Stand Strong, Stand Together

Savina Marino · 01-08-2012, 04:59 PM

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The war had been something they had never expected to happen. It had taken every Dreamer by surprise and it had certainly taken its toll on all of them. Thankfully they had all made it through to the other side in one piece, but not unscathed. Savina had thought that there would be a period of rest and calm after the conflict with AniWaya had been resolved, but unfortunately that had not been the case, not for the Consul at least. Immediately after the war had ended Jazper had come to her to tell her he was leaving to make his own pack and, in turn, leaving her sister. There had been a heated argument between them and the Marino woman highly doubted she would even be able to forgive her once brother-in-law. Especially now that Ghita and two of her sons had left to return to Italy. The broken family had been too much for the woman to handle here. Savina didn't blame her sister for leaving, but that didn't make her absence any easier to bear.

There had been joy injected back into the pack when her son Silvano and Giselle had become bonded in mateship, but soon after that had become tarnished with the exodus of even more members. Admittedly Savina had not known two of them all that well, but she had expected more from Soran. Did loyalty mean nothing any longer? Was the thirst to rule a land of your own so strong as to make souls abandon their homes on a whim? The Italian woman had never aspired to the position she now held, it had simply come to her. If it hadn't though, she knew she would never have been lured away from Twilight Vale or Crimson Dreams for the promise of power and a title. It was disturbing to her how little faith some held.

Anu and she had decided it was high time to call a meeting of the pack. They both now had enough time to recover from the trials of the war. They needed to commune with their members and speak of the current state of affairs. The two leaders had called for the Dreamers outside of the Manor and once they were all assembled Savina cleared her throat and began to speak. My members, it has been too long since we have gathered as a pack. The unexpected conflict with AniWaya wore us all down, but now it is time for us to come together and rise stronger than we were before. Emerald eyes swept across her pack—they had not been at so small a number in moons. Relations with AniWaya have improved and neither Anu nor I believe we have anything to fear from them any longer. We of course must still remain vigilant, but there is no need for continued hostility between us.

As is apparent, our numbers have shrank yet again. It is unfortunate to see how little loyalty appears to count for with some, but know that it is loyalty that keeps packs together and keeps them strong. Anu and I are dedicated to making Crimson Dreams the best home that it can be to all of us. If any of you are ever unhappy, we encourage you to come to us to speak of your concerns. We must be cohesive and stand together if we want to survive the winter and beyond. The dark Consul then fell quiet and looked to Anu and to the others, giving silent allowance for any to respond to what she had said.

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Anu · 01-09-2012, 09:19 AM

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It felt right to be among the Dreaming pack, together as a whole. Just as they had been as the celebrated the mate-ship of Silvano and his bride Giselle. Though they did not always live as a cohesive unit, some denning else where in the pack lands, it always felt natural and comforting when they did gather together. Anu did not all of them personally, but among them they brought her contentment. She wished that the words that her alpha would give were to be better news. But they all knew, as they looked to their smaller numbers, that it was not a celebration that brought them together.

Anu had always been open minded. Despite her humble demeanor and sheltered background she tried to respect the decisions or others, not matter what she thought of them. Her own morals were quaint and simple in every respect. But she could not ignore the dis-loyalties any longer. Her time in AniWaya had scarred her heart, it had made her harder and less easy to forgive and forget. She now looked at the pack that had gathered, her blue eyes icier then in the past. Though the woman had aged, and her body scarred by the war she was behind everything that Savina spoke, ready to enforce them.

When the Consul came to silence, Anu watched and waited as well. It was obvious, a simple glace upon her features would tell them that she stood for everything that had been voiced. She hoped that the pack would see that they wanted to grow, together as the pack they had been for years. They hoped to keep their name as a meaning of peace and sanctuary for those that wanted to live such a life.

