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Jefferson Soul · 04-05-2010, 10:39 AM

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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. ^^

He'd been eager to get back, that was no surprise. Their little trick had gone well -- secret meetings between he and Dawali had revealed members panicking, misunderstanding, or otherwise falling suspicious of the sudden change -- but it had not entirely been just a ploy to upset those beneath him. Jefferson rarely went out of his way to bother his members, especially considering his typical sarcasm was hardly an extra effort and more of a consistent thing that just happened to be bothersome. He and Dawali had switched for higher purposes; a few days away, to learn about the people and the land with which they were allianced. The cyclops had familiarized himself with their way of life, even for the few days he was gone. They were peaceful there, calm, safe. Like Phoenix Valley, they meant no harm and only sought to be left to live their lives without violent interruption.

The cyclops returned on two legs, sleep pulling at his eyes. What time had he left AniWaya? The journey was such a long one, but now as dawn approached the sun peeked a brilliant orange hue and lit up the morning sky. At the pack's borders he paused, breathing in that sweet smell he knew so well; here was his home, the place he'd adopted as his own, the land he had been with which he had been charged at Iskata's demise and Deuce's abrupt leave. He loved it, he took pride in it. He was the difference between its failure -- something Phoenix Valley had been in danger of several times between his promotion to leader in early spring and the following winter -- and life. The pack had given him a home, and now he extended that invitation to those who desired the same. That was the most he could do, at least for Iskata -- without her, he surely would have starved to death.

The cyclops continued his easy stride back towards the ranch, but even that was still a journey away walking on aching and weary legs. A yawn broke through his walls and he paused again only to stretch and roll his shoulders; a hare darted past, but Jefferson merely peered at it and moved on. He had little interest in hunting or running. The brute only wanted to see his members, Geneva, and another sun rise over Phoenix Valley. He'd missed them, but he wouldn't admit it.

Had he been missed? The cyclops doubted it. The brute raised his nose to the violet sky and released a long howl despite the hour of morning: An announcement of his return, that there was no cause for alarm. There was no invitation there to meet him, no call to gather the troops to be interviewed on all the sudden changes and jokes. That done, all Jefferson could do was continue his slow saunter towards the ranch house, tattered ears twitching and mangled arm aching as always.

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Pontiac · 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!”

Zynex · 04-06-2010, 04:00 PM

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Had Jefferson found this funny? Of course he had. How could the female even question that? When such an elaborate display as taunting the crimson-locked dame with the very image of her obsession, as LEADER no doubt; only one with a mind as twisted as the one-eyed Patriarch’s could have conceived this trick.

And how livid, this female was. Beyond cognitive thought and words, she was angry.

She had heard the sound of his voice in the hear distance, her den now stationed close to the borders of the ranch, and withdrew herself from her solitude. If only in the spirit of malicious intent did she do this, just to have her way to the inconsiderate ass. Let the gnashing of fangs begin.

On two legs, the female strode across the earthen carpet, stopping once or twice at leisure to steal a shooting stalk from its comfort and place it in her paws. Yes, she had taken a liking to flowers it seemed, but her wanted to the colorful flora did not deviate her reason for walking toward Jefferson’s home. Especially when the ass in question lumbered toward his home only to be stopped by an excited female, albeit the words from her maw didn’t sound too pleasant.

‘You’re an ass!’

Zyn’s thoughts exactly. Coming upon the pair with a swagger all her own, tail swaying to the rhythm of some melody in her head, she offered a gentle smile, misleading to the inferno raging within that crème tinged breast. And in the depths of her eyes glimmered unsheathed knives. If looks could kill… “Hello Jefferson,” she began softly, greeting the Alpha with an aversion of her glittering gems. “Did you enjoy your trick…excuse me, your trip?” She span of her smile increased gradually. A braided crimson lock was twirled in a foreboding caress about her slender digits. And all about the female screamed ‘calm’.

