Can't Lose

Nayru · 04-25-2011, 12:37 PM

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For Shaw (finally got it up XD), if Skye would like to hop in I'm good with that too April 26th. ^^ 363

The cloth sack the fairy queen carried was heavy, but the weight did not faze her. She barely noticed it, though she unconsciously straightened it every half hour or so. It would empty as she moved along, and her first stop was not far at all. She had made the journey many times before, but only once after the neighboring pack had been established. The black and white woman had had no real authority then, the girl had simply been driven only by curiosity and good intentions. This time good intentions came with her but her purpose was more defined. Conor had never made this trip; at least if he had she didn't know about it. Even if he had, the man was out and the girl was in. It was simply inexcusable for two packs living so close to be strangers, and she did not intend for them to be so any longer.

On her last visit she remembered Shawchert being very kind, eager to answer any questions that had sprang from her lips. Hopefully he was still in such good spirits, although she did not know if any circumstances would have occurred to make his mood sour. Momentarily she thought of Alexander, the man who had left Cercatori d'Arte for Dahlia de Mai, but she let him slip from her mind. If his name arose they would talk of it then, but Alexander had not indicated any reason for her to be suspicious of his residence in her pack as opposed to in Cercatori.

When she reached the borders, it seemed as if no time had elapsed and remembering how well her previous visit had gone the Dahlia de Mai alpha did not hesitate to throw back her head and let out a long, low hollow. Surely Shawchert would hear it, but it sent the message of summoning any leaders of Cercatori d'Arte. Lowering her sack to the ground, Nayru let her ruby eyes wander along the borders, not daring to step past the invisible border. Lowering herself, she sat cross legged next to her sack, hands resting easily in her lap, ready to wait as long as it would take.

Shawchert Menue · 04-26-2011, 04:47 AM

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WC:329 OOC: Demetrius is there, but Naryu cannot see him ^^

He heard the howl, though he was in the middle of something, as he always was and he cursed. He wanted to finish this, but it seemed important. Looking around his empty house, the sound of nothing but his own breathing, he felt he should get up.

“Get up daddy, there is someone to meet you”

The voice was probably meant to be excited, but it was drowned out in sorrow, as was the way of Shawchert’s spectral son. Shawchert nodded, not saying anything at all and headed out the door. He learned it was a good thing to listen to his son. He moved through the forest, and if he paid any attention he would know he was headed in the direction of his neighboring pack, Dahlia. He wasn’t though, and it didn’t always matter for he found strangers near that border many times anyway. He did get a surprise though as he was expecting just that, a stranger. Instead it was someone he knew, a young female he’d met, that had asked him questions about his pack. Shawchert remembered, and knew he was not the same wolf, but more reserved at the moment. Come time and healing he would be the man he was before, but for now he still had many wounds to tend to, both physical and mental. His physical were healing fine, now that he took Sky’s directions and had some help with his eye and mouth scratch, but the rest he was able to do easy. Looking Naryu over, she looked the same as she had, except she had a more... Regal look to her. He gave her a welcoming smile.

“It is good to see you again! It sure has been a while.”

He said, wondering what brought her to his borders. He hoped it was good news because he wasn’t sure he could take for much bad at the moment.

Nayru · 04-30-2011, 02:27 PM

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^^ 346

It was not long before the man she had met previously greeted her. As before he was kind in his words and his welcoming smile set her more at ease, though if the woman was ill at ease it did not show in her face. Rising to meet him, Nayru left the heavy sack at her feet and bowed her head lowly to the man. With as kind and welcoming as he had been before, she wasn’t sure that such an elaborate display of submission was necessary, but with her current task at hand she felt it was fitting. Without moving garnet eyes to meet the man’s she spoke, her voice as ever low and sweet. “Greetings Shawchert, the pleasure is all mine.” And it certainly was. Nayru was simply pleased that the man had been the one to come greet her upon the borders, for had someone else answered the call this would not go as smoothly as she would have liked.

Lifting her eyes so she could gauge the man’s reactions, Nayru took a moment to decide just how to verbalize her thoughts. Images of Conor came and went and it only took that brief reminder of her mission for her to settle on the right words. “I come with news from your neighbor, Dahlia de Mai.” And did that matter at all to him? Events in the other packs happened without her knowledge, and she and the rest of Dahlia got along just fine. It was not the norm to stick their noses into other pack’s business, but with Cercatori d’Arte and Dahlia de Mai so close it seemed impossible that they could remain so remote. And more importantly, Nayru did not want to. “Our alpha, Conor Soul, has left us. Leaving me to take his place. I lead the pack now.” The small girl stopped there and held her breath as she waited for some sort of reaction. There was, of course, more to this visit, but it would wait until she saw how the man took in his tidbit of information.

Shawchert Menue · 05-04-2011, 03:45 AM

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WC: 318 OOC: If you want she could possibly see a little wisp of Shaw's son, but nothing too solid :3

Shawchert didn’t feel that she needed to show him submission, though he said nothing. He could only keep his smile on his face. He watched as she spoke quietly to him. This was not unusual for the woman, she was a quiet wolf when he had first met her too, so it did not alarm him. What did, however, was her news. Her leader Conor had left, and she was now in charge, and at such a young age. Shaw’s heart went out to her, but he knew if anyone could handle to the position she could, even though they had only met once.