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Kota · 01-11-2012, 06:43 PM

The dark male had sat near the back of the gathering of the pack, why did he have to be here; he had his own problems to worry about at the moment but here he was. The makeshift cloak hung over his shoulders; he wore it simply because he was still new to the pack and felt alone and distant from the 'family' of the pack. Kota raised his eyes to the..what was it again? Consul? as she spoke about loyalty. Yeah loyal...that was him alright; his only friend was leaving to the new pack and he was thinking about going with her.

'Running away again are you? things get tough and little Kota runs! feh! some asset to the pack you are! didn't even make it to the war on time to help! go ahead and run!' his mind again berating him. A low growl issued from him but it wasn't at anyone in particular, after a few moments of no one speaking; Kota stooded up and glared at the consul who had accepted him into this pack not that long ago. He stared at her a moment then spoke "you speak of loyalty as if it is given freely! yet you speak not of what you have given!" he did not move from his spot yet gestured towards the mansion "a home! warm and safe..." again he gestured but to those around him "a family! protectors of one another" then he points squarely at the Consul herself "and a leader! strong and proud! those of us who have remained do so because you have earned our loyalty by giving us all this when you didn't have to."

Kota looked around at the others who no doubt looked at him "you could have turned me away! i gave you no reason to trust me or accept me but you did, as you did with the rest of us. Those who left did not see or cherish this and therefore were not fit for this; your pack; Crimson Dreams" he bowed to one knee with his head lowered facing the ground in respect "so my loyalty, my Consul...remains unwaveringly yours!" he fell silent now. He had no real reason to stay other then that, no friends now but his pack was his home and he would not leave home unless home left him.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 01-11-2012, 07:32 PM

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OOC: Yeah Mars sucks. (+691)

you are the reason I can't control myself.

Paz had returned a few days later, possibly this morning, but the male really could not remember. He was happy to at least have his daughter back, but he could only wonder what Krystalle was thinking about the child's disappearance. Paz hadn't spoken much of her journey, or of how she was able to escape her mother's protective grip. She had, however, been very clingy since she came back. She had been attached to Mars' hip like if she let go of him, then he would turn into Hurricane or something. It was weird, and Mars did apologize a million and a half times to the child, and he was still in the middle of apologizing as he had fitted her into a new dress that he was supposed to be giving to her mother, but since Krystalle was not around, he had modified it to fit her, tail and all. It was form fitting for the growing girl, meaning that he would need to make something bigger for her sooner or later, unless she was going to stay small like her mother, in which she might just do since it seemed that she was at her full height even at her young age of 8 months. The small girl stayed at Mars' side the whole day though, getting in the way when he was trying to make tea, or have a cigarette or anything really. It was starting to get on his nerves when there was a howl for the pack. A pack meeting. Just what he needed. He really needed to explain why Krystalle and Amon were not present. Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he would just keep his big mouth shut and be the quiet man he was always besides seemingly at pack meetings. Sometimes he liked to express himself. Most of the time, no.

Mars got himself ready, pretty slowly though, not wanting to be the first being there, because he was not really particularly close, nor was he really partial to the pack yet. They had juggled him around ranks for no reason other than him protecting his family, so he felt like they did not like him, or really care for him. Not only demoted for protecting his family, but also they never even sent anyone to check on the Russo's that lived in the village that bordered the lake. That alone gave him more reason to protect his family rather than be at the frontlines of every battle during the war. The pups were young, and Krystalle was small and weak, so they could have been kidnapped if Mars had not been there to protect them, even though the enemy had fortunately not gone through Piccolo to attack the Manor. Yet, he still lived here, and he still would attend this meeting. Maybe he would leave here too. He grabbed his daughter by the hand and led her to the location in which the pack was going to meet. It still took them a while to get to the place, since Piccolo was a good distance away. Sometimes Mars was surprised that they would hear the howls of the pack.

He moved to the back of the gathering when he got there, and Paz hugged his hip again, looking at the leaders as the darker one had spoken about what, loyalty? Mars snorted. Then there was some other wolf who made some dramatic speech about how he was going to still be loyal to the pack. Mars, he said nothing, his face was blank, and he looked straight at the hulking woman, Savina. There was a hardened look on his face. What was this meeting for? To ask for their loyalty? Any leadership that needed to do that seemed like their reign was coming to an end or something. He snorted again, but did not speak. He held his tongue this time. But this did not mean he was going to stay. He was still within the period of time where he didn't know if there was anything here for him anymore, if this was his sanctuary or not.

