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Titania Moonsong · 12-05-2011, 06:01 PM

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OOC Titania in Lupus. Day time. At CD borders probably near the river. Smile For Soran.

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The novelty of being free and on her own was quickly wearing thin. The girl had left her pack for good just a couple evenings ago and already she had endured hardships that she didn’t foresee when she made the decision. When you were alone you needed to keep moving – just like her mother had taught her – because in this world an idle loner was a dead loner. And a loner who tried to stake a claim without a way of backing it up… well, that arrogance could earn a fate worse than death. Still, it was not as though Titania wanted land of her own. She wanted this, she wanted to be free to do what she chose, free of someone else’s boundaries. She wanted to experience the world and get a taste for the wild, because soon she would be living in it. Soon Zalen would come for her, and then life would be… paradise.

This was certainly the right experience to make her appreciate that paradise, too. She never thought she could be so hungry. She hadn’t prepared for this, and the last thing she’d eaten was a bit of old game, just a scrap really. She had always had the pack to provide her food. As history had proved many times, Titania was no good at hunting small animals on her own, and she was too small to bring down any larger game alone. She was prepared to leave Cercatori d’Arte, but only with Zalen – then they would be able to hunt together. The choice to go on her own before he got there had been her own, and it was only one in a list of hasty, poor decisions.

Her next mistake had been trying to eat a hovel of bugs when she couldn’t catch anything else. Protein was protein, so she had wolfed them down, but it did nothing to curb her hunger and only served to make her a little nauseous for a while. Oh yes, she was in a sorry state now, and if she didn’t have Zalen to look forward to, she probably would have swallowed her pride, tucked tail, and gone back home. Yet the thought of him gave her strength, despite her hunger…

Of course, her hunger only led to more bad decisions, and clouded her common sense when she realized she lurked somewhere near a pack’s borders. She didn’t know which pack it was, or anyone who lived there, but she did know that packs meant food, so driven by her stomach and the sound of running water, Titania padded robotically toward the borders of Crimson Dreams.

Soran Aatte · 12-06-2011, 05:28 PM

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Oh hi there! Smile

Soran's going to be so pleased to see Titania when she finds out who she is Smile

There were faint tracks in the thin layer of snow that had rested upon the ground, tracks made by a wolf treading lightly across the lands; the left forepaw mark seemed to be less embedded than the others, showing a strange weight distribution, almost as if the creator of the paw prints had a slight limp. The truth was that once one followed the tracks they would quickly come upon the sable Censor of the Crimson Dreams pack and today she did indeed have a limp. The wound to the dark female's upper left leg had been quick to heal, the only evidence that the sable mother had been stabbed with her own knife was a small scar now; however the muscle beneath it had been damaged and it was taking longer than expected to heal. The injured arm had been in a sling now for weeks, Soran not wanting to risk a shift lest she damage the injured muscle more, but finally she had given in and made the change into her Lupus form. She had felt like an invalid in her Optime form, she had never done so before, but being stuck in it, unable to hunt on four legs like she had been used to was slowly driving her insane, in truth she had become a very accomplished hunter with her hunting knife, using it to throw at small unsuspecting prey, they had always looked so surprised when the blade connected with them, but she missed the chase, the proper hunt, having to get her daughters to gather food for her was becoming something that the independent female resented. And so once she had finished all of her duties the day before, making notes of the stocks of food that the pack had gathered so far for winter, inspecting some of the buildings for damage and working on her new pet project, painting a map of the known lands onto her bedroom wall, all from memory of course; the dark female had shifted. Yesterday the leg had not caused her too much pain, it had ached and protested as she had attempted to walk on it, but all in all the green eyed lady had felt invigorated and free being in her four legged form once more. But she had made the mistake of playing with her daughters, a little too much rough and tumble seemed to have set the healing process back. Soran had come across Rain and Kiwi playing like pups in the grounds around the manor, chasing snowflakes, snapping at them with their jaws, it had taken a little while but the dark pelted female had been coaxed into dancing and running about in the snow with them. The pain in the sable female's leg showed that that had not been the wisest of ideas.

