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Skye Collins · 11-23-2010, 09:53 AM

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ooc: dated december 29th!

Skye had been getting used to her new horse that had been traded to her by Liliana, a small dark girl from the pack of AniWaya. She had climbed on and grabbed the mane, speaking calmly to him the entire time so that he wouldn't be scared. But she soon learned that he wasn't scared in the least - it seemed that he had been feeling...rambunctious. So perhaps that was why it was that when she prodded him gently in the side with her foot, he reared back, whinnying loudly, and raced forward without any more urging from Skye.

Skye screeched in terror of being thrown off, but he continued to race forward towards Dahlia de Mai's territory, seeming to love the feeling of being free - a feeling that Skye didn't like very much. She closed her eyes as they raced closer and closer to the territory, dangerously close to trespassing - and Skye had thought she learned her lesson about going into other people's territory, especially potentially dangerous packs that she didn't know much about. "Stop stop stop stop stop stooooooppppp!!!!!!!!" she screamed.

Conor Soul · 12-29-2010, 01:41 PM

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All in all it was merely another ordinary day and the caramel hued alpha was as usual out patrolling the lengthy borders of the pack he ruled. As usual, the lands were tranquil, and there were no disturbances as the golden man made his way through gray scale scenery that had been so lovely and pregnant with colours not long ago. It was the curse of the season, and the male knew well that life would sprout from the ground again once winter had passed and given into the warmer touch of spring. The cold was far from unbearable, thanks to the Soul male’s arctic genes, but there was a different beauty to his surroundings that he could not appreciate as much as he did when summer was marching in with full speed and strength. Eclipse was kept inside as long as she remained so young, but the man knew that she would be old enough to know how to appreciate the warm seasons as they arrived. He was glad she would get to experience it, that she would be there to see the world turn from white and gray into a beautiful, immerse range of colours.

The male was growing more confident in his role as a father. The world seemed to have received a warmer hue in general, but it did not mean that his doubts and fears had passed for good. No, he continued to carry them around inside, and it was far from a good thing. He wished he had someone to talk with about this, but it was a topic that he could not share with others, not even the pale Stormbringer woman that he loved. It was so unfair to her to keep his innermost thoughts from her, but he did not want to push his silly troubles over to her. That was all it was, of this he was certain. Silly concerns created by a silly, troubled mind that refused to let go of the past and the possibility that.. what, that he was cursed? What a stupid thing to fear, honestly? Fingers stroke the soft leather of the bag he carried along with him, holding his first aid kit and his small stack of joints. Perhaps it was time to light one up and fall into a delicious, relaxed state of mind. He could use it these days, but the cream and gold man did not wish to overdo the smoking either.

His bipedal form hesitated as there were sounds approaching ahead, and ears moved to stand attention on top of his cinnamon hued skull as he listened, holding his breath for only a moment before deciding that the sounds were real and not a product of his imagination. Merely a moment passed before he recognized the sound for what it was, a voice screaming for something to stop. Adrenaline was introduced to his veins immediately, and his form tensed yet found haste as he took a few stressed steps in the direction of the incoming sound, now accompanied by the drum of hooves. A horse? Very soon, the rider and its mount arrived, and Conor had to spend a second just staring and gaping at the approaching scene. It was clear what had happened, and he wished he knew more about the quadruped mounts that seemed to be so popular amongst canines these days. There were no horses in Dahlia de Mai, unfortunately, and he was at a loss what to do. That did not hinder him at improvising, however, and he lifted his arms into the air and waved them forcefully, stepping toward the horse. It was headed at full speed towards him and Dahlia, and even if he scared it, there was the possibility that it would slow down. ”Hey, hey, calm down!”

Skye Collins · 01-01-2011, 01:03 PM

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yay! wc: 407

Skye screeched, trying to remember what Liliana had said about stopping the horse - something about tugging it too hard would make it go faster? But if she let go, she'd fall off, and Jack, the horse, would probably keep running. She wondered for a moment what Liliana would think if Skye lost her horse - one of her favorites, Skye thought she said - within just days of owning him. That couldn't happen; she tried to think of calm thoughts instead. Skye shook her head and stopped screaming; screaming wouldn't help...would it?

