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This place, it was new to Tsrmono. It was a different claimed land, smelling predominately of wolves like most of the other ones did. It was a disgusting smell to him. He had disdain towards the wolves just as the coyotes did, only closing the distance of differences between himself and his American relatives. It was ironic, how he was so similar yet constantly trying to exaggerate the difference between them. It was a relation he was cursed with in the end. It could not be helped and Tsrmono knew this, although he still tried to push it away somehow.

He traveled further into the forbidden area, his silent puppy feet pattering their way through the forest. It was daytime, but the leaves from the trees blocked the shining sun overhead, little spots of sunlight dappling the ground in certain places. His own fur was dully shining in the sun where the spots crossed with his body, flying across his body as he moved swiftly. He expected himself to be found sometime soon. He planned to be found most of the time, observing the natives in the area as he strolled upon their land as if no laws affected him. Which they didn't, in his mind.

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Tala had settled into her new home quite nicely. The new, sturdy space had provided her with warmth and protection from the weather, it also gave Noah and Yuki their home back without her intrusion. Sure, she had been invited to stay as long as she wanted but that did not mean Tala was going to bunker down and vegetate on their floor for the rest of her days. Now that would just not do. Her new rank had brought her to new responsibility, new duties and a need to be closer to the heart of the pack as a whole. So she had moved out into the runt of the two churches. It was lovely, strong and sturdy like the reliable nest she needed.


Tala still felt the need to make routine checks on the packland borders. She had been almost souly responsible for the act not too long ago and the habit stuck like glue to her fur. Her feet felt the itch the walk that familiar path. She was intent on keeping certain individuals out, some more than others. It was why she was out in the snow on the mid afternoon walk. She had left the villa and ventured into the white abyss to check for any unusual sight, sound or scent in the Valley. So far, everything was normal.


Then there was a light scent to her nostrils she did not fully understand. Jackal? What on earth was a jackal doing here? She had smelt a few before in her past adventures as a loner. Having one in the territory was.... interesting to say the least. Her paws picked up an alternate route to meet the small dog. Inquiry was on the top of her list now. Her small paws carried her quickly over snowbanks, her dappled pelt briefly standing out against the bright blanket. The scent was growing stronger on her nose, the obscure smell growing more prominent. A dark blur on the snow caused her head to dip in a light welcome. Standing to his northwest he would see her just as well as she saw him. "Hello, may I inquire on what has brought you to Phoenix Valley?" She did not smell any pack member scent on him. If he had not been invited in, then he must have a decent reason to pad as freely as he did. Her raspy voice held a kind tone to it, that little habit did not falter so easily.

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sorry to use a death!table with your ducky XD


Tsrmono felt no responsibility with anything. He was free to do as he wished, roaming around only worried about his own well being and wishes. He wouldn't care much for being in charge of anything either. He would simply say it was logical for others to be able to care for themselves, just as he already did. He also didn't care that not many were actually like him, devoid of emotion and compassion. He just did as he pleased.

He heard the heavier footsteps of another, a wolf as the evidence suggested. As she neared, Tsrmono did not falter in any sort of posture. His body remained relaxed and unmoving as he heard the footsteps become gradually louder more evident. The actual wolf was grey in appearance, spots where the fur was darker such as her ears and back. The muzzle had splashes of brown as well, standing out against a coldly colored pelt. She spoke, an oddly friendly greeting coming from her mouth for approaching a trespasser. She had the fault of being too soft, it seemed.

Tsrmono paused in his place, turning his head slowly to the woman. "This entity contains no information or commentary on the surrounding area. We require the sufficient data for this area you call "Pheonix Valley". Is "Pheonix Valley" the title of the area this entity is currently located?" In plain words, Tsrmono was simply asking where the hell he was. But nothing was ever so simple to him. Although, not everyone understood his way of thinking, as shown simply by the way he spoke. For someone his age, nobody spoke quite like him.


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Aha, the ducky is amazing <3 wc 412


The small canine did not even falter as she approached. He surely had heard and smelt her coming, as well as saw when she was close enough. Though she knew that his species probably wasn't common in the area and he did not smell of any of the neighbouring packs. Neither of those things meant it was still okay for him to just waltz in here like he was familiar with the land, as well as accepted. Jackal or not, this was still pack territory. He would not be ignored. Though her amber eyes were not harsh, they did however show an intense curiosity. Tala was not one to jump first to aggression nor assume anything. It was the same as when she had run into Lucifer trespassing only weeks ago. She would talk to him about this, and escort him out if necessary. With the black wolf it had been, this black Jackal may or may not be the same.


The words he spoke were the opposite of casual. His tongue rolled out complete sentences will dignified words. Well, at least this man had a decent tongue on him. It was a good change to their last trespasser who had spoken as if he ruled the entirety of the universe. His words did not confuse her. It was not hard to decipher what exactly this boy meant. "Yes, this pack is called Phoenix Valley. You are trespassing on our land and I would like to inquire as to why you simply barged in and did not request a member to ask?" Her questions were simple and not in the slightest out of place. He spoke as himself as an 'entity'. What exactly was that about? It was interesting, it was unique and unheard of to her ears. It caught her mind in the most curious of ways. "My name is Tala Djose I help lead this pack. May I ask as to who you are?"


