A New World

Aelcrest Shore | Ortus Role-Play

POSTED: Mon Mar 10, 2014 8:05 pm

» Xander

The sand was soft and welcoming, it wasn’t hot but it wasn’t cold either, it was the perfect medium as the wind whispered across the shore and kicked up a few gains in its merry stroll; the sky above was a beautiful water colour canvas of blue with wispy white clouds decorating its border, as two chocolate brown eyes scanned the wide and vast shore line he took a minute to appreciate the beauty which consumed him. He had traveled here with a companion, a female named Cyndral; they had been traveling together for a few months now, although the days turned quickly into night and he had found it difficult to remember just how long he had been running away from his past. It appeared to be getting easier, they had settled down in a pack which was known as New Dawn and here they were still exploring the edges of the lands, really putting their prints on their new home. They had not accomplished much, in his eyes, since they had been here, other than being accepted into the pack, this in itself was an extraordinary leap in the right direction for him, wanting to find a new home and become an asset to the Alphas and the pack that they had created; now he just needed to find his muse here. Fishing was his sport but protecting and fighting was his skill set, one that had been drummed into him as soon as he was able to stand, this had helped him to survive as a loner right up to the second that he crossed paths with the brown female he now journeyed with.

His brow tipped ears flicked to attention on top of his smooth skull, his charcoal nose pointing from left to right before stepping into the centre of the shore, his mind now occupied with the water which lapped at the sand, carefully dragging the gains back into a prison beneath the waves; he felt that this land offered peace and harmony, maybe his skill set would not be needed here but at least he felt that he had found a place to maybe, retire? Shaking his large, thick skull he almost laughed at himself before looking down to his right paw, his elongated fingers laced around the stick which he had constructed and made into a long handle for his spear; the spear tip was made from ivory; bone from one of his kills. His thick tail swept from one side to the other as he drew in a deep breath, his powerful muscles working under his thin layer of fur as the wind combed its fingers through it, his five coloured coat mixing together, blurring their lines as he allowed the water to lick his toes, the cool sensation causing a shiver to race up his spine; some of his fur standing on end around his nape.

Sometimes, you’re a real thorn in my side” he announced loudly, his deep vocals erupting the silence which had hung between them for a few moments now, assuming that Cyndral was still standing close enough to hear “Other times you present yourself as a true ally” he teased, a smirk gracing his young features as a smooth chuckle leaked from his slightly parted lips. His eyes darted along the crystal clear surface of the waters as he ventured deeper into the sea, allowing the water to engulf his legs and race up to his thighs as he rose his spear into the air, the ivory tip angled downwards, towards the waters, waiting for his perfect time to strike.

More times than none, you’re the thorn” he spoke once again, this could have been taken in many different ways, outsiders to their friendship may have thought that he was being rude and simply, spiteful, however he knew in Cyndral’s eyes that this was playful mocking and the words that left his throat were some of the nicer things that he had said to her since they decided to walk the path to New Dawn, together. As the world around him went silent once more, he felt he could feel his heart beating in his ears, causing his ears to twitch and flick backwards towards his skull. There wasn’t even a heartbeat that could match the sudden speed of his strike towards the sea, the spear piercing the top layer of water with ease as his spear shot down and pierced a fish that had been adventuring a little too close to the shore line. With a proud look on his features he straightened his stance and rolled his muscular shoulders backwards, his spear lifting from the water as the fish laid limp on the end – the water glistened here, something he hadn’t seen for a long time, the small droplets which fell and returned to the sea all had that same glitter of beauty as he turned to now face the shore.

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Ashley
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POSTED: Mon Mar 10, 2014 10:58 pm

+3OOC: Here, have an alcoholic Ciara. =) Welcome to ND!

Ciara was on the shore, one of her favorite haunts, looking out over the ocean and relaxing with a bottle in her hand. Once again she was wearing the black cloak she’d taken to using, the whiskey in her hand almost like an accessory to the makeshift ‘outfit’ she had. Normally, at least up until recent weeks, Ciara was all wolf. She acted like a non-Luperci, had for most of her life, but something was changing in her and she wasn’t quite sure whether or not she liked it.

She was calm for once, not tormented by the depression she’d been battling for months on end. Her pups were off having a time together, hunting and honing their skills, no doubt. It was more than likely what Ciara should be doing, but she couldn’t train constantly. Her muscles were back in form again and she was sleek, beautiful really as she lazed against the sand. Her morning had been taken up with training, border-watching and a few quick rounds of breakfast and lunch via a nest of baby lemmings.

