Putting the past behind me...

Alexander Collins · 04-22-2011, 09:19 AM

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Not entirely sure if the form is needed? Better safe than sorry x.x Oh, and he's just left the CDA pack Smile
1. Character Name: Alexander Collins

2. Character Birthdate: July 15, 2007

3. Regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci (Ortus)

4. Gender: Male

5. Your e-mail: kiaspa_moon@yahoo.co.uk

6. A secondary form of contact: Aim; paintedpetz

7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Google n.n

In Character

A pale grey hand briefly touched the flash which hung at his side; his fingers wrapping around the lid longingly. Within the flask temptation lay, but he resisted the urge and pulled his hand away; turning up drunk and asking a pack to accept him.. even a fool would know better, and even if the pack would be willing to accept a drunk wolf, he knew he was a badly behaved drunk and so he resisted, ignoring his own desires.

Yet, even knowing that drinking would be a bad idea, his hand continued to hover around the flask, occasionally touching the container’s cool metal surface, his thumb rubbing across the ridges of the lid. Oh, how he craved for the liquid inside it, for it would make everything better; it would remove his sorrow, his guilt and take the edge off his nerves.

Memories flashed through his mind of his sister. He was a fool and a coward; after speaking the truth to Skye he had left the D’arte pack and its lands as he had told Shaw he would. At the time he had not hesitated; he’d left quickly and quietly without saying goodbye; for he had not interacted much with the others, he doubted they were even aware of his existence… When he left, he took with him his usual bare essentials, which he carried in his pouch or attached to his belt. Despite his previous confidence and willingness to leave, he found himself missing his sister.

His stride faltered slightly. He needed to stop thinking, to just keep walking; he would address his own problems later… probably. With that in mind (or more or less, out of mind) he continued walking, one step after another. This was just the start to his new and hopefully better life; he would pull himself together and sort himself out, he would become a brother his sister could be proud of.

But god did he need a drink…

Time had passed as he made his way slowly to the border of Dahila de Mai. After considering his options, he had decided to seek acceptance from them; he did not know anyone from the pack and so he would not be judged by past actions, and the pack was close to his sister’s so he could visit her at some point. Reaching the borders of the pack he hoped to join, he threw back his head and let out a howl to make his presence known.

As his own howl dimmed and eventually faded out, his stomach throbbed and churned, and for once it wasn’t alcohol causing the sensation; he was dead nervous. Maybe they won’t accept me, maybe I’ll say something to insult them… such thoughts haunted his mind as he waited in silence.

Nayru · 04-22-2011, 03:37 PM

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Heyo Kitty! wc 449
The pack meeting the day before had gone well, or well enough. There were fewer familiar faces than the two toned lady had hoped for, but there were faces enough and the numbers, even though numbers now seemed lower than when Conor sat on the throne, was enough to put Nayru’s heart at ease. They might still be moving down a bumpy road, but no one seemed to think Nayru, even at her young age, incapable of steering them straight and keeping them on course. And if they believed in her she had no choice but to be successful. The last thing she would do was let Dahlia de Mai down. There was nothing else in her life to hold onto but that, and she would do a damn fine job if it killed her.

The woman had not returned to her greenhouse, all the way across the pack lands. Instead she stayed in the church, the home her parents had chosen, and this allowed her to be closer to the others. Farore slept in the greenhouse nightly and upon Nayru’s request she patrolled the eastern borders when the now Alpha was unable to. And so it was such luck that when Nayru heard the stranger’s call she was quite a bit closer than she would normally be. In fact, the young woman believed she would be the first to greet him. Normally Saul beat her to the wanders on the western end and it was for this reason she was more unfamiliar with many of the newer faces. Yet it did not trouble her. If they intended to stay she would get to know them well, if they did not intend to stay she did not wish to know them at all.