Her stance still did not hold any negativity. If she was so required too she would use a firmer voice as well as more defined actions to let him know he was not aloud to roam and act as he pleases. That was of course if it was necessary. The Djose woman had yet to discover if those means would be necessary. She had done it before with someone far larger than he. Though size meant nothing to her. Tala was on the smaller size herself.

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Many thought Tsrmono was a cursed child, or some kind of demon. His soulless eyes and hollow demeanor gave way for anyone to assume the worst of him, figuring he was the product of some dark thing lurking in their imagination. Tsrmono didn't think he was "evil" per se, but he acknowledged the fact that his appearance didn't suggest the opposite. Everyone who met him for the first time was often curious as the what made Tsr tick. Little did most know, Tsrmono himself was interested in what circumstances resulted in him in his current condition.

"We do not barge," he stated, hollow voice unchanging. "We simply do not call. We observe passively. If the presence of this entity is discovered, We do not resist. This entity simply requires data and seeks to receive it." His explanation made sense in his own mind, but that might not have been so with the wolf. She offered her name in exchange for his own, and Tsrmono certainly obliged, his interest in the fact that she was a subleader. "We are known as Tsrmono Sotir. This entity is unaffiliated with any social grouping." He added that he wasn't part of any pack just for clarification, although she didn't really need it.

"This entity still requests data," he continued. "Is there any more useful data to satisfy this inquiry?"


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This small canine certainly did look the part to someone of a different mindset. It was not of the dark pelt or the strange marks around his eyes, it was just that. His eyes. So dark, so empty just like his voice. However as much as this emptiness was new to her it was not enough reason to judge him and assume he was foul. Lucifer had been lively, but he was not a good man. It just proved it all about the cog-work in your head and not what the head looked like. Tala had learned that first hand. Tala knew she should be a bit more rash on trespassing, however it was not her nature to get angry easily. Jefferson showed everyone enough attitude to cover both of them. He did it in the best of ways though, he truly meant well.


The Jackal spoke again, and Tala listened with ears perked. "If what you say is true and all you seek is Data then I will be more then glad to give you information about our pack, well, as much as I am willing to give out to a stranger that is." Her words were a polite rasp. He mentioned his name as she had asked and her head dipped in a nod. "Very well, it is nice to meet you, Tsrmono." So his scent did not betray him, that was always a good sign.


The question was what sort of information was he seeking? She would tell him what the pack stood for as well as the general mindset and likelihood. More personal information would be kept private, such as the wreck the land was in and the lack of supplies. A stranger did not need to know these things by any means. She did not assume he was a liar, but just because she did not think it did not mean it would be true.

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lolawkwardturtle and every time I tried to write Tsrmono I wrote Max, and kept having to go back to change it :| They aren't even CLOSE to having the same personality JFC <____>

The wolf had agreed to giving him the necessary information he requested, this was good. It was fortunate for Tsr to have those who complied with his requests politely. However, most of the time they were snobbish and rude, holding themselves so high even though they were the filthiest of them all. It sickened the jackal to a large extent. "This is acceptable," he replied, his voice hollow but still somehow childish. Most forgot he was still a mere child of only seven months. It amazed many, yet was noticed by few. When she offered a polite welcome and pleasantry, Tsrmono didn't reply. He could not return the act even if he wished. It was not in his nature.

After that though, Tsrmono simply stood there for a moment. A long silence passed from him as he soon sat down on his rump, as if waiting or expecting something. Of course, Tsr expected her to just start at the beginning. All information was good information at this point, since he knew nothing of this area. Black eyes continued to stare at the woman as if they tried to pressure her into speaking.


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Ahahaha, I can picture a Jackal version of Max now xD wc 339


Tala found it near impossible to read his emotions. It would never occur to her that he had none. That thought was both absurd and rude in the mind of the fae to the point where it would not linger for but a second. In her amber eyes he was just reserved, proper and inquisitive. Tala did not need to know more, however it would be nice to me able to see where his mind is at in terms of friendliness. Tala had survived off of reading aggression through the face and the voice. This boy however showed neither. His body was rather neutral as well. This boy certainly was a new sight for her near three year old eyes. He seemed acceptive of her words simply by the ones he chose to speak in return. That was good, right?


His actions were to sit. The silence between them grew and Tala watched him for a long moment longer to sit down where she was as well. Her Lupus body comfortable in the snow. "Now, tell me what you would wish to know and I will do my best to answer it for you. Tsrmono." Tala was new to explaining the pack to strangers. She could not go off on speeches about what they were and what they did right off the top of her head. She was working on that still. Give her time, and she wished to be able to say as much about this pack to others as the members who had been here years could vouch.


Many would not think that she was as new to this pack as she is. She had not been here her entire life, the Djose woman had shown up near the ever of four months ago. Her title was barely developed, let alone accepted among the ranks yet. This was all so new. Tala was taking her new life one step at a time. This story she told him would follow the same path. One word at a time.

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