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The fame, the fear, the social circle that you can't get near. The drugs....

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Silvano Sadira · 01-13-2012, 12:56 AM

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His mother called them all to her, to the two of them, Anu and her. Silvano had no idea what it was about, though he did know that people were migrating away from the Dreamers to other places, more so than usual lately. Giselle and he had been mostly in a honeymoon phase, though Silvano had chosen to limit their matehood duty, especially since he saw the way Giselle was about it. It was not what she thought nor what she understood, but at least she did not run from him for it. It was normal, but sometimes the Sadira was worried for her. She wanted young of her own and this was the only way to do it. How could she be so naive? Despite that, he loved his mate to no end and could hardly believe that he had that title and that he shared it with her. How did he ever get to be so lucky? What a son of a gun.

For the meeting, Silvano had done little more than brush out his hair as best as possible and let Giselle do whatever she wanted. Then, hand in hand, they left their shared room. It had been no feat getting to the meeting, for all the mated pair had to do was leave the Manor and they were there. Sitting beside her, one of her hands locked in his as he pressed his shoulder against her's comfortingly. Just in case, he knew, for any bad news that his mother might bring them. Her news what not new to him. Silvano simply gave a sigh of relief, though he was worried for the small gathering of his pack mates. Were they always so small in number? He could hardly believe it.

Emerald eyes watched the first man rise to give a speech. A hint of a smirk came onto the mottled man's lips, as he thought of the man's speech as much too passionate and far to cheesy to be taken with any level of seriousness. It was rather amusing, though he kept his look as level as he could. There was no need for such a display from him. His mother knew where he stood in with the Dreamers; it was his home and he would not go anywhere, not when his family was here. But Giselle was now a part of that family, and he had to think about her, too. It was still the best place to be. That was not a question. Squeezing his mate's hand, he gently licked the side of her muzzle with affection. They may have short numbers now, but he was a happy man.

Silvano heard the snort from someone behind him, and he peered over his shoulder. He saw their lowest ranked man there. Of all people to stay, it was surprising he had. Honestly, the Sadira knew nothing of him, though he gave the man a deep warning frown. Disrespect was not tolerated, especially at so public an event. Sure, Silvano had given a light smirk, but that was not terribly rude and it had vacated his face almost as fast as it had come. Oh, well. If it was a problem, his mother would mete out the punishments as she saw fit.

Artemis Marino · 01-16-2012, 02:44 PM

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As much as she kept to herself, Artemis was a Dreamer and there was a deep-seeded pride in that. The silver girl had no intention of ever deserting her pack, as so many had done recently, it seemed, and she could not imagine anything that would change that for her. And so when her mother called for the wolves of the pack, for their family, the young Marino went without question or hesitation. Such was the way of pack life for the young Italian wolf. Her pack and her family was her first and foremost; she wanted and needed nothing more, for now.

Perhaps someday she would find what her brother and sister had found with Giselle and Mati, respectively. Artemis had never given love and mateship much of a thought, and hardly thought herself to be ready. There had never been anyone that stood out obviously to her, though she had to admit that her stomach fluttered just a little when... No. Artemis shook her head briskly, walking towards the manor and away from the lake with a loping gait. Now was not the time to think of that.

She slowed her paws as she neared the gathering, settling herself in to listen to her mother's warm, strong voice. It was a sound she would always recognize, a voice that could comfort her the most when she needed it. Pale silver ears flicked back and pressed against her skull as she looked around, noting for the first time how small the pack looked when her mother spoke of it. Artemis had not realized that so many had chosen to leave... And for what? She frowned; the girl hadn't the faintest idea.