Suddenly, however, the predicament was lifted from her shoulders when there came a cry of 'hey, hey, calm down!' Looking past her horse, she saw an orange furred man standing in front of her charging horse with his hands raised in the air; he was the one who had yelled at the horse, telling him to calm down. Skye was frightened for a moment - what if her horse charged right through and pummeled the man to the ground and hurt him?! But Jack didn't; in fact, he stopped just two feet in front of the man suddenly, rearing up on his hind legs and letting out a loud whinny.

Skye fell off Jack as he raised his legs in the air and stayed there. He looked magnificent, the sun streaming down his dappled back, but he quickly fell to all fours again, and Skye picked herself up and dusted herself off.

Jack looked quite distressed, his eyes wide and his tail lashing. He snorted at the orange wolf. Skye rushed to his side, patting his mane and murmuring calming words in his ears until the horse was still and didn't run off. He looked from the orange wolf to Skye and back, but the Appaloosa didn't make a sound or start running off again. Skye patted him on the flank and sighed a sigh of relief.

She turned to the wolf that had helped stop Jack's rampage. "Thanks," she said, her relief evident. "I don't know what I would have done if he'd have kept coming." Skye shook some dirt off herself and looked at the wolf again. "I'm Skye," she continued. "Sorry if I trespassed...?" She glanced around. She wasn't sure if Jack had crossed the line between Dahlia de Mai or not, but she hoped not. She wondered who this male was, anyway.

Conor Soul · 01-01-2011, 03:34 PM

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Eyes widened in pure horror as the horse continued in his exact direction. Stepping back, his body visibly tenses as he made ready to jump away should the animal attempt to bulldoze through him on its rampage. The woman on top of its back was a complete stranger, but no notice was taken of this. All he could see was the horse, and then it raised its leg in the air stamped against the chilly winter air. Several more steps brought him away from the impressive yet fearsome animal and he saw that its rider fell hard on the ground. This had to be his fault, surely. He had spooked the animal and caused it to rear. How could he have been so foolish? The Dahlian’s intentions had been pure, but that was not an excuse that would suffice if the woman received a serious injury from this. The horse’s front hooves found the frozen soil again quickly enough, but it did not soothe the bewildered canine. He kept his breath trapped within his lungs, still ready to evade a sudden change by the large animal. He knew absolutely nothing about these creatures and imagined that they had their own defense mechanisms if they felt threatened enough. Sure, it was probably accustomed to luperci, but Conor was a stranger and was equal to danger.

The woman appeared from behind the grand creature’s towering form, patting it on the flank and murmuring words that no doubt were meant to be calming. Lavender outright stared at both of them, though he was mindful of staring into the horse’s eyes. Eye contact could possibly spook it, and he wanted none of that. He almost expected a reprimand, but nothing happened of that sort. Instead the pale woman expressed gratitude through words, and he could feel his form visibly relax. The large animal seemed calm as well, but the Dahlian leader made no sign of wishing to approach the stranger couple any further. ”I’m sorry for spooking him,” he heard himself say, still regretting being the reason for having her thrown off the animal’s back. ”Are you okay..?” the words almost disappeared in a murmur, but his eyes reassured him that she most likely was, as she had stood up and walked without any visible difficulty other than some understandable stiffness from the hard collision with the ground. Orange painted ears rested lightly against his cinnamon skull, though the worst part was definitely over and it was time to make some sense out of this dramatic scene.

Her name was Sky, she revealed. He allowed her voice to finish before he let his own rise again. ”I am Conor of Dahlia de Mai,” he said, choosing to exclude his title as there was no need for it. Her scent spoke of the newly established pack, yes? The male had yet to travel over to visit the two newest packs residing within the ‘Souls lands, but he was fairly confident that this woman had to belong to one of them. She did not reek of loneliness like most trespassers around here did, so she had no doubt a place where she belonged, not too far from here. The pale lady seemed to fear that she was trespassing, but it honestly did not matter. ”It’s fine, you’re just by our borders,” he assured her, trying to fish up a smile that could ease her up a bit. It was not as if her intrusion had been intentional, if he was to judge by the way she had ridden her horse. ”He seems a handful,” the male commented, nodding to the horse that did not seem to like him one bit.

Skye Collins · 01-01-2011, 04:57 PM

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wc: 602, haha!

