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Dmitri Volsky · 08-22-2010, 11:47 PM

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1. Character Name: Dmitri Vladovich Volsky
2. Character Birthdate (including year): May 27, 2008
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: Russian Wolf
5. Gender: Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). AIM: Reamwolf
YIM: etoilechetare
7. Currently played characters: none
8. How you found 'Souls: Deb, who found it it on the top 50 wolf rpgs.

9. Initial post:
OOC: Please allow Aleksandr to post before a leader does!

Finally, they'd made it to a pack. Dmitri glanced behind him to make sure Sasha was still following. Once he got to that scent boundary he stopped and took a few steps back and sat down. He wasn't in some huge hurry to be accepted into this new pack; actually, he would've preferred to explore around some but Sasha had been just a tad been antsy and he wanted his brother to be comfortable. Once they got accepted he'd explore the lands before going elsewhere to look around. He was, however, quite excited to meet the locals and begin to make friends. He let out a woof for Sasha to come settle by him so they could wait for someone to come along.

As he sat there he got more excited thinking about all the new things he was gonna learn about. His tail wagged across the round behind him as he beamed back at his brother, "Vy vzvolnovany?" he asked as he fidgeted slightly, lifting a dexterous paw to fiddle with the bandanna across his neck. The journey had been a long, rough one. It felt like all that work getting here was gonna pay off somehow. He didn't know how quite yet, but soon enough they'd know. Maybe Sasha could even work on his English more while they were here.

Vy vzvolnovany? = Are you excited?

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Aleksandr Volsky · 08-23-2010, 12:13 AM

1. Aleksandr Vladovich Volsky (nicknames. Sasha, Aleks)
2. May 28, 2008
3. Luperci
4. Russian Wolf
5. Male
6. AIM: Dill1095. Y!M: debherpderp
7. First.
8. Top 50 Wolf RPGs and Myth V's affiliates.

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They had been walking for what felt like a long time, or at least Sasha felt that way, already dragging his paws on the ground and nodding his head tiredly with each step. His 'suffering' had been brought upon himself, of course, having been the one that wanted to join a pack here in the first place, but he would have never guessed that it would be so hard to find one that was likable. Not that they had gotten to talk to many of the other packs, mostly they just walked in a straight line, and passed them by. But this one, this one here was directly in front of them, impossible to miss.

He had stopped several times to sit and scratch at that earring with one of his hind legs, whining whenever his claw tugged at it too hard, but never stopping. He'd never really be the kind to learn from his mistakes so quickly, like the child that burns their hand touching a hot surface, but goes to touch it again as soon as the wound heals. And, speaking of wounds and burning, those ropes had really affected his walking in the most negative of ways. His pawpads were worn enough, and with all the walking, they were starting to feel sore and hurt him with each of his steps.

Naturally, he was about ready to give up and just flop into a sleeping pile on the floor, when Dimi barked at him (so civilized, and here he was, barking) to come. Sasha felt like a pet, but it didn't matter for long, it really did take a lot to get him angry. He went, obediently, and sat beside his brother, feeling even more like a pet for being in his lupus form while his brother was all . . . not-lupus. He'd forgotten the word for that. But it didn't matter, either. Да. Вы? he responded, practically muttering as he directed his gaze downward. And then his ears were pressed back, his head lowered, all ready for a leader to show up. Смотри покорной, Дима.

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Да. Вы? = Yeah. Are you?
Смотри покорной, Дима. = Look submissive, Dimi.

Geneva Stockholm · 08-23-2010, 12:39 AM

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Table by Draggar ♥. Welcome to 'Souls! Pleased to meet the pair of you.

Geneva Stockholm sauntered across the territory boundaries in her Optime form today. For some reason, she felt that walking on two legs would be best. She did not have any difficulty traveling in either form, but recently she preferred the dexterity that came with her Optime form, especially when it came to caring for her young son, Pripyat. The boy had so much energy and he was definitely a handful. However, Pripyat was mindful of his overly cautious mother, and so she did not have much to be worried about. She found it hard to put her anxiety to rest anyway.

The slight, gray colored Whilom felt her ears prick up when the sound of a bark interrupted the relative quiet of her relaxed patrol of the borders. Geneva did not have a working sense of smell, and so she actively relied on her other senses. She spun on her heel and walked the short way that brought her to what she believed would be the source of the sound. Her instincts did not let her down. Geneva's lime green eyes took in the forms of two strangers. At first glance, she could tell that they were full grown males. One was in Optime form and the other was in lupus form. They seemed to be conferring with one another.

