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Giron Felorn · 05-23-2011, 06:51 PM

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Giron paused, his excitement overcoming his growling belly. For the third time, he came across two scents turning back into one trail. What the source could be he still had not figured, but whatever it was, he was closing in on it. He hastened his pace, bending his head low to sniff the earth while keeping his worn fedora balanced on his head.

By sundown, he knew he had come close. Each scent was strong and distinct, and laced with many odors, but Giron identified it as one smell. One that triggered memories and longing in his mind. He quickened his pace. The grass here seemed much more traveled on, the dirt more tightly packed. In the distance, he noticed a tree standing out among all the others, to which he hastened to. The trees carvings were numerous, and only then did it strike Giron how long it'd been since he'd read. The enormous, swirling letters provided a comfort to him that he hadn't felt in what he thought was too long. Cercatori d'Arte, they read. By nature he dared not pass the tree, though this nose seemed to disagree, the aroma of food faint in the air.

'Nothing left to do but wait, I think I'll close my eyes for a moment.' Giron knew his presence would be known quickly, though his exhaustion quickly kicked in. Soon, Giron blended in to the environment, the only thing distinguishing him for the roots being the gentle respiration of a sleeping dog, and his tattered black fedora.

Skye Collins · 05-23-2011, 06:52 PM

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The creamy white female, in a much better mood today than she had been in the past few pregnancy-laden months, walked along her territory, her son Nathaniel in her arms. She had taken to taking her pups out for walks lately; they should know the territory and its smells, at the very least, so that when they grew up, they could always identify it as home. The little Bangle-look-alike had opened his eyes the earliest of her three children, and he was already showing great curiosity about the world, and had inherited his father's sense of humor as well - his laugh was loud and contagious, retaining the same distinguished quality that Bangle's own laugh had.

"Let's go to the border tree," she cooed to her son, who giggled softly. His large, bat-like ears that held more coyote than wolf swiveled to the general direction of the tree, and Skye stopped in a moment in confusion - her son was too young to know what she was saying or that they were going to the tree that defined the Cercatori d'Arte area. Concentrating intently, however, she realized that her son wasn't understanding her, but was merely distracted by some other noise near the tree.

Curious, Skye took her child and began to walk to the Border Tree, the place where it had all began; memories of it reminded her of Shawchert, whom she still missed, but she did have to be strong for her pack - she was sure that he'd return. Some day.

She finally broke through the undergrowth and arrived at the enormous tree with the looping letters she'd written on it in the beginning. It only took her a short while to notice someone curled up in the outskirts of the land, just outside the territory. He was patched with brown and white, and had enormous drooping ears that reached to the floor. What was most distinguishable about this person was their strange hat that adorned their head, of the likes that Skye had never seen before. Her son's yellow eyes gleamed at the stranger, and he let out a loud squeak - Skye herself padded up to the man and voiced herself:

"Hello, stranger - are you alright?" she asked. He held the appearance that he was sleeping, and looked quite worn out at that.

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Giron Felorn · 05-24-2011, 08:30 AM

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Giron came to, immediately the newcomer. The way she carried herself told of experience and knowledge around the areas, and the fact that she carried her pups with her led him to the conclusion that he was in a safe place. His head had already spun a million little lies to tell her from where he came, but decided not to say there.

"I think I am. I'm very hungry though, and lack a place to stay at. I've traveled far to reach here, I'd be much obliged if I could stay for a while." Giron replied groggily. he knew if he attempted his usual repertoire of lies, he was bound to forget a minor detail. Not only that, but he had gotten tired of roaming the land. He missed staying in one place. He missed waking up in his own den day after day.

Skye Collins · 05-25-2011, 10:08 PM

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Hello, and welcome to Cercatori d'Arte! You've just joined one of the many fantastic packs in the world of Souls; based on trade and good relations, this pack is perfect for a soul looking for a friendly place to stay - so welcome to the family! Some things you might want to check out in this unique pack are:

___1. Check out the pack game, where you can earn points to get cool titles and icons!
___2. Read up on the information about the ranks and co-ranks so you can advance in the pack!
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