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Character Name: Lisichka Sadira
* Character Birthdate (including year): May 5th, 2004
* Whether s/he is a regular wolf/coyote or a Luperci: Luperci
* Your e-mail: xiNirvana@gmail.com
* A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). Distant Vampire
* How did you hear about 'Souls?: Uhhh. I'm Sonia!!



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The snow colored male watched with fond, blue eyes as the surroundings became so much more clear and familiar. He had never expected to bring his family back to the lands, but it was well time that his young son knew exactly where his family came from. With a smile, Lisichka reached out and nudged the little boy's rump, before turning his attention to his lovely, lovely bride. Gods, how he adored them. Everything about them screamed perfection. Their perfect health, their family's soaring happiness, it gave the Sadira male a reason to breathe. He had changed since leaving the lands of bleeding souls. He had changed since his mother's death too. Ceres Sadira had been his idol, and since she was gone....there was no point to call Clouded Tears home.

The more they told their son of Clouded Tears, the more he seemed to want to know. And Lisichka, after talking it over with Konane, they had decided to go back. Maluki, troublesome child that he was, might have left already. Or was he even still there when Lisichka had left? It was hard to say. His only worry was that his own children, Mew, Haku, and his beloved Melisande, might have left. His face grew a bit more stern as he caught the scent of his homelands. Well, at least he was home. For better or worse. He sat down as they reached the border, ready to wait for ages. It still smelled like his cousin, like Laruku. Well my dears, this is it... He murmured softly, his tail curling around his paws neatly.



Tybalt Sadira

Name: Tybalt Sadira
Birth date: July 2007
Luperci
Email: rawralphadawg@gmail.com
2nd Contact: PM? AOL: rawralphadawg (rarely online)
I have known of ‘Souls for a very long time =)

The child’s tail wagged as his father’s nose came in contact with his, too, ashen rump. With two white parents, it was only natural that the youngster would resemble them greatly. The only things out of place about him were the few careless smudges of brown that were splattered over his slender body in a few places. It was as if the gods had accidentally dripped paint and tarnished his otherwise ghostly appearance. A paw, an ear, and a curious splotch on his haunch were the only traces of color, other than sparkling blue eyes, also an inheritance.

So this was home, or was going to be soon enough. That’s what his parents said. This was the place where the vapor touched everything. Was it benevolent or was it the stuff of ghost stories? The pup couldn’t wait to find out. Adventurous, bold, and with a (dangerous?) curious streak, Tybalt was ready for the adventure of a lifetime. The names and events of his father’s past (the parts he’d been told) slid across his mind in a blur, similar to the blur the trees, ground, and general landscape were making for his eyes as he looked around in a rush.

Oversized paws had taken him this far; he was finally beginning to grow into his skin. In the coming months he would develop into a mature wolf, at least bodily. There was something about his personality that wasn’t likely to grow out so easily. He was at that impressionable age where cuddles with Mom were becoming less ‘cool’ but still cherished, and he still secretly thought his father was God. The world around him was leaving imprints on his mind, and he looked forward to growing up in the same place that his parents had lived before. If they thought it a good place to make their home, obviously he would follow, like it or not.

Tybalt imitated his father, sitting neatly next to the pale wolf and looking around to grin at his mother. “Do we have to wait long?” he asked inquisitively, “I thought they all knew you here.”


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Character Name: Konane Sadira
* Character Birthdate (including year): Well over a year, not sure what year
* Whether s/he is a regular wolf/coyote or a Luperci: Luperci
* Your e-mail: hannonbrust@gmail.com">shannonbrust@gmail.com
* A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). _brust@gmail.com">s_brust@gmail.com
* How did you hear about 'Souls?: I'm a stalker...I mean I play Lucifer




They where home, to the place where there story had all began, where the two adult where born, from family that lived with in these lands. She was smiling ear to ear happy to be here again. Konane, nuzzled her head under her mate's she was so happy the day they agreed to come back here. This was there home, this was where they rightfully belonged not where they had came from in that small pack. That was to small for her to live in, she had grown to love the open area, she wanted to raise her child where she knew that the pack members wouldn't harm him,where he could run and play all day and then be sent home to there den, when the moon had come out to play.


Shaking her head as her child mocked the actions of his father, her time with him to lay down and cuddle where growing far and few in between, her baby was growing up so fast, she never wanted him to get older, she couldn't even stand to think that one day soon she was going to have to share him with some other female, oh and then where was that icky thought of being a grandmother.Laughing at her son's eagerness, she let her tail touch his back as she pulled it around him. "Tybalt, shhh. It's been many of many moons. Your grandmother was still the alpha last time I was here. They will come, just you wait love."


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It was dreadfully ironic that some people only thought to return when their fortunes had risen; it was as if they didn't remember why they had left in the first place and why they could never be happy there, as if they thought they could infect their wretched birthplace with the happiness they had found elsewhere, as if they had forgotten they were a cursed breed in a cursed land. He had seen a lot of people leave in his time and of those, a quarter seemed to wander back months later and he could never figure out why. Why would anyone want to come back here if they had somehow managed to put it behind them? Corona had called it home, but even though he knew he would never leave, Laruku still found the word awkward on his tongue. Home? Was it really?



Three ghosts stood on the horizon and even without thinking about it, he knew who they were and why they had returned. It seemed like everyone was just rushing back through the floodgates, first Misery, Ahren, and a son of Ahren's newest litter, and now those who had supposedly died with their mothers. Maybe it was a sign that now, more than ever, his time was over and there were other perfectly capable people here to take over for him. So curse an old friend and a cousin with the responsibility because no one needs you anymore. The over-scarred hybrid approached them tiredly, twitching his tail behind him, almost feeling sorry for them that they had decided to come back.



