignore for its urgency. Lithia met eyes with her roommate, Totem, and both rose to their feet at once. They walked together, Lithia first and Totem following, following the hall to the landing and peered over as their Sagax stood on a raised platform awaiting his following to gather round. By the time Lithia and Totem had come, there were a few that had gathered already, most likely tucked away in rooms much closer to the landing than hers. Lithia’s pink eyes rested on Nivosus, a bit of hidden concern tainting them ever so lightly. Her browse furrowed, and that’s what gave away her concern.

Once it seemed that the attendees stopped trickling in and there were a couple dozen bodies gathered around both the upstairs balconies and the landing on the first floor where Nivosus stood, he began his announcement. The words resounded in the hall, echoing from the old wooden walls, despite the physiology of the place. Lithia considered the danger they were in and wondered if there was any way that she could use this issue to her advantage. There was no way that this Sinner and Ohja could know she was a Sapien if she hid her scent… Maybe if she were to find them, she could get some information from them. She wondered if Nivosus would appreciate this… She considered asking.

He had begun passing around a paper on the first floor, and Lithia stepped from the balcony and descended the stairs to be able to read it when it came around to that side. She clutched the note gently, reading it slowly, intending to take all the information in. The tone in Nivosus’ voice suggested danger, but not a big deal, but Lithia took it in a different way. It was dangerous to those who were unaware of the trouble they could get themselves into.

Passing the letter off to the Luperci beside her, she looked up, standing directly under Totem now as he stood astute at the railing. She met eyes with him briefly, the former slave unwilling to hold her gaze for very long, and then shifted her gaze to a black and white man who stood farther away. The man had smelled like family to her, even if it was just a hint, but she had not had the pleasure to speak with him. Flicking her pink eyes back down, she ascended the stairs and walked back to her room.


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Garrett Masquerade
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  • Date: 13th Jan
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Ranty post

A pair of dark-furred males walked into the main hall. They were both tall individuals and they both had a sighthound's build, long-legged and sleek. They did have wolfish features which included their fur length and their wolflike faces that bore some features of a coyote which gave them narrower faces and slightly longer ears. They were both well-dressed and humanistic.

But their similarities stopped there.

The first one was only an inch taller than the second. His fur was a mix of chocolate hues in a brindle pattern. He bore a mask marking that covered his eyes and went along the bridge of his nose. From the dark mark gleamed a pair of peridot eyes that glinted in the light. His hair fell in front of his face, between his ears. It bore a brindle patterning and almost reached his eyes. He wore a leather jacket over a black shirt and a dark pair of jeans. Strapped to his thigh was a dagger with an intricate handle and a peridot gem in the handle.

The second male was about the same height as the first but he didn't seem to be the same weight. Unlike the chocolate brindle, he didn't have much muscle coating his frame and seemed almost sickly. He was a mixture of monochrome hues, primarily black but with white markings and grey markings in a brindle pattern. His face bore a skeletal mask, like a cranium and from which, a pair of crimson eyes gleamed. He wore an ebony trench coat over a pair of black jeans and shirt. He wore a pair of black leather gloves.

Garrett had been roused by a summoning call. Back in D.C., that normally meant a meeting of some sort and even though he hated meetings, he would have to go. He dragged Bonereaper out of their home, choosing to leave Skeiron at home since that cheetah wasn't a fan of Sapient. And with quick strides, he had made it into the meeting.

The Masquerade fighter recognized a few faces in the crowd though there were a few new ones. The man at the front seemed to be the leader and the dog warrior noticed the cat-like eyes. In D.C., the only family to have such a trait was the Panthera family. As usual, the pups from different unions went in the care of the parent that shared the most traits with the children. The Panthera had their eyes, the Masquerades had their masks, and so on. He wondered if any other families were like that.

The city boy remembered Krokar since he had met a Krokar kid named Willow a while back. It sounded like these two people, Sinner and Ohja were bad news, especially since they were planning an attack on his home. He was lucky he put in an armor order with a Krokar craftswoman. The assassin hoped that his armor would come in time for the fight.

The peridot-eyed canine listened as the serpent-eyed leader said that the descriptions of the hostiles would be circulated. He hoped that they would be detailed since he didn't want to attack the wrong person. He was starting to worry about his brothers but he hoped that they wouldn't be attacked since they weren't from Sapient.

And then the man said some other things that the brindle bastard noted. But he would be on at least half of those border patrols at least since he was an assassin.