Now, she could sit back with the whiskey and zone out again. If she went too long without it she found herself growing sad and desperate, but with the booze all was well. A smile even graced her lips as she closed her eyes, tawny ears flicking atop her head. She could hear paws crunching against the sand, knew that the two new wolves who’d joined New Dawn were exploring her beach – at least, she considered it her beach.

Not wanting to move, as she was comfy as all hell, the ex-Beta opened her eyes and turned her head in the direction of the two. She let out a quick bark, letting them know she was up on the sandy knoll watching them. From a distance she judged them, taking in their size and perceived strength, determining whether or not they’d make it in the pack. She slowed her gaze on the female, trying not to sigh – there were too many females in the pack, now. There had been, before Cyndral had arrived. Oh well she thought. Just something else for Altair to grump about.

With a smile she lifted her arm as the two grew closer, calling out.

“Hey, you two. I’m Ciara. Welcome to the pack.”

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POSTED: Tue Mar 11, 2014 1:52 pm

Take a walk by my side and together,
We will be lost in the memories of time
Cyndral
Cyndral had followed behind her companion, tuning out his chatter and babbling what seemed like ages ago. She had instead taken to observing her surroundings, taking in the smells of the trees of the grasses and now of the water rolling in and kissing her toes. It was then she noticed Xander had taken to silence and she found this a bit odd but was certain he too had found himself lost in the majesty of their surroundings. The water mirrored the sky, or perhaps it was the sky mirroring the water, in either case it was lovely with a gentle warm breeze sending tendrils of hair dancing to her side. Cyndral and Xander had been accepted into this peaceful seeming place not long ago and yet time had escaped her and she could not place an exactness to the acceptance. They had been granted freedom to come and go and it had not taken long for them to do just that.
Thoughts of being useful, of proving she could be quite the asset to this new home flooded her mind. She wanted to prove her worth but had yet to sort out a way, and yet she had. Time, it would simply take time and she knew it. Golden eyes darted this way and that, taking in her surroundings and finally landing on her companion’s masculine frame. They had spent a good many months traveling side by side and as much as she hated to admit it she enjoyed the company and though they bickered often it was almost a game, who would have the last word or who would have the most cutting phrase. There was never a clear winner or loser but it was a never ending game and Cyndral assumed there would never be a winner, one of them would insist it had been them and the game would resume.
She was drawn back to the present moment by the sound of his rumbling voice, a pitch that to others may be considered soothing and it possessed a depth to it that was enough to engulf but not quite deep enough to drown. If he weren’t constantly playing their little game he might actually be enjoyable to listen to! And there it was, the game, a thorn this time he called her and she’d be glad to show him just what a thorn she could be. ”And what a lucky fellow you are to have stepped on me. Careful though, get too attached and you may find yourself infected by my awesomeness.” She smirked wickedly, shooting him a glance. It was only moments later that he speared himself a meal and it took all her strength not to roll her eyes at his showing off, or at least what she would class as showing off. Two could play that game. With fluidity that mimicked the water’s waves rolling in before them, she pulled her bow from it’s place, slung across her back, and with it an arrow from her quiver to which she had attached rope for just such a hunt as this. The arrow aligned snuggly with the bow, the wire pulled tight behind it, she took a deep breath and upon releasing the spent air from her lungs she freed the arrow from it’s perch atop her fingers. It could be seen for only a flash before it plunged into the depths, finding its home through the side of a reasonably sized fish. She couldn’t be sure of the type, fish wasn’t exactly her thing but she was slowly learning from Xander as much as she hated to admit it. With a few quick tugs on the rope, which had been tied to the band holding her quiver to her body, her prey was in her hands, the fight gone from it the silver and pinkish speckled creature lay nearly motionless, its gills spreading and closing furiously at first but growing more labored and slow until at last there remained absolutely no motion at all.
”Ya Know Xander, I think mine is bigger than yours.” Her smile grew though she was uncertain if he would take the bait. Changing her tone to that of seriousness an expression of curiousity over took her features. ”Do you think we should take some pack for other? I don’t know exactly how many we’d be attempting to feed or even if anyone would want fish but I feel a degree of rudeness being so new here and taking so freely whatever I want without giving back. Then again that is the biggest problem with being new isn’t it?” Cyndral’s gaze traveled form the fish in her hand to the rolling waves from which she had plucked her meal. How many were there in this pack? Many scents had found their way into her nostrils but she had not met any new “family” she hoped to though. The thought had barely escaped her mind when the sound of a high bark reached her ears, as if with a mind of their own they swiveled and spun attempting to locate where the sound had originated from. Cyndral had done just that when the dark figured female up the hill called out a welcome, issuing her name as Ciara. Lifting a free arm she waved back, choosing not to call out in return until Xander had a chance to acknowledge their previously unseen company.
Until we arrive at Heaven's doors