The dark mother was now attempting to complete a patrol of the lands, she was the Censor of the pack now and that came with certain duties, certain responsibilities, also she knew of the difficulties her leaders had been having in the past weeks, Anu had only really recently arrived back from her ordeal, being kidnapped by the Aniwayans and Savina had herself only just returned from her own diplomatic duties there. So the ebony female was attempting to take the burden from their shoulders as much as she could, she intended to help out wherever she was able. So now she was patrolling the lands, she was not limping too obviously, but every now and again she would feel a sharp pain from her foreleg that was enough to elicit a hiss from between her sharp teeth. It was as she had one of these moments that she caught an unfamiliar scent on the wind, the wind itself had been blowing fiercely all day and it just happened that the Censor was now upwind of the borders. It seemed that there was someone nearby, someone that Soran did not know, they were not of the pack, surely someone who meant no harm would have called a greeting by now? The dark lady's ears flattened against her velvety skull for a moment and her eyes narrowed, with a great deal of effort she coerced her body into managing a quick trot towards the borders, the occasional pain in her left limb making her wince as she did so. The truth was that the war had made the usually very maternal female uneasy; she did not like unannounced strangers at the borders, after all the last unannounced guests had kidnapped her leader and her step granddaughter. The cold was beginning to make the sable female's leg ache as she padded towards the scent as well, not something that would help to improve her mood. Soon enough a small snowy female came into view; touches of crimson fur marking her. Soran paused and sniffed the air again, this girl smelt slightly of Cercatori D'Arte, the pack in which the Censor's stepson lived, perhaps this was not the danger she had supposed it to be. She padded closer in a slower fashion, more cautiously, testing the air with her nose every few steps, something which gave her a moment to pause and rest her weary limb.

She looked the girl over with careful green eyes as she approached, as that was all that she was to the older female, a girl, she seemed so young, she looked hungry somehow. Soran suddenly softened, she could not be angry at this girl, why she must have been frozen half to death out here. The sable female's ears shifted back to a more friendly position as she moved to stand a lot closer to the girl.
Hello, can I help you? You're awfully close to our borders. The green eyed lady asked, her tone warm and motherly, a far cry from the greeting she had intended to give this stranger. She could not help it though, somehow young girls that seemed lost brought out a great maternal side in the dreamer.

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Titania Moonsong · 12-11-2011, 09:31 PM

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Something stirred in the distance... No, not something, someone. The dark, shadowy form was a stark contrast to the cottony powder the winter clouds left in their wake. She was aware that she was at the edge of a pack's territory, the clan keeping good, clear markers of their place even through the early days of winter, but when she caught sight of the ebony form it was not a pack wolf that she thought it was at first. “Zalen?!” She breathed the word to herself, unsure if she had said it loud enough for the other to hear. Was it her love who walked toward her now? Oh, but he limped. Was he hurt?! She gasped, about to run towards him and see if he was okay, but that was when she realized she had been mistaken.

She couldn't help the disappointment she felt in her heart as the Dreamer came closer, her vision focusing on the dark woman's traits. This wasn't Zalen. It was a woman, who limped, and who bore traces of trials and tribulations about her dark coat in the form of light colored scars. Still, she looked at the green eyes that focused on her, and it was no wonder that her longing soul made the mistake.

Titania tried to recover from her error quickly but the other might have still seen what was written on her face. She worked to erase the hopeful excitement and replace it with something more appropriate. But what was appropriate? Happiness? Sadness? Desperation? No... She knew better than that... Just think, Titania, you can do this.

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude on you,” her tone was genuine, and her respectful apology shone in her golden eyes. Hopefully respect would be enough for the Dreamer, for now... respect and honesty. The look on Soran's face when she realized just how young Titania was and that she wasn't a hostile intruder wasn't lost on her, either, and what could have been a very tense situation melted into something far more comfortable, even if she knew she should keep her wits about her.