On two legs the tiny creature approached the man who had called out. Called out to whom exactly? It hadn’t been to anyone specific, and so she supposed he had called out to her. She was, after all, the figure head of Dahlia de Mai. Yet he was unlike most of the travelers that showed up here, alone and seeking something. Someone or somewhere to rest usually. They came from further away, they seemed more desperate, as if they expected something the moment someone appeared on the scene. This man seemed neither, and he smelled of their neighboring pack, and so Nayru was unsure of just what to expect in reply she her soft, easy voice found words to toss to the man. “Could I help you with something? My name is Nayru.” Ruby eyes wandered over him, sucking in the details and memorizing them as she did with everyone, and finally settling on his face.

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Alexander Collins · 04-24-2011, 04:34 PM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie - WC: 384

A wild Nervous Drunk appears :o

In Character

Repeatedly, his eyes scanned over the territory before him; searching for any sign of approach. Calling out to a pack was something new to him and he was not sure if he had gone about it correctly; butterflies soared through his stomach even faster and his pulse sped. Seconds passed that seemed like hours and the male found himself beginning to panic, believing that he’d done something wrong, that no one would answer his call.

Clamping his hands into tight balls, he evened out his breathing and forced himself to calm down. Working himself up into a state was not a good idea; he needed to be calm and level headed, and above all patient. After regaining his composure, he was rewarded! Ice blue eyes stared at the others approach, he took a deep, steadying breath; picking up the other’s scent.

The one who had answered his call was a female; a unique and pretty one too. As the thought crossed his mind, he clamped his mouth tightly shut. Making inappropriate comments and hitting on the one who answered my call will not leave a good first impression, he scolded himself. In response to the other’s words, he bobbed his head in a silent greeting.

Casting his eyes towards the ground, he wracked his brain for what to say. All the while, one thought spun through his mind taunting him; you should have had that drink, you should have had that drink, if you’d had that drink, one glorious sip, you wouldn’t be so nervous, everything would be better…

At the thought of the burning vodka he had hanging by his side, his hand reflectively touched the flask’s lid, feeling it’s metal ridges once more. But unlike before, it did not linger there. Pulling his arms up quickly, he crossed them over his chest to resist temptation and looked up to the female. Now or never wise guy, can’t stand in silence much longer or you’ll look rude…

“I hope so. I’m Alexander, Alexander Collins” He replied, his voice surprisingly steady. “I was looking to speak to someone in regards to joining Dahlia de Mai, if at all possible” his words were carefully chosen and he hoped for once in his life, he was doing the right thing, that his every action wasn’t a mistake.

Nayru · 04-24-2011, 05:55 PM

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Dahlia needs a drunk ^^ wc 352
Silence filled the space between them for some time and Nayru stood patiently, ever the saintly stoic and waited until the reply finally came. All the while she continued to drink him in, every tiny movement. The tight lips, the nervous touch to the flask at his side. For a moment she thought of Naniko and her gris-gris, how the magic amulets worked to reassure those who believed in them. Did he believe in whatever filled that flask? Yet she said nothing until his reply came, and his words surprised her. She had not been expecting him to ask for acceptance into Dahlia de Mai, not when his coat smelled so heavily of their neighbor. Yet the surprise did not show on her face, as her neutral expression broke into a shy, half smile at the steady and purposeful words.

“Pleasure to meet you Alexander Collins.” She dipped her two toned head low, as if he and not her was the one holding all the authority just then. It was her custom, had always been since childhood, and it was a hard habit to break. The Dahlians were use to their tiny, silent leader sweeping low in reverence to them, but she knew that it was not the expected behavior of an alpha. Conor had never acted so to strangers on the border, but she wasn't Conor and never would be. “You may speak to me about joining Dahlia de Mai. I am this pack's alpha.” It felt strange to say this, but it was becoming easier. Becoming just another formal custom.