Soft blue eyes scanned the wolves that had gathered, and for a moment she was startled visibly by the black wolf's outburst. She did not know him, but she agreed with the basic meaning of his speech, even if the speech itself was not necessary. Crimson Dreams would always have her loyalty as long as it remained the pack that it was. If her mother and Anu were gone, and if the pack's heart were to shift, then perhaps that would be subject to change. That would never happen, though.

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Cypress · 01-19-2012, 08:51 PM

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Cypress had wasted little time in answering the Consul’s call and gathering with the others that had congregated outside the Manor. He quietly seated himself down next to his best friend, greeting Missa with head bump to the shoulder and a smile as he did. It wasn’t all that often that they were called together and in his time it had seldom proven to be for good news. Though the recent celebration of Silvano and Giselle’s mateship was a sure exception.

Like many of the others, Cypress couldn’t help but scan the faces of those gathered as she spoke. The majority of which were family, for at it’s core that was exactly what Crimson Dreams was. Yet, some of the faces that were missing had also been family. How was it they did not feel the way he felt? But then, that was hypocritical of him, wasn’t it? It had not been that long ago that he had dreamt of a different home and a different life, but that had only been because had not yet realized that he already had what he was looking for. Crimson Dreams is his home, his family.

Once Savina had stop speaking a dark male that he did not personally know stood from the crowd. The action itself had drawn Cypress’ attention. His words and actions were confusing and for the first instant Cypress nearly thought he was accusing Savina of not being worthy of their respect. Yet, before he could rise in anger the true intentions of the male’s speech became apparent at which point Cypress found it most humorous, though he did his best to hide his grin.

It was likely he was still new to the pack and had yet to realize the vast family ties of the majority of the pack. To Cypress’ ears it was overzealous and a bit over the top. He only hoped that Kota would prove true to his words, rather than just trying to make a good impression in the moment.

Giselle Fantasia · 01-19-2012, 10:53 PM

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When they had arrived and seated themselves for the meeting, with her free hand Giselle casually smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress. The skies were clear, and although still cold the dark haired woman was somewhat glad to be outside of the Manor on such an opportune day. Excitement shimmered in her eyes as the meeting began, the very first she'd attend in her pack - her family. Presently, she ventured a glance up into the man's emerald eyes and smiled, reaching over to brush a stray lock from his eyes. After all the brushing he had done to it, the least she could do was make sure he remained presentable.

The mahogany haired woman began to glance around at the small attendance, and began to wonder if the attack from the AniWayans had scared people away. The event frightened her in more ways than one, but Giselle could never abandon her family. Pale blue eyes fell upon Artemis, and Giselle waved casually towards her and gave a warm smile in greeting - an invitation to sit nearby, if she wished. Her head snapped back, however, as Savina's words began to flow, and Giselle listened intently, her ivory-tipped ears perked to their fullest atop her head. She spoke with a grace and fluidity all her own, and Giselle couldn't help but admire the Consul for that. The black woman seemed to speak about what was on every Dreamer's mind, and the pale princess silently nodded in agreement for each pause Savina made.

But it did not last long, for an unfamiliar face stood up and spoke passionately about Crimson Dreams. Though Giselle did not know the male, a small giggle escaped her lips from his speech, and could not help but speak her mind aloud. That was very lovely. The smile remained painted on her lips as did the one's on her mate, and at his affectionate gesture her loving eyes swept over his dark face. Giselle followed his line of gaze whenever it turned to face the man in the back, and the woman furrowed her eyebrows curiously. She did not recognize the man from anyplace either, but looked away quickly and stared forward. When Silvano's gaze became a bit prolonged, she nudged his side lightly and muttered under her breath. You know it's rude to stare.

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Oak · 01-23-2012, 09:20 AM

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Oak had watched the other Dreamers curiously, taking in the faces that he had not come to know as staples in their family. What caught his eyes the most was his brother's actions towards Artemis. Oak's imagination took flight... It was odd to find that there were one or two that he had never even seen, but the male knew better then to simply expect know every face and everyone's name. He was a bit of a vagabond himself, looking to the open pack lands and watching the small herds rather then looking after the pack's other necessities.