Skye heard the male apologize for spooking Jack, and she shook her head. "Don't be," she said. "I'm fine. And if it weren't for you, I'd probably be a splat on a tree somewhere," she joked. It was true - if this wolf hadn't stopped her horse from running, the animal may have thrown Skye off, and that would have been much worse than falling off the back. She sighed and looked at Jack - she should really work on training him harder. She didn't know a lot about horses, it turned out - less than Liliana knew, at least. She needed to know more about what kind of personality they had, what they were capable of, what they think of as a thread, what sort of submission they succumb to, what they do, how they react to certain things. She couldn't have things like this happening if she was going somewhere in a hurry, because Jack may buck her off, and then what? It would all be for nothing. She was glad the man stopped him, even if she had fallen off. It hadn't even hurt, as she didn't fall from a great height - just the top of his back, which wasn't high enough for Skye to sustain a serious injury. No, she was glad this orange wolf had ceased her from becoming a splat on the wall.

Conor of Dahlia de Mai, huh? So he was in Saul Stormbringer's pack. She smiled at Conor and decided it'd be rude to exclude where she was from - why hadn't she said that in her first introduction? "I'm from Cercatori d'Arte," she said, speaking proudly of her pack. It was growing larger, now having more than ten members. Although Dahlia de Mai's territory smelled of many more wolves than that, she knew that Dahlia de Mai had been here for longer, much longer, than Cercatori d'Arte - and if people continued to join the pack at the rate at which they were, Skye would be part of a very fine and large pack indeed.

Skye relaxed when Conor assured her that she and Jack had stopped just at the borders. She wasn't trespassing on purpose, of course, but she still hadn't wanted to, even if it wasn't her fault. It was Jack's fault! She stifled a giggle and looked at the Appaloosa, who didn't like Conor one single bit. The dappled black and white horse snorted and tossed his head, glaring at Conor the best that a horse could. Skye shook her head and put her hand on the horse's neck as to soothe him, and spoke more words in his ear. She wanted Jack to stop being so...angry. Conor didn't do anything to deserve being glared at, and Skye didn't do anything to deserve being kidnapped by a rampaging horse! She needed to calm him down, and she supposed she would have to bond with him more later.

"More like two or three," Skye giggled as she replied to Conor's asking if Jack was a handful. "I got him from Liliana Vess of AniWaya. I guess he's homesick." Perhaps that's what it was - maybe Jack was resentful of the fact that he had been taken away from his home and from Liliana, his previous owner. Well, the horse would just have to get used to it. Cercatori d'Arte was his home now, and Skye was determined to make him feel as comfortable as he could there.

Conor Soul · 01-01-2011, 08:02 PM

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He could not resist a snigger as the woman expressed herself quite well. It was too easy for him to conjure a mental image of the poor woman turning into a wet spot on some tree with the horse r racing away in the background. It was in truth a slightly disturbing one, but she had not meant it seriously and he did not judge it as such. ”That sounds disturbing,” the male laughed, shaking his head slightly at the thought. What mattered was that she was okay and it seemed like she were. Lilac gaze released the wolfess’ face to travel over to the horse. It was a beautiful, magnificent creature, but even though they were tamed by many a luperci, some hearts could never be fully tamed. Cotl’s horse had been exemplary, and then there were individuals such as these that could prove to be, in fact, quite dangerous if spooked or provoked the wrong way. It was scary to think about, but that was the way of nature. Every beast harboured a unique soul, and he did not think this excluded horses and those reduced to low speech only. It was important to respect the creatures in this world, even those who many could portray as lesser beings.

He did not feel a need to lessen the distance to the pair and try to get to know the quadruped mount better. He could survive being disliked by the horse, as he did not trust it at all. Perhaps it was young with a fiery spirit, but it seemed to him like a rather uncaring creature since it had put its rider into danger like that. Then again, he was not about to judge the woman’s horse, and his thoughts about the animal remained in his mind, but would not be spoken out loud. She revealed the name of the pack she belonged to, and his face brightened even more. He would not go ahead and claim that it was most fortunate, seeing the way she arrived here, but he had wished to open up for communication with this newfound pack for quite a while now. He knew next to nothing about this group of wolves, and was grateful to have one of its members present on the doorsteps of his own. ”That’s the newly established pack to the southwest, is it not?” he asked, genuinely curious to hear if his suspicions were correct. ‘Souls seemed to be giving birth to several new groups lately, and he could only hope that this was a positive development.