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POSTED: Tue Mar 11, 2014 4:06 pm

» Xander

He had, of course, been boosting ever so lightly about his newest catch, the fish still hanging limply on the end of his spear as he waded back through the water to the shores edge, his ears flicking forward as he rose one leg and shook out the water which desperately clung to his fur before turning his attention to the other leg and doing the same with that, he didn’t mind water but it coupled with sand? It wasn’t his favourite to have all in his fur and itching his skin. The sun drummed down onto the back of his skull, his darker fur soaking up its warmth and cascading this down his spine before he visibly shivered, allowing the fur along his shoulders to wave with his shake, the colours soaking in to one another once more before resting neatly along his shoulders and down his back; he felt a little out of place here, maybe it was his past and his background that made him question the silence and peace that these lands and the pack had to offer but he did have a problem with switching off his dominate, protective senses that always sound as alarm bells in his mind.

He wondered what he was missing, back home, wondering if the pack had fallen or if it was still going strong? Maybe it was, he couldn’t see how, their tactics were ungodly but he imagined that the new whelps in the pack wouldn’t know any different, like he hadn’t until he met Cyndral. Thinking about their meeting made a smile to rise to his smooth features, they hadn’t met on good terms; in fact she had pointed that arrow at his heart before deciding that he would not hurt her; it was strange but he imagined that all the wolves he hoped to meet would treat him with the same greeting – but alas, they weren’t Cyndral and they weren’t paranoid about their safety. His chocolate gaze swept back towards Cyndral, whose toes were being licked by the water as she took her shot; her arrow darting into the sea before snagging something; he didn’t like the idea of fighting from afar, he could see why others opted for this but he preferred to be a little more close and personal in his fights, he was a grand fighter with his spear, it was an addition to him, some had their children – Xander had his spear.

Awesomeness?” he quoted her, his response was delayed however he was debating whether to push it or not, deciding to give her a break in his playful mocks he just laughed to her, she had a way to make him chuckle even if she said nothing – it was just her; he felt that they could communicate through looking at each other alone, they had travelled together, hunted together and shared caves, they were closer than it appeared however he would never admit to her that he considered her a friend. Once more she stole his attention from his thoughts, her mocking tones ringing clearly through his brown tipped ears before he merely shook his head, rising a finger towards her and allowing this to move left and right in a teasing manner as he allowed a few ‘tuts’ to escape his throat. “I admit that I do not mimic your hunting skills with land animals, however you do not truly believe that you are a better fisherman than I?” he questioned her, his hand moving to his chest as he mocked a shock look, his jaws parting as his eyes widened slightly. He wasn’t able to keep this expression for long, he soon began to laugh as he removed the fish from the spear and inspected it, his eyes darting to hers to ensure that his was indeed the bigger fish, however he would need to venture back into the waters to win this battle; as a male, he rarely won these games and the mini-arguments that they had encountered on their journey to New Dawn. Xander often grew bored with her fights and allowed her to win with a simple, dismissive wave of his hand and closing his eyes to ensure her that he was not listening to her anymore; most of the time his cocky attitude backfired and he later regretted it.

He hadn’t heard the bark, it must have been when he was boosting about his catch, however when Cyndral waved his eyes followed its direction and located the other female; how did he not notice that she too was on this beach? Clearly his mind had been fast tracked to fishing and he hadn’t secured the area correctly; maybe he was becoming lazy knowing that now he was a part of a peaceful family. As she called out to them and introduced himself, his eyes waved between Cyndral and Ciara, unsure of what to do until he noticed at how tightly wound his friends lips were; it looked as if he was going to have to take the lead on this one, ‘Thanks Cyndral’ his mind spoke, allowing this thought to be taken over by the new female’s name, Ciara repeating in his memory like a broken record before he decided to open his lips, “Greetings Ciara, thank you for your welcome!” he called back to her, offering a slight wave of his paw, the fish which was held in it flapping from left to right; its scales shining in the sunlight as it waved.