“I am sorry that he is gone... it was a lot to put such a responsibility on young shoulders, but I think you will make a fine alpha.”

He said carefully. He wondered what happened at his neighboring pack, but was glad it wasn’t something terribly horrible. He didn’t think he could chance it, then he wondered if he should have warned them of the killer that had been lurking his lands, he could have easily went to Dahlia and hurt someone there, but he was thinking of his own pack at the time... and now the man responsible was dead. It didn’t matter anymore what mattered now was here and now. Demetrius stared up at the woman with calculating eyes, it seemed he had nothing to say about her, that or he was keeping his judgement to himself.

“I thank you for this news, though it is sad, but appreciated. Ours would not be so much as great here ourselves, though the.... struggle we had is over.”

He said. He had to admit if exchange of news of a pack was needed, especially for such two close packs, then he would have no choice but to tell her, though the thread was finally over.

Nayru · 05-09-2011, 10:47 AM

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It was almost always the same reaction. It had been Siku's reaction, Saluce's, and even the other's although they had not shown it as openly. A mixture of sympathy and faith. Nayru did not want the sympathy and she did not know where such strong belief in her came from, but only with time could she change their minds. Show them she did not suffer because of her age or inexperience, and Dahlia de Mai would not either. The belief in her was a blessing though, for if they believed in her she had no choice but to also. The patchwork woman had doubted Conor when he placed her as his gamma, but she thrived there. Had he merely been molding her? Had he known all along he would leave? No… Nayru thought of the man's haunted face as he fled before her and she knew it had not been planned.

At his compliment she bowed her head graciously and then lifted it, eyes opening in surprise as he spoke of his own pack's struggle. Yet the man did not elaborate and she would not pry, this was certainly not her place and not her purpose in coming here. Nayru opened her mouth to speak but a small flicker of movement caught her eye, as if something lingered as Shaw's side. Dismissing the vision she smiled up at the man, ready to begin her true speech. "I am glad your pack seems to be doing well, perhaps in the future if you have such struggles again you will come to us and we would gladly offer you what assistance we can, Dahlia has much to offer," she paused a moment, noting even the most subtle changes in the man's face and posture and continued. "With our packs being so near I do not believe we should be strangers. I would like a friendship to form between our lands Shawchert, and maybe even in time an alliance of sorts, if that suits you and your members. Today I come with tokens of our good will, if you will accept them." There she stopped, aware of the large sack at her feet but not moving to reveal just what it was she brought until the man made some sort of response as she held her breath, waiting.

Skye Collins · 05-22-2011, 10:20 AM

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i apologize for the delay! <3

The pregnant female was more visibly pregnant now, and she could feel her pups begin to squirm within her. She knew there was more than one - that much was apparent - and she wandered around the borders restlessly as she thought about this. Shaw was doing all he could, but she knew that with the death of his son and the disappearance of Sky, he was doing roughly; Skye was doing all she could as well. She was so deeply immersed in her thoughts that, at first, she didn't notice the scents and sounds of her leader and someone else she didn't recognize.

Curious, she pushed through the trees and saw Shawchert conversing with an unfamiliar black and white wolf; she smelled like Dahlia de Mai. She smiled at both of them, first looking and Shawchert and uttering a 'hi', then looking at the black and white Dahlian. "Hello," she said amiably. "I'm Skye Collins, co-leader of Cercatori d'Arte. I was just walking by when I heard you; it's nice to meet you!" she said, vaguely wondering who this new wolf was and wondering if Conor was around as well. She had met the orange alpha of Dahlia de Mai a while ago when her horse had almost run into him; a strange and slightly embarrassing encounter, but she had liked the alpha male and wouldn't have minded seeing him again some time, especially since their packs were so close together. She had, of course, no way of knowing what had really happened, and waited for a reply from this black and white female.

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Nayru · 05-24-2011, 10:45 PM

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We can make this one short since we have the new one in DdM ^^

The man nodded his approval and as Nayru reached into the sack to pull forth the gifts another appeared. The woman was so round that her wobbling walk clearly explained why Shawchert had answered first, but Nayru was pleased to see that another leader had arrived. Although the mottled woman knew it was merely fantasy, she wanted to know all the faces of all the leaders and quickly she filed this one’s image in her mental folder. Skye Collins. Instantly she recognized the name of the newly admitted subordinate to Dahlia de Mai. Alexander. "Greeting Skye Collins." The woman bowed her head lowly, averting cherry eyes as she spoke. “I am Nayru of Dahlia de Mai, and I was just about to present Shawchert with these…”

Gingerly she reached into her bag and pulled out the gifts. The book, Instruments of the World she handed to Skye, and the bottle of red wine she handed to Shawchert. The book was in fairly good condition and from what the male had told her of his pack on her first visit, she felt it was fitting. Hopefully both gifts would find a home here, although Nayru did not mind if she had guessed incorrectly in selecting the tokens for each pack, despite the careful thought she put into it. Everyone makes mistakes… everyone misreads others… She let the idea slip from her mind and returned to her confidence. Why wouldn’t they find a use for these? Turning to the woman, her low voice was softer than before. “You are the sister of Alexander, are you not?”

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