As long as none of the leaders held traits similar to Haku Soul’s, all should be well. The Inferni clan had not been a problem at all after Conor’s father had been kicked off Dahlia de Mai’s throne. Topic returned to the horse as she replied to his comment. Another chuckle rolled out of his maw and he nodded, probably agreeing with her words. More like two or three, perhaps. Perhaps the horse was homesick. He shrugged his shoulders casually. He knew absolutely nothing about these creatures, though hoped this would change in the future. ”We don’t have any horses in Dahlia, I believe, but I’ve actually wanted to acquire one, lately.” Lavender gaze returned to the woman as he spoke and revealed thoughts he had carried around with him for a while. ”Did you trade for him?” There was no thing as a stable currency around here, and he imagined a horse would be on the expensive side. It would be nice to learn the price of one so that he could prepare a suitable way to pay for a mount if Aniwaya had enough horses to trade away.

Skye Collins · 01-02-2011, 01:24 PM

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Skye laughed as well when Conor mentioned that being a splat on a tree would be disturbing. Skye tried to imagine her being just a splat on the wall and she agreed, laughing again. She was glad that Conor wasn't being apologetic or nervous anymore; it was so much easier when people laughed. It made the air around them lighter, and wiped away the nervousness and tensity of what had happened just moments earlier.

Skye saw that Conor's eyes drifted along the horse, and she knew he was thinking about it in some way. She wondered if it was the way she walked that made the horse angry - perhaps if she didn't show enough dominance, it would get mad and start charging again. Skye straightened herself and held her tail high, but the horse still snorted once before looking at the sky. Skye sighed and gave up; she would ask someone who had horses later how to get hers to respect her, since she obviously wasn't doing the job too well.

Skye nodded when he asked if she was from the newly established pack to the south of Dahlia de Mai. "Yes. We're new, but strong, and gaining numbers," she said. She loved her pack so far; she was the co-leader, and she never would have guessed in the beginning of her adventures at Souls that she would become one. It was Shawchert's flute playing that lead up to this; if they'd never have met, Skye would never have been in Cercatori d'Arte. Or maybe she would, but she wouldn't have been in the position and rank that she was now. Fat chance. She wondered what rank Conor held.

After Conor's next words, Skye couldn't help it; she laughed. "Just hope that he's not like this one!" she said, gesturing towards Jack. Jack tossed his head angrily and looked to the sky again. She patted his neck. "I'm only kidding," she said, still grinning. Jack didn't seem to want to hear it, and he turned away. Skye shook her head; this was quite the temperamental horse. She supposed she shouldn't make fun of him, but it wasn't like he could hear her, only her teasing tone. And she guessed he would have to put up with her now that she was his owner. She kept her hand on the horse and listened to Conor's next question.

"In a way," Skye said, thinking back to the encounter with Liliana. "I promised to teach her how to read." She made a mental note on traveling to AniWaya later to teach Liliana how to do this - after all, she'd have to pay her debts soon. She'd bring plenty of books - and Jack, too! Yes, she was sure Jack would be happy to return to his tribal home, if only for a little while. Perhaps it'd help tame him, and the journey would be good for both of them.

Conor Soul · 01-04-2011, 03:03 PM

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Laughter could cure so much wrong. It was hard for two canines of different factions to establish a stable, even atmosphere while standing on marked lines drawing up territories. The male was never insistent on following strict policies near his own borders, and hoped that the female would remain as jolly and comfortable as she was right now. Lilac gaze laughed; not finished with the peculiar mental picture of a squashed wolf sliding down to the feet of a hovering tree. He shook his head slightly and let that gaze travel from her as he quickly let it pace across their surroundings in pursuit of unordinary things. All was normal however, and Dahlia de Mai’s borders were usually left in peace, and the few visitors were usually escorted by a member into the lands for visitation instantly if they did not howl for those they sought to greet.

Thoughtful though jolly face nodded as she passed a line of information over to him. ”Good,” he established, wondering if it was a member or a leader he was currently interacting with. He had yet to learn the names of those who lead the pack, but was confident that his new acquaintance here would be able to assist him here. ”Mind if I ask for the names of the new pack’s leaders?” His smile seemed eternal; extremely at ease on his lips. While his innermost thoughts often were of the depressing and negative kind, the orange Soul man did his best to smile, for it made others join in and interpret him as a friendly face that they wanted to get along with. It was not a game; it was the way he wished to be understood. Conor was not his father, and it was very important to him to let the surrounding world know this. Age and experience would take time, but his personality was stable and strong, well worthy to lead the pack now when soon a year had gone without him dealing out any huge mistake to slay the pack’s building reputation.