He took Savina's words to heart, as he always did. Oak suddenly felt the urge to sit beside his mother, she looked older now then she did the day before. He watched her closely, but saw that it was not age that came over her. It was the stoic nature of a serious leader that had covered her features. It was not something he was used to, and the male took the meeting with a great seriousness.

The male found great inspiration in Savina's tone, and in her speech. Crimson Dreams had been his only home, and he felt that it would be the only place he would ever reside. They all needed to do their part, and this was a fresh start for them all. Today could be a new beginning, and he could prove himself to the rest without worrying about the lack of loyalty he had shown in the past seasons.

Kota spoke up, and Oak smiled at the heartfelt words. He was brave, but not brave enough to speak out in front of the group and instead looked to Anu and then to Savina. He was here, and he wasn't going anywhere.

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Savina Marino · 01-25-2012, 12:30 AM

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Initially there was quiet after she had spoken. A snort was heard and emerald eyes looked at the tri-toned male who had shown such little support ever since he had joined. Then another stood up, Kota, and at first his words made her fur bristle for she thought that he was arguing with what she had said. A phantom growl grew in her chest until his intended meaning became clear. It was a bit dramatic, perhaps, but it was passion that the Consul wished to see from her members. Her fur smoothed back to complacency as she nodded appreciatively towards the dark male. I thank you for your words, Kota. She sincerely hoped that he would live up to his proclamations. The pack could certainly use some spirit.

Another snort reached her sharp ears and eyes focused once again on the male in the back: Mars. She had not had many interactions with the man, aside from accepting him and his family into the pack, but nothing so far had impressed her about him. During the war and even after he had done nothing—just stayed holed up in the village. He may not have been a fighter, and the Consul did not fault him for that, but there were plenty of other ways he could have helped during the conflict and he had done nothing. You have something to say Mars? Then say it. The Marino's patience had run thin and she was not about to let such actions pass unnoted.

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Silvano Sadira · 01-26-2012, 01:59 AM

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Silvano eyed his mother as she thanked the strange Dreamer for his speech. He had seen her bristle at first then calm as his words turned to praise. Flowery as it was, his mother appreciated the message behind it, that much was clear. He hoped the man lived up to his words, especially since he had so passionately declared them to everyone in the pack at once. To go back on it would only mean a nasty relationship with everyone here. Except perhaps Mars, that man who was so rude to the speaker, flamboyant as he had been. Giselle nudged at him and whispered to him about his rudeness. The young man furrowed his brows at his mate as he peered at her apologetically through forest emerald eyes. "I'm not staring," he said plainly, shrugging slightly with his lowered voice. "I'm glaring." It was like night and day!

Then his mother spoke directly to Mars. Silvano silenced immediately and watched the expression on his mother's face. She did not seem pleased and he could almost feel her anger. Granted, he had been raised by her and could understand her well enough as a son aught to. Mars was in trouble; that was the same tone she used when she meted out punishment, for sure. But he couldn't remember the last time he had been punished by his mother or father. Strange. Emerald eyes darted to the man in question, waiting for his words with a grim silence. A hand instinctively reached for Giselle's and he squeezed it as he waited.

Artemis Marino · 01-28-2012, 02:40 PM

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1,049. Don't bother reading this, it's just ramble for sosu, and legit all she does is smile at Cypress, look at Oak, and later lean closer to Cyp lol.

It surprised her, almost, when the larger wolf sat beside her, but it was not a surprise born of unhappiness. She smiled warmly, returning the gesture with a nudge of her own, glad that he was there now. The silver-painted girl was hardly the most social creature, but she held her friendship with the Praetor’s son dear. There was an underlying fear that something would happen to him, deep within the back of her mind, but Artemis would not vocalize this. It was simply residue from the horror of Denali’s violent death, the thought that her best friend had been taken from her when they were only so young and that it, of course, had the potential to happen again. She did not like to think of that, for the idea of losing Cypress in a violent accident was very frightening indeed, and so she hoped that he would not be venturing too close to Inferni again. The coyote clan to the north did not have a friendly reputation, exactly, and for her sake and his mother’s, she hoped that he would stay in the pack of Dreamers and not wander far again. The Marino looked to Oak, too, thinking the same thoughts and hoping for the same thing. Anu did not need either of them leaving the pack or wandering too far, and neither did she.

