Salutations, Visitations

Skye Collins · 07-02-2011, 05:53 PM

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predated to the 16th! ^^

Now that Skye had traded fairly often with the other packs and had them recognize her as a friendly face, she decided that it was time to do the same with her own pack members. She could be seen tending the garden by her members as well as patrolling and generally helping the pack with any tasks the leader could, but it didn't beat having one on one time with her members to talk to them and enjoy it.

She had met the craftswoman Evelyn once when she had accepted her into the pack, but had seen her around many times, helping paint things and build things and generally being nice to the other people. She liked seeing that quality in her members, and wanted to get to know the woman a little more; she knew she had claimed a house in Thornbury, the small town that seemingly everyone lived in, so she followed the girl's scent - it wasn't hard to do. She found her house in a nice shady spot in the corner, and Skye smiled.

She stepped up to the front door of the house and knocked on it; maybe the craftswoman could tell her some tricks of the trade that made her so good at what she did.

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Evelyn Wood · 07-02-2011, 06:29 PM

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Thanks for starting. <3

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Evelyn had been sitting at the dining room table when Skye decided to visit. She was still at edge for some reason for the past few days, and it mostly caused by the rut she was in; not being able to think about what to create next was like being cornered in her own mind. The wolfdog became too upset to sit at the counter in the main room where she did all of her crafting, and decided to settle in the room behind it to hopeful calm her nerves. But it helped nothing, and with her hands free of work her brain was free to wander outside of its usual place. Evelyn thought about the murderer that swooped in Cercatori a few months before she came herself, and the more she thought about it, the rate of her heart increased like frightened prey. And the meeting with that strange wolf named Ouija was no help to her, either, and that night kept pestering her mind.

The knock that resounded around the silent house shocked the increasingly wary girl with a jump; the fur on her nap raised with uncalled for fear that was brought on by her own imagination. After overcoming that brief scare, she rose from the table and opened the door, and again surprised to see her leader at her doorstep. “Um, hi,” Evelyn said rather stupidly from unpreparedness that was obviously seen in her haunted eyes. She did not expected to see the Captinia, always thinking that she had other duties or trades to attend to, but then again it was probably her job to check on her pack mates. “Please, please come on,” she insisted awkwardly, and if Skye walked in, Evelyn lead her to the dining room and offered a seat for the woman.

Evelyn Wood

you love me, you loved me not

Image courtesy of karolfranks@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

Skye Collins · 07-02-2011, 07:42 PM

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Skye was slightly surprised at Evelyn's appearance - the usually happy woman seemed very tired and exhausted, and her eyes drooped as well as her tail. She also seemed a bit haunted, like she was anxious and on edge a bit. Skye was a bit worried about the wolfdog now, and she stepped inside at her offering and sat down in the chair, touched at the woman's hospitality.

"How are you doing, Evelyn?" she asked the pack member. "Have you been well?" The woman's house was very nice, Skye reflected; all the wooden furniture seemed to have things on them added by Evelyn, and if she were to look around closer, she'd see some more crafts, she thought. She was happy the woman was crafting and making things, but it didn't seem like she had been doing so lately; she wondered what was wrong with her pack member. She didn't want them being sad, but would rather them be happy in the pack, treating each other like family.

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Evelyn Wood · 07-03-2011, 04:06 PM

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OOC here!

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As she let the Capitana in, Evelyn did not regard on how she looked. But now, as she saw Skye’s own surprise and realized that it most have been from her own alarmed demeanor, she tried to compose herself as she led her to the table. Now only the ghost of her anxiety was in her bright wedge wood eyes as she settled herself into a seat that was across from the other woman. “I’ve been doing fine, very well,” she replied to her leader, thinking over the few weeks that had pasted since joining d’Arte. They really were great, meeting some of the various members and even trading with one.

“My crafting is coming along well enough. I’m thinking of perhaps taking a trip around the northern packs, to hopefully trade with one of them.” The girl tried to keep the conversation more focused on her trade than herself; she was not good under pressure, and would tell anyone anything if they pressed hard enough. She did not want Skye to think that she was going to leave the pack because of what Ouija told her. Evelyn had even told the male that was not going to run away from a pack that had a stroke of bad luck with its members, and would rather stay and help out any way possible.

Evelyn Wood

you love me, you loved me not

Image courtesy of karolfranks@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

Skye Collins · 07-06-2011, 12:23 PM

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She saw Evelyn try and compose herself as they walked towards the table and she took a seat. She looked closer at her member - she seemed less disheveled now that she had gotten herself together, but Skye could still sense a shadow of unease on her face, and she wondered what was wrong, even though the woman herself assured her that everything was fine, and that she was feeling alright.

The female smiled as Evelyn mentioned that she was going to go to the other packs and try to trade something of her craftings. Skye thought that Evelyn's crafting was incredible; the trinkets that she created with her own hands reminded her of Shawchert, and how he had often created things and given them to other people, or used them in some way when he was still in the pack.

"That's excellent, Evelyn," she said earnestly. "Bangle and I have been trading a lot with the other packs - it's a good idea to keep the best relations with them as we can so that we can make new friends, rather than enemies," she said, her mind involuntarily going to Argul for a moment.

She shivered - she knew that he hadn't been a part of any pack before he came to Cercatori d'Arte, but she thought that perhaps if he had been, the whole thing could have been prevented with a warning from one of the other packs. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of those thoughts, and had a vague thought pass through her mind; perhaps the residue of the attack had troubled their members, and they still weren't over it yet.

"Nothing like that will ever happen again," she said with conviction and out loud, to her surprise. She glanced at Evelyn for a moment, then continued - she had already said that much. "The incident with Argul... that will never happen again. I won't allow it. We tracked him down, and Shawchert fought him, chasing him out and giving him fatal wounds; Argul was dead in a few days." She looked at the table, then continued. "He didn't get away with it, and neither will anyone else that tries to harm this pack, this family."

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Evelyn Wood · 07-07-2011, 09:59 PM

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WC → 310 :: Eve can be a derp sometimes when she wants to hide something. xD This proves it.

The conversation remained cheery and peachy, which Evelyn wanted it to stay as such, as Skye went on discussing about pack relations. When her leader mentioned not making foes, her mind went to the painted male she met a few days ago, and frowned inwardly; that was not a good example of making friends with one of the other packs. She was slightly distracted from thinking about Ouija, and when the Capitana said “nothing like that will happen again”, she was quite confused and wondered if she missed something that she said. She was bad about accidently ignoring things when she was in her own world, and hoped that she did not block out something important. But, Skye looked surprised, and the wolfdog wondered if she just said that without meaning to.

Her speculations were correct as she explained why she said that. Evelyn had heard of the incident that swept over the pack from Slade, and more gruesome details were added by the D’Angelo man when she met him, but she was still ignorant about some of the things that happened. This was unwelcomed talk to her, but listened to the Collins woman anyway in earnest; it was best to know as much as this as possible, for the better of Cercatori and their protection in a sense. “I think the rest of the pack believes that, too. No one with hostile intentions will be allowed in here again, no matter what he thinks.” Unknowingly, she thought about Ouija and how he said that the pack was marked with death, and how she swore that no murderers would snake their way into d’Arte if she could help it, and absent mindedly just added him in her statement as Skye did a moment before, a simple slip of the tongue that was to show her own morals on the topic.

Skye Collins · 07-08-2011, 12:41 PM

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xD poor evelyn!

The creamy white female was reassured for a moment as Evelyn said that she thought that the rest of Cercatori d'Arte believed what she had said, too. The Capitana had been quite worried after the incident; all of the members that she thought were loyal had left. She didn't blame them - the murders had been shocking at the least - but Shawchert did catch the man not too long after, and he would never come back to her pack ever again.

Skye cocked her head curiously when Evelyn said something about 'he' - 'no matter what he said'. Who this mysterious 'he' was, Skye didn't know; she spoke -

"Who are you talking about?" she asked curiously and gently; she didn't want to sound prying, but she had the thought in her mind that this person, whoever he was and whatever he had said to make Evelyn this way, was the one who was disturbing her member so. She felt slight anger towards whoever it was that had said something to worry her, and wondered vaguely if they had even trespassed on the wooded lands.

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Evelyn Wood · 07-10-2011, 07:38 PM

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WC → 348 :: OOC here!

Eveyln, too, had also slipped a thought out of her mouth that was specifically not for Skye’s ears. She bit her lower lip nervously, contemplating whether or not to answer her with the whole truth or something close to the truth; she would never lie to her leader, but telling her about her recent concerns would not make her happy either. “Well… I met someone at the borders, recently, and he told me about how this pack was… trouble.” She refused to say that Ouija had said this place was marked for death, since she would never see Cercatori as such. “He told me more about the murders, and other bad things.” She recalled the painted wolf speaking of horrid things that Shawchert did, some of them not even related to the murders like when he had children with Orin, but even if she never met the former Capitan she would never think negatively of him from what good things they said about him.

“Anyway, I told him he was wrong, and the pack was doing fine.” Especially when they don’t have weak, cowardly wolves like him within the ranks, she thought with spite, her nervousness momentary turning its face to irritation. But, that came as soon as it went, and continued, “His name was Ouija, but he never did tell me straight why he was hanging near the borders, but he acted like he knew the pack well. Did he used to visit often or something?” It was unbeknownst to Evelyn that the man was once of d’Arte, but it still would not have changed her outlook on the wolf that dared to call her home a curse. Without knowing where she came from, the only knowledge she had of her birthplace was just a mere guess, it was almost as if this pack was her hometown despite only being here for a little more than the month; it surely felt like it, since her first months of life that she can fully remember was in a lonely old shack without any friends that she had there.

Skye Collins · 07-12-2011, 08:54 PM

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The girl in front of her bit her lip nervously, and Skye wondered if she shouldn't have asked in such a way - she was sure that she'd have been able to find out some other way, if not through Evelyn. But she relented and told her of a stranger, a man, who had said that.. the pack was trouble? That was bothersome - and he had told her about the murders? What loner knew about Argul and the horrors that he wrought on her lands?

She smiled slightly with approval as Evelyn told how she had told the man that the pack was doing fine - which it was. Everything had calmed down since the incident, and the pack was looking much better.. people were joining, the garden was growing again, and their stables were expanding like never before; Skye thought that she may have to add some space to it soon, even. But all those emotions were washed away and replaced with anger as Evelyn revealed that the 'stranger''s name was Ouija.

She remembered the painted man that had been part of her pack before he had abandoned it for Anathema, and involuntarily, her face contorted into that of anger and irritation before she remembered herself and was composed again. Ouija! She had thought that Ouija was loyal - she supposed that she was wrong. She didn't blame him for leaving, although she wished that he hadn't - he was strong, and they could have used a member like him, even though he hid himself in the hunting lodge most of the time and rarely showed his face, although he had many visitors. But she did blame him for this. Trespassing on the lands when he had given it up, and now scaring his newest members with tales about how the pack was 'trouble' stirred the leader in a way that she did not like. She was sure, she noted bitterly, that he had said much worse things than that, but Evelyn was too polite to reveal them.

She shook her head free of those thoughts for now, reminding herself to check the borders for the painted man's scent, and if she found him, to chase him off; the pack didn't need people like him scaring members. She knew that if Evelyn had been a lesser person, she may have ran from the pack due to the man's words - she wouldn't let him tear apart her pack so soon after Argul had already done a good job of it.

"He used to be a member of Cercatori d'Arte," she said to Evelyn in reference to her question. "One of the five original founders, in fact," she said. "I had thought that he was loyal.. I was wrong. Not because he ran away, but because he chose to slander Cercatori d'Arte's name, and this I will not allow." Her brow furrowed together, but smoothed again once they met Evelyn's eyes. "Thank you for telling me that, Evelyn - is that what was bothering you?" she asked kindly.

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Evelyn Wood · 07-27-2011, 05:42 PM

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WC → 404 :: Sorry for the wait.

She remembered the slightly haunting memory as if it happened just last night. Ouija’s actions were not what disturbed Evelyn, but what he said with such confidence. In a way, she was still just a child in the mind, and though the things that the painted man described did not seem to affect the wolfdog, they truly terrified her as well as it made her upset. Murder was an ideal that seemed far-fetched for the girl, but it was reality and she had to face it sooner or later and accept it, especially when was rooted deeply in Cercatori’s history. It made her uneasy just thinking about killing another wolf, and forgotten memories of bloodshed made her shiver. Despite not fully remembering what happened to her original family, she knew it they were not separated peacefully, and she would not wish pain like that on another without a good reason.

Skye gave a small smile that she approved of what she told the D’Angelo, and she really did meant those words. The caravan was in near completion, and would soon open d’Arte to new horizons with their relations and trading, and Evelyn took pride in the fact that she helped the pack with her skill. She watched her leader’s face momentarily twist up in anger, and the wolfdog wondered if the Collins woman was more dangerous that she had originally thought, despite the Capitana’s gentle and motherly demeanor. Her face quickly smoothed as soon as it was contorted though, so Evelyn did not dwell too long on the thought. Instead, what Skye said next made her own face turn sour, and nearly made a small outburst, but managed to catch herself, but she still steamed.

That man was once part of Cercatori? It was beyond Evelyn to even consider the wolf to once be part of the pack, but it made her even more angered at him; he left his pack at its peak of need, and was willing enough to flee to let the group he helped create and let it go to whatever was to become of it then. Hostile thoughts would have grew if not Skye had not interrupted her stream of thinking as she spoke again. “Yeah… It just bothered me… But, please, don’t think I’m going to walk away because of what Ouija said,” the hybrid added quickly. I’m not going to be like him, she thought to herself.

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