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name. Sentrosi
birthdate. March 2, 2007
race. luperci ortus
gender. male
email. hanalways@gmail.com
msn. hanalways@gmail.com
grapevine. been around for a while.
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It was pretty today. Dandelions swept through the grass, ruffled indignantly by the springtime breeze that curled and coiled through the skies drenched in a luxurious sky blue. Birds chirped their mellow songs to the afternoon tide as insects lazily whirred in their own little worlds. Sentrosi on this fateful day, however, was not quite in a joyous mood. Thin and wary, the fire hued luperci staggered through lands. It had been countless months since he had last been in a pack, and naturally such lifestyles was taxing on such a body, and a mind. He underwent a few days without food, mostly due to the realization that he needed a pack, and therefore spent most of his endeavors rooting for one.
So here he was, and while lack of nourishment lagged his body behind, it heightened his senses acutely. Ever trigger seemed to set of a domino effect throughout his whole system. Ears perked readily, tail sloped low and daring, his body pressed sharply to the ground. He was ready. He could smell it, he could taste it, the scents of a pack were in the air and Sentrosi drunk them in greedily. They seemed fresh enough, and Sentrosi didn't want to escape his chances of meeting up with one of the members. Toeing that invisible line between mutual lands and pack lands, the wolf double checked his posture and hoped that someone might pass him by.
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[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
Welcome!
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
It was by pure chance that Cercelee stumbled upon the male that day. Normally the year old female did not patrol borders, not many strangers had come to seek them out anyway. If a strange scent did waft her way as rosea she would investigate, but otherwise, once inside the pack Cer rarely visited the borders. There were four other wolves in the pack anyhow and eventually one of them would get bored enough to make the rounds. However Cercelee frequently passed through the borders, as despite the fact she had hungered so greedily for a home and a pack life, she found that her wanderlust was not quite quenched It was returning from one of this wanderings that she came upon him, for he was not far off the invisible path she was accustomed to coming and going from.
Coming up slowly towards him, her posture mostly neutral but with a tinge of dominance, after all, despite the fact she wasn’t one for formalities between pack members, he was a stranger on her lands. Still, he did not look threatening, and he seemed to be waiting patiently, respectfully, and there was no reason Cercelee saw to be demand him to grovel. Her slim figure wove through the grass and dandelions, her nostrils taking in the scent of the earth and of the stranger. As she came closer Cer paused to look over the male one last time, he seemed young enough and healthy although he seemed fatigued the way Colibri and herself had been only weeks earlier. The rosea spoke in her cool manner, her words floating like a feather off her lips, as she came up and sat herself a few feet from him. Hello there. Can I help you with something?
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quick post before I'm off to work. x_X;
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Patience was a virtue given to Sentrosi by his mother. Often times he felt as if he could wait for the end of the world for many instances, but for some odd reason, this wasn't one of them. He shifted his weight from one leg to another, feeling as his pads clenched and withdrew the land underneath him as he peered about him curiously, anxiously. The fire-hued wolf had no idea what was making him so nervous, perhaps it was the fact that he was at this land, looking for a pack. True, these weren't the lands of the Bleeding Souls, however he could feel the tense atmosphere around him alive with the spirit of the old lands.
Nonetheless, he was grateful when he was ultimately found. She looked so similar, granted, all white wolves did. Yet, the body structure, the posture, the way the femme afore him moved, there was that uncanny familiarity to her. But he did the polite thing, swept his eyes to the ground as his posture submitted cautiously towards the elder. He bowed softly and gave a faint smile as he replied to her inquiry. "I'm actually looking for a pack to join, and was hoping that someone like yourself may accommodate?" He hoped that would pass through well enough, but naturally just in case, he threw in his name to jump start the process along. "I'm Sentrosi Sadira."
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[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
Given the run ins the past few weeks with various wolf blessed with the sir name Sadira, Cercelee shouldn’t have been surprised, yet when he spoke his name something in her jolted. The first name held no meaning, but neither had many of the other first names she had heard. It was all centered around that last name. The second part, the part she hadn’t claimed and never had, the part her father had kept from his children, yet that was the part everyone insisted was her link from them to her. Still, she didn’t tote it around like baggage at the end of her name, her name was fine on it’s own. Cercelee. Despite it’s one flaw of invoking the image of a dead Clouded Tears alpha to many who heard the similarities between them.
Composing herself from the inside out, shutting out the shock as soon as it had shown up, Cercelee smiled easily at the male, her voice even more even than her face. Cercelee would have made a wonderful liar. Well we certainly have a pack, and room for more members, so you’re in luck. Luck had little to do with it, this male would still have to give a reason for Cercelee to trust him enough to set foot past the borders, and she wasn’t sure if family bonds, if he even was family, would even be enough for her. I’m Cercelee, rosea of this pack, which is one of the leading ranks. It was not said in any bragging manner, she wasn’t really even proud of it, but they had made the ranks up purely on whim, and there was no way to tell which rank was higher than another unless explained out loud.. So where do you come from? Was there a previous pack? Maybe he was displaced from the fire, it wasn’t a strange question to ask by any means, but Cercelee was trying to place him in her tangled web of that family without right out asking.
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My sister in law was playing it's a small world, it seemed to fit.
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It was funny how Disney's classic annoyance seemed to weave into everyone's life. It seemed like every single individual seemed intricately bounded by what could seem as a perfect stranger. However, circumstances and situations seemed to fill in pieces of a jigsaw, at least, carve out a lopsided puzzle piece to jam in the middle of an gaping hole. Yet Sentrosi was oblivious to how truly small the world was as he assumed the submissive position beneath the brilliantly white femme. Her response seemed easy and natural, and it was difficult for Sentrosi not to be affirmed with such a soothing flow of scenes. He bowed and listened intently to what she had to say, out of the loop that his sirname seemed to have any connotation in these lands.
At the mention of a previous pack, Sentrosi knew he shouldn't have been altogether surprised by the question, but for some odd reason it caught him off guard. Rather new to the border patrol scene, or at least the other end of it, the multihued wolf looked up cautiously to the femme before letting the residual feelings built up over time just crash around him with a shrug. "Was born and raised in it, wasn't much of a pack though." He let his crimson eyes dart this way and that, folding over those coyote ears in his hybrid body. "Treated most wolves that came through badly and demanded high payment. I left hoping for a new place to call truly home." He added the last note, not only to spice up the conversation with a little optimism, but to attempt to plant the seeds of his acceptance.
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[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
The male didn’t give any further hints to his lineage, but Cercelee let it pass. Sentrosi had already proven that he had no qualms about introducing himself as a Sadira, and surely he would run into another who recognized the name rather quickly. Perhaps Colibri or Mew, as they both knew the name well enough and were sociable towards strangers. Sooner or later Sentrosi would meet them, and perhaps Cercelee would get her answer, if only to settle the curiosity. It made no real difference if Cercelee knew or not, she fully understood this fact, but part of her wanted to know how far the blood lines stretched, how deep in generations was this family she had stumbled into? How far out did the branches of the tree reach exactly, and how far did she have to go to get out of the shade of the family tree?
His explanation of any past pack was vague, but Cercelee didn’t need to prod deeper. Knowing that there was a past, that this wolf didn’t spring from thin air into her life, was quite enough. If anyone’s past should be contemplated, it was probably best to mull over her own, but she did not allow herself that, and so would not spend any time doing so for a stranger either. Well, you certainly seem to be offering us loyalty, yes? Have you anything else to offer us? Cercelee really didn’t mind if he didn’t, the others had all been acceptance based only on that single virtue. Of course the others did have other qualities that made them valuable, as pack mates and as friends, but those weren’t discussed until after the pack had been made a reality, they hadn’t been weighed during the initial decision. Still, Cercelee didn’t think it would be appropriate to allow any stranger access without some semblance of a screening system.
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