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p. Avinalora

POSTED: Sun Jan 01, 2017 2:24 pm

She was taking her sweet time exploring the area, now exploring the outside almost just as much as she was exploring the inside of her new pack. She puffed out her chest as she walked along the river, glancing down at her own reflection and grinning. She'd been promoted this cycle, apparently, or something like that, because there were other newcomers now and she'd been doing some pretty great stuff. Meeting new people and all that. She still wasn't exactly sure who the leaders were (she had a vague idea) but she'd figure it out.

She hopped along the rocks in the river, crossing it without too much fuss. She got her feet a little bit wet, but that was alright - it was surprisingly warm (for a winter's day in Canada, anyway), and she didn't mind a little chilly weather now and again. She wasn't even wearing clothes today (something she'd taken to doing outside the pack, since Sapient seemed pretty stiff about their civilization laws and such).

She paused to look at the branching of the river, glad to see something like it again. She and Biff had encountered something like that on their way, but never had she really seen such large amounts of water flowing like that (aside from the ocean, of course, which didn't really count since it was salty and kinda gross and you couldn't drink from it). She wasn't a huge fan of water, but every so often she didn't mind it exactly. She still hated rain, though.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 03, 2017 7:28 am

A silvery shape walked along the riverbank. She was tiny, much tinier than most due to her foreign blood. She had a delicate, fragile look to her as she walked, seeming as she would be blown away by the breeze. The fabric of the girl's clothing clung to her body, showing her skinny frame that only added to her frail appearance. Her head was narrow, but her muzzle didn't taper like a coyote's. The waif was long-legged and had a long, bushy, fox-like tail. A pair of overlarge ears grew out from a mop of black hair that was tied back into a ponytail. Her fur was silver like the moon, almost white. A darker colored saddle covered her back and was flecked with black. A pair of green eyes, the left eye a shade darker than the right gazed out from the forest background. Both eyes held a broken look that seemed to radiate off of her. She was dressed in a silver and black affair. A silvery white dress stretched half-way down the belle's thigh. The sleeves of the dress went to her wrists and a hood hung down from the rim of the hole for her head. It was beautifully tailored and fit her nicely. The inside of the garment was lined in fur since her desert adapted pelt was not capable of keeping her warm even now. A pair of darker leggings covered the woman's long legs and covered the scar on her left leg. A brown-grey satchel was carried on her shoulder.

Avinalora didn't know how to forget. She couldn't, it was against her nature to forget. But the memories of Midnight Shores stabbed her heart, salting the hole that the island pack had formerly occupied. She didn't know why the event had shaken her, shattered her, and snapped her. Was it the guilt? The nostalgia? The fact that the vixen knew that there was a very slim chance that the escorts were still alive? The failure? She wished that she had spent more time on St Edward's Island. She could have met more pack mates and maybe she would have found the missing Midnighters if she knew them better. The healer had failed to find them. Her keen nose didn't find a trace of the escort. What had happened?

Fate had taken them away. The medic knew that already, there was no other explanation for the disappearance. Fate was a powerful and tricky thing and she knew it. The figure had snatched her pack mates away in its talons and causing Midnght Shores to be torn apart. It was the only explanation her broken mind could accept. An otherworldly force was the cause. Maybe Fate had killed Jazper, too? Set the pack on the road for disbandment?

The silver belle blamed other forces for the downfall of her home. The Knight patriarch for dying. Casa di Cavalieri for being so far away. Winter making it hard to search. Fate. Herself. There was so many things for her to blame for the disappearance. So many forces that the hybrid could curse and blame.

As these thoughts took over her mind, she began trying to use a new solution for herself. She couldn't it anymore. Her thoughts cycling back to her past. So she came up with a solution. Every time she began thinking about her island home, she began naming herbs and their uses. That would hopefully take her mind away.

"Marigold for wounds, poppy seeds for pain, comfrey for broken bones, clubmoss for wounds, borage for milk and breathing, juniper for stomachaches, coltsfoot for bleeding," the broken bird began her murmuration, reciting everything she had learned. But then it brought back memories of the Herbalist's Avalon and Skana. She remembered teaching the Creo about several herbs and helping her find them. Everything reminded the jackal mutt of Midnight Shores. Her wards, her companions, herbs. Would she ever escape it? "Dock for disinfecting wounds, aloe for burns and wounds, thyme for anxiety and shock, goatweed for anxiety and grief..." And then the lass stopped. It was no use.

There was no way for the fox maiden to forget or take her mind off. There just wasn't. No herb, no therapy could help her. The healer couldn't heal herself.

And then the monochrome fox smelled a female dog of Sapient

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Luperci
Somebody make me feel alive
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I walk through the fire

POSTED: Tue Jan 03, 2017 4:18 pm

Brandy paused for a moment as she scented something new - another canine? She sniffed again - ah, Luperci, she thought, and female - although... the scent was different, somehow, from the regular canines that she knew, and she couldn't exactly place it. Weird.