And then a red-eyed male spoke, directing them towards the Opus tier. He was of the Opus tier and hoped that he would be able to protect his pack mates.

"Pleasure to meet you, prepare to bleed"

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Lucian was enjoying a particularly pleasant dream about Sloan when the call came. Disruptive as it was, the young Amaranthe jerked instinctively at the loud urgency of the howl and glowered into the stillness of his shared room while his body and his mind caught up with reality. Slowly, sadly, memories from his dream began to fade — its enjoyable elements replaced with worrying wonderment. Lucian couldn't remember the last time Nivosus had requested — no, demanded — his pack's attendance for an announcement. Had it been at the dawn of Sapient's last conflict? Swinging his legs over the side of his creaky, decrepit old bed, the Sodalis rubbed sleep from his eyes and tried to remember. But whether due to the sluggishness of his sleep addled brain or because he had been too young to properly remember it, Lucian simply could not recall.


With a wide yawn and absolutely no evidence of urgency, the dark hybrid lifted himself from his bed and stretched before crossing the distance to the door. Whatever it was, Lucian decided, they would deal with it. He knew the details of the last conflict, even if he had been much too young to have any personal roles in the way it played out, and trusted that Sapient could handle anything. And anyway, he thought to himself as he squeezed his palm around the handle of the door and turned the knob, it wasn't like it had to be something bad. For all he knew, Nivosus was going to tell them about a new alliance they had with another pack.


But a persistent nagging at the back of mind tickled him with uncertainty in this theory. There was something about Niv's howl that contradicted Lucian's thoughts. And, as the young man pulled the door open and stepped out into the hallway, it quickly became obvious that the persistent nagging was right.


Something was wrong.


Lucian stepped across the floor of the balcony, his pace relaxed despite the acceleration of his heart, and joined the already-considerable crowd. He crossed his arms over his chest and listened. Nivosus was first to speak, detailing the threats and laying down the rules, followed by Ardoise's request not to leave the territory. While the leaders spoke, Lucian allowed his eyes to wander. He found Dareios first and offered him a careless shrug — one that seemed to say we've done it before, we'll do it again; no big — before they sought out Sloan then passed along to his other pack mates. It seemed to Lucian as though the concern was minimal; he was quick to agree with his Sagax.


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Taylor Hayes
I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

A dark, ominous cloud had settled over the packlands, that much Taylor figured. It was hard to determine what, exactly, had set everyone on edge from simple gossip, but the wolfdog was nothing if not patient and persistent. She had gathered some information from the more loose-lipped canines that shared the pack, but most of the clues were left to guesswork and assumptions.

She had been in the lounge at the time of the call, sitting in a chair like a gargoyle watching with stone eyes over its ancient castle, thinking about the rumors running around the pack. Her ears pricked, the first part of her body to move, at the sound, the howl urgent and commanding. She doubted for a second it was even Nivosus who had called, thinking it may have been Adroise or even Shaamah, before her still form dared itself to move and followed some other packmembers to the front of the Estate.

Her olive eyes wandered over the crowd, Taylor herself staying somewhat towards the back of the group. The Sagax stood over the others on the second floor platform, looking over the faces like an eagle watching for prey. It was obvious something was wrong, for what other reason could Nivosus have gathered the pack together with such command and urgency?

As he began to speak, Taylor ran over her previous thoughts from earlier that morning. Some suspicions had been proved right, while others were far off the mark. Not that her deductive skills were that great to begin with, but still, the wolfdog disliked being anything less than satisfactory in her work. Her eyes narrowed at the mention of the two names. Not ones that she knew, but they did sound like trouble.

For now, Taylor would have to play it safe with this new threat, if it even was that. There were no proof but words and rumors to solidify hostile accusations towards Sapient. The grey-and-cream canine gave a small nod when it was said that border patrol be done in pairs at a minimum. She wasn't going to take any unnecessary risks that might put her packmates at an even greater risk. As much as she would like to still believe herself strong of body and mind, Taylor had grown far past her prime years and she could very likely be killed if allowed an unmatched fight between two younger, smarter, stronger canines like the supposed Sinner and Ohja. For now, she would keep her distance and collect information about the two accused canines.


