Now this is what it's like

Saluce Tremblay · 01-16-2011, 04:42 PM

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Now who's the light and who is the devil,
You can't decide so I'll be your guide,
And one by one they will be hand chosen,
Now this is what it's like when worlds collide

Again it seemed the Dahlian male was out of his home territory. But this time he wasn’t on some long walk a bout, no he was merely within earshot of his homeland, and apparently within earshot of another packs lands. The thought worried him a bit, a pack so close to Dahlia could pose a threat to his lands security, and he couldn’t have that. He’d have to travel here and find out for himself what these wolves where about. A warring type tribe like Inferni so close would raise his alarm bells and he’d start increasing his patrols in this area along with his intelligence gathering. Conor had said little about this new pack, some part of him wanted him to think Conor was simple minded and easy to trust another pack but another part wondered if he hadn’t said much to him so that Saluce wouldn’t go and do something stupid either. Somehow he was on a mission to learn to respect his leaders judgment even if it was a personal battle.

But as with all things his mission was cut short as he walked along the brush and finding another hidden trap between the two packs. It wasn’t made to be a trap just a natural bridge that had been used for years to cross a deep rift in the earth. Now though he knew the log was rotten, and an unsuspecting traveler, especially one horse bound could find themselves in a rotten position. As with all things he considered the options, leaving it would mean it could trip up another packs wolves but just as easily it could prove fateful for a Dahlian wolves as well. But this time he didn’t have his axe with him, he’d have to file this log away in his mental memory for another day. As it was he was on four legs, preferring to scout in his nimble form than in his more cumbersome two legged form. It afforded him a sense of freedom at times and he’d have to come back more prepared another time.

No his form quietly went around the log and on toward this Cercatori D'Arte pack land, finally there he decided to walk along their borders sniffing and trying to find any hints about this packs intentions. As puzzled as he was he decided nothing could be gained unless he talked with one of their members. So his nose lifted to the sky and he sang a deep powerful song to the air, in the hopes at least someone easy on the eyes would grace his presence and maybe an interesting conversation could be started.

Orin Takekuro · 01-17-2011, 01:36 AM

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The Takekuro girl had kept herself locked away and cooped up for the last week at the least. She only allowed herself to leave her bookstore when she thought cabin fever was setting in and that she would go crazy from confinement. A few times she had run into friends, more than she had in the weeks prior to the strange events that rocked her life, and all in all this was a good thing. But still Orin found herself returning to her home to lock herself up again and hide away from the pack. Her usually cheerful mood had changed dramatically over this time and she didn't even feel very healthy anymore. The woman did not understand what was wrong with her. Sure, the drama that had unfolded between herself, Sky, and Shawchert was stressful, but she never would have guessed that she would have reacted to it like this.

Maybe the scratches Sky had given her when she attacked had infected? Orin failed to clean and dress the wounds properly after the skirmish. Sky tried to apologize and offered to care for them herself but Orin refused her help, not interested in letting the woman off the hook for her actions. Wondering about them, Orin reached over her shoulder and ran her fingers over the crusted blood. They were scabbed up just fine and didn't hurt any more than was to be expected when she prodded them. Still, she started to wonder if maybe that lunatic had poisoned her...

She had to get out today. She tried to keep herself inside but suddenly felt as though the walls were closing in on her, and her legs were twitchy and restless. She couldn't get comfortable, so she collected her usual satchel and left the bookstore. The wolfess wandered in a different direction today, and again she found herself tiring easily as she had when she went out the day she met Gael. Still, she pressed on in spite of herself and soon found herself in the woods at the edge of Cercatori D'Arte.

Short of breath, the woman decided to finally let herself rest. She swiped the snow off of a boulder in the woods and perched atop it, letting her pack slip to the ground beside her. Despite herself, she slumped down, dejected. Her pink tail curled up around her and she soon dropped her head into her hands. Tears came without warning. Without explanation. Why?

Her moment of grief was soon cut off, though, as a call rang out from the borders. And it was close. For a moment she thought she did not want to see anybody, even if it was a stranger, and considered high-tailing it out of there before they found her or before another member of her pack came along. But... she was far too close to do that, and her conscience would not let her abandon the visitor.

She wiped her face with the back of her hands, trying to quickly compose herself before calling out. She should have gotten up and gone to the visitor but could not bring herself to. He was close, probably just behind some foliage or a tree. He could find her if she called clearly enough. “Hello? I'm over here...”