His eyes returned to Cyndral as soon as he dropped his arm back to his side, “I think we should venture closer” he announced to her, he didn’t much like shouting over to the female, he felt it made it impersonal and somewhat rude, they should introduced themselves correctly and to do this they needed to actually walk closer. His paws moved his body across the beach, the sand sticking between his slightly wet toes as he imagined that Cyndral wouldn’t be too far behind him. His tail flicked from left to right as he coyly ventured closer, now that he was in comfortable speaking distance he looked over the female, noting the bottle in her hand and the cloak she opted to wear; he preferred to be without garments but he imagined that clothing called out to more than a handful of wolves, “That’s better” he mused, a warm smile licking his lips once more as his mocking tones left his system and his voice gained a more serious tone, “My name is Xander” he introduced himself, bowing his head slightly to the lazing female.

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Ashley
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POSTED: Wed Mar 12, 2014 12:06 am

+3OOC: I've got nothing on your word count, ladies. Impressive!

The first of the pair to recognize her was the female, who gave a wave but said nothing. Ciara, quite the vocal wolf herself found this to be an odd thing, but she wasn’t going to announce that. An awkward moment of silence passed between the two females as neither spoke, and the two-toned female felt as if she might be in the process of being judged by the other. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips, glancing to the male with the fish in his hand when he finally realized she was there and turned around to inspect her from afar.

“Of course,” she called back, when Xander thanked her for welcoming them. She had her hands in the sand behind her, about to propel herself upward to move over to them, when Xander beat her to the punch and started towards her instead. As he moved the sunlight sparked off the scales on the fish, causing it to glint in his hand. She’d never eaten fish herself, silly considering how much time she spent on the beach. Even when she’d travelled to Nova Scotia from Newfoundland and wandered the coast line for days she’d go into the woods to find a chipmunk at least.

As the male moved closer she kept her eyes on the fish, wondering how one was supposed to eat it and imagining all the thin, tiny bones that would get caught in her throat. Finally he came close enough that she could get a good look at him, noting the various colours of his pelt and the muscles beneath. She saw the way he looked at the bottle in her hand and found herself tucking it behind her, once again feeling ashamed of having the drink in her presence. She wasn’t positive where this shame came from, but it was only there when she was caught drinking in the presence of others.

“Xander, that’s a fine name,” she said, glancing to the female and waiting to be introduced.

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Candace
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POSTED: Wed Mar 12, 2014 1:45 pm