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Shaamah gathered silently behind the two leaders, his Sagax and his Saguire, without a word after they'd left their room of discussion. He wouldn't need to stand to the fore to have his presence be seen, but he wasn't going to get in the way of Nivosus better judgement in explaining the situation to the pack. His shoulders bore the weight of an unspoken tension; something far more dense than his usual battle-forged expression that often donned his features. He was likely least happy of the three for the news and while any other wolf might be embarrassed to bring such a dark cloud down upon their lands, there wasn't any room in his mind for the thought. If these wolves were here, these wolves were threats. If they were seeking him out, without his knowledge, then they were going to plague where ever it was he kept himself. Sinner knew him to be a wolf of the pack, and probably lead this 'Ohja' to him. She certainly wasn't enough to take him down. It was unlike her to seek him out, however. The whole situation seemed unnatural to the Acredo, and his warrior's instinct was unruly as of late. Something was off, but he couldn't begin to figure out... where?

Nivosus' call rang high, and it wasn't long until the souls filed in and found their places. Naenia, Adriana, Skana, and several face's he'd not seen. Behind them, Tierney, to which he didn't offer so much as a glance to see who she was, and then to look to the next face that came in behind her. A headcount was more important than anything personal that they might, or might not, have between them, and he wasn't going to press her for an answer she wasn't willing to give. Sloan, Camellia, Leo, Taylor... Garrett. His bridge creased with the face that emerged into the room, but there wasn't a time or place here for any of that. Nivosus' voice reached above the curious legion of Sapien's before them and finally settled the confusions.

The Sagax made it a point not to incite fear, or even urgency. Shaamah didn't seem to be of the same cut as your average Sapient, so he wasn't about to offer his own words to the delicate situation until it was his time to do so. The soldier, however, couldn't hide the furious side-glance he burned into the far wall with the mention of his daughter's name. He should have broken boundaries and killed her when he had the chance, then she would not be able to play these silly games. One good thing was to come of it all, though. She wasn't allied any longer, and diplomatic immunity would no longer offer her sanctuary. If she dared to challenge Sapient, then she'd lose the time she'd stolen so long ago. To tempt a pack like Sapient, especially after what had happened in the last conflict, was a fool's errand and a death wish.

As Nivosus continued on, Shaamah's sights reached the crowd before them, once again. No one seemed excited to hear the news, but that was to be expected. That easy going tone dropped as their Sagax spoke and gave instruction to how they would operate under this threat. With that, Nivosus stepped back between the three of them, leaving Ardoise and Shaamah in the fore, the Saguire taking the initiative. Not before Shaamah grasped the accented tune of Adrianna speaking amongst her company. Shaamah knew what they wanted, certainly. His eyes glanced to the woman for only a moment, before returning to their next speaker.

Ardoise's voice offered direction, leading the rest of the Sapien's to take solace in the Opus tier, in Naenia and Shaamah as well. The Acredo nodded to Ardoise's advice, and there wasn't much more Shaamah could add without causing more chaos. He remained for a while longer, to ensure that no one needed to come to him specifically about what was going on. There wasn't a way any of them could have known his relation to Sinner, at least, and he'd rather keep it that way. Those who value family might tempt to talk her out of her decision, but now, after this mess, as long as she was alive, she was a threat. If she came this far, she must have had a card up her sleeve. This Ohja, however, was a mystery to him. He had to have something to do with all of this. Pray they were not fool enough to cross Sapient's path. The pack's wounds hadn't healed from the last time, and there wasn't any reason to think of why the Opus tier would hesitate to defend their land vigorously.
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the devil has my ear today, he promised I would

find a little solace and some piece of mind

Tzila had spent most of her day so far reviewing lists upon ledgers upon logbooks upon more lists. She trusted the Keisari and the other Sapiens to take good care of the trading outpost, but there were some things that needed to go through someone back in Sapient proper. And she'd be damned if she didn't comb through most of the paperwork on her own before passing it by the higher ups. Check for mistakes and smaller decisions she could advise on. She may still be young but she was far from inexperienced, and with the help of the shrewd dog sisters, they wouldn't go astray. The Domus learned more and more every day thanks to the letters exchanged and conversations shared with the others in Portland. More and more she was convinced of her own skills and dependability. More and more her ambition grew deep in her chest, a different but familiar type of hunger.

And here she was carrying the large reviewed ledger, with its separated folder, in her arms, looking for Ardoise when Nivosus's howl echoed across the halls and reached her ears. The serious tone of it made her freeze on the spot, turning so suddenly towards the source that some of her hair whipped against her cheek. It wasn't often she heard such an authoritative note in the Sagax's voice, and it gave her a queasy feeling deep in her gut; whatever it was he had to say, must be very serious indeed.