Geneva made her presence known shortly, a curious glint in her eye as she took in the duo. She noted the glint of jewelry on one of the male's. That made her think of Nikolai, a male she had once met and spent some time with, but those memories were hazy and belonged to an entirely different lifetime. One side of the woman's face was scarred, an inset of pearly lines delicately creating an indelicate fault line across her temple and ending in the too tight stretching of the flesh and fur around one eye. It was a subtle disfigurement, but one that became more apparent as her expressions changed. The woman's voice was soft, as it always was, although it held some curiosity and the faint echo of the authority that came with her position within the pack. "Hello, gentlemen. You are almost within the boundaries of Phoenix Valley, the pack that lays claim to these lands. Are you looking for something, or someone?"

Dmitri Volsky · 08-23-2010, 04:43 AM

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OOC: Pleasure to meet you, as well. Big Grin

Sasha came up beside him and sat down, listening as well as he always had. Sometimes he felt bad ordering him around, other times it just felt right. He never seemed to mind, really, so other than the passing thought he didn't really think much about it. His tail wagged some more as he gave a simple nod of his head to his brother's returned question, noticing how unenthusiastic he sounded. Dimi tilted his head and quirked a brow at his lighter colored half. "Ochenʹ ubeditelʹno." he said with a slight smirk at the oh-so-serious male before he quickly corrected his stance. He'd been so excited, of course he didn't really think to hold himself properly for when whoever came to accept them showed up. Flipping his red-brown ears back and curling his tail to his hind leg, only adjusting his head enough to look polite and not overly submissive. He was too excited to hold his head low like Sasha.

When he looked up someone was approaching them; a female in the same form as he was. He was glad to see he wasn't the only one who preferred this form over his brother's comfort with his lupus one. She approached and he ducked his head just a bit further down for good measure, not wanting to make a bad first impression on the one who appeared to be a leader in the pack and therefore was going to be the one to accept them at this point. Dimi found it just a tad hard to comprehend her words as she didn't take many pauses; that's usually when he decoded what someone said. So after she finished speaking it took him a few painfully slow seconds to reply with, what he hoped, wasn't a stupid answer.

"Yes," Dmitri began carefully, "My brother and I were hoping to join the ranks of your pack," he added feeling just a bit long-winded when he really hadn't said much at all. "My name is Dmitri, and this is Aleksandr," the dark male gestured to his more formal counterpart with a nod of his head and a slight wave in his direction with a hand. Now he couldn't help but feel a little nervous about the meeting even if he was sure he wouldn't trip up and do something to ruin their chances of acceptance.

He glanced to his brother for a moment, giving him a chance to either give a response of his own or pass it up and allow the female to speak up again. He turned his bright eyes back to her, eying the scars on her face with a subtle amount of curiosity. He was sure he'd learn about those later; every scar told a very interesting story that he was more than eager to sit down and listen to if they'd allow him to.

Ochenʹ ubeditelʹno.= Very convincing.

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Aleksandr Volsky · 08-23-2010, 05:06 AM

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OOC
Equally nice to meet you!

IC
His brother's joke had gone by ignored, or at least just not responded to, and Sasha contented himself with just staring blankly at the ground as if he was looking at it but seeing nothing. It was true. There was nothing to look at on the ground, it was just dirt, the occasional blade of grass here and there, but mostly dirt where he sat. Hesitantly, tentatively, he lifted his forepaw, but then quickly brought it back down again as he startled himself with its movement. These things happened often, he didn't need to think to move, and he often did so without realizing it.

A few more seconds hesitation, and he lifted his paw again, bringing it forward to play with and bat at one of the blades of grass on the ground. There was also a pebble. He tried to ignore the pebble and focus on playing with the grass. But the pebble remained in his line of sight, irritating him, taunting him, trying to get him to give it attention. And so, he gave it attention, but only enough to push it aggressively to the side where it would stop being such an unwanted distraction. Wasn't that one of the characteristics of harassment? He couldn't remember.

But there was someone else with them, and her seemingly sudden presence startled him, for he was entirely focused on focusing, and had managed to turn off his sense from the world. Ears that had become erect without his noticing folded back again, and he glanced up only to know who begun talking to him before his eyes were glued to the ground again. Her English was far too advanced for him, and she had been using phrases that he'd never heard before, and so he decided he'd let Dmitri do the talking. He was always the talker. Aleksandr was the doer. Sort-of.

Ah, but his brother's English was very understandable to him, they spoke in the same accent and the same speed, even if Dimi's vocabulary was more expansive than his own, as was his knowledge of grammar and sentence structure. But, once he understood what was going on, he felt compelled to join in on it, to put in his own two cents, to make it known that he had a voice and could speak English, too. Albeit broken and flawed, but it was certainly better than their family's English in the old country. If they even spoke English. They had no reason to, Aleks thought.