Saluce Tremblay · 01-19-2011, 09:04 PM

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He sat growing increasingly impatient. Nayru had spoke of this tribe as a peaceful one, well apparently their discipline lacked in patrolling their borders. Obviously they were probably relying on the might of Dahlia to protect them from dangers they couldn’t protect themselves from. This could prove to be a major irritation to him and others in the pack. Having to look out for those who seemed to not look out for themselves would stretch them thin.

The big male sat for awhile before the voice crossed his ears, this was only met as disrespect. What soul would just motion them over without as much as greeting them? Already he started to grow to hate this pack; it was probably too soon to form such strong feelings but why not. He needed something to keep him busy, and if it was making sure this band of peace loving hippie freaks knew their place then so be it. Finally his form stood up and crossed the border to walk toward the voice that had called for him. Mentally reminding himself to remember his manners, A conflict so soon with a new pack so close to his own packs borders would just get messy quick.

Finally his tall dark grey four legged frame came into view to spy upon the rock the object of his frustration. Blue hues looking over the female with feigned interest. If he had let himself he would have found some very beautiful qualities with this beautiful woman but so far his mood spoiled any other lesser part of him interested in other actions. Eying her quietly, looking over the pink that stained her white fur. One could consider it a charming trait, while he just decided he hated it for now. His business was curiosity though and he wanted to know about this pack. Maybe he’d just have to settle himself down and try to be pleasant for now.

“Bonjour Madam. I am Saluce from Dahlia De Mai” he dipped his head quietly, not really in the mood to shift to two legs and properly address her.

Orin Takekuro · 02-13-2011, 03:05 AM

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Thank you for being so patient! Your post rocked. <3 WC 406

Her eyes were trained on the trees, and it was not long until Saluce's gray form slipped into view between the bulky trunks. For just a split second she wished she could see herself, look herself over and see just how terrible she probably looked. But just as quickly as it had come, the notion skittered out of her mind. It was probably obvious that she had been crying, her cheeks had no time to dry even though she wiped them with her hands, and her golden eyes were probably bloodshot now.

She watched the Luperci as he paced over to her, her eyes taking in the indigo hues to his slate gray pelt. The striking blue of his eyes made his fur appear to have a similar tint, and Orin found this a handsome trait in the man. He was a formidable wolf, where Orin was just a thin, small girl, and it would be pure luck for her if this man did not have ill intent for her. Normally she could outrun most rapscallions, but she was in no condition to be sprinting anywhere today. What's worse, her weakened state showed clearly on her thin form.

Although she searched Saluce's face, she could tell nothing of the vein of his thoughts. Orin read the facade that the wolf put forth and nothing more, believing whole heatedly in his diplomatic introduction and not at all suspecting that she or her pack was already starting off on the wrong paw with the man. Nor did she take offense in his lack of shifting and delivering some more extravagant greeting. She was in no state to deal with formal affairs, anyway. Then again, was she ever?

She returned the man's nod, faking a small smile and suddenly feeling guilty that she was not in better spirits; the thought only served to make her mood even worse. She did not know him and did not know if he had ever been to Cercatori before. He probably deserved a better greeting than the meager one she was providing.

Her reply was far more typical than anything Orin would have said had she been in proper spirits. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Saluce. I'm Orin Takekuro. I suppose you know you are in Cercator D'Arte? Are you looking for a friend or someone?” This was clearly a chance meeting indeed, and she was obviously no trained, dutiful border guard.

Saluce Tremblay · 02-16-2011, 10:12 PM

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The mood he was in didn’t falter even though he recognized the familiar signs of a female in need. What she needed he had no idea and he was having a hard time excusing the behavior when meeting a guest at the border but be that as it was, she was a stunning woman and even his worst intentions to make this meeting as terrible as he could, couldn’t be followed through with. A soft sigh escaped his lips as her rather mundane greeting filled his ears. Finally the reluctant male allowed his form to rise up onto two legs, his form growing outward to his optime form.

The added height allowed him to look upon her proper, his eyes studing for a moment before moving to the edge of the rock. As of yet he hadn’t answered her but he never usually got in any hurry.

“I’m just here to see the new Pack. Curious really, but I can’t help but wonder what a girl like you is doing in such a somber mood?” The words where smooth, not as smooth as if he had spoken them in French but smooth none the less. He wouldn’t elude to the tears that stained her cheek or the bloodshot eyes but he wouldn’t just ignore the mood either. Some part of him always had a nurturing way about him. But It never helped for the person to be female and gorgeous as well.

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