Never had she questioned anyone about joining Dahlia de Mai before, she had never had to. Saul always took in the wanders first, and before that Conor. Yet she knew the role she was suppose to play just then, and she did it well, as if it had always been second nature to her. Her words were easy, kind, unimposing, but the question was heavy. “Do you not call Cercatori d'Arte home?" Her head titled, ever so slightly at the blue eyed man, ears perked in anticipation and genuine curiosity.

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Alexander Collins · 04-25-2011, 02:14 PM

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A wee bit sucky and confusing. Sorry x.x

In Character

As far back as he could recall (and of the times that he was sober enough to remember), he had never been taken by surprise easily; he made a point to always have a vague idea of what was happening around him; knowing as many of the secrets that were weaved into each individuals lives as possible. Despite the fact he played the fool and constantly ruined his own life with his judgement errors, he believed himself to be an overall good judge of character and capable of reading between the lines.

So when the female introduced herself as the Alpha, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in honest surprise. Within his mind, he had pictured a powerful male, yet before him stood a ‘gentle’ female who appeared younger than him. He would have never pegged this ‘Nayru’ for being an Alpha…

It wasn’t due to her age, nor gender that he had assumed she wasn’t an Alpha, or even a wolf of high standing, for that matter. She simply didn’t have that feel of authority and self importance to her that alphas always seemed to have. Thankfully, due to his rare sober state, he managed to conceal the extent of his surprise, only the slight raise of an eyebrow to give him away.

He hoped the Alpha would not notice, or if she did, be insulted by his minor display of surprise; he didn’t want to insult her and lead her to believe I was looking down on her... annoying an Alpha was a one way ticket to the underworld.

Yet, he could not resist the temptation to see if he had judged her wrong. Quickly, he did a double check of the female, checking to see if he had missed some giveaway sign that screamed ‘I’m the alpha, fear me!’, but he saw noting and reached the same conclusion; the female before him had an aura of a calm and kind nature, her appearance was that of subtle beauty, not that of a cruel, merciless leader.

Then again, his opinions on Alphas’ was somewhat twisted; he’d always seen them as control freaks who seek to steal away his freedom, and look down upon him with disapproving eyes. Knowing the two toned female was the alpha of Dahlia eased some of his nerves, but on the other hand, he found himself having to keep his mouth in check even more than before. No hitting on the Alpha, he reminded himself.

Despite his initial surprise, there was one thing that didn’t surprise him; the inquiry about Cercatori D’arte. He knew that it was highly likely that he would be questioned, but he had hoped that he would be able to avoid telling his tale. His ear twitched and his nerves were back, hitting him with another full frontal assault. Might as well get this over with…

“Due to… a unique series of circumstances, I found myself residing within Cercatori D’Arte for a length of time, yes.” He answered, side stepping how exactly he’d been accepted into D’arte. For some reason, telling Nayru he was raging drunk, singing in a snowstorm, which lead him to fall into a pool and nearly drown, only to be saved by his sister whom he then attempted to flirt with, for he’d hit his head hard enough to suffer memory loss… it didn’t seem like a good idea.

“I did not settle there though; I did not grow to know its members, and things are awkward between me and my sister, who currently resides there too, and so I choose to leave. Which lead me to your borders” he dipped his head, hoping that his answer was good enough for her. If he had to go into details, there was a high possibility things could get.. messy.

Nayru · 04-26-2011, 03:57 PM

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w.c. 512
The piebald lady was not menacing by any means. Her ever silent and calm presence did not scream authority; her small stature did nothing to invoke submission in others. Certainly the fairy creature was not the mental image most carried about as to who lead a pack, but this would not faze the young lady. Conor had been correct in his assumption about his protégé. What she lacked in physically she made up mentally, where strength and size failed her she had speed and cunning on her side. Nayru was quicker than most, not just in motion but in thought, and very little escaped the elegant lady. And so she simply offered the man a half smile when his eyebrow raised in surprised, as if to say I know, but just you wait and see.

