April Fools! Jefferson's back. 8D For the record, he was gone 5.5-6 days ICly. Hope this is not too terribly disappointing for anyone. XD All welcome for anyone wanting to ask questions, hear what he learned, hear about Dawali or AniWaya, etc., but PV members only please. No limit on how many join, either. ^^
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04-05-2010, 10:39 AM
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04-05-2010, 10:11 PM
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OCC: I take back loving you Lin >,< Oh Pon trying to tackle Jefferson, I figured you should decide if she's able to. As howl hit the female’s ears as she hear the old/current Patriarch, Pontiac’s ears shifted upon her head as she jumped up. Her hands reached up grabbing her hat as she slipped it onto her head. Her heart raced as her feet hit the floor racing to where she heard the howl come from. There were many questions that she wanted to ask him, first she wanted to yell and scream at him for leaving the pack as he did, and it was rather in insult. Did he not believe that his pack could and would protect him if someone came to the borders that wished to harm the pack?
Her legs pushed and pushed, digging into the ground taking her as fast as her two legs could take her. Pontiac’s hat flopped off beating in the wind as her hair followed the hat. She was only hoping that he male was coming back to join his followers. Her blue eyes looked for the one eyed leader that she had been able to compare him to a billy goat, all gruff and with a hard shell but surely there was something deep in there that was loving and caring. See the target, she squealed with joy as she pushed off the ground arms out reached, boy oh boy she was glad to see him!”You’re an ass!” .Pontiac001 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f5f8f8; letter-spacing:1px; } .Pontiac001ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#f5f8f8; text-align:right;} .Pontiac001 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Pontiac001 {margin:0 auto; width:345px; background-color:#080a03; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... iac001.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #c5b1d9; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c5b1d9; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html]
04-06-2010, 04:00 PM
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04-07-2010, 11:06 AM
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04-09-2010, 01:22 AM
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Had three doctors appointments the last two days. Sorry :x Arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace letting go she laughed, it was a rather mean joke but he was back! Oh…wait…was it a joke or did he just come back for a visit. The female let go of the leader after he gave a soft pat upon her back. Hell must be freezing over or something along the lines. However, she was glad that the one eye male was back in the lands, it was a security thing. As it should, she joined the pack with him as the leader and that is how she feels it should be no questions asked.
Pontiac’s icy colored eyes looked over to the other female she sat bitterly upon Pontiac’s tongue. The Tueris shook her head with a content sigh, she tried to keep her comment to her-self allowing Jefferson to do his job at keeping the pack working, but something wasn’t letting her, she smiled as she brushed her hands over her body and then messed around with her cowboy hat that was sloppy placed upon her head. ”Awww heck, it was all in the name of fun. Even if it was not funny to us, he is allowed to have some fun with us. No one got hurt. “ She stood tall placing a fist upon her hip as she popped her hip up, letting her other hand hang lifeless at her side. ”So whatcha’ learn?” .Pontiac001 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f5f8f8; letter-spacing:1px; } .Pontiac001ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#f5f8f8; text-align:right;} .Pontiac001 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Pontiac001 {margin:0 auto; width:345px; background-color:#080a03; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... iac001.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #c5b1d9; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c5b1d9; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html]
04-09-2010, 09:03 AM
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04-09-2010, 09:32 AM
Jefferson had returned? Had the former Patriarch came to check on what he called his home after switching positions with the AniWayan leader? Dawali made it clear that the two leaders switched places between the two packs because of the war. However, now the war was coming to an end, was Jefferson going to return to us. Pendzez heard he was leaving forever, not for the duration of the war.
Pendzez appeared to the group, finding Jefferson there with Pontiac and Zynex. Apparently, it was a trick because of the first day of April. The humans and their traditions, which Dawali and Jefferson chose to act upon. Seemed to be weird, especially during the war. However, he shouldn't doubt the decisions of leaders, even if it is unethical. "Jefferson, you have returned home."
04-09-2010, 12:40 PM
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The brute stifled his need to snicker at Zynex's predictable reaction -- had they been alone, surely she would have not hesitated to start a screaming match with him. He didn't mind, he supposed, if it meant she would recognize her tendency to be short-tempered and improve on fixing it. He wouldn't have been surprised if he deserved someone reacting in such a way -- maybe the rest of the pack was just too easygoing when it came to his brutish antics. The cyclops scratched at his head and allowed a yawn to break through. "It was all in good humor, yes, but there was some point behind it. We and AniWaya are allianced, you know. The war's ending now, but we never know when another emergency could happen, and Dawali and I wanted to be more familiar with each others' territories. That's all." It was at that point he noticed Pendzez, and with a smile and a nod the Patriarch greeted the white wolf. Out of anyone who might've taken news of his leave uniquely, Pendzez would have been the one. He'd been here longest, after all, but it seemed the Nuncio was unfazed and at peace as always. Adjusting the sling on his chest after its squeeze in Pontiac's embrace, Jefferson continued. "I met a few of their members, looked around the packlands... They have an interesting way of life -- spirit guides and such. I figured the only way to really understand it was to live there myself for a few days." A sheepish smirk pulled at his lips, "I didn't think I'd be missed." .airplanes b {font-weight:bold; color:#827165; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooctext {font-style:italic; color:#95A0A9; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:9px; text-align: right;} .airplanes p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .airplanes {margin:0 auto; width:399px; background-color:#EBF1F6; background-image:url(http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #49361E; padding: 0px 0px 110px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#95A0A9; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html]
04-12-2010, 03:59 AM
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So it was a joke but there was actually more behide the joke, it was a dry run in case something bad happened. The tan and ivory female’s ears shifted to lie back against her head as she looked to the male. It broke her heart thinking that something could ever come to that point that he would have to leave the lands. Was thing going to boil up again between the two lands? Oh goodness she had hoped not, she loved the way the pack was. It did throw her out of her comfort level when the other male was claiming to be the leader of the lands and Jefferson had to leave them. A hand reached up grabbing her hat, pulling it off her head, rubbing the side, curling it up. Her voice cracked as she tried to speak, the Tueris was bordering tears as she looked back to the leader. Only one of her ears flicked forward while talking to the male. ”Wh..What changes should we be looking forward to…if any?” Change made the adult uneasy, though she was a rouge for most of her life. The idea of a change in the way she lived her daily life made her scared, if not a bit panicked. .Pontiac001 b {font-weight:bold; color:#f5f8f8; letter-spacing:1px; } .Pontiac001ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#f5f8f8; text-align:right;} .Pontiac001 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Pontiac001 {margin:0 auto; width:345px; background-color:#080a03; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... iac001.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #c5b1d9; padding: 0px 0px 215px 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c5b1d9; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html]
04-12-2010, 11:47 AM
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