[J] dancer's deity

Wayne McCoy · 01-28-2012, 06:03 PM

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Brown eyes followed the movement of her fingers through her long, dark, wavy hair before resting on her crimson ones. He was quiet, not prodding her to rush her answer and instead giving her the time she needed to think. Patience and silence were two concepts that he could handle very well; it came from his shyness around strangers as well as needing to keep calm while dealing with Dixie on her crazy days. But this was important to know, and his half-flopped ears pricked when she offered her explanation and shrugged.

Not being adapted to living conditions seemed to be a weak reason—but combined with the feeling of an outsider, someone not able to fit in, it struck home with the man. He had been feeling like that in Casa di Cavalieri during the first month or so; living in a pack such as this had been a large lifestyle change. But he figured that other packs’ cultures and lands would be more difficult to accommodate. There was really no room for him to judge her.

We live in a courthouse, Wayne said quietly, and then frowned sheepishly as he realized this was a random outburst despite its volume. Uh—well—we’ve got a small kinda town at the heart of the place. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Not caves. What was he trying to say exactly? He wanted her to feel welcome without really knowing whether or not she would fit in with the personalities of the others. Where she slept was the least of concerns; he was sure that enough good friends in Anathema would have made up for the claustrophobic conditions of the caves, for instance.

His attention was drawn back to the horse, and he nodded as she offered the name. Catching her smile, he mirrored it toothily. Selene had been more or less withdrawn, but the topic of the equine seemed to draw her out of her shell a bit, just as it was with him. He felt good to see someone else who cared about the creatures.

Well, if you do choose to join, Uka should fit right in. Or so Wayne hoped… Most of the horses were very well-tempered ones, not chosen by chance by their caretakers, but the shuffle of dominance in the herd would occupy them for a few days. Rem in particular was a bold creature, but very intelligent. Pregnant Tupelo might be moody, but Fern had a calming effect on those she had bonded with.

Should prob’ly tell you more about Casa, the cowboy said after a moment, another slightly sheepish smile adorning his face. I don’t know how long you’ve been in Nova Scotia—he shot her a curious look—but we formed after the AniWayan war. They were a Tribe down south, and their leader was a right mean man. They had conflict with Crimson Dreams and Cour des Miracles, the two packs our leaders come from. That was all good ’n’ settled, but Jazper and Anann—our leaders—didn’t want somethin’ like that happenin’ again. Or so that was the story that he had been told; he and Dixie had still been loners while this was going on, meaning that he was not too familiar with the story, but the pair of southerners had agreed with what Jazper and Anann strove for.

Casa di Cavalieri was founded for the purpose of keepin’ the peace in the land and defendin’ the weak. We offer our aid to all the packs that might need it so no fights break out. Many of the pack are warriors, the better to protect the helpless. I ain’t much of a warrior, but most of us are expected to know somethin’ about self-defense so we can ensure our safety.

He paused then, looking her carefully over, hoping to see a good reaction in her dark-streaked features. We’re host to a buncha different characters, but all of us try to uphold Casa’s ideals. D’you think this would be someplace where ya could fit in?

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