Patiently she took in his story, ever aware of exactly what words he chose to place where as he spoke. The question she had asked was answered fully, and yet his story was lacking. There were holes. How and why did he end up in Cercatori and what transpired between his sister and him? Nayru thought of her own sister, the tension that grew between them each day Farore asked the black and white woman to leave, and each day Nayru refused. If Farore left Nayru would not be hurt, but she would not be going with her. Yet family bonds kept the taller of the two clinging to Dahlia de Mai, even if she did not love it as Nayru did. Nayru had chosen her home, perhaps it had been luck that this first pack she settled in was the pack for her, but Nayru simply thought it was fate. Perhaps Alexander hadn’t been fated for Cercatori d’Arte, but if not why, had he ended up there at all?

Nayru knew family could be messy business. Before Farore had returned she misplaced her blood family and adopted another. Gideon, Bris and Conor. Now Conor had gone, Bris was barely there and Gideon too eluded her at times. And yet Dahlia de Mai stayed rock steady as her focus, where her heart laid. The woman had recently learned that there was more than just family bonds and so she couldn’t fault him for leaving his sister. Nor could she blame him for keeping his past to himself. If he feared her prying the woman decided to grant him a pass this time, she was not brimming with question into his personal life. Whatever the blue eyed man had experienced was his and his alone, Nayru didn’t need to share in that and she simply needed to know what the future held for them both if she was to accept him. “What do you think Dahlia will offer you that Cercatori could not? And what then, do you expect to give back to Dahlia de Mai?” Because it was always a game of give and take, and even when taking in the wayward orphans of other packs, and Alexander seemed wayward, one could not expect nothing in return.

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Alexander Collins · 04-27-2011, 04:03 PM

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¬.¬ He's a helpless idiot and a drunk. Feel free to laugh at his attempt at flirting xD

In Character

Relief flooded through him when no probing questions regarding his past came, and he allowed his posture to relax a little. If Nayru had asked, he would have told her and no doubt she would have looked poorly upon him, refused his plea to join her pack. He was not proud of his previous accomplishments; for he had none, and he was hoping to change, to become a better wolf. That was one of the other reasons why he had left D’Arte; no one knew him here, here he had a chance to start afresh.

If he’s stayed at D’Arte, he may have gotten to know the members, settled down within one of the houses… but he’d always be haunted and reminded of his actions. Not that what he did was that big of a deal, but to him it really mattered and he was ashamed of his behaviour, and it was just bad luck that Skye had been the one to find him in the lake. Maybe I was meant to die then, for there is no good I can do living, I have no purpose in life….

Such thoughts had been a plague to him ever since his sister had saved him during the storm. Within D’Arte he was useless and spent his time wondering the surrounding areas and drinking. Throughout his life, he’d always been confident of himself, sure of what he was doing and enjoying every waking moment; now, he wasn’t so sure. Even if he was allowed to join Dahlia de Mai, did he have it within him to make something of the life his sister saved? Won’t know till I try..

“A home, a fresh start, somewhere I can prove myself useful; that is what I would wish to gain” he spoke the truth, taking a moment to figure out what he can offer the Alpha in return. “As for what I can offer…” he paused, a childlike grin spreading across his lips, “For you, I can offer my body and my ever charming quirky remarks?”. Surprisingly, he’d watched his mouth up until that moment, but since he was honestly asking to join, he thought he might as well give her a hint to what his ‘honest’ personality was.

“Regarding my skills, I am a capable hunter like most and I can sing. I’m also a good all rounder, give me instructions and I’ll follow them” and I’ll also willingly occupy the females, and teach all the guys how to gamble, he finished to himself.

Nayru · 04-28-2011, 05:47 PM

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LOL Nayru barely understands flirting. She is such a stick in the mud sometimes. 427
The man spoke more easily now, as if they had fallen into a rhythm. Or perhaps he simply was forgetting to keep up the face that so many feigned when they appeared on another pack’s borders. Nayru knew that no one was actually as they appeared, very few souls wandered about acting entirely genuine. Masks were always donned, and depending on what company on kept, other devices for deception could be used. And it was for this reason she did not mind the slight shift in his personality, but rather welcomed it. If he were to have a home here, then she would have to come know him, the true him, in time.