“I've been... uh... wandering around here for a few days and it's a little... well... tough...” she hated how weak that made her sound, but she didn't want to give up on her gambol that the Dreamer might respect her honesty. Still, should she tell this stranger just how hungry she was? And how this turn of events had really been a reality check for her? No. There would be no common sense in that. Willingly make it out to a stranger that you hadn't eaten much in days? Not a smart move until you knew you could trust them. If Soran was only feigning concern it would be like saying 'hey, I'm weak right now, come and finish me off please!' “It's obvious you protect this place well. I was just sort of hugging your lands because there's not a lot of 'other' activity in the area.” She meant other loners. No loner would be crazy enough to den so close to such a well established pack. Of course she was lurking around for other reasons, too, but these she needn't say out loud.

“I didn't mean to come so close. I wasn't paying much attention, I'm sorry,” should she appeal to Soran for a respite? It wasn't completely impossible. Titania hadn't been a lone wolf for very long and there were a lot of things she learned from her mother, including how to show a pack that you were not a threat and to entreat to them for help, even if it was just a few days shelter. She wasn't sure if she had Orin's charm, though, nor did she know the ins and outs of the packs like her mother did. “I'll just take my tail out of here,” her words were sing-song rather than self deprecating, a sort of musical apology to Soran for bothering her, and she raised a paw as if to turn and take leave.

Soran Aatte · 12-23-2011, 08:15 PM

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Sorry for the wait on this hun, it's been a horrible internetless couple of weeks :S

The more that the sable female looked over the younger pale female the more her demeanour and heart softened, she could not help it; the young female seemed so helpless out here, someone of her age was usually safely nestled in the bosom of a pack, being alone at that age was hard. That was something that Soran knew all too well, she had been forced out of her own home at a young age by her father and had soon found herself alone as her adoptive mother and brother were both killed. The ebony female could not help but feel that she should offer the girl some kindness, she had never really recieved any herself when she had been in the same situation, not until she had found her way to the old Bleeding Souls lands and the Syemv wolves, but that just made her more determined to help those who were alone in the cold, especially when they seemed to be so young. The dark female heard the young girl mutter Zalen's name in a questioning tone as she approached and she paused mid step for a moment, it seemed that the girl had mistaken her for her dark student, the pair had joked before about how they looked like mother and son so the dark female was far from offended, she loved Zalen dearly, almost as if he were indeed one of her own children. She chose not to speak on it though, waiting for the girl to speak first, to answer her question, she looked so cold and alone out here, the dark Censor could not keep the look of motherly worry off of her face, she was a natural mother nowadays, wanting to care for everyone. The girl apologised and said that she did not mean to intrude and Soran nodded her dark head in acceptance.
Do not worry, you were not intruding, although if you had crossed the borders you would have been. She replied, her tone soft. She listened as the girl continued to speak, explaining that she was hugging the borders as there was not much activity anywhere else in the lands, the dark female nodded her large head again, but did not speak, perking her ears up to listen as the girl spoke, her explanation making Soran simply want to protect her even more.

The girl spoke again and said that she would leave, she began to turn and a sudden panic coursed through the ebony female, she could not allow this young girl to leave. The lands were not always safe and with the winter now upon them they would become more trecherous, the food would become even more scarce and safe places to sleep would be cold and uninviting; the dark female could not send the girl out into that world, she seemed so young, the very idea of what might befall her caused the ebony Censor to shudder as she looked at the young female.
Oh no, don't go, please. You look frozen half to death, at least allow me to find you somewhere in our lands where you can warm up, perhaps you could have some food? The jet female replied, her motherly instincts taking over, she wanted this young female to be safe and warm, even though she had only known her for a few moments it seemed that the girl knew Zalen, in fact she had seemed quite disappointed when she realised that Soran herself was not the sable male, so she must have been his friend; and any friend of Zalen's was a friend of Sorans. She smiled at the young female as she watched her.
My name is Soran and this is Crimson Dreams, I am the Censor of this pack and I welcome you onto the lands so that you might get warm. What is your name? The dark female spoke again, her lips curling into a smile. For a moment she paused, wondering why the girl had seemed so let down when she had seen that she was not Zalen, in the end she concluded that the easiest thing to do would be to simply ask the girl.
Zalen is my good friend, how do you know him? The Censor added, still smiling at the younger female, attempting to make her feel comfortable enough here to cross the borders. Soran could not make her go back out into the lands to fend for herself, the high chances of her starving or freezing were too terrible to think about.