Not pausing in her dorm to put down the books, she hurried across the halls as much as she could while weighted down, but she arrived with decent timing. Many had already gathered in the main hall, their three leaders in the divergence of the stairs to the second floor. She didn't bother pushing her way through the crowd, not with the cargo she was carrying, and instead perched by one of the walls, supporting the weight against her tilted hips.

The news were grave indeed. The one saving grace she could think of was that the Keisari and the others had left some days ago already, the recent letter said that they arrived safe and sound, save a few chilled toes. At least they would be far from all this mess, and these... mongrels wouldn't interfere with her plans for the outpost. She was also glad that she chose not to go with them either; at least from here she could keep a better eye on things as well as help protect her pack. Tzila was no warrior, true, but she could borrow her daggers and her bow to protect her mates and their lands. She could patrol, she could track their movements, dealing with loners and wanderers in her trading trips had taught her how to do it. And Lorea was fast and sure on her feet, if a bit rebellious with the reins. She could help out, would help, however she could.

She listened to the murmur of the crowd after the news, and noticed a note being passed around the crowd. The likeness of the culprits, no doubt. The Domus waited out against the wall for the note to reach her, let some of the crowd slip away to wherever they aimed to go. Patience. She had plenty of that, and she could wait to talk to Naenia about this, to offer her help to the Primor should she desire to use her skills. Yellow eyes scanned the crowd and found Lithia with Totem, and spared a thought to what her sister might do, and decided she'd ask about it another time. But later. Now, she needed to see Naenia and hopefully get a moment of Ardoise's and Nivosus' time to talk of the ledgers. They were starting to get really heavy, and she'd rather get them out of the way as soon as possible. They all had other things to deal with now.

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One black tipped ear twitched in recognition and annoyance as Nivosus’ howl cut through the quiet of her room. As Salvatrice was currently lounging on one of the overstuffed armchairs secluded away inside her room, a book in one hand and a mostly-drained glass of wine in the other, it was quite the unwelcome sound to be hearing.


Maledizione, what are they up to now?” she griped, glaring at the room’s door out of the corner of her eye as though this were its fault. Even with the major project that had taken up so much of her time the past few months now finally complete and put onto the shelves of Sapient’s library - something that still gave Salvatrice a little tingle of happiness every time she retrieved the music book from the shelf to look over - sitting down with some wine and a good fiction book was still a rare treat.When Salvatrice did get some reading time lately, it was usually the library science books that she was reading over to get more ideas for whatever her next conversion project would be. Still, the howl had carried an uncharacteristic note of command to it, and none of the frivolity that Salvatrice tended to associate with the chaos no synonymous with Sapient.


Giving the door one last slanted look, Salvatrice sighed and tipped her head back to down the last of her wine, replacing the book on her pile of library books - ordered and kept very carefully until she finished and returned them, lest she invoke Tzila’s ire if the books were damaged or misplaced - and rose from her chair with just a slight wobble to her balance. Ears peaking in curiosity she wandered down the now-empty halls of the estate, emerging into the main room just before Nivosus began talking. Muzzle tweaking into a faint smile at the unusual sight of the scruffy leader standing their so serious, Salvatrice perched herself leaning against a wall at the back of the room and watched.


As Nivosus spoke Salvatrice’s good cheer, and the pleasant buzz from the wine, quickly disappeared to be replaced by a cold chill that ran down her spine. Despite Nivosus’ casual display, Salvatrice listened to the actual words and didn’t like what she was hearing. Two people with a grudge could quickly become much more than that if they had charisma, and the means to compel others. At least the leadership was acknowledging that potential. The rest of Nivosus’ speech - Travel restrictions and the expulsion of guess - slid past Salvatrice’s ears like sand. Common sense most of it. Most of her attention was focused inwards.


Goddammit, this was just what she needed, some arseholes threatening the pack.It was hard enough keeping things rosy and clean with her father as it was but with this… Almost unbidden her eyes drifted over to Naenia, lingering on the golden-haired woman for a while before dropping to the floor as Salvatrice thought. She had made a promise to Naenia, that is Sapient were truly in danger she wouldn’t hold back, she would reveal herself and do her duty to her home. But, if her father found out what she had hidden from him…


Quietly cursing herself, outwardly doing little more than processing Nivosus’ words quietly, Salvatrice internally warred with herself while the meeting raged on around her.