“I required no such services,” her voice was steady as her hard ruby eyes caught the brilliant blue of his own. Nayru knew know what that tone of voice, those certain inflections that came at times from some male or another, meant. Aro had spoken to her with such, and it was only on that day they shared the wine did she understand what he truly wanted from her. It had taken her too long to figure it out and Nayru felt bad that perhaps the boy had been misled all along, and so she now made it clear to Alexander now. “However, I shall grant you an opportunity to prove yourself in Dahlia.” Her tone softened, he had meant her no harm and she could not hold such casual social interactions against him or anyone.

Turning her body in towards the back lands she gestured to the man with the cream hair that he should walk with her into the pack lands, past the borders. “For now you will be a subordinate, but with time that rank will change. “ Whatever rank he had held in Cercatori d’Arte meant nothing here, as their hierarchy were night and day to one another. “Many claim a home in Wolfville, or Berwick, the two towns we have claimed. There are many houses, but some were damaged in the storm not too long ago.” Her mind went to the Victorian home and she quickly chased the unprovoked memories from her mind. No one lived there now. “Perhaps you could rebuild one?” Her eyes went up as did the soft tones of her voice, rebuilding some of the destroyed homes would prove him, surely. “But of course, you may claim a home anywhere. I myself both in a church outside of Berwick and in the veiled gardens to the east, in case you need to come find me.”

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Alexander Collins · 04-28-2011, 09:00 PM

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xD Sadly, that just makes her more interesting/entertaining to him...

In Character

Standing upon the borders of a pack he barely knew, speaking with the leader of said pack, he should have been nervous, cowering before the leader, begging for his acceptance; for that was what he believed all leaders wanted from him. Someone who obeyed and had no will of his own, a pet who did as he was commanded and didn’t cause any trouble.

Yet, there he stood. Relaxing more and more by the minute and finding himself intrigued by the young leader; her reaction to his comment, her atmosphere and the way she held herself. Despite the others rejection of his subtle hinting, he was not deterred, for he was always up for a challenge. But now was not the time to try again and so he settled with a simple “Shame, but the offer always stands” in response.

At the mention of an opportunity to prove himself, his ears perked up and tail swayed steadily behind him. Eagerly, he listened as she spoke, taking in her every word and moved along with her. When Nayru mentioned the destruction of houses, his thoughts were cast back to D’arte and the damage that had occurred there. Yes, the storm had destroyed much.

“Hrmm, a church huh?” he eyed the female, humour filling his expression. Had she not realized how her words could be interoperated? Grinning, he held back on any smart remarks, but noted the location in case he choose to visit the female once he’d settled in; for round two. Rejection didn’t stop him, on the contrary; it encouraged him to keep trying until he won… or got chased of from pack lands. “And I shall try my hand at rebuilding” his head dipped slightly, in agreement to her words; before, when he was a loner, he had repaired his own cabin and should be capable of doing so again.

“Is there a difference between the two towns? Such as the amount of damage that occurred during the storm and the style of housing”, he inquired, partly out of genuine interest, but mainly to keep the other talking and to learn as much as possible about her and her views; did she prefer one town over another, care more about a particular house being damaged than the town as a whole. You never know when suck trivial information can come in handy..

Nayru · 05-05-2011, 12:44 PM

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Haha 455

Shame, but the offer always stands. The only response offered to this was a quick flick of her left ear, although if it was caused by annoyance or the buzz of a stray fly that happening to float past at that moment was unclear, because the insect recently thawed from the winter did indeed fly by. Yet Nayru smirked at the male, so if annoyance was present it was not held onto for long and she simply let the words pass without further acknowledgement. That one would address her so seemed ungainly, she knew her position demanded more respect than that. Then again, always had Nayru considered herself subordinate to any and all in Dahlia de Mai, the shift of power was strange and at times almost invisible, as their alpha slunk about and bowed her head down low in reverence to her own subordinates. If ever the time came, she would take their respect by force if needed, but none of the Dahlians challenged her despite the her strange ways of leading.

