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#1
All welcome. Western part of Halcyon Mountain.

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It wasn’t even a cave exactly—it was merely a fissure in the rocky face of the mountain, perhaps not even five feet wide. It continued some ways back, but he did not require all of the space. To get out of the chill of the east coast night and the rest of the elements, he had chosen this place purely on convenience. It had been nearby. It had required no work. As the sun had started to go down, he slinked into the crack in the earth’s crust like some kind of mythological beast. He had crumpled into a stiff sitting position, placing his head on crossed arms and sleeping as the dead. He was exhausted, and he did not move an inch in the night. Quintus was used to sleeping as such, and in such quarters. As such, the thought of sleeping somewhere in the open, or curled up on the ground, seemed wrong. This was how he was accustomed, and those imprinted customs were all he had.


His mind was as quiet as the morning he woke up in. There was not much to preoccupy him. Most had regrets, prides, or, at the very least, memories to dwell upon in quiet and solitary hours. Quintus did not have such things; it was not even so simple as that they had been locked away. As the healing wound on his temple would tell, he had been robbed of them. The term was ‘amnesia’—he had no lack of words for things—but he was not sure what it meant, why he was this way, or if he had anything to hide. From the shackles that adorned his wrists and the iron band around his neck, he thought that he might. He would have nothing to tell anyone that might ask. He was not afraid of them. There was not much that he was afraid of. Fear was a strong emotion, and all of those, to the man, were very slow.


As soon as he had awoken to faint daylight streaming in from the fissure in the rock, he rolled towards it. Several junctions of his skeleton snapped in protest, and his muscles ached. All of it felt usual, however. He slipped from the nightly hiding place and walked only a short distance to a low boulder. He sat, light orange eyes looking out over the bay, towards the ocean, and then the land he could see distantly across the bay.


No, Quintus did not fear much, but he was beginning to fear the future—a slow and accumulating anxiety. What he was to do was the biggest question. He couldn’t think of much more than to subsist, wait to see if his memories would be returned on an errant wind.


It seemed too much to hope for. With a deep and heavy sigh, he lifted a hand to his face.

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Roran had, as usual, been out and about exploring random and interesting places. He may have been a giant of a Luperci, and past the age of 1, but he would always have the energy and spirit of a pup. He had proved this several times over, by making friends with seemingly random people, and his cheerful and friendly attitude had also landed him a rank in his pack. He held the rank of Nuncio, or ambassador, he liked the rank because it allowed him a reason to go meet new packs.

Though this day he did not feel like going and meeting other packs, he instead simply felt like exploring, so that is what he had done. Rising early in the morning in his Optime form, he had then launched himself out of the pack lands of Pheonix Valley, and had ran about, exploring places.

He now found himself standing on the side of a mountain, he was a distance up and smiled as the wind tugged at him. In his optime form, he was a giant, standing at almost 8 feet tall, and weighing just under 300 pounds, he was rather large for his reletively young age. He looked about as the faint sound of something cracking came to his sensative ears. He looked down the mountain and saw someone far below on a boulder.

He couldnt help but smile at the opertunity to make a new friend. So he turned himself and made his way slowly down the rocky face, heading for the male. He let out a low howl to announce his approach so the male wouldn't think him an enemy and attack.
#3
Cassie was bored and had nothing to do. She saw and scented two others and she smiled and went up to greet them. She shifted into her optime form and walked up. Her optime features were: She had a short petite frame maybe only 6'1 compared to some massive luperci, her mane was styled to look like long red hair, she had amazing amber eyes that appeared to be sparkling from laughter. Anyway went she walked up, she said "Hey, I'm Cassie, and I thought I'd stop by and chat I guess. Being a loner does have it's difficulties friend wise." She smiled happily and sat on a rock nearby. She couldn't wait to maybe meet new friends.


All in today's events, she had wandered a long time,caught a fish,and now met some boys! She chuckled at her own flirty attitude. And mentally scolding herself, she swore not to scare them off. She just wanted to make some friends.She looked at them, both with white/blond pelts,one with blue eyes and one with pale orange. Her eyes were darker, but she marvelled on the color. She had never seen a wolf with that pale of orange eyes.
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There was nothing upon the bleak face of the Halcyon Mountains—the wind- and rain-stained rocks provided little protection from the prying eyes of the unspoken sentinel. He noticed even before the salty breeze brought the other man's scent his approach. There was a dull surprise that settled in his pale eyes; the list of those he had met (that he remembered, certainly) was a monosyllabic list to say the least. He wondered vaguely if he knew this stranger, but something told him not. There was no familiarity he noticed as the other werewolf drew closer. One ear flicked to the front and then back—a silent acknowledgement of his approach—but Quintus did not speak up. He did not even move; he remained where he sat.


It was in his distraction, dedicated to the approaching stranger, that another managed to sneak up upon them. He looked to the smaller woman, face more resembling a mask rather than something truly animated with life. His mind sifted through her words for anything of use only after the fact, but he found little. An introduction was not something he could use. Neither of them could help him with his predicament, and neither seemed to have even the slightest shred of information. He grumbled lowly in frustration; he wrung his hands and the only sound that came from him was the jangling of the chains at his wrists. He did not seem extremely concerned with the strangers, or of introductions or idle chit-chat.

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Cassie looked away as he grumbled. She realized that her presence here was not helping anyone. She looked at her feet and questioned herself.
Am I hideously ugly?
Do I smell bad?
Am I stupid looking to him?
She thought for a while and had no conclusion.She noticed the chains on his wrists and said "Where did those chains come from?" She was intruiged by them. She suddenly smelled a rabbit and heard it hopping around a little lower from where they were sitting. She silently lept down making no sound and got her bow out. She grabbed behind her back an arrow from her quiver and quickly loaded it. She let the arrow fly and stab the small creature. It died instantly and she ran down to retrieve her arrow. She pulled it from the creature and licking the warm blood off her fingers and putting the arrow back in her quiver.

She walked back up holding the dead rabbit by the ears. She settled near a site a little way away from where the men were sitting. She started up her fire and cooked the rabbit. She wouldn't eat it now, but save it for her travels. She loaded up her animal skin pack with the meat and said "You don't mind if I camp over here do you. (sorry for the question mark not being there, my stupid computer keeps on turning it into É.) She sat down on a moss covered rock that let her see a view of the mountain. Cassie looked at the man with the pale eyes wonderingly.


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