Take a walk by my side and together,
We will be lost in the memories of time
Cyndral
Like Xander, Cyndral preferred to make her greetings eye to eye within close range so that it could be done in a whisper should the parties so choose to, shouting just seemed so insincere and rude. Having traveled with Xander for a few months and encountering others in that time she knew full well he would bring them closer to the female so that proper introductions could be made and she was glad to see her faith in him had not been falsely placed. She followed behind her companion, closely but not within one another’s personal space, she was used to walking behind him by now but it was fairly common for the both of them to take turns in the lead. She was quite glad for this as she would have refused to be positioned anywhere less than his equal, a pride issue of sorts she had sported for as long as she could remember. As he walked she could see the ripples of his moving muscles through his thick fur which had begun to thin in preparation for the coming warmth as her own pelt had begun. It wasn’t often that she paid attention to his physical being, her only true concern was that he was in good shape and unharmed and he had yet to fail her in this.
Aside from their first meeting that is, the first time she had her bow on him she only lowered it because there had been an open wound upon his arm. Xander had always assumed she lowered her aim because she thought him not a threat but in all truth she lowered it because she had been raised to never fight a wounded opponent, less of a challenge and what not. The gentle breeze brushing past their bodies snagged a loose tuft of fluff from her shoulder and sent it spiraling out over the wind bringing her attention back from their first meeting to this new first meeting. The thought of the both of them having arrived to this new place before either of them became a patchy mess was both comforting and amusing to her and she was unable to keep the smile from her lips. The sound of sand crunching and compacting below their feet was broken by the sound of voices completing a proper introduction.
She had heard the female’s name from where she had stood but just barely over the tides running in and out just beside them, Ciara. It was a lovely name and this female seemed lovely enough to match, though something about her gave off a feeling of being out of sorts. Not knowing her at all she reminded herself to simply wait and see though she suspected it was the dark cloak that draped around Ciara that gave Cyndral this impression. Cyndral stopped in her tracks having caught up to Xander and his discussion with Ciara seemed to be nearing an end, she was preparing her thoughts in her mind when the scent of alcohol reached her nostrils. They flared uncontrollably out of shear surprise but she managed to keep her face soft and as pleasant as was possible for her, the smile from the amusing thought still clinging to her lips. Cyndral had tried a drink of alcohol and had to admit it was fairly tasty but the feeling that overcame her felt confining and made her feel vulnerable, because of this she had sworn off any further experimenting with the stuff. Maybe someday she’d give it another go, once she found a place to be settled into fully.
She realized a silence had taken over the conversation, her queue to speak, if not for her fur a blush could have been clearly seen growing on her cheeks as she rushed to fill the silence for fear of seeming rude. ”Hello Ciara, my name is Cyndral. I was just thinking on how much I would like to meet some of our new pack mates when I heard your bark, you have fantastic timing.” Very hopeful to start off her new life here in a good fashion, so many times before her seemingly cold exterior got her run out of a pack and she was hoping to avoid repeating this experience. The thought that perhaps she would be asked to leave crossed her mind and she couldn’t help but to wonder if she were run out would Xander come with her or cut his losses? She couldn’t say she could blame him should he choose to cut his loses, but that’s not to say that she wouldn’t. Though he was annoying at times and a bit too happy, if it’s even possible to be too happy, she had grown to enjoy his companionship. Feeling as though something was missing from her introduction she put her hand out to Ciara, hoping by extending it for a friendly shake she would be making a good impression.
‘With my luck handshakes are considered a threat here…’ she thought to herself, rolling her eyes to herself in her own mind but making sure to not actually complete the gesture for the others to see. Cyndral watched Ciara closely for any signs or queues that she had made a misstep in their greeting but things had gone quite smoothly for Xander, they always did, so perhaps she could escape this first meeting without committing social suicide. So much thinking on being social made her question when she cared so much and the first answer to come to mind was since Xander showed up, yup, had to be his fault. Wishing to point this out to him and start another challenge but knowing now was not the time her smile grew as she tucked away this little bit of knowledge for another time.
Until we arrive at Heaven's doors

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POSTED: Wed Mar 12, 2014 4:44 pm

» Xander

ooc: Thank you! Argh. I feel like I rambled in this one though, sorry!

Once they were face to face his chocolate brown eyes took note of her interactions, she seemed somewhat, unsure – maybe it was because they were new or perhaps they had intruded on some reflection time for her, of course the bottle in her hand made questions swarm his mind; he had never tried this strange liquid and he was not about to start now. He lived on a diet of meat, fish and water. As primitive as that seemed it allowed him to remain in shape and not a day past where he wasn’t training or doing some sort of strenuous activity – in a nut shell, he was not the time to stand still for long and allow things to come to him, he made it happen and knew that Cyndral shared the same line of thought, she too was an active and physically fit wolf.

When Ciara complimented his name he offered her a genuine, kind smile, his eyes glued to hers as he nodded just the once to her, “Thank you” he spoke, it was rare that he received compliments, not matter how small, he didn’t really know how to respond or take it, let alone rebuttle and through a compliment back to the source. He had little interactions with flirtatious characters, he felt that should one be around him and purposely trying to seduce him that he wouldn’t see it, he was almost one hundred percent sure that he would, quite literally need the wolf to paint him a picture to indicate what they were after; this line of thought, of course caused a chuckle to rise to his throat and slip through his slightly parted lips – he always seemed to chuckle at the wrong moments too, when others around him wouldn’t really know why.

As Cyndral then spoke, his eyes turned to her, his head turning to give her the full attention that one speaking should receive, he didn’t like the leave others out and felt that eye contact was the best way for them to know that he was sincerely interested in what they were saying; he was a proper and well-mannered wolf. Once Cyndral had introduced herself he allowed his eyes to dance back to the other female, contemplating on what to say before finally thinking that the best thing to speak about was the one thing they all had in common; New Dawn. Silently he hoped that Ciara would be able to provide him with some answers, he had a few questions he wanted to have aired but didn’t want to speak directly to the Alpha’s about this, knowing that his name was not well enough known to question them on their security.