Indeed Nayru had not realized how her words might be construed and if capable she might have blushed then, but as it were her stoic face revealed nothing and noting the man's humor made a mental note to pick her words more wisely around him. Although she had not known what exactly she said, the sensitive girl could understand what his humor meant and the woman disliked that she had conveyed a meaning far from her original purpose. Yet quickly he moved on, and Nayru was glad to do so. Nodding as Alexander confirmed his intentions to rebuild, Nayru turned and stepped off, ready to lead him into the heartland of his new home.

"Berwick hold bigger houses, farms type houses. Wolfville has a lot of buildings, not all residential persay and I fear many of the more useful ones have suffered some damage. " Saluce's workshop, the clinic, her green house and, at the thought of it her heart gave a small lurch she refused to acknowledge, Conor's Victorian home. "Wherever you choose to live is fine. All must be rebuilt. Most like to live in Wolfville, Berwick is quieter." Not as quite as the springs or the veiled gardens, but quite enough. "Berwick has many vineyards, and many of those buildings were damaged. Cellars, barns, buildings for making wine… Those I would like to be rebuilt soon," they would have a purpose soon enough, "but you cannot live in them, so a project for another day I suppose. " If he stayed. If he wanted to truly help them, which Nayru wasn't sure he did but was happy enough to give him a chance. Everyone deserved at least one chance.

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Alexander Collins · 06-06-2011, 12:19 PM

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Fail post >.< Getting back into the swing of things now me exams are over o.o

In Character

“Unusual that you have two distinctly different housing areas. From what I know of, most packs keep to one living quarter area and use the surrounding space for, well other purposes” the pale males words weren’t his finest and may have made little sense, for as he spoke them his mind was already weighing the options of one location over the other. Although Berwick seemed like the better area to live in, some part of him was drawn to the prospect of Wolfville.

“Wine making?” grey ears perked up at that and suddenly his intention was once more completely on the young Alpha. “Now there’s something new. Has anyone yet to organise the re-construction of the buildings or are others just pinching in here and there?” carefully contained excitement edged through his words. Although his aim of seeking a new pack was to clean up his act, the prospect of making and actually learning about wine interested him; it wasn’t something he’d given much thought for and currently he had no unique or special skill to offer. Maybe the vineyards could be a starting point?

“Is there anyone currently in charge or knowledgeable, regarding wine making? Sounds like an interesting subject to study…” he spoke as he looked around him, wondering what other wonders and new things he may come across within the pack lands.

Nayru · 06-07-2011, 08:30 PM

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Short wrap up post, rawr rawr!

Nayru nodded at his commenting, smiling as he picked at their living quarters. It may have been unusual, but there were several things unusual about Dahlia de Mai. Nayru did not mind it being so. Still with the smile on her lips she shrugged at the man and continued heading into the pack lands, he'd see for himself soon. He'd understand why some were drawn in Berwick, some in Wolfville, and even some further out. Like herself, who called neither town home.

The man's obvious interest in wine making pleased Nayru, although other had already expressed their desires to help in the vineyards. There was always more work to be done, and Nayru wasn't sure how long Farore would hold her interest in the grape vines. "No one in charge. We are all putting in some work, trying to learn as much as we can. There are some books, about the wine making process, if you are interested. " And books about the plants, and constantly they were cleaning and trying to revive the lands. If Alexander wanted to find a niche there, there was always room for another set of eager hands and a quick mind. "I think I'll leave you here for now, to explore on your own a bit." Nayru smiled as she turned from the man, giving one low dip before leaving him to his new home.

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