So you're not dead after all, hm? There was no voice, only words; he was too tired for emotion and besides, what was there to feel anyway? He had known all along that Lisichka had simply left though he couldn't remember why or how anymore. It had been a long time and he wasn't sure he had cared in the first place. Who had these people ever been to him? Blood-colored eyes glanced briefly at the child; well, at least it wasn't another drop-off meeting as it had been with Adrastos, not that he had any idea where the hell Cercelee had gone to.

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He chuckled at the boy, nodding his head gently. Aye, they do. But part of being real is knowing you have to wait for the best things. His eyes met with those beautiful blues of his mate and he smiled softly. Oh yes, they had the best things. They had love and respect, and a beautiful son, and they would only add to those numbers as the years and seasons went on. He was still young, and so was she, and there was no end to the possibilities in their futures. Your Grandmother was a wonderful leader; the pack lost so much when she died... Quietly he added onto his lover's words, feeling his throat tighten once more as he thought of his mother. Always, always it hurt. He did not miss Colibri, he could only mourn losing his children, but he missed his mother. He imagined Tybalt would feel the same way for Konane, his boy was smart and must have known what a blessing his mother happened to be.

He held his breath as he watched the darkened figure of his cousin approach. Their blood mixed through the Nasphrite line, and Lisichka respectfully bowed his head as Laruku approached. He bit his tongue as the Alpha spoke, bleakly nodding his head. It would seem that Maluki's best attempts failed. He said. I'm glad to see you're still around. It was said with a soft smile, though his eyes were sad. So many scents were missing from the collective mist of Clouded Tears. With time, it seemed everything had been whisked away.
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Tybalt quieted, accepting his mother’s tail as an additional coat to his own adult-forming fur. It was at last (and none too soon with the upcoming winter) beginning to thicken as courser guard hairs overtook the soft, puppy-felt that would be his undercoat. This winter might be a cold one for the pup since he had been born later in the season than was usual for non-luperci wolves. Listening to his parents talk about his grandma, whom he had never had the obvious pleasure of meeting, made his stomach do flips. There was so much that the youth didn’t know about the lands they were entering, and it seemed that his parents knew a lot about what used to be here. Did they still know who dwelled in this pack? What if the warm reception that they were expecting instead turned out to be nothing more than a harsh growl warning them away?


In his heart, Ty knew these fears were probably unfounded; they were just the reaction of a young pup entering a new and unfamiliar situation. Even so, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat relieved when his father greeted the stranger-wolf with familiarity and a bow. The boy quite forgot his manners; he knew he was supposed to show respect as well, but the appearance of this leader, he supposed, wasn’t at all what he had been expecting. It would have shamed his parents no doubt to know that their son was more than a little freaked out by the scarred hybrid with red eyes. And what did he say? Something about being dead? Why would anyone think his parents were dead? Confused, but set on acting completely normal, Ty finally lowered his neck, risking a glance to his father to calm his racing heart.

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The silver female couldn't help but to smile at her family, they where picture perfect. She had the child that she thought she could never have, and the mate that she was go glade to have won. Her blue eyes looked up to the white male with a soft laugh, Tybalt was going to be a handful once he got use to the lands, she was sure that she was going to have to teach him the danger's of the lake. Konane hated water and fear losing another child to the watery grave, not something she would ever tell her child about his brother or sister...why should she? They where dead.

The she wolf glared at the half breed, she wanted the lands to remain in the family, and not fall into the paws of a half breed, but she bit her lip, as she fought the want to stand up and push him away with her paw. Konane pushed her talon's into the hard ground, letting the earth under her forum around her paws, she didn't want to teach her child her hate, she wanted him to stay pure. Pure of heart, and mind, and soul. What more could a mother ever wish for in her son? He was the child that Colibri had taken and raised, after her and Lisichka had went against the wishes of the pack and family. Konane was sure that she had raised him to hate the two of them.

"So glad to see that you grew up....well"
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Sorry, I totally didn't see this. x| You can all reply again or I can just close this?



These days, Laruku stood mostly on neutrality because anything else was simply too tiring. All of the laughter, all of the hatred and resentment, and all of the merciless violence belonged to someone else now and all he had left was a weary mind, most of which didn't even belong to him anymore. He had no love or particular respect for neither Lisichka nor Konane. He had known both only briefly or not at all and did not care to even try to remember things from when they had last seen each other (hadn't it been a funeral?). He no longer occupied himself with wondering about reasons for abandonment and why they would choose to show their faces again here so long after the fact. It didn't matter. They were here now.



He left before you did, you know, the hybrid said, though as soon as the words left his lips, he wasn't so sure. The weeks leading up to and following the death of the former leader was a blur and really, aside from the burial itself, there was only one thing he remembered and tried to forget. It didn't matter. Laruku shrugged at Konane's words, feeling their emptiness and not caring once again. Maybe she didn't like him for whatever reason, but if she found out more, then she would have even more reason. He could have laughed. It was inevitable that they regret their reason, even if he had nothing to do with it. Well, I assume you're all here to stay, so stay. Everything is pretty much as you left it, only blood and death ever separates any two slices of time, hm?



Maybe they weren't words that should have been said in front of a child, but he wanted to leave all of a sudden. He didn't want to deal with their petty words, trying to remember who the hell he was and why he was there; he didn't want to know where they had gone and what had transpired, the real reasons for why they had left in the first place. They were white ghosts on the hill -- a reminder of Sadira's dead reign. He was a cousin by marriage and shared no blood with the dead queen. They were that reminder of his unfortunate childhood, even if it had been buried for a long, long time. The tattered hybrid turned away and left, having nothing else to say.

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