Soft, baby blue eyes studied the members of the pack as her mother spoke in response to the dark-furred male that had proclaimed his loyalty so flamboyantly. Artemis had seen the way her mother stiffened, if only for a brief moment, and so had she when Kota had begun his small speech. Perhaps that was a reaction that they’d all had, for she noticed that Silvano had been watching him strangely. Her brother’s attention was turned to the strange, asocial male, and so did her mother’s attention. In fact, everyone seemed to be looking between Kota, Savina, and Mars, waiting for what was going to happen next. Kota had brought the attention upon himself by speaking so openly, but perhaps that was not a bad thing, unless he decided to go back on his words, of course. The Consul would naturally be the center of attention here at a meeting she had called, and so Artemis knew that her mother was not uneasy with all the eyes on her. It was the Russo man and his daughter that received many glances that may not have been expected. His reaction to the ebony male’s speech did not go unnoticed by the Dreamers gathered there.

Artemis inhaled sharply when her mother addressed Mars, waiting for the storm that was surely going to pass over them now. Her mother had never been the type to take problems lying down, and Mars had been a somewhat problematic member, from what the silver Marino knew. Artemis looked quickly to the man as her mother spoke, watching for his reaction, because surely such a male would not take the forward words well. The young woman wondered where the rest of his family was now, or if they had simply stopped caring about the pack and had stayed at their home in the village. It was a strange thought that the male would come to the meeting if his woman did not, but perhaps he did it simply because he was hoping to come out of the bottom of the hierarchy. Still, she could not imagine why his woman would not come with him, if only to help him in his appearances to the pack. Artemis did not know anything about the way Mars and Krystalle acted when they were not in a group setting, and truthfully, she was not sure if she even wanted to. He acted as if he had something better to do than listen to her mother’s speech.

Waiting for the man’s response and what was surely going to happen afterwards made her anxious, for she knew the tone her mother had used. Savina had never even used that tone when Artemis had caused trouble or run off as a pup, and she had not been mad at her for the accident last winter, although she had forbidden Artemis from climbing on the roof again. It had not needed saying, of course, for the girl could hardly handle walking to the second floor of the manor and surely would lose her mind before she climbed atop the building again. No, Artemis had never heard that anger before directed at her. It was the tone reserved for punishment, but it was not the hate-filled anger that her mother had used with Denali’s murderer and Parker’s attacker, and it was not the voice her mother had used when the war had fallen upon them so heavily. It was a different tone; it was an anger laced with impatience. Truly, it was not even anger that Artemis heard in her mother’s words. It was the voice of a woman who had been worn down.

Mars, too, looked angry with the hardened gaze he had locked on his features. Without knowing him, she could hardly know what he was thinking or what he might do, and that worried her some. She had no way of predicting what he might do or say in response to the tired words that the Consul accused him of. Artemis waited as if on eggshells, hoping there would not be a fight or any sort of real confrontation. Hesitantly, she leaned closer to Cypress, hoping that he was not as worried as she was about a stand off between Savina and Mars. If there was going to be a fight or argument, she would not have the option of leaving unless ordered by her mother, but she felt better being so close to her earthen-hued friend. The small silver wolf wished she knew what he was thinking, though, and whether he expected Mars to answer or not. She did not know. If her mother had said those words to her, she would have answered immediately because of their blood ties and the fact that Savina was her mother, but if she were any other wolf, Artemis probably would not bother answering. But then, she would not behave like the Russo man.