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Titania Moonsong · 12-28-2011, 02:04 AM

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No worries. I had a really silly computer issue myself, so I'm just now getting caught back up from that. Smile

Also, if Soran walks off anywhere, Titania will follow, so it's ok to PP any walking if you wish.

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How lucky she was to have come across what might as well have been the most maternal member of Crimson Dreams. She had barely taken a step before Soran stopped her, and stop she did as she tilted her head to peer at the dark woman. She had just cautioned... no, more like gently advised... her regarding their pack's border laws – which were very much the same as they had been in Cercatori d'Arte, and understandably in every pack – and then she quickly halted the younger wolf with reassuring words. Titania had no idea what thoughts were going through Soran's head, but as she looked upon that gentle face she was grateful for them. They were much the same as her own thoughts; worries about hunger and cold. She didn't even pantomime a 'no thank you' scene. Her eyes instantly filled with gratitude and a thankful smile tipped back the edge of her mouth.

“Oh, you're a life saver!” she rejoiced, her paws quickly moving again but this time to bring her closer to Soran, and closer to the land of Dreamers. A hungry teenager knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and if the offer was out there, she would take it. She pranced up to Soran, her tail wagging gratefully as she extended her muzzle to sniff at Soran's nose, and deposit a few appreciative licks of thanks if she let her. “I will repay you.” Exactly how she would she didn't know, nor did she expect Soran to really ask.

She glanced between Soran and the great expanse of Crimson Dreams as the shadowy female spoke her semi formal invitation. Right now it didn't even take that much to get Titania to accept the offer, but it still made things feel more official. Her eyes moved to Soran and for a moment she realized that she needed to file this away for the future. After all, if she and Zalen were to start a pack, she could use a few role models. She liked the way Soran spoke to her (perhaps it was because it was not with instant disrespect or disdain), and she wanted others to like how she spoke to them. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized in that moment that you could catch more flies with honey, and she was determined to keep that lesson with her.

Not that the woman's generosity was just some lesson in politics. It was genuine, and she appreciated it deeper than her wagging tail could profess. “I am Titania Moonsong, formerly of Cercatori d'Arte.” At first she thought she wouldn't even bring up her former pack, but she was not ashamed of them, and thought that the honesty might help Soran feel secure in her decision to invite her onto Dreamy soil. “Daughter of Orin Takekuro and Shawchert Menue, if you know of them.” She didn't really expect her to, but they had some friendly relations with the pack and might. Shawchert, being the former leader of d'Arte, was more likely to be recognized than her mother. She instantly regretted her decision to tell her, though, for she could send word to them that she had come here. She didn't want them to come searching for her. She tried to banish the concern...

And banished it was the second Soran said the magic word, 'Zalen.' Her eyes flew wide, ears pert, and tail began lashing behind her so furiously that her rump practically flew off balance with the first few whips. “You know Zalen?!” she yipped, and nearly whined with excitement. “He's the one I'm here for. Well, not here, we have plans to meet in a few days near the d'Arte borders. But I had to get away now or it wouldn't have worked.” A dreamy gloss brightened her eyes as she thought about him.

“He is going to return with my heart. And because he has it, I will go with him. And he will be with me because I have his. Without each other there is no beating in our chests; we would cease to be.” A girlish grin spread across her muzzle now, one different from the generically happy expression she had before. It seemed she had also picked up a thing or two from him, speaking poetically like this. “How do you know him? Does he come here often?”

Oh, moon led she was! What were the chances that she would happen upon this place, into the paws of the kindest Luperci she had ever met, who just happened to know the man who held her heart? She rejoiced, feeling that this was another twist of fate, and comforted to know that she could always trust the moon to lead her down the right path.

Soran Aatte · 01-03-2012, 01:42 PM

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Sorry for the wait on this, New year is always a bit crazy at my house XD

The sable female could not help but feel a little softness towards this young pale female, the freezing temperatures and scarcity of food were enough to make the dark female worry about anyone being alone in the lands, but this young female seemed so small somehow; perhaps it was the fact that she reminded Soran of her own daughters, even though her pelt was the complete opposite colour she seemed to have the same type of personality as her own children; she would want someone to show them the same kindness should they choose to become lone wolves. So she could not help but extend the hand of kindness to the pale female, she hoped more than anything that this girl was less stubborn than her own daughters though, that she would be grateful and accepting of the help that she was being offered, Soran knew that Rain would have refused such help, she had constantly pretended to be far more competent and resourceful than she was, she had the headstrong behaviours of youth still, soon enough she would learn that sometimes accepting help was not a sign of weakness but a sign of intelligence. It seemed that the young pale female with the red tipped fur was not as silly as Rain though, she did not refuse the help, forcing Soran to coax her into agreeing to receiving the help that she most likely needed. Instead the girl seemed to perk right up, saying that Soran was a life saver, she padded up to the sable female and began to sniff and lick at her maw, the dark female stood still as she did this, showing that the small act of gratitude was not only accepted but rather appreciated, the small girl said that she would repay the ebony matriarch and dark lady smiled and nodded. She moved and gave the smaller female a gentle lick on the cheek, a motherly gesture.
"That is fine little one, I am sure that one day you will be able to repay me, but for now let us get into the lands and get you warm and fed." The dark female replied, smiling at the younger girl, her tail wagging. The young female then began to speak, saying that her name was Titania and that she was formerly from the pack where Tal lived, Soran nodded her dark head again, smiling slightly at the younger female.
"I do not know your parents, but I do know your pack, tell me do you know someone named Taelisin? He is my step son." Soran replied, smiling at the younger girl as she turned to walk into the pack lands. For a moment the dark female paused, she was suddenly concerned that this girl might have run away, that her parents might be sick with worry, not knowing where she had gone; she herself knew that feeling so well, worrying about her children. Perhaps she should send word to let them know that their daughter was alright? No, this girl was trusting her at the moment, perhaps later on she would be able to convince her to go and see them herself, if not then she would send word to simply let them know that she was alive and well.

At the mention of Zalen the girl seemed to transform further, her tail wagging furiously, it seemed that the dark female's student had quite an effect on this younger girl. She explained that he was coming here to meet her, well he was going to the D'Arte borders, but knowing Zalen he would easily be able to find the pale girl here, he was a smart creature after all, Soran probably knew this better than most, she smiled at the girl's enthusiasm, her sudden joy. The girl explained that the dark male had her heart and was going to take her away with him, the ebony matriarch frowned slightly for a moment, what about Lucia? Knowing the sad girl well as well, the chances were that she had probably turned Zalen down, rejecting him and his love, she was good at pushing others away. Perhaps he had realised that she would never be with him the way that he wanted her to be, perhaps he had found Titania and fallen in love with her, she just hoped that he loved her as she seemed to love him; she would not approve of him leading the young girl on. She smiled as the girl gushed, telling her how he held her heart, she could not help it, love was a gift. It seemed that Zalen had promised to come back and get Titania, this was a good thing, it showed that the chances were that he loved her indeed, he was a male of his word and she doubted that he would lead this pale female on. No, he would be back for her that if that was what he had promised to do, all the worry faded away from her then, she knew that he would look after this red tipped girl. Suddenly the girl asked if she knew Zalen and Soran nodded, a smile pulling at her lips, she asked if he came here often and Soran shook her head in response to that question.
"Yes, yes I know Zalen quite well, I was the one who taught him how to read and write, I would consider him to be a great friend, almost like a son to me; he does not come here though, not usually anyway, I go and see him in his home." The sable Censor replied, smiling at the girl again, hoping that her answers would be satisfactory for her.
"When and where did you meet him then Titania?" She asked, padding towards the house now, gesturing the young girl to follow her with a toss of her head, they would be able to get some food and warmth there and they would be able to speak more as they walked.

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