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- Artemis Danae - 12-16-2009 OOC: Character Name: Artemis Danae Character Birthdate (including year): winter of 2006 Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci Species: Luperci Ortus Gender: Male A secondary form of contact: artemisdana@live.com How you found 'Souls: Anya from Phoenix Valley Initial Post: Artemis hunkered down in the bushes, growling deep in his throat. It wasn't a threatening sound, just a habitual sound that he barely even noticed anymore. After his mother died, he had gotten into the habit of growling quietly to let others know that he wasn't the best wolf to sneak up on. His past had just been that violent. Red closed over his eyes as he tried to avoid thinking about his uncle. That bastard had gotten what he had deserved. Slinking in the shadows, Artemis believed that he could not be seen. He knew, though, that if someone wanted to find him, all they had to do was lift their noses to the breeze and inhale deeply. He wasn't trying to hide himself. The dark covered his fur better than any other time of day, although he preferred twilight to any other time, because of the breeze that ran casually through his thick fur. Artemis sighed. Now was the time, now or never. The question was, should he howl, or let whoever was in charge of this pack come to him in their own sweet time? Making up his mind, he lifted his pale muzzle to the sky and let out a mournful howl that resonated through his chest. That would get their attention. - Anya - 12-17-2009 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... insred.png); background-color:#370303; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: ©table code and image to jacoby: claimage by anya
Anya was busy slinking through the shadows when she smelled the stranger. Her hackles rose slowly over her entire back, though she could not place the reason.
The dappled moonlight made the male's coat practically glow, and she could tell that he wasn't exactly trying to hide himself, only provide himself with some sort of a shelter from the biting breeze that whipped through the valley. His howl left her with chills; it was very nearly the sound of what her history had written. From that solitary howl, she surmised that the male had suffered, greatly.
She sat back on her haunches, out of sight of the male, and howled. Anya made sure she was downwind of the male, but also made sure that if he wanted to find her, he could. Now, to wait for Pendzez or someone with authority to come.
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- Artemis Danae - 12-19-2009 Artemis tensed as he heard a creature rustling in the falllen leaves. Snow began to fall gently between the spotty stars. He looked up, breath misting around his lupine muzzle. Somewhere, farther to the east, he knew that his pack was looking to the sky, searching for their lost pack members in the stars. The pack had an interesting legend: that all wolves who died, luperci or otherwise, went to reside in the stars and guide their pack members after death. When the female howled, he came completely unglued. She sounded so much like his mother that it wasn't even funny. How much you wanna bet she looked like his mother too? But that couldn't be; as far as Artemis knew, he didn't have any siblings, and his mother was long gone, cold in her shallow grave. "Who's there, if I have the right to ask? I know that this is new territory to me, and that I may be intruding. Tell me now, if you believe I pose a threat, and I will leave." Artemis raised his muzzle once again. She didn't smell like an alpha... but she had the scent of the valley permeating her fur, so perhaps her howl would draw one of the pack leaders. Until one of them came, he would content himself with their soon to be discussion. He wanted to know why she sounded so much like his mother. - Jefferson Soul - 12-23-2009 [html]
- Artemis Danae - 12-24-2009 Artemis cowered as the alpha came into view. It was just automatic. The alpha had such a commanding presence, the female faded into the background. "I wish to pose no threat to you, sir. I had heard that your pack accepts the members that nobody else even glances at." As he spoke, Artemis lowered his pale head, moonlight glinting off his eyes as he closed them in respect. He knew better than to stare at the alpha; to do so was to impose death on yourself in the old packs. "I am an artist by nature, fighting only when I am forced to. If I may say...you have an amazing aura; it would be fantastic to paint...I'm sorry, that was out of line." The alpha's aura swirled with red, representing power, and blue, representing peace. Two traits that didn't normally work well together, but the alpha smelled like he was mated, so his aura was well balanced. Artemis could only wish he had such a balanced life. - Anya - 12-24-2009 [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... insred.png); background-color:#370303; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> OOC: ©table code and image to jacoby. sorry for the long wait. looks like jefferson beat me to the punch. DX Christmas has turned out to be less than top ten holidays on my list this year.
Anya snarled as her hackles rose higher. The grey female knew not what put her on edge about the newcomer, but something did, and she was determined to stick around and find out who this newcomer was.
"You pose no threat to me, white one. I am Anya, of Phoenix Valley. And who might..."
Anya's voice quieted, fading into silence as she scented Jefferson approaching. Backing down, she nodded at Jefferson in respect, and backed up into the bushes behind her to avoid presenting any sort of threat. She would stay, just in case the newcomer attacked Jefferson. Unlikely that the Patriarch would need her help, but she had learned long ago to expect the unexpected, so that nothing came as a surprise anymore.
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- Jefferson Soul - 12-24-2009 [html]
- Artemis Danae - 12-25-2009 Artemis looked up slightly as the alpha told him to speak his mind. The male's face was twisted in an odd expression, and Artemis noticed that the alpha seemed startled at his comment on the male's aura. It was true. His aura swirled with all sorts of beautiful colors; something told Artemis that this alpha, on top of the normal power granted to all alphas, was something special, even if he didn't think so himself. Glancing over at Anya, Artemis shrugged. "No, we do not know each other, as far as I know. She simply reminds me of someone dear I lost long ago, right around this time of year. Her voice..." His voice trailed off. "I am willing to learn anything that you wish I should. The last pack I ran with was a bit of a gypsy pack; they knew all trades, and encouraged us to learn anything available. I left because of my uncle, which is a story better left untold at the moment. The only thing that pack discouraged was killing of each other, even in self defense. I am more than willing to work hard to earn my place in this pack, if you will have me." The white male knelt again, doing his best to show respect to the leader. He held back a sneeze as he stuck his nose in a patch of herbs that held a pungent odor. - Jefferson Soul - 12-29-2009 [html]
- Andrea Newton - 12-29-2009 [html]
[/html] - Artemis Danae - 12-29-2009 Anya isn't feeling too well. I live just down the street from her, and she's been in bed with a migraine for several days. But all else is good. She might be on later tonight. Artemis grinned slightly at the alpha's words. "I'm Artemis Danae, son of Shalla. My family is long gone, and my last pack has no interest in me anymore. I thank you for your graciousness." The white male bowed courteously towards the alpha, Anya, and the new female who approached. He had the feeling that there was something in this land that he just had to find out. Artemis had no clue what it was, or even if the feeling was legitimate, but he had learned long ago to follow his gut instinct. Artemis noticed that the new female was watching him intently. He smiled shyly at her, unaccustomed to the attention. - Anya - 12-29-2009 I'm back peoples. God, that was one of the worst migraines ever. Sorry.... Anya stood back, letting Jefferson speak to the male...Artemis, he said his name was. He kept on looking at her like he knew her or something...the grey female had no idea why. She was pretty sure she had never seen the male in her life, though his voice did sound familiar, in a distant sort of way. Suddenly, she jolted. He said he was the son of Shalla... Shalla had been the mate of Malaki, her brother. Could Artemis be her nephew? Possible, but not likely, depending on how old he was. Shalla had been Anya's best friend, besides Malaki, in that pack. Anya pulled herself out of her daze, nodding a greeting at Andy. She examined Artemis more closely, thinking. Perhaps...but who could be sure? - Jefferson Soul - 01-04-2010 [html]
- Jefferson Soul - 01-04-2010
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