Joining

[Mew Sadira]

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http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/v ... ablebg.jpg);font-family:trebuchet, verdana, sans-serif; text-align:justify;padding:15px;color:#AC7E66;line-height:11px;font-size:12px;">Please show patience, as it is in the middle of the week and people are at work/school. People also have numerous threads to reply to and will not refresh the forum constantly to post in every thread every second. Repeatedly asking for quick responses to your threads, or nagging/spamming PM's to people is considered rude, and will not be generally liked by the population at 'Souls. Also, please refrain from posting Out Of Character messages in threads that should be In Character. Everything on the Pack Forum should be In Character, and counts as In Character post counts to measure acitivity. Post your Out Of Character things in the designated OOC forums Word count: 391 Exactly why she had decided to stroll around the borders this day, Mew didn't know. It wasn't like her. But her mind was full, clogging with thoughts about Lubomir, and the things he had promised. And about how she didn't expect hi to keep them. Why should he? No one kept their word, and the world was full of lying, scheming, twisted creatures. The only pure minds she could spot these days were those of the youngest children, pups tumbling about among their parents' legs, asking questions and pointing out the obvious with pure honesty. Though, she wondered how Firefly's children would turn out. Would they be as corrupted as their parents? If Mew had her way, they'd be brought up better than both Haku and Firefly had been. And Haku wouldn't have a say, he know how stubborn his sister could be. Smiling slightly at the thought, her four white paws carried her along the outskirts of the claimed land, thoughts drifting and gaze absent. Her ears trembled and quickly turned to catch up the sound that she had heard - surely, a howl? Perhaps someone had come to visit. Immediately, the femme felt her suspicion grow inside of her, but she changed her direction to find the source of the howl nonetheless. She was not frightened, and it would take more than a single wolf howling at the borders to unnerve her. Replying swiftly with a short, sharp howl - somewhat formal in tones - she let whoever it was know that she was coming to meet the person who craved the attention of Dahlia de Mai. And surely, not many minutes had passed until she could notice the scent of another, and someone who did not carry the scent of any of the other packs either. Intrigued, Mew walked right up to him (because it became apparent, as she drew closer, that it was a he - fur black as night, like Desaevio had har), and introduced herself, granting the male a formal nod and a polite smile. She was open on the outside, but he would have to work a little to gain her trust if he had any proper business with them. Hello. I am Mew Sadira, Tilia of Dahlia de Mai, whose borders you are currently standing on. What caused you to call for me?

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