Dimi and Sasha, da, he said, quietly, just in case she would like to know their nicknames rather than those (seemingly hard to pronounce for English-speakers, somehow) full names. Then, he cracked a small smile, wondering if his previous straight face would be off-putting, and allowed his tail to lightly dust the ground it was lain upon. Want join pack, da. We join pack?

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Geneva Stockholm · 08-23-2010, 05:55 PM

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Table by Draggar ♥. Smile

The pair's straight forward and genial response genuinely pleased Geneva. She smiled pleasantly at them, some of her natural warmth shining through the mantle of authority she sometimes donned at the borders. Strangers naturally made the new mother wary. She found herself thinking three steps ahead of her current situation, something that she had not done instinctively before motherhood. The gray Whilom now looked at things from all different angles, and while she was still open-minded, she had so many more reasons to be guarded and cautious as well. She had never dreamed that there could be so many different facets within her life, so many dimensions that could push and pull her in different directions while she was making decisions. Often she tasted the bitter herb of responsibility spiced with the sweetness of love, and that made all the difference to her. Dimi and Sasha seemed open enough, making their intentions plain to see, and so she regarded them with the same honesty, deciding to make her own concerns known as well.

Geneva also realized that her mother tongue did not come so naturally to Dmitri, and Sasha did not speak very much either, although his words were flavored with honesty and friendliness, she felt. The look of concentration on Dmitri's face made Geneva decide to try to communicate more effectively with them. She made a conscious effort to pause the rhythm of her words, although she did not slow her speech so much that she would insult the pair. "Welcome, Dmitri and Aleksandr. My name is Geneva. I am the..." she looked for the right word, knowing that Phoenix Valley vernacular would probably not be the best understood by the nonnative speakers. "...the Advisor to the Alpha. It is possible for you to join the pack. But first I need to know a little bit about you. Can you tell me where you came from, why you want to join the pack, and what skills you have?"

Although the males were in two different forms, it was easy for Geneva to see that they were both physically fit and apparently healthy at first glance. Dmitri was particularly striking in his Optime form, but she could not decide if it was because of the contrasting colors of his pelt. His brows were dark across his face, lending even more character to his expression. Between the two of them, Aleksandr seemed to be more sociable. Despite the few words he had spoken, his body language seemed more open, or something like that. For a moment, her thoughts turned to Bindu, the young female who had quite suddenly fallen into her care. She hoped that the front that these two were presenting was indeed truthful, because Geneva had many relying on her judgment for their safety. The wolfess was a full head and shoulders shorter than her mate, Jefferson, and lithe and thin, her bones delicate and small. Her strength did not lay within her body; instead, the Whilom relied keenly upon her logic. The doubt she was feeling came from the sense of "newness" of actually operating in the pack again, she knew. With a little faith in herself, she hoped that this border interview would end well.

Dmitri Volsky · 08-23-2010, 11:27 PM

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OOC: Deb you don't have to match this I just keep rambling. xD <3

The silence that had come from Sasha had been someone expected; he didn't need to say any more. He was obviously a little lost in thought and he could tell he was tired as well. Dimi would just leave him be to think his thoughts and mess with the grass below his feet like some awkward little puppy. He flung a pebble at his side and he couldn't help but give Sasha another curious look; he could never really understand what went on in that head of his. Which, he supposed, was okay. Sasha deserved his privacy. He left the pebble on the ground beside him alone to concentrate on the female that showed up.

He turned to his brother to notice a friendly smile on his desaturated face; Dimi had been just trying to concentrate on being proper and polite rather than friendly. So obviously he wasn't too awesome at socializing, but he'd get better at it the more they met people and made friends. He tried to mimic Alek and found it easy enough to put a genuine smile on his face, even if it felt a little odd to be... smiling at this point. But he didn't want the female thinking he was some too-serious guy who didn't know how to be friendly.

His smile became much more apparent at his brother's endearing way of speaking; even if he wasn't as good at English as he was, he got straight to the point and the way he spoke, in his opinion, made him seem even friendlier than he already appeared to be. It was just... endearing. No other word could really suit it as much as that one did, and it was such an odd word to tack to the rough Russian male. He was glad to have Sasha around. It helped him loosen up and relax and probably helped their chances here.

Dmitri turned his blue-purple eyes back to Geneva as she welcomed them and introduced herself. He was going to have a problem pronouncing that name, and he visibly appreciated her attempt to slow down just a bit and find words that would be easy enough for them to understand. At least she didn't talk to them like they were stupid foreigners or babies like some of the strangers the pair had met. He gave a few nods of acknowledgment, carefully considering her words and already thinking of his answer by the time she was done speaking. He took a moment longer to think of how he was going to reply.