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Blaise · 02-05-2012, 01:15 AM

Blaise followed Kansas to the meeting, Kansas sat by Artemis and Blaise sat by Kansas. (: 471

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Something was happening. Blaise knew when she saw the wolves of her new home filing from within the manor and all around it, to the white yard before the porch. For a while she was too stirred by the sudden gathering to do much more than prop her paws on the shoulder of the sofa and watch the group of wolves slowly swell on the other side of the window. The meeting was fascinating but she was intimidated. She had seen most of these creatures in her exploration of the territory near the Manor, but never had she seen them all in one place. It was strange enough to live among so many, and stranger still to see them all in one spot, all family, all big and strong, and most utterly unknown to her.

The child leaned against the spine of the sofa, green eyes large. She could not possibly sliver out the door unnoticed, as the affair seemed to her very serious and very important. An interruption might irritate them to the point of disliking her. She felt she must go, but there were so many of them and she could not bring herself to leave. Confused and filled with inexplicable dread, she sunk down onto the cushions, eyes brimming with tears. It had appeared as though no more would come, except that one was absent. Kansas, whose presence along with Anu's and Artemis's had become most obvious to her, was nowhere. This meant little to her, for she knew him no more than she knew Anu, but since he was mated to the sable-furred leader, she thought it odd that he wasn't at the meeting, too.

The thought had distracted her suffering, but when it passed, her chest began to hurt again. A small sad chirp came from behind the couch, drawing the curious white male to the sitting room from the bottom of the stairs. He grinned at the girl and beckoned her to him, telling her he was late too and would take her outside with him. Soothed, Blaise jumped silently off the couch and followed right on the snowy wolf's heels.

Kansas sat a few feet from his silver daughter and the green-eyed pup crouched beside him. Slyly, Blaise eyed each of the wolves, staring into their faces, trying to determine why they were all here. In their faces were no emotions that she could immediately recognize and they spoke of things that made no sense to her. Eventually she realized that they were worried. She looked up at Kansas for an explanation more satisfying than her own, but he was staring at his mate, frowning. When the whelp at last gazed forward, she saw that the ebony woman was definitely upset. She did not understand, and soon she too wore a grimace.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 02-08-2012, 04:52 PM

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this never ending story paid for with pride and fate

He stood there, unflinching and broad shouldered. He stared hard at the Consul, unafraid of her wraith. She had none, as far as he was concerned. She was nothing but a big fat woman, sure, she might sit on him and suffocate him, but that was all she really was able to do to him (as far as he was concerned, he had not seen the woman in combat, nor had he been disciplined by the woman before). It did not surprise him, that out of the little of the pack that actually came around, that she would lock onto his look, and just dare him to speak out. This is what she did to him, to put him on the spotlight. Mars had a nasty tendency to get very outspoken when he was put into such situations, and his fur on his shoulders started to stand on edge as he was then met with the eyes of many others, all looking at him. Paz glared back at the male who glared at Mars, and she lifted her lips at the male, all while standing half behind her larger father. His tightly coiled tail raised on his back, much like he was taught to do when he was a child when he wanted to signal dominance within the husky world. It lashed from right to left, angrily. If she had not bothered him, he would have left peacefully, and quietly. Now, she had asked him to speak, and hell, was she going to get him to speak.

.Something stopped him though. He looked down at Paz, and saw the hateful look in her bi-colored eyes. He frowned at her, and then he looked back up at Savina. His ears fell back on his head, and his tail fell to limp. Don't fucking point me out like that. growled the male, and his daring blue eyes stared up at her. I have nothing to say to you. It's not like what I say would even matter to you people anyways. You never cared about me or my family. the male spoke, his voice as if it was being dragged to her feet, but he stayed still, his eyes still hard and cold as they always were. He then looked straight at a male that he had noticed was glaring at him. Keep your fucking eyes to yourself. growled the Californian.

I'm not pledging any loyalty to you, for you don't deserve it. spoke Mars as he turned his head back to the giant of a woman. He snorted again. Just remember this, My family comes before my pack, because none of you seem to even want to care about me and my well-being as well as my innocent children, who have done nothing but be good and civilized while they had been here.. spoke the male before he turned away, leaving the presence of the pack and it's ridiculous meetings that were for nothing but to talk about loyalty that was not deserved by the leaders of the pack.