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Jefferson Soul · 04-07-2010, 11:06 AM

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Jefferson was met with two extremes: Pontiac, a wolfess he'd known to be caring and concerned for her packmates, and Zynex, whom he'd quickly learned was bitter, fiery, and short-tempered. While the cyclops was not expecting visitors before the afternoon when he'd presumably woken up after a long rest back in the ranch house for the first time in days, Jefferson was not intruded upon by their presence. What he hadn't been expecting was to be utterly tackled, and had the scarred man not known how to control his instincts better, poor Pontiac might have been met with a foot to the gut or something similar, acted out of sheer reflex. The locking of those reflexes, however, solidified him in space, and he was thus defenseless against the rush of the embrace.

Wide-eyed, the cyclops looked at Pontiac baffled when she insulted him in addition, though there was no power behind those words. Had his leave made a difference? There certainly hadn't been intent to; it was all a trick, sure, but there were plenty more reasons for its happening. Jefferson, always awkward in such situations, ignored the fact that his arm was now throbbing in its sling squeezed between their chests, and with his other hand simply patted the girl on the back. He was really no good at sentimentalities, and Geneva would probably vouch for that. "Pontiac, I--"

He was, however, much better with his typical snide and sarcastic emotions, and that was how he chose to deal with Zynex. Her words were laced with poison even though her demeanor was left calm and unfazed; strange, since Jefferson had assumed she had warmed up to him a little after their big 'talk.' It didn't seem to be the case. Releasing Pontiac, the cyclops' single green eye affixed on the red-furred wolfess, and the brute smiled and remained calm. "I did, thank you," he responded with an uncharacteristic politeness. "...But it's nicer to be back and see familiar faces. I'm guessing you were good to Dawali? On your best behavior, hmm?" Although his gaze browsed over the both of them, the last fragment of his words were paired with a prickly look in his eye and a smirk at his scarred lips, sent briefly at Zynex. He wasn't afraid to piss her off. Besides, wasn't one of her goals to learn how to control herself and fit into a pack -- and the unpredictability of pack life?

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Pontiac · 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?”

Zynex · 04-09-2010, 09:03 AM

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Was she good to Dawali? Zyn was utterly floored by this question. Whether it was of literal interest or a tease at her expense, she did not find humor in it. If anything…she was outright embarrassed by it. The crimson female turned her head from her Leader, fighting back a disgruntled growl. No, she wouldn’t play into this, not with another pack-mate watching when she was supposed to be exhibiting respect to her commander. But how she wanted to deck that bastard just one in his good eye. But her tail, as always, was the giveaway, crinkling and twitch erratically in her failure to quiet her internal emotions.

“I was good to him,” she admitted curtly, curling her tongue to keep anything harsh at bay. “I actually expected him to stay longer, but it is good to have you back.” Resistance was crucial in this situation. As [Pontiac] spoke on behalf of Jefferson, the she-wolf rolled her silver oculars knowing full well that Jefferson’s leave was in good humor…at least now she understood that but would not comment on it. Instead she inclined her head gingerly in a bow. Indeed no one was hurt…not physically anyway.

But she did hold some intrigue for what Jefferson learned from AniWaya, even if she was still bitter at him. She silently perked her ears forward.

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Pendzez Zazkex · 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."

Jefferson Soul · 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."

Pontiac · 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.

Zynex · 04-12-2010, 11:47 AM

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He was getting a kick of this situation, and she damn well knew it. Perhaps it had something to do with the glint in his good eye. That bought mirth that always riled the female in his presence when she met him. Maybe it had something to do with his disposition, how it faintly resembled her own in another light. Whatever the cause, she knew he was rather enjoying this. But knowing this, she was silent.

Learning of the Valley’s alliance with AniWaya stirred something within the woman. Hope, as rare as it was for her to admit this. And with hope came a genuine smile to her muzzle. A flutter in her breast sent the female’s tail dancing against her thighs, anticipation brimming and bubbling over onto her exterior. Oh she was excited about this news.

And amongst the growing party, Zynex formed herself a plan. She offered a short bow to Pendezez in respect as he came near. Her silver eyes darted to both Jefferson and Pontiac before she offered the gesture to them as well. Anxious, she inched from the trio, her legs taking a life of them own before her maw could comply in formulating a response. “Sorry, but I have to leave,” she uttered hastily, nearly tripping over herself in her haste to turn. “I’ll see you all some other time,” again she bowed, excusing herself from their presence before darting off aimlessly from the field.

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