"We come from a tribe in Northern Russia," Dimi started off, "We would like to join because we need a home. We've been traveling for some time to come here." A very long time now that he thought about it. All that hard work was so close to paying off. "The both of us are quite skilled at free running. That means we can hunt easily in cluttered spaces where hunting would otherwise be difficult." Not to mention how cool it looked. He just hoped that skill was enough to get them into the pack. He couldn't really think of the other skills he had now that he had to think of it.

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Aleksandr Volsky · 08-23-2010, 11:59 PM

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He listened silently to her words, slower now, and it was much more helpful now that she was taking the time to enunciate everything clearly for their benefit. Of course, it was still no use to Sasha, he could understand hardly half of what she was saying, and there was still the question of whether or not he could put the words to their proper use in her sentences. But, this was a good thing, he decided, that this stranger was being so understanding with them rather than disdainful or condescending for their lack of language skills in English. Language skills. Language was a skill?

She had said something about skills. Yes, she had asked a question, regarding skills, to them. What else could she be talking about in that sense? Surely she wanted to know what they could do, and they way she had asked them seemed to mean that this question was rather important. He could understand that, after all, they were trying to join a pack that had never even heard of them, it would be a waste of her time to let in a foreigner that could do nothing but shoot out garbled phrases of a language that seemed reminiscent of English in some ways or another. He was sure that Dimi would handle these questions well enough.

But, like a child wanting to make a good impression on his parents' adult friends, he felt compelled to help his brother answer this question some way or another. They could do many things, the two of them. And so, when Dmitri finished talking, Aleksandr just began naming all kinds of things. Speak Russian. Dmitri speak English. And . . . count, da. Tie knot, work on the ship had required such knowledge, and he had learned fast. Climb tree. Make trap, and he could thank the tribe for that one. And . . . And . . .

Then, he drew a blank, and his eyes continued to stare down at the ground again without seeing, as if he had never said anything at all.

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Geneva Stockholm · 08-24-2010, 12:38 AM

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Table by Draggar ♥. Welcome to the pack Big Grin

The Whilom listened thoughtfully to what Dmitri had to say. Geneva could not remember ever hearing of such a skill, but she did not doubt that it could be useful. The woman nodded once Dimi was finished speaking, but did not have long to think of a response to form because Aleksandr spoke next. She smiled down at him. It was obvious that he wanted to make a good impression, and she appreciated the fact that he wanted to take an active part in this border interview. She was impressed by the fact that, despite his difficulty with English, he still wanted to communicate what he could offer.

"It sounds like you have a lot to offer," the Whilom said. "I am accepting you both under the Loas rank, which is the starting rank in Phoenix Valley. You will be able to move up the ranks based on your efforts to contribute to the pack, if it is your wish to move up." The lime-eyed wolfess spoke a bit more about pack business before moving on to a different topic. "The leader of Phoenix Valley is Jefferson." When she said his name, her tone became a little warmer. Jefferson was her mate, and she knew that he would want to meet the Russian duo before long. "He and I live in the ranch, which is more toward the center of the territory, with our son, Pripyat. If you have any questions or need help, then you may find us there."

For all intents and purposes, that took care of everything she had to say. Geneva shrugged then, her attitude becoming a little more carefree. The pair of brothers was free to roam. They could go where they pleased within the territory. "I hope that you will like it here."

Dmitri Volsky · 08-24-2010, 08:32 PM

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Yeah, Sasha saved him with continuing on listing all that they could do; there was, of course, more, but Dimi would leave it at that. He gave his brother a grin before turning back to Geneva who seemed to take a liking to his brother and appreciated how he was trying to interact. Good on him; he'd fit in well here, he just knew it. He shifted slightly where he squatted before lowering a knee to the ground to steady himself, tilting his head slightly to the side as she spoke. Ears were politely directed forward to listen and he smiled excitedly when she accepted them; he'd have to take time to learn the ranks and meet everyone if he could. Especially this Jefferson, who Geneva seemed to feel fondly for. He figured the two were close by the slight change in her voice.

Dmitri gave a nod to her, looking rather eager to get exploring. He'd have to see them at their ranch to meet Jefferson and their child. He was relieved to know that the two were apparently mates and he was going in the right direction in his assumption. "Thank-you," he said happily. He hoped running off right away didn't seem too rude, but he wanted to get to looking around. He nudged Sasha with an elbow, hoping he'd perk up some and come explore with him. "I will come and see you soon!" Dimi looked back at Gene before grabbing Sasha lightly and tugging him to come with him.

With that last bit of brotherly pestering Dimi was up and off after one last somewhat nervous nod to Gene. He still hoped it wasn't rude to run off rather than sit it talk. He could sit and talk later; both of them could. Soon even that thought was gone as he sniffed this and that and picked at this and that, every now and then glancing back to see if Sasha was following.

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