Mars speaks Bartholomew Speaks Hurricane Speaks

We all fall short of glory lost in our fate

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Savina Marino · 02-09-2012, 02:47 PM

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J, Savina is pretty slim, or average sized at the most. I don't know where you got the "fat" from. Just fyi.

The tri-colored man stared right back at her and she could feel her hackles begin to rise alone her spine yet again. This man had done nothing for the pack, had made no effort to be a part of it, and he really thought as a Pleb he had the right to stare her back in the eyes? It was a gross breach of respect and a growl rumbled threateningly in her chest. Her patience with Mars' lack of respect was growing membrane-thin. For a moment he seemed to submit, but the harsh words he then spoke were in discord with his fallen ears and tail. Emerald eyes flashed with fire. It is not for you to tell me what I may and may not do, Plebeian. Savina was not the sort of leader who lorded her position over her members, but this was different. She could not let such bald disrespect go unanswered.

The rest of what he said was merely childish whining. How did he know that the pack had not cared for his family? Had he made any effort to get to know the rest of the pack? To form any bonds? Not that she had seen and from the way her other members looked at him, neither had they. We took you in when you were homeless. We didn't have to, but we did. And it is a two-way path. To my knowledge you have made no effort to care for anyone else in this pack either. He really had no one to blame but himself.

When he said that she did not deserve his loyalty, that was the last straw. The Consul quickly stood upon all fours, ebony fur bristled. If that is the way you feel, then your time as a Dreamer is done. Pack your family up and be out of here by nightfall. You are no longer welcome here. The Marino would be sure to check the village tonight to make sure he was gone. If he were not, she would drive him from the lands herself. He deserved no more courtesy.

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Anu · 02-09-2012, 03:50 PM

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Tensions grew. Merely reading the energy of her Consul beside her Anu could tell that the balance of the pack was off. It made for an unstable gathering, and she felt the heaviness seep into her muscles. Anu was proud to be part of the pack, its members had become her family though there were only two standing among them that held true blood relation to the female. But the imbalance caused her to want to find the cause and eradicate it.

Savina spoke, and Anu forced her features to stay stoic, eyes following the beams of her alphess and into the face of the black and white hued male. Their Consul’s tone struck the follower within, but the Crimson elder remained as calm as her body allowed even in the moments of argument. The floor had been opened to the male, and he took his stand. What came forth was not the remorse that the second in command wished. Anu did not hope for it to ease her own discomfort, but for his sake.

Through his speech it was simple to see that he had no ties to the pack. His tone and his words gave way to his immediate demotion and his exile from the pack. And from what the wolfess could sense from his chosen words, he did not care about his membership among their ranks at the least. Savina need not speak, a wolf who said such things would soon see the backs of the others that called the lands of Haven Manor and Rabbit lake their home. It was a lack of respect, honor to one’s fellow pack member and – as Anu felt – a disrespect for his own being and that of his family’s.

No honor, no respect, no desire, no need, no faith in the association and gathering of their families. Why had he sought out the pack to begin with? They needn’t think of him further, for Savina spoke her ruling and with it the expulsion that Anu felt was coming. The gray and silver fey inhaled deeply, and as she exhaled she felt the release of the tension that had burdened her. Balance restored.

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Kota · 02-12-2012, 01:00 AM

[html] Kota felt the eyes of the members of the pack upon him as if he were a criminal who was being judged. And he knew they were judging him; judging him by his words. He lowered himself back into a sitting position on the ground and smiled happily at his Alpha's acceptence of his loyalty. As the meeting went on however the air around the gathering seemed to change; it became thinker with tension.

Kota caught his leaders gaze as she stared hard at someone behind him and he curiously glanced back to see the male husky with the -what appeared to be- child. At first Kota thought nothing of this; simpled watched with mild curiousity then gazed back front again. The dark female whom he had pledged his loyalty a few moments ago bade the male to speak his mind. Kota sat with idle boardness at this point; that is untill the male spoke.

The words that came from the husky seemed to pour over Kota like ice cold acid; freