The sin of the family

Noah · 01-02-2012, 12:40 AM

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The male was out and about again, seeing the lands, seeing what was all out there beside the pack he had moved from the Valley to live with new members, and learn about a new leader. The pack he had lived in since Jefferson had left them. Noah had stayed around the pack lands since it was made and only made some trips out of the packs lands for peace keeping missions, or seeing his brothers. Really the Sawtooth male didn’t make too many trips, had he finally started to settle down and working towards starting a family? Oh that was a horrid, horrid thought, him and children. He didn’t have an issue being around them, however the thought of him having a litter just wasn’t something that he saw would ever happen. He gave a flick of his good ear.

Two feet moved towards the borders of where his white brother had last been known to call home. The silver male lifted his head into the sky as he parted his jaws howling for someone to lead him to his brother. It wasn’t a demand, oh no. The silver colored star gazing male knew better, way better then to do just that. It was just a nice simple request, one where there was no rush, one where other than a warm body to great him, there was no real demand. Bringing his maw down he lifted his ear listening to the call echoing thought the trees the male sighed softly in a content manner.

Going down to the one knee the male knew it was better to be ready to great someone, then to be rushing to show submission when they get there. Yes, it was far better to be ready then to be the fool. The male rested and waited, for someone, really just anyone to come great him.

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Orin Takekuro · 01-02-2012, 01:29 PM

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A call rang out over d'Arte's realm, and unlike the last one she had answered to this one sounded more familiar with the pack. She wondered if this wasn't any random wanderer out there, if this might be someone calling on one of her pack mates as friend. Well, there was only one way to find out, and by the looks of things she was probably the closest to the call, anyway.

Orin had been perched by a tree somewhere in d'Arte's woods, using a pestle to grind down and smooth out something that once was the leaves of a tree. She had pummeled it into a nice green paste, but there was still a lot of elbow grease to happen before it would be ready to be made into pigment. She looked at it with a bit of worry. If she answered the call it might dry up and she could lose some of the vibrancy. Oh well, it's not like she could just ignore the visitor.

She packed up her things, putting a lid on the clay jar her supplies were in and placing the jar back into her satchel. The visitor might be getting impatient at this point, she thought to herself as she hurriedly picked up her pack and slung it crossed ways over her shoulder, then jogged off toward the call.

A short howl told the newcomer that she was on her way. A few moments later she emerged on the scene. Since she had been working, she was without her pink cloak, but the relentless bite of winter cold did nothing to phase the tundra wolf.

“Good morning,” she greeted the man as her eyes scanned his torn visage. She had never met him before, and was surprised to see the man with so many injuries. Of course, they were all healed now, but their story was forever written on his body. Her eyes skimmed over the missing arm, and she tried not to gasp so loud. She had once known a man with only one arm. The man whose story brought her here in the first place... Jac.

She tried to recover but still she was dazzled. She tripped on her words a bit. “H-ow can I help you?”

Noah · 01-02-2012, 11:32 PM

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WC:427 I wasn't sure if Noah was to know Orin since she was in pv last winter, but not as Orin.

The silver male did not mind waiting, It gave him a chance to think everything over, to think over the thoughts that had been running though his head, and a chance to just breath the fresh air. These lands where mystic to him, he wanted to look around and take in every new sight that he could. However the male knew if everything went well he would be able to see his brother and then he might be able to see more of these lands, and feel that much richer.

The short howl came to the silver male, as he stood there; he gave a nod, in approval and acknowledging, as if someone could see him. Such a fool, he was. However, this fool was not about to make a move that could have been taken as an act of trespassing.

Seeing the lady with a coat of the color of snow, the male stepped back looking at her, she was stunning. The male found him-self ever so rudely staring at her. The male was brought back to this plane and away from his eyes, looking at her, and her stunning hair, just generally looking at her up and down. ”Oh! Uhmm..” The male found him-self lost for the whole reason he had came here. ”Taliesin Rhiannon?” The male spoke of his brother’s name.

Something about this female no matter how stunning she was, there was something about her that reminded her of a wolf that had lived with his sister Tala very briefly back in Phoenix Valley. If the silver male’s mind was right…she had children. Then Noah gave the female another look over, she couldn’t be it. This lady was thin and youthful looking to have children. How foolish this male was for thinking that this lady could have been a missing pack member.

”Do I scare you?” He lifted his ear looking at the lady, he couldn’t help but to see that she was looking him up and down. He wished he could tell of some big story of how there was someone coming to hurt one of his fellow pack member, however no, he was just a poor sucker in the wrong place trying to pull a close friend out of her cabin before she got hurt. ”I not mean…I sw..sw..sw..air…swear!” He snarled gruffly trying to push out his own words. The Sawtooth male knew what he wanted to say, and knew how to say it. It was just trying to get his damaged mind to click with the rest of the body.

Orin Takekuro · 01-03-2012, 01:40 AM

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Gah! Thanks for reminding me. Sudden memory recovery!

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It was a little sad, that as Orin stared at the man's scars and focused on the unfortunate ugliness, he was staring right back at her and silently marveling at her beauty. Certainly she would not be so rude as to tell him what she was thinking, but still her thoughts couldn't be helped. She felt bad when he spoke, knowing he saw the way she looked at him even as she tried to conceal the shock in her eyes. It was too late, even though she now covered it up he had still seen it to begin with.

Snapping back to reality, Orin shook her head vehemently. “N-no. I'm sorry, it's just you reminded me of someone for a minute. It's not every day you see a one armed wolf,” she motioned. Her eyes were apologetic for pointing it out, but then again it's not like Noah didn't know he was missing an arm. “I knew someone like that once back in Cour des Miracles. Its former king. We were friends.” She smiled softly, thinking about Jac. Still she couldn't help also remembering a pang of hurt at his sudden abandonment of the pack, even though she wasn't a part of that kingdom anymore.

“You're looking for Tal?” She cocked her head. “Are you a friend? I'm Orin, by the way. And you are... Noah?” She didn't mean to be able to fill his name in, she just did it, surprising herself. It was true, she had lived in Phoenix Valley for a short while under the disguise of Desdemona Moonsong. She barely left the church in her time there, but still the vaguely familiar gray form suddenly popped to memory. Noah had reminded her of Jac, but now that that memory faded she could remember seeing the scarred man before.

“Aren't you Noah? You used to live in Phoenix Valley, right?”

Noah · 01-03-2012, 09:51 PM

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The male couldn’t help but to look at her and be amazed in her utter beauty. The male could not help it, it was rude. However in a way he guessed it was fair. While he was pretty sure she was looking at him, feeling either pity or disgust. The male was use to it, more often they called his bluff when he brought it up to them, pointing out that they were staring right at him, and even though he was half blind, he could still see the eyes, and the eyes where the window to the soul.

”Well if we are p..p..playing truthful. It’s not every day t..t..that I see someone a..a..as simply stunning as you. “ He knew how awful that sounded coming out of his mouth, he would not have said it if he really would have thought about how that sounded and not even knowing if there was someone in her life that she was in love with.

The silver male listened to the female talk about the King that she was known of. The wolf watched the lady of rainbow colored hair as she recalled the male and then there was a sadness in her eyes, he didn’t know why…”Miss…you okay?” He was aware that she had stated that they were friends but that sadness meant something.

”Aye…Tal..” The silver male repeated the shortened name of his brother. The Sawtooth male just figured that he had shortened his birth name to Tal. ”Brother Miss. L..l…l..litter mates.” The Sawtooth male sighed softly as he shook his head as he went about another fit of fighting over the words to come out of his mouth.

The male quickly grew confused, how did she know his name? Had his father tainted her too? Had the news of who his father was spread to just any lady that was a coat of white. Nodding slowly, the male wasn’t sure if he should run for the hills or be glad that some one knew his name.”Aye…Noah I a..a..am. “ The Sawtooth dipped his head quickly, still not sure how this lovely little lady knew of his name. ”Nice to meet you Miss. Orin.”

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