02-03-2009, 04:52 PM
Leaders Meeting.
backdated January 30th
DaVinci had been at his wits end, he'd gone on his own personal journey looking for his once ward and all he'd come back with was a scarred up heart and a lot of lose ends that he couldn't tie together. The silvery blue hybrid had been a constant whine in the Patriarch's ear for some time about joining him when he made the call. He tried not to admit that he was but the subleader was still touchy about his duel heritage and what he thought he saw in the eyes of others when they were met with the wirey framed male before them. The strangely hued male paced back and forth before the large steps of the building, staring up at the strange statues that seemed to loom over him as he squared his shoulders and threw his head back, the voice that came forth wasn't the strong call of a wolf but the higher pitched yip of a coyote, once more his very nature shining through as he made a plea with the leaders of the lands to join him.
When his head dropped down he glance back to Jefferson, the dim simmer of hope in his eyes just barely shining. He hoped that the leaders of the other packs wouldn't ignore his call because of who or what he was. The male knew he wasn't the most highly favored male in the lands, by his own actions among other things but he was trying, too bad for the rest of the world he let his emotions get the best of him too often. He was aggitated and restless as once more he began his senseless pacing as he grumbled under his breath. "This isn't going to work.. why would they even listen to me." His stormy orbs flashed to Jefferson as he sighed. "They'd respect you more.." He knew not a single soul had to listen to anything he had to say and that the other leaders if they did listen to eachother it was just being polite, or if they actually knew one another.. DaVinci on the other hand was just a scrap of a thing that half the leaders out there probably only remembered for the trouble he'd caused in his youth.
He plopped himself down at the base of one of the statues as his ears dropped slightly. She wished he'd never let Tyrone and Skylar take the trip back to see their mother. Even without them there he had a cloud of worries over his head and now with Ryan's child placed in the picture he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He just wanted some closure on what had happened to his small rowdy sibling who was more his own daughter than his kid sister. "You think anyone will show.." he asked doubtfully as he stared down at his feet, not wanting to meet the eyes of his leader who was probably scowling at him by now and wishing he was anywhere else but stuck with his annoying normally wisecracking Savant.
backdated January 30th
DaVinci had been at his wits end, he'd gone on his own personal journey looking for his once ward and all he'd come back with was a scarred up heart and a lot of lose ends that he couldn't tie together. The silvery blue hybrid had been a constant whine in the Patriarch's ear for some time about joining him when he made the call. He tried not to admit that he was but the subleader was still touchy about his duel heritage and what he thought he saw in the eyes of others when they were met with the wirey framed male before them. The strangely hued male paced back and forth before the large steps of the building, staring up at the strange statues that seemed to loom over him as he squared his shoulders and threw his head back, the voice that came forth wasn't the strong call of a wolf but the higher pitched yip of a coyote, once more his very nature shining through as he made a plea with the leaders of the lands to join him.
When his head dropped down he glance back to Jefferson, the dim simmer of hope in his eyes just barely shining. He hoped that the leaders of the other packs wouldn't ignore his call because of who or what he was. The male knew he wasn't the most highly favored male in the lands, by his own actions among other things but he was trying, too bad for the rest of the world he let his emotions get the best of him too often. He was aggitated and restless as once more he began his senseless pacing as he grumbled under his breath. "This isn't going to work.. why would they even listen to me." His stormy orbs flashed to Jefferson as he sighed. "They'd respect you more.." He knew not a single soul had to listen to anything he had to say and that the other leaders if they did listen to eachother it was just being polite, or if they actually knew one another.. DaVinci on the other hand was just a scrap of a thing that half the leaders out there probably only remembered for the trouble he'd caused in his youth.
He plopped himself down at the base of one of the statues as his ears dropped slightly. She wished he'd never let Tyrone and Skylar take the trip back to see their mother. Even without them there he had a cloud of worries over his head and now with Ryan's child placed in the picture he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He just wanted some closure on what had happened to his small rowdy sibling who was more his own daughter than his kid sister. "You think anyone will show.." he asked doubtfully as he stared down at his feet, not wanting to meet the eyes of his leader who was probably scowling at him by now and wishing he was anywhere else but stuck with his annoying normally wisecracking Savant.