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Galileo Gray · 09-14-2011, 01:27 PM

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ooc murr

Galileo was up early that morning, for no real reason except that he found himself awake. A few hours had passed now, but Galileo had remained in the centre of Thornbury for the entirety of the time. He hadn't really noticed the time go by, so when the sun finally appeared over the roofs he more or less awoken from his concious slumber. He sighed, pushing himself up from the buttress' of the tree and proceeded to steady himself onto his two feet. Galileo ran a golden gloved hand across his face, wiping away the sleep from his eyes, even though he had been far from asleep. He had done much refecting in those few hours, considering that it may be time to find a mate or at least something that resembled a stable relationship. The only thing that had even been close to this was with Anika, but she had been far to akin to his mother or sister. That hadn't been the reason he'd veered away from her, he had grown tired of her manipulations and she in turn had grown tired of his complaints. Who ever the woman was that he would choose, she'd need to put up with Iven, because the grey German was a staple figure in Galileo's life.

Now that he had fully awoke, he gazed around the empty town, wondering what else he could find to do today. Galileo yawned and stretched his neck, as he waited for... well, for nothing really. For whatever the day threw at him.

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Orin Takekuro · 09-15-2011, 01:22 PM

ooc: Consider this thread SNAGGED!!
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She didn’t understand. What had gone wrong? The pumpkins just weren’t growing like they should. They had plenty of soil, lots of sunlight, and Orin did her best to water them on a regular basis. That’s all plants needed, right? But the pitiful vines that had started to sprout seemed to do little more than wither, and they were a sickly gray instead of a luscious green. This displeased Orin, and even though she didn’t know the first thing about botany she was upset at these results. They must be sick, but what was the problem?

She sat in the Thornbury garden that day, just staring at the pitiful little crops she had planted with Taleisen. Each second that passed her mood grew darker and darker as she fretted for the fate of her little treats. She wanted this fall to be a spectacular one, she wanted to play out a few human traditions she’d once read about, so her daughters would have a special season to remember, but judging by the state of her pumpkins, this wasn’t going to happen. Or, at least, it would be a pumpkin-less fall, and that just wouldn’t do. All of the pictures she’d ever seen of fall and winter holidays almost always involved pumpkin something.

Finally she stood up with a grumble. She picked up the watering can and let the fluid rain down over her crop, even though there were already little ponds encircling the sick little plants. It was her last, desperate effort to save the coming festivities. Would these things ever grow by autumn? Maybe by autumn next year. “Arrg!” she growled, and threw the watering can to the ground, the rest of the water spilling at her feet and churning mud over her foot-paws.

I give up, she thought, unduly frustrated. “Who cares, no one’s ever cared about holidays before anyway.” She muttered spitefully to herself, and stalked away from the garden, muddy footprints left in her wake. She didn’t even know where she was going, but she was headed towards the Thornbury shopping district, hoping to find some miracle pumpkin cure in one of the old storefronts.

Galileo Gray · 09-15-2011, 03:28 PM

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He wasn't alone for long, a woman came, with a pelt the colour of the impending winter snow and hair akin to a wheat field. Or at least that's what he saw. Colours were of little importance to him but he could match up the basics and to him blonde looked like wheat. He strode forward, confident and almost arrogant as usual. 'What's up with you?' he asked, his voice void of any large concern but as a high ranking member of the pack he felt the need to at least ask if even if he was at a loss if asked to help. He probably couldn't help and again he probably wouldn't help much.

She spoke again to herself, something about holidays, 'No one cares about holidays? I think not'. Holidays were one thing he did care about, mainly because of Io's ever wonderful cooking that he doubted he'd ever taste again. She seemed to be pissed at him for no reason all of a sudden. 'In fact I'd always assumed this place would have jumped on the band wagon long ago' he said bluntly. Gazing toward the sky, he finished his pondering, awaiting a response from the snowy femme.

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Orin Takekuro · 09-16-2011, 07:06 PM

The voice stopped her dead in her tracks. Her ears perked, automatically swiveling to meet the sound first, then her eyes followed suit. She stood there stupidly for a moment before turning the rest of her body to face him. He approached her and a streak of hot impatience shot through her. She didn’t know the man, and she didn’t feel like getting to know him right now. Orin used to be happy for a meeting any time, but now after motherhood and the things that had happened to her she often felt irritated for no reason. She crossed her arms, and her tail swished around mildly. All she wanted was a few damn pumpkins.

Yet still, Orin was used to people catering to her, too, and perhaps somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped the man could help. She tried not to show her annoyance too easily, at least having the decency to not take her anger out on him, but she failed miserably.

“Some greeting,” she started to snap at him, then stopped herself. She didn’t even know this guy and he was poking inquiries at her already. Well, maybe she should lay off a little. After all, she didn’t know this guy. She sighed and started again. “I’m mad because the stupid pumpkins I planted in the garden won’t grow. Well, it’s not really that they won’t grow. They grew, just not well. Well, not the pumpkins, all there are are a few sick vines. They look awful, and I don’t know what to do to fix them.” She dropped her gaze for a moment, looking at her sopping feet, then decided she didn’t care.

But the next thing he said got her. The cloudy look on her face melted away as curiosity took over, her ears twitching once and her mouth forming a small little O as she processed what he was saying. “Wait, who do you know who celebrates holidays? I’ve never known anyone to…” she trailed off. Most of her life was spent moving; she’d never really stayed in one place long enough to ever even reach a holiday. Still, d’Arte didn’t have holidays. Not yet, at least. Sure, they had plenty of pack celebrations and parties, but they were all spur of the moment and without any deep meaning.

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Galileo Gray · 09-17-2011, 12:54 PM

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An eyebrow rose as the white femme barked at hiim, some greeting. A breif snort erupted from his throat, 'Yours wasn't so joyous either my friend'. She wasn't his friend, hell, he didn't even know her. But he supposed that now she'd interacted with him she'd offer up her name and the gruff, tricolor male would be oblidged to. He hadn't expected a conversation to erupt from the comment, but at least he would learn to keep his mouth shut. She explained her predicament and the simplicity of it almost made the male laugh, but with the restarint of a gentleman he bit his tongue. 'That's all?' he asked, his brow raising again. 'Well, did you read up about them or did you just stick them in the ground and pray?' A small amount of teasing, perhaps his old ways had not truly gone. After there was still a monopoly of imature things he enjoyed.

She enquire about the celebrations he mentioned. In Cesarski, in addition to the mainstream holidays, christmas, easter, ect, the luperci had their own traditions from various cultures. Though the vast amount of them had nothing to do with religion. Even if the human counterparts did, most hoyl aspects were ingore or removed entirely. 'Yes' Galileo said, pacing forward some more, his large strides eating up the already small distance. 'In my home many celebrations took place throughout the year...'

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