Ciara,” he started with her name, his eyes were almost tunnel visioned on hers, maybe this could be taken as intimidating nature but alas it was not intended to surface in that manner, “I’ve noticed that here, everyone seems at peace and that the lands offer the same relaxing tone” he started to explain. He knew that Cyndral would know exactly what he was about to ask before it even left his lips; she was good at reading him but he expected her to be, they had been in each other’s company for a while now, maybe in her mocking tones, a little too long. “Has this pack ever been threatened by opposing packs or a formulated group of loners?” he asked her. His skill set was fighting and even though he didn’t wish any harm to come to New Dawn, he wanted to know their current foes and alley’s; he simply wanted to know where he could start to be the best that Fate allowed him to be. He knew that Warriors were needed in every pack, but just how much were they needed here? He wasn’t looking to retire right now and knew that this wouldn’t change in the near future.

His eyes gingerly switched over to Cyndral before darting back to Ciara, he didn’t want Ciara to feel interrogated but imagined that it sounded exactly that way; he always became a little too professional when he was speaking about enemies, wars, warriors or fighting. “I apologise for being so direct with you, Ciara” he wanted to use her name as much as it was socially acceptable to ensure that he didn’t forget it, or confuse it with his companion beside him; they both had names beginning with a ‘C’ and he imagined that eventually he would make a tiny mistake – not that Cyndral would allow him to live it down, she would mock him to his grave. “Myself and Cyndral are dedicated to protecting others and I think I can speak for the both of us, when we say that regardless of the length of time we spend in a pack, we feel the sudden and urgent need to protect it.” he paused, looking sideward to Cyndral before allowing his attention to falter back to Ciara, “Any information you can give us regarding this would be highly appreciated”.

He figured that now was the time to lace his lips shut; tightly glued together in anticipation of the members reply; he wasn’t on edge, but he was intrigued, they must have, at one point, had a war or a fight with a neighbouring pack – it was just a natural thing which unfortunate consequences. It suddenly shook him – what if she hadn’t been in New Dawn long enough to supply him with an answer? Maybe she was not much newer than they were and then, he was barking up the wrong tree for his answers. Suddenly feeling foolish he went to speak but decided against it, he couldn’t change what he had asked her and him rambling on probably wasn’t going to change the answers she would give him, silently he ran his tongue over his teeth feeling antsy as he looked around himself, waiting for someone to speak to shatter the glass wall he had built by accident.

You never know when to quit’ he thought to himself, struggling to stop his arms folding across his muscular white chest, however the battle was not lost, his arms remained relaxed at his sides – ‘Say something, anything Cyndral’ today just wasn’t his day.

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Ashley
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POSTED: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:29 pm

+5

The phrase ‘out of sorts’ was almost perfect for Ciara. She was struggling, had been since the summer, and was getting tired of getting her hopes up when things were starting to get better only to have them crash and burn all over again. That’s where the alcohol came in, and while it made her sick and miserable, the distraction it gave was too good to pass up. Eventually someone from the pack would mention her drinking to Zalen, and he’d come down on her again and tell her to pick her head up, which by all rights she should have done by now.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cyndral,” Ciara said, smiling. “Great minds think alike I guess. I’d been wanting to socialize with some of the newer members, too.” Cyndral then extended her hand and Ciara stared at it for a moment. She’d never taken part in a handshake before, had no idea that’s what the more humanized Luperci did by way of camaraderie and greeting. She recalled Lochlan, the Vinatta wolf she’d met at the borders a few months ago, and thought she remembered him doing the same. After an awkwardly long moment, she put her paw out and shook the hand, offering the newcomer a reassuringly friendly smile.

