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Tempest Blackfeather · 10-09-2010, 05:59 PM

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Character Name: Tempest Blackfeather
Character Birthdate (including year): 02/09/10—February 9th, 2010
Luperci?: Yes
Species: Canis lupus albus (Tundra Wolf) + Canis lupus lupus (Eurasian Wolf)
Gender: Female
Contact: neon postcard—AIM
Current Characters: Not Applicable
How you found 'Souls: Libri! O:

Form: Optime

Dusk had fallen only moments ago, casting an uneasy evening glow across the invisible border that caused the young woman to stop; being rude was one thing, blatantly ignoring borders was another thing. Had she been dumber she probably wouldn't have cared much for customs, but as it were she cared for tradition. Leaning her weight to her right foot, Tempest wondered idly whether or not this was the direction in which she'd been pointed. A small group she'd passed by had pointed her this way when she'd inquired about finding a permanent home, and she'd followed their advice. The border was a good sign, but she couldn't know it was the right one.

After pulling a thin strand of worn leather from her satchel it was carefully tied around her hair to keep it out of her face for the time being. Her mother had always complained about her hair being in her face when she was talking, and it seemed like a good idea to put some effort—however meager it was—into a first meeting. After another moment or so of waiting, she let loose a low, resounding howl to ask for an audience with a leader. Suddenly taken by a bout of nervousness, she anxiously began twisting one of two rings on her index finger.

Conor Soul · 10-09-2010, 06:07 PM

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Yayness<3<3<3<3 =D

Gold and cinnamon with a splash of milk on the tip waved in the light breeze of a cooling season. The world continued to burst into his own colours around him, but the world was dying. His second winter was approaching and the young male seemed uncertain whether or not this was something to look forward to. The two legged male moved swiftly and effortlessly through the light underbrush to the south of Wolfville, lavender eyes critically sizing up his surroundings as he paced towards the distant borders, more specifically Flander’s Field and the overgrown graves. It was a beautiful, tranquil place, and lately the male had taken to the place. It offered him what his home could not any longer. Nothing was definitely wrong, but the male was troubled and unfit to remain too close to the pale white Stormbringer that he cared for.

Something else drifted along with the weary sounds of the weary world, and the male shifted automatically, amending his arranged path so that it would lead him to the unknown presence that had just made itself known by the borders. The young Alpha was grateful that most of Dahlia’s visitors and travellers had the manners to wait for a member to arrive rather than diving into the territory and get lost. Trespassers were frowned upon. He arrived to lay lavender eyes on a young female dressed in silver and midnight. The Soul male halted on good distance and let his muzzle draw up a fraction as he considered her. ”May I help you?” She did not seem lost, and so the corners of the golden male’s lips curled slightly upwards in anticipation.

Tempest Blackfeather · 10-09-2010, 06:34 PM

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The cinnamon colored male was harder to spot than one might think, with all the turning leaves that littered the ground, and the occasional ones that clung to their respective trees. Averting her gaze slightly as if there was something interesting on the ground, she showed respect to his position—assuming he was the leader she'd called for. Her violently orange eyes moved around somewhat as she listened, finally settling on a protruding stump as she thought over what to say. She wasn't lost, but it wasn't obvious that he'd gathered as much.

Rolling her shoulders back slightly, Tempest finally decided on an answer. "I was pointed this way when I inquired about shelter," Not quite an answer, more a statement as to why she was here. After a moment she continued with, "were they lying?" She certainly hoped not; the graveyard was an interesting welcome, and it made quite the impression. Crossing her arms plaintively, she glanced upward toward him momentarily—so as to see what facial expressions he might be making—and then back down to the ground as she waited.

Conor Soul · 10-09-2010, 06:43 PM

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He quietly wondered who they were, but settled with the revelation of her wishes. There were several packs scattered about, but the young Alpha naively believed that she had chosen the correct lands, naturally. Her eyes were breath-taking with their unique, orange glow, not very unlike Larkspur’s jack-o-lantern. Her gaze was curious of him, but fell down to the rusty earth in submission. White tipped tail slowly danced behind the Dahlian’s autumn hued form as he supposed he would be the first to introduce himself. ”I am Conor, Alpha of these lands,” It seemed he did not get accustomed with speaking the title aloud by the borders. This fae was closer to his age than most of the canines that touched Dahlia de Mai’s borders, and he guessed he was grateful for that.

Then, he moved to the question she had given him. ”They were not lying,” the young male spoke softly, lavender slowly drifting away from her form for a few moments as he studied the unclaimed soil beyond the marked pack borders. ”Do you seek a home within these lands?” Permanent residence or temporary while gathering strength to move on and away? It did not matter significantly either way, for it was against his belief to turn away other wolves unless they were a vivid, obvious threat to him and the rest of Dahlia.

Tempest Blackfeather · 10-16-2010, 12:46 PM

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This post is sososo late, I'm sorry.

His introduction brought about the reminder that she should introduce herself, but the girl found herself momentarily marveling at the strangeness of his name—though that was just her opinion—and tested the sound of it. “Conor,” running her tongue over her front teeth in thought, she ultimately tilted her head toward him with respect for his title. “Your name is vastly different than those I’ve heard before. My name’s Tempest.” He told her that the travelers hadn't been lying, and a relieved sensation swept over her. How stupid would she have felt if she'd been taken for a fool?

This seemed like a decent place to call home, though she would have to avoid the cemetery at night. Even now, the eerie shadows cast by branches and tombstones alike were frightening. Conor's question wasn't so much of a surprise as it was foreign. Having never been part of something that wasn't a family or business, the idea of taking up ranks here seemed extremely daunting. Nevertheless, her answer she gave hid her worry well. "I do, so long as you'd have me." Her talents were limited to making lutes and clothes, but she was young and eager to learn just about anything.

Conor Soul · 10-16-2010, 01:45 PM

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She tasted the name and seemed to find it worthy enough to repeat it in her lighter, softer tones. An ear flickered impulsively as she bowed her muzzle lightly as a sign of respect. He did not require much from anyone, and that was more than enough to settle whatever dominance he harbored. It was not that he despised his own title, it was just that he did not particularly care for some things that followed the flowery crown of the blood splattered Dahlia de Mai. Despite those stains the flower continued to prove beautiful. Times were different now, and everyone could see that. Time of war was over.

He pondered on the words she then spoke, speaking of names. He could not truly comment on that, for these lands harbored a multitude of canines and other common creatures alike, and the names varied enough that the young male believed no name could ever surprise him. He had never met the wolf in question, but he had even heard of a certain Buttface. Everything was possible in this world. ”I hope that is not a bad thing,” the male commented softly as he smiled adoringly at her slender form. Then, over to the situation at hand; she seemed to wish for a home after all, and he was more than willing to give it to her. ”Our lands are vast and there is room,” he spoke lightly, though finding himself unwilling to give her a free ticket. ”I’d like to know a little bit more about you though,” he continued, white tipped tail moving slowly behind his golden form as he kept his lavender orbs on her face.

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