She walked through the wood, following the scent until she heard some gentle murmurations coming from the undergrowth. She continued until she could hear them clearly, although the words stopped before she could process what whoever was saying them was talking about. She pushed past a tree, entering an opening that held the source of the noise - a small, slender female.

The woman was ... weird. She had no colors, only a white and gray on her body and black cascading hair tied into a ponytail. She looked almost like a pup with her huge ears and eyes, but was clearly not - it was possible that she was older than Brandy, even. Brandy cocked her head as she considered the other - she stood almost a full foot shorter than Brandy herself, something that the dog was not used to, seeing as how she wasn't the tallest person herself.

"Damn, girl," she said, planting one of her hands on her hip. "You're pretty short."

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POSTED: Tue Jan 03, 2017 7:21 pm

Avinalora squinted, trying to make sense of the woman in front of her. Her vision had never been good and it was hard to judge someone from far away. She had to rely on smell and sound alone to figure out the person until they were close enough. The vixen couldn't see details until they were at least ten feet away from her, fine details were only found within two feet of her. She could barely see the in Optime or Secui which caused her to trip every so often. And the winter-furred waif had run into a tree more than a few times; small trees of course. Not only was her vision bad from far away, she also couldn't read for long because she would have to put her eyes close to to the book and the jackal hybrid couldn't read for long. It was good that her mother, Adree was an amazing artist and illustrated her journal.

The fox maiden knew that she was vulnerable, especially in the two-legged form. She couldn't run because of a leg defect that made it hard for her to bend her leg. In Lupus and Secui, the Anatheman healer ran on three legs and was much quicker. But even if she could run in her humanoid form, it would be hard because the ground was a blur even now as she walked. She had tripped over roots and stones before. There was a reason why she took forest paths because there was a lot less of a chance that the green-eyed girl would trip. In the halfling form, the ground was a bit blurry, but she could still see. She had no problem in her feral form.

The jackal medic's heritage worked in her favor. Her large ears made her hearing quite keen. She also had a keen sense of smell because the crippled lass had to concentrate a lot on that. The sound may tell her the form of the stranger, but the scent was much more important. Having been exposed to many different types of canine when she was young had allowed her to distinguish species and if they were Luperci. The silver belle had been exposed to different packs in her childhood had allowed her to figure out a pack scent. She had learned how to be hyper-aware, her senses worked automatically.

But the argent woman's sense of smell hadn't been able to find her pack mates. She could track with scent and she thought that there would have been a trace for her to track, but there wasn't. Did the almost-white female look hard enough? Did she not know the scents that well? She had an amazing memory for smells and herbs, but even though she had committed each of the scents of the missing Midnighter's to memory, the moon maiden hadn't found them. She was good at finding herbs and people! What had gone wrong?

Fate was to blame. Did he deaden the heterochromia-afflicted female's nose? Maybe he used a plant, a herb to make her unable to pick up the smells of her pack mates? And then he had snatched them away. But how?

Finally, the woman came into her sight range. Three yards away was close enough and the lonely Zepar could see details. The woman was black with beige markings. Her paws and undersides were beige along with markings on her face. The flopped ears cemented the fact that she was a dog and the coloring helped as well. The woman's muzzle structure was also doglike, at least that's what the handi-capable healer thought. The Sapien wore no clothing and the only thing she wore was a collar, a collar studded with metal bits. The dog had blonde hair and the moon-washed medic could see yellow specks on her ears.

And then the woman commented on the jackal mutt's size. She hated being told about her size. She knew that she was small! She had known that since she was a pup. The silver fairy was short, tiny, and skinny. But it pissed her off when someone reminded her in words. That was her ultimate beserk button. And this woman had just mashed it down.

"I'm a jackal. Of course, I'm small!" The monochrome fox said indignantly. It was weird, though. The only emotions she felt in her pit of despair was numbness and anger. She had tried to pull herself away from the grief. Smile and laugh, or at least try to be happy. But she couldn't be happy. The broken bird could be sad, worried, patient, and angry but she couldn't be happy.

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Luperci
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POSTED: Tue Jan 03, 2017 10:06 pm

Haha, uh oh. Looks like the little monochrome girl didn't like that so much. Her eyes turned fiery just then, fur standing on end, and she shouted indignantly that of course she was small, since she was... a jackal? The hell was a jackal? Brandy wracked her brain for a few moments, knowing that she'd heard that somewhere but unsure of where... oh, wait, yeah - there was one trader who had large ears and a small frame, even for a coyote, and he may have mentioned in passing that he had had jackal blood. Huh.

Maybe it was a disease?

Brandy shrugged internally, but that explained at least why this person was wearing clothing. Her fur looked thin, and so did she - she seemed more suited for a hot, heavy climate than the harsh cold of the north. Even Brandy herself got pretty cold sometimes in this weather, and her coat seemed a lot thicker than the other's (plus she had, like, three times as much fat at least).

"Aw, hey, hey," Brandy said loosely, stepping forward. "Let's not get your panties in a wad," She closed the distance between them just then and aimed to sling her arm around the "jackal's" shoulders and give her a little shake. "I'm jus' messin' around."

It would never cease to amaze her how... sensitive? Yeah, how sensitive these people up north were. "Phew," she breathed, watching the white cloud rise up into the sky. Between this little thing huffing and puffing cause Brandy called her short (of all things to get offended at) and some of her packmates back home rumbling about how she was in Lupus form, oh no, and she was 'eating gross' (seriously, what did that even mean?), Brandy was beginning to get a little tired.

Ah, but well - she was never really one to get all serious about stuff. She'd brush it aside (she really didn't care much what people thought of her anyway) and would visit Biff for a few days, maybe, rough-house and tousle around, instead of sitting around uttering murmurations about how the people around here couldn't handle jokes.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 05, 2017 12:03 am

Avinalora's brow furrowed as she heard the woman's reply. What was the Sapien talking about? Panties? The fox maiden had never heard of something like that. Was it some sort of foreign language? Or a term from where this woman came from? The jackal medic didn't know. But guessing by the way the dog Luperci said it and the context, it must mean to calm down or something along those lines. But the silver belle chose the first thought that came to her mind.

"What the fuck are panties?" The jackal mutt asked. She instantly regretted those words. That made the Zepar sound stupid. So she added "Don't tell me." And then the dog woman came closer and without thinking, the broken bird took a step back. She had never been touched by strangers and she didn't want to start now.

"So, Sapient? How's it going up there?" The moon-washed medic asked, trying to make conversation. She had maybe collaborated with Shaamah twice in these months and the man never told her anything. The former Midnighter wanted to know what was going on. Were there any other of her former pack mates in Sapient?

And then the green-eyed girl decided to introduce herself. It was only polite to do so. "Oh, and my name is Avinalora." She said, pronouncing it slowly since it was hard for some to say her name. The monochrome fox didn't say where she was from, though.

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Luperci
Somebody make me feel alive
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I walk through the fire

POSTED: Thu Jan 05, 2017 12:16 am

"Eheheheh!" Brandy guffawed, leaning down to slap at her thigh in good humor. That was a gold response to her comment - not only had it calmed the jackal down (which had been Brandy's goal in the first place, so she couldn't be too tightly wound, after all), it had also elicited that golden response. Damn. This was a great interaction.

"Don't worry 'bout it," she said, even after the other told her not to tell her. When Brandy attempted to sling her arm around the other's shoulders, she immediately stepped away, and Brandy allowed her arm to fall to her side. She was fine without the contact. She was obviously alright with getting right into a stranger's face, but she understood that others weren't as social, and that was alright as well.

She laughed as the other attempted to make small talk now, asking her how Sapient was. Well, at least she wasn't on edge anymore. "'S'goin' alright," she said casually, shrugging. "I like it 'well 'nough, but they're kinda prissy 'bout Lupus form. I gotta go into the neutral lands to romp in all-fours." Honestly, it was a bit of a shame. Brandy really liked her four-legged form (who didn't, after all?!) Well... apparently lots of people in Sapient didn't.. Haha, oh well. It didn't bother her; she just had to leave for a moment or two to experience her urges and then return to the pack, easy as that.

"Yeah? Brandy," she said in return, sticking her hand out for a handshake. Of course, if the other didn't reciprocate, well, that would be that. But she hoped that she'd at least be loose enough to give a stranger a god damn handshake, she thought, grinning at the other easily.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 25, 2017 11:00 pm

Avinalora watched the woman's actions with quiet eyes. The actions and words the female used were new to her, but new was good. The dog was probably from somewhere else since she seemed very different. Even when the jackal had lived with her adopted mother, the place they had lived was rural and quite often, they camped out near places with simpatico people.

The dog woman's mood wasn't dampened by the fact that the fox maiden had avoided her arm. She wasn't used to people touching her, especially strangers. She didn't mind friends lightly touching her on the shoulder, but even hugs were hard to reciprocate. The vixen didn't know why she was like that, but it was hard to change.

The blonde did inform the Anatheman of something she had not known about Sapient. About their dislike of feral forms. She took to Lupus quite often, mostly because it was faster and she was closer to the ground. She did know that they were humanized, but four-legged forms were quite practical. Anathema had been a good choice for her.

And then the Sapien stuck out her hand as she introduced herself. The monochrome jackal just stared at the gesture. She wasn't that comfortable with such, nor did she have more than a basic idea of what she was supposed to do. She knew that humans did that, knowledge gleaned from books, but all she knew was that humans shook hands while greeting. All the moon-washed medic did was dip her head in response. "Nice to meet you, Brandy."

Sorry for the late reply! Awkward Avi is awkward
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Luperci
Somebody make me feel alive
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