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Sat Mar 11, 2017 9:50 pm
A small shape walked along the outskirts of the human city known as Amherst. She had an exotic look, one that seemed very much like a fox or coyote; a fusion of those if that could exist. She was small, shorter than average. She had a long, bushy tail that seemed like a fox's but, she also had long legs that were unlike a fox's and seemed more coyote-esque. She had long ears that were coyote-like but her muzzle didn't taper. She was a jackal, something that was quite rare in 'Souls.
Her fur was a mixture of monochrome hues. Her fur was as silver as snow, almost white in color; like the moonlight. Running down her back was a darker saddle, an attribute given to her by her jackal ancestry. Scattered through the grey were black hairs that seemed like something from her mixed jackal blood. The tip of her tail was white, like a fox. Her eyes were two different shades of green that spoke of the greener times. Her left eye was lighter than the right, a trait she shared with her sibling.
She wore clothing due to the drop of wolf blood doing nothing to give her even a slightly thicker coat. She wore a moss-green anorak with a fur-lined hood. Under the coat she wore a long-sleeved shirt to provide even more protection from the cold. She also wore a pair of jeans to protect her legs. A grey and white scarf was wrapped around her neck to add even more protection. Around her neck was also a wooden pendant that was the shape of a crescent moon.
Avinalora didn't know why she didn't go to Amherst often. She didn't mind living in houses; she actually prefered living in houses to caves. But there was something about Amherst, maybe it was the buildings. Or maybe it was the fact that there might be a few unsavory individual living in the city. Adrian had lived in the human relic for a bit and said that it was fine. But the vixen just didn't feel comfortable in there. But, she was curious today.
Tue Mar 14, 2017 7:31 pm
Thu Mar 16, 2017 12:43 am
Avinalora's ears twitched as she heard something. She could hear what sounded like two people. The wind was against her today as it blew her scent towards them instead of blowing it towards her. She didn't like not knowing about strangers, she could have been mistaken and end up walking towards a bear or something. She couldn't learn anything about the beings she was going to meet and that scared the vixen. She wasn't fast, nor could she fight which made detection of possible threats important to her. She also was nearly blind which made scent all the more important for her.
The fox maiden didn't stop walking, though. They already had her scent by now and there was a chance that there would be a peaceful interaction if she just kept calm. Last time she had freaked out and over-reacted, she had almost met her death. The Anatheman healer hoped Morai would be kind to her today.
A voice called out to the moonlit medic. The voice had an accent that she recognized after her sister had taught her, it was French. She didn't know much about other languages, if she could she would learn. But, she didn't have much access to bilingual people so that was out for her. The tone was masculine and sounded friendly. The voice put the people to her left and not very far away. The silver lady turned so that her good side would be able to see them.
The wind was in the moon-washed maiden's favor and shifted to allow their scents to come to her. Two males that were Luperci and of dog ancestry. They seemed to be loners, lacking a pack scent. Before the attacks, she liked meeting loners, having been one herself, but now she was a bit wary but didn't show it.
They were tall, from what the monochrome fox could see. One was of lighter hues and the other one was darker colored. They both seemed humanized, standing in Optime and clothed. She didn't feel that they were going to harm her, but she slowed her pace to a stop before replying.
"Greetings." The winter wraith replied.
|Forgot to add she was walking! Made the assumption they were to the left of her and clothed||WORD COUNT|
Thu Mar 16, 2017 6:05 pm
Fri Mar 17, 2017 12:20 pm
Avinalora smelled two scents, but she could only see the dark haired one. But, she could make out lighter hues behind the dark one. The light one was afraid of her? They were a lot bigger than her and she wasn't the most threatening of creatures. This confused the vixen greatly, but she didn't let her confusion show. The light-haired and dark-haired reminded the her of her sister and she, except she wouldn't be cowering behind Adrian. Maybe the guy was afraid of jackals? She couldn't imagine someone being afraid. Wary, she could get. The fox maiden had faced prejudice before, but never fear.
"I'm from a bit down south." The moonlit jackal said in response to the man's question. She didn't know if the two knew about Anathema. Unlike some people, she wouldn't hide her affiliation with the "dark pack". She would defend her pack and choice, though she didn't know how to defend other than with words. She knew that there were many with prejudice against Anathema, she had faced that before.
"So what brings you two here to Amherst?" The monochrome fox asked. The two smelled similar, but she didn't know if they were brothers or something. They seemed like brothers, they smelled alike but their fur color. She knew that there could be dark and light siblings, she and her sister were totally different colors, but had similar build. Maybe it was the same for them?
The winter wraith was still confused about the light one. She smelled fear coming off of him which was something she wasn't used to. She wouldn't ask about him, it would be insulting and rude. She tried to act as if she was talking to two people, her eyes gazing at both of them. But, she acted as if she was talking to two normal people.
|Oh, okay!||WORD COUNT|
Sat Mar 18, 2017 6:00 pm
Fri Mar 24, 2017 9:26 pm
The light one's fear scent was really putting her off. She had never had this much fear directed at her; she was shorter than the guy's shoulder and weighed a lot less than him. She could deal with prejudice, but fear was a whole new experience for her. The vixen had always been someone that wasn't intimidating. She was tiny and had no real offensive or defensive capabilities other than her words. But this guy was acting like she was a wolf-bear.
The dark one spoke again. He didn't seem to know what the city was called. So they were new to the land it seemed. The fox maiden remembered when she was new to Nova Scotia and how she had to figure out what was what. That was a long time ago for her. When Jarix was with her. When Midnight Shores was still around. She shouldn't be thinking about that. It would being back too many painful memories for her.
"So, you're looking for a pack or something?" The monochrome fox asked. She didn't know if they were traders or just loners. But most Luperci joined a pack since it was harder surviving with only two people. She had been there and had quite the encounter with another guy whom reacted fiercely towards her. Maybe if she had been in a pack, maybe that wouldn't have happened.
Tue Mar 28, 2017 8:30 pm
Sun Apr 09, 2017 1:10 pm
Avinalora remembered when she had been a loner with Jarix. They had talked to as many loners as possible, trying to figure out which pack they would join. They preferred talking to loners since there was a less chance they would be biased, And now these two brothers were doing the same thing. She just hoped they wouldn't try visiting every single pack like the weirdo she had met planned to. They seemed sensible at least.
The fox maiden wasn't very biased about packs, except for her dislike for Casa di Cavalieri and Cour des Miracles. But she wouldn't try to sway them away from those packs, or sway them towards her own. She knew that they wouldn't fit into Inferni, but that still left a lot of other options for the pair. She didn't know how well they would fit into Salsola, though. She would think that they would fit well into any other pack, though. They had a lot of options, more than the pair of jackals had.
And then the dark one asked if the moon-washed medic was a local. She was a local, though sometimes, she didn't feel like she was. She didn't know much of the land, having been bound to a small expanse of area because of her bad leg. She hadn't gone very far past the peninsula. But the waif was technically a local, having spent more than six moons in 'Souls.
"Yeah, I guess I am." The monochrome fox said. She didn't know if they wanted information, but she was willing to give it if they needed it. "Any questions?"
|Sorry for the wait and the assumptions about Ansel!~||WORD COUNT|
Sun Apr 16, 2017 10:52 am