Xander took over the conversation then, posing a few questions at Ciara that had her head tipping in curiosity, but not ire. They were new, and she would not fault them for any questions they asked no matter how brazen some of the other members might find them. Even as a Beta, Ciara had been patient with her packmates and easy to talk to. “This pack certainly has been threatened in the past,” she said. “About a year ago, while I was still pregnant with my first litter, a dog by the name of Amy was terrorizing our members and wreaking havoc on our lands. After so long of trying to solve this in a civilized way, we gathered our warriors and killed her. It was a rough battle,” she said. “A cougar threatened our land before that, and a bear most recently. Anathema, the dark pack which is our neighbour, had some tensions with the pack but I’ve done my best to attempt to smooth those over, and it’s best not to rehash it. Aside from that there is always Inferni, the coyote pack also not far away, but they haven’t caused us trouble. One just…expects that they might, eventually.” She took a pause after giving this little history, likely leaving things out as she had been drinking most of the afternoon by then.

she said, eyes glancing towards the sea. “Quiet can only go on for so long before a storm comes raging.” Her expression was grim as she looked on, falling silent and waiting to see if they had any further questions. It was good to know that the male was a warrior and that Cyndral might be too. That they wanted to protect New Dawn so soon after joining was a very good sign indeed, and proved a strong first impression of the two wolves for the ex-Beta.

Avvy by the lovely Nat!

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Candace
Luperci
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POSTED: Sat Mar 15, 2014 2:23 pm

»→ Cyndral

It did not take long for Cyndral to pick up on the queues she received in regards to the handshake to know that this was not a common gesture here. For a brief moment she feared that she had truly made a misstep but these fears ran from her mind when at last Ciara accepted the shake. Cyndral returned the friendly smile that Ciara had offered, as her hand returned to the side of her body she realized clasped in the other hand still remained a drying fish and she couldn’t help but to wonder if perhaps she should offer it or a freshly caught one to Ciara. She would wait her turn to make the offer. Xander was speaking now and she found her attentions returning to him. Cyndral was not at all surprised to hear Xander asking about the safety of this pack, he was always concerned with such things and she found his concern to be an appealing trait of his and perhaps one of the reasons she didn’t mind having him around. He was correct to speak for them both in regards to protecting their families both old and new and was pleased to see he had actually been listening to her all those months of travel and random talks of their pasts, as short as they may have been.

Cyndral had never been a wolf to sit idly by, it simply would not do, and she was eager to find a place in this pack in which she could contribute and hoped that such a place existed. From what her nose had gathered of the terrain this pack had many females and this brought her to wonder if perhaps she would in fact find a way to belong, she was determined though and was willing to rise to the challenge. It was now Ciara was speaking on challenges and Cyndral tuned her full attention to the words that rolled smoothly from the other females lips despite the drink now tucked behind her. She was used to hearing stories of rival packs causing problems but noted that wild animals were causes for problems just as frequently if not more so than neighbors kicking up a storm. It did sound like there was the potential for rival pack problems however and this brought a mixed feeling to her gut. It was good to know this new home seemed to be on safe and solid grounds but that someday there may be use for warriors such as herself and Xander. But hadn’t Ciara just said SHE smoothed things over? Now wasn’t that perplexing, Cyndral’s mind began to race and wander as she contemplated the meaning to these words and she was certain the only way to have a definite answer would be to ask.

If her newly met pack mate hadn’t had her attention before she certainly had it all now. Cyndral had automatically respected the female standing before her for having been an established pack member but she felt almost as though there should be another reason to give respect to Ciara and perhaps they would find out quite soon enough.”Thank you very much for sharing this information with us. It’s good to know New Dawn is at present safe but as you can imagine it’s sparked additional question, at least for me. I don’t suppose we could trouble you for some more of your time and information? Perhaps we could catch you a fish or two and cook it for you? A friendly exchange of sorts if you will.” Cyndral hoped Ciara would accept the offer, not just so she could probe her for more details but also to offer her some kindness and perhaps to show off the skills she and Xander possessed. Yes she hoped to showcase him as well, though she wasn’t sure why. She didn’t want to admit it even to herself but she did take pride in his skills as if by proximity his skills were as her own. ”It sounds a bit odd at first but I assure you Xander has perfected the skill of cooking the slippery things. So much so in fact they practically melt in your mouth and even the tiniest of bones fall loose from the tasty meat. I was a bit reluctant to give it a try at first but the smell is heavenly. It was the smell that originally won me over”

Cyndral shot him a look, daring to dispute his own talent but expecting him to completely caught off guard by her compliments as she rarely gave him any for fear of over inflating his ego. He would owe her for this and she was sure she’d be the one paying the price later. She was almost certain the offering of a meal would not be a problem for him, in fact he’d probably enjoy showing off a bit, but how he would feel on the report of rivals she wasn’t entirely sure. It was good news as far as she could tell, there were no active threats, but with the potential for future problems there may in fact be a place for them here among these peaceful lands and, so far, kind wolves. Only time would tell and she found herself hoping the only use her bow would see would be on the hunting paths and not on the battle field.