Their focus moved to the horse, and again the young alpha let a genuine laugh escape light lips at the words she so wittingly chose to display. ”I think someone got offended,” he suggested, lavender eyes moving from the canine to the horse. The animal seemed to have a strong personality, and he wondered if this belonged to that particular individual or if it was a trait that could be seen in several mounts. Nest, Skye let him in on her trade to obtain the horse, and slightly lidded eyes widened along with his smile. It seemed to be a cheap price, but then he knew little of such matters. It had not been his intention, but he knew little about the various packs and their leaders. A new year was about to approach though, and he would soon attend delayed matters that eventually—and hopefully—could result in more friendly interaction with the various packs. They all seemed to be particularly strong in one way or the other, so there was always a high chance that he could eventually offer them something in return.

”A good trade,” he established nevertheless, blinking as he spoke, for a few tufts or moist snow was starting to drip from the sky, dancing their slow dance through the chilly oxygen before clinging to earth.

Skye Collins · 01-20-2011, 07:39 PM

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aaaaa! sorry for the delay!! D:

Skye was glad one of the members of Saul's pack was a happy sort of person. She was sure that he was not like this all the time, and perhaps didn't have very happy thoughts even most of the time, but she knew that he did have at least some happy thoughts some of the time. The way he smiled and was glad at the news of a new pack gave her the impression that Conor was a kind man at heart, not at all like Kesho. Or even like Kaena, she reflected; although Kaena had been nice and understanding as well, she had a rougher, jagged edge to her. Like she had been through things. She probably had, and although she was nice too, her and Conor were simply different people.

Skye giggled a bit as Conor asked who the leaders of the new pack were; "Well, I'm one of them," she admitted. "And the other one's named Shawchert Menue. He's the main leader; I'm the subleader." The look she gave with that didn't suggest that she was unhappy with her position - quite on the contrary. She had been honored when Shawchert offered her the position, and didn't think she'd be able to effectively run a pack anyway. She'd mess it all up. She looked at the orange man. "What about of Dahlia de Mai? I'm afraid I haven't met them yet," she said, a little bit worried. She wasn't exactly sure of what she was supposed to do as a leader of a new pack - should she have gone with Shawchert to the different packs, greeting their leaders? Or should she have just done what she did and gradually let fate meet them?

She looked at Conor as he suggested that someone got offended. "What a baby," she said jokingly about the horse. He had decided to ignore them both, and was now contentedly munching on the grass beneath them. "I thought it was a good trade, too, but maybe Liliana was just eager to get him off her hands," she joked. Then she turned more serious, noting that there was snow falling from the sky. "No, Jack's not too bad - I guess I just caught him in a bad mood. For the most part, he's been great company, and I'm hoping - with Shawchert's help - to build a stable for him to live in. That'd also be useful if we acquire more horses, and maybe we could start breeding them." Skye shrugged - she didn't really know about breeding horses, but her idea was that if she got a good-looking mare with Jack, and he liked her enough, they'd have little baby horses. And that's good enough for her.

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Conor Soul · 02-11-2011, 08:42 PM

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SLOW LIBRI ;_;

Eyebrows rose above somewhat stunned lilac, but it lasted only for a moment before his face found life again, positively surprised that he had found such a casual creature that at the same time was the leader of the newly established pack to the southwest. Shawchert Menue was an alien name, but he was not surprised to find that the name was unknown to him. ”Well, well!” He knew Dahlia best, and the rest of the packs were not familiar grounds, except for perhaps Crimson Dreams where a large portion of family reigned. He was aware of this weakness, and he knew that he didn’t like it. Excuses were made and it was not good enough, but his days were filled with duties, so it was so easy to refrain from stepping outside pack boundaries.

The question brought more curve to his lips as she asked the same question about Dahlia’s leadership. Palms turned upwards in a relaxed gesture, for this was turning into an interesting encounter, aside from the crazed horse and splat on the tree, that was. ”Well, that would have to be me,” he said, allowing the soft tones of a chuckle chime through his voice. It was not often he met leaders near these borders.

He nodded as she spoke more about the horse, and the thought of building stables and acquiring more was not at all a bad one. Dahlia had no horses as far as he was aware, and it was a shame. Then again, he supposed he had to read up a bit on the animals before doing anything about it. ”That sounds like a good idea,” he offered, complimenting the futuristic possibilities Skye had expressed.

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