10-15-2012, 11:36 PM
OOC: Woo! Hit my 45 posts with Kenna, now I'm bringing in Couram! 
HI!
IC: The time had come. He'd spent enough time sating his wanderlust, it was now time to find a place to call home and be amongst his kind once more. Pale eyes surveyed the pack lands that stretched before him. Couram's stark silvery-white pelt stood out against the greenery like a beacon in the sun. He had traveled far and long to get where he was this day and what an important day it was. Having traveled overseas from his home in Ireland and explored his way through the new wildernesses, the male had finally decided he was here to stay. After remaining a loner for a few weeks in the new lands while he investigated the claimed territories of the packs he had come across (without breaching borders of course), Couram found himself drawn to one he came to know as Vinatta. It was a semi-newly established group, but of what he had gleaned from other loners he'd encountered, it consisted of accepting, strong, peaceful and hard working members. These traits appealed to the male, as well as their culture and religion. He found himself wanting to know more, to learn about anything they could offer him and be a part of their family.
As the Irishman stood slightly leaning on a carved wooden staff just outside the borders, he lightly stroked the dark mane of his beloved mount, Sinead. The blue roan mare was a docile creature and had been his reliable means of transport and a loyal friend during his travels. They had been through a lot together and Couram was sure that it wasn't just himself who wished for a place to settle. The horse stood patiently at his side, a large rucksack tied to her saddle, content to simply rest while her companion deliberated. "Will be nice to get her into a comfy stable where she can really rest up." Couram thought, admiring his mare's stamina and resolve. Just then a soft mew interrupted the thoughts of the ebony wolf, bringing his attention back to the moment. Draped over one tattooed shoulder a grey rabbit fur cloak acted as a pad for a small black cat with stunning green eyes that perched there - the source of the tiny sound. A small smile broke over the luperci's maw as he scratched lightly behind the cat's ears. "Think this'll do Ciar? I wouldn't mind living here that's for sure." He spoke gently, his heavy Irish accent apparent. 'Almost reminds me of home...' He mused and the cat purred loudly by his ear, giving a small lick against his master's cheek. Couram chuckled and nodded once. "Alright. Let's see if we can get lucky..." He patted the feline's sleek head before returning his attention to the matter at hand.
Looking back out through the trees and deeper into the territory, the male paused just one more moment to inhale the scent of the canines who lived within the borders and to listen to a sparrow singing in the distance. Taking a step forward, toeing the invisible barrier to the claimed landscape, Couram then lifted his maw and howled. His voice erupted loud and clear carrying strongly through the trees and hopefully to the ears of a leader. At the call, Sinead's ears pricked and swiveled and Ciar's purr become quieter but otherwise the animals were unphased. As his voice faded into the distance, the Daenova man sighed and readjusted the belt around his waste which held a variety of herbs and some other small natural items used for healing. He didn't always wear the pouches, but he hoped that in doing so now, he could solidly provide proof of his skills and knowledge as a healer which he would offer as a reason to be accepted into the ranks of Vinatta.
"And now we wait." He whispered, continuing to watch out in front of him, alert for sounds of approaching paw steps. He was a patient man and would wait as long as needed for him to be heard, seen and addressed. After all, he had no other plans and had no family or den to return to. With hope in his heart the Irish wolf could only bless the opportunity he had been given to remedy those things. If accepted into Vinatta, he would be a part of something again and would be among good kin. Maybe he would find love and one day start a family of his own, but if nothing else he would have sanctuary within their ranks. That was all that mattered for now.
HI!IC: The time had come. He'd spent enough time sating his wanderlust, it was now time to find a place to call home and be amongst his kind once more. Pale eyes surveyed the pack lands that stretched before him. Couram's stark silvery-white pelt stood out against the greenery like a beacon in the sun. He had traveled far and long to get where he was this day and what an important day it was. Having traveled overseas from his home in Ireland and explored his way through the new wildernesses, the male had finally decided he was here to stay. After remaining a loner for a few weeks in the new lands while he investigated the claimed territories of the packs he had come across (without breaching borders of course), Couram found himself drawn to one he came to know as Vinatta. It was a semi-newly established group, but of what he had gleaned from other loners he'd encountered, it consisted of accepting, strong, peaceful and hard working members. These traits appealed to the male, as well as their culture and religion. He found himself wanting to know more, to learn about anything they could offer him and be a part of their family.
As the Irishman stood slightly leaning on a carved wooden staff just outside the borders, he lightly stroked the dark mane of his beloved mount, Sinead. The blue roan mare was a docile creature and had been his reliable means of transport and a loyal friend during his travels. They had been through a lot together and Couram was sure that it wasn't just himself who wished for a place to settle. The horse stood patiently at his side, a large rucksack tied to her saddle, content to simply rest while her companion deliberated. "Will be nice to get her into a comfy stable where she can really rest up." Couram thought, admiring his mare's stamina and resolve. Just then a soft mew interrupted the thoughts of the ebony wolf, bringing his attention back to the moment. Draped over one tattooed shoulder a grey rabbit fur cloak acted as a pad for a small black cat with stunning green eyes that perched there - the source of the tiny sound. A small smile broke over the luperci's maw as he scratched lightly behind the cat's ears. "Think this'll do Ciar? I wouldn't mind living here that's for sure." He spoke gently, his heavy Irish accent apparent. 'Almost reminds me of home...' He mused and the cat purred loudly by his ear, giving a small lick against his master's cheek. Couram chuckled and nodded once. "Alright. Let's see if we can get lucky..." He patted the feline's sleek head before returning his attention to the matter at hand.
Looking back out through the trees and deeper into the territory, the male paused just one more moment to inhale the scent of the canines who lived within the borders and to listen to a sparrow singing in the distance. Taking a step forward, toeing the invisible barrier to the claimed landscape, Couram then lifted his maw and howled. His voice erupted loud and clear carrying strongly through the trees and hopefully to the ears of a leader. At the call, Sinead's ears pricked and swiveled and Ciar's purr become quieter but otherwise the animals were unphased. As his voice faded into the distance, the Daenova man sighed and readjusted the belt around his waste which held a variety of herbs and some other small natural items used for healing. He didn't always wear the pouches, but he hoped that in doing so now, he could solidly provide proof of his skills and knowledge as a healer which he would offer as a reason to be accepted into the ranks of Vinatta.
"And now we wait." He whispered, continuing to watch out in front of him, alert for sounds of approaching paw steps. He was a patient man and would wait as long as needed for him to be heard, seen and addressed. After all, he had no other plans and had no family or den to return to. With hope in his heart the Irish wolf could only bless the opportunity he had been given to remedy those things. If accepted into Vinatta, he would be a part of something again and would be among good kin. Maybe he would find love and one day start a family of his own, but if nothing else he would have sanctuary within their ranks. That was all that mattered for now.