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OOC - I am finally here. A Sybil reply will be coming shortly after this one. Promise. +600 words.


ONLY A FEW FIND THE WAY, SOME DON'T RECOGNIZE IT WHEN THEY DO, SOME DON'T WANT TO


Miwa hadn't paid much attention to matters going on in the pack. Everything seemed to be relatively fine. Her attention had to be focused on her sons. They were getting older and would need to be able to take care of themselves. Within another couple of months they would all be shifting. Then it would be time for them to begin their journey into adulthood. Kaimu still seemed to excell past his brothers, drawing up frustration in his mother. She wanted to ignore all of it, bring up the skills in her other two sons, but no matter how much she tried to push the dark pup away, he only pushed back harder. When would he finally get it through his thick skull that he would never be good enough for her? Then again, he was still young. He would finally understand once he was older.

Just as she had returned the boys to her room from their lesson, her head turned to the side as she heard the summoning from Nivosus. All three of her sons heard the call too, but there was no need for them to get worked up over something like this. If there was anything important to mention to them, then she could easily bring it back to them from this summons. Instructing them to stay where they were, the dark woman stepped outside of her room, turning her head over her shoulder as she made her way towards the source. Kaimu had been known for sneaking out behind her. He was too attached to her for his own good.

As the Itō woman finally arrived to the place where the call had rung out. It only made sense that she was one of the later members to arrive among the group. Pups were a hassle to a mother, but soon enough she could return to her normal routine.

Miwa's ears and head turned up as Nivosus began to speak. He explained that there had been word from Krokar about two figures that showed clear signs of wishing to bring harm to those in Spaient. Well at least now if Kaimu decided not to listen to her then he would be sure to pay for it, not that she cared all that much for that risk. Her other sons were still at risk if these individuals were spotted inside of Sapient's lands. For the time being, it would likely be best to make sure they stayed strictly around the estate. Their mother in turn would have to take up her Opus duties once more.

The leader made it clear what would be expected of them, and if she was going to regain some of her tarnished reputation, then she would have to follow these orders. She was not afraid of these mentioned names, but in the case they were built like say Shaamah, then she would be in trouble taking on those like that by herself. For the sake of herself and the rest of the pack, it was best not to step out of line.

Amethyst eyes gazed around the room, looking to the rest of the members of the pack. Most of them remained silent after Nivosus had backed down from him speech. Some had spoken up in exclimation about the news, but there was nothing she needed to say about this. Offering a nod forward, her arms crossed, relaxing her body while she waited to see if there was anything more to this meeting before she would need to head back to her room. This was definantly something she would need to bring back to the boys.


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Sybil could feel the pains growing inside of her more and more as the days went on. There were days now where she didn't even feel like getting up or leaving her room, even though she knew she had to. Quin had to be informed about this, but all of her searches had been coming up with nothing so far. On the flip side of all this, she still had her own tasks to take care of. Someone was bound to notice. Guess the one she did try to avoid was her own father. Funny how things worked out in the end. He didn't want her getting knocked up, but here she was. She was free to live her own life, but now he would have to deal with the fact that he was going to become a grandparent. Boy that would be some shocking news.

The coyote girl's ears turned to the sound of the call coming from downstairs. Of all the times for Nivosus to call everyone together. She pushed herself up from her bed, making her way over to the door. Even with these simple movements she could feel the movement inside of her, causing her to feel light-headed as well as even more sick. It was going to take her some time just to even make it downstairs.

Upon her arrival, it seemed like most, if not all of Sapient had already been here. At least this would make things easier for her to just fall back into the shadows.. or rather the crowd. If her father was calling everyone together, it was likely that he wouldn't pay too much attention to his pregnant daughter, at least not enough to call her out on it in front of everyone. Surely he would know at some point though.

Sybil turned her head up to her father as he began to speak. If she wasn't sick enough then she could feel more brewing in her stomach. The idea of there being those who would wish to bring harm to members of Sapient would make her searching come to a complete halt. Not only that, if she were forced to be put in the line of fire.. or rather in the heat of the battle, she would not only be putting herself at risk, but now her unborn children as well. What was she to do?

The coyote girl took her father's warning to heart. She would rather avoid all of this, but there was a great chance she was going to have to get her hands dirty. This was a very bad situation. Sinking back down among some of the taller pack members, she leaned over, huffing a bit before she straightened back up. She really hoped there wouldn't be much more to this gathering so she could retreat back to her room.


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