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POSTED: Sat Mar 15, 2014 3:10 pm

» Xander

Every time he had stepped foot onto pack lands they held whispers in the wind of death and bloodshed; it was expected now and he knew that it wouldn’t be any different here – regardless of the threat there was always going to be a jealous neighbour or natural threats, like other animals or the weather; the weather being one of the more unforgiving threats, something he hadn’t stumbled upon often but enough for him to realise just how horrendous she could be. His brown tipped ears flicked forward as his charcoal coloured nose dropped, pointed towards the ground as he searched the sands, his mind working over the information that now drowned his thoughts – he knew that this, in its own right was great news, in fact probably some of the best that New Dawn currently didn’t have any threats held against them, however on the flip side, something he was good at keeping his mind working over, it wasn’t the best of news either – this meant that the pack could be under danger at any point. He was just glad that himself and Cyndral had arrived here prior to a new threat: something that he could completely throw himself into and get his hands dirty.

The last words which left the females lips caught him, his breath stopped for a split second as his warm, chocolate brown eyes flicked up to her, sticking to her eyes, allowing his ears to eat the words which lingered in the warm breeze, the sun still hammering down onto the sandy beach and onto the back of his neck. ‘Quiet can only go on for so long before a storm comes raging…’ Ciara was defiantly correct in her statement and this pleased him, she had already accepted the worst case scenario, something he done on a daily basis, always remembering the bad. “I agree” he finally spoke, his smooth and deep vocals shattering the silence which had been formed, “There can never be peace without war – it’s the battle of life and one that each and all of us fight every day” he announced with a strong and short nod of his head. His tail flicking from left to right as he looked over to Cyndral, her lips parting to speak so he decided to allow her to chime into the conversation and what had been said.

As she pointed out that there were more questions that needed to be asked, if only to marry them to Ciara’s current statement then she was right, there were no holes in what she had said but there had been some things spoken that he would also want clarification on; maybe it would be best if they all sat down, together and had a relaxing conversation – he would be more than happy to supply the food for the occasion, it was rare that Cyndral and himself had communication with others so this would be the first meal in months that they shared with each other and also, another new wolf. It was somewhat, exciting to have a new point of view on things and maybe Ciara could even help them to settle their little games, their tiny little, mocking battles that they had almost, alas, not almost, but they had them every day. “I do believe Cyndral may be thinking the same questions that I have” he spoke, his eyes darting between the two females. Cyndral knew him extremely well and the feeling was mutual, they had spent more than enough time together now to be thinking on the same wave length.

Then, there it was, something that he hadn’t expected to hear slip the lips of the brown and burnt red female at his side – was that a compliment? He had to double take her soft features as his brows met in a twisted concerned look of surprise and he was completely dumbfounded by it all; it was defiantly a compliment he had heard that well enough and suddenly a very smug smile washed over his gentle features, he allowed his tongue to lick his lips, to run over his teeth before he regained his composure and looked towards the new female, Ciara. His hands tightened on the fish and also the spear that he had been carrying, he enjoyed fishing – it was one of his favourite past times and it was extremely relaxing, even though how physically demanding it was. “Yes, Ciara. You should join us!” he announced in a cheery tone, his voice almost bellowing over the females as he looked towards the sea before shooting his gaze back between the two girls, his paws itching as he wanted to start to back away towards the waters but he decided not to, thinking it would be rude to start backing away from their company already.

Cyndral, would you like to do the honours of catching more fish?” he asked her, half hoping her to decline the challenge but he knew her too well, she would be more than happy to do the fishing and he? Well, he needed to gather some fire wood, dried grass and also some flint – Cyndral carried flint unlike himself, he didn’t wish to carry items other than his weapon with him, he found wearing items of clothing around his hips just annoyed him and he it extremely uncomfortable. He also needed enough stones to make the base of the fire, he always made his fires with stones outlining the base; he was unsure why because he found it was uncommon for others to do this, but he liked the security the rocks gave; they were big enough to stop the wood from falling and burning wolves around the pit and when the fire had burnt down to their mere embers it allowed the embers to be contained easily. “I am more than happy to get the materials for the fire” he added, his voice returning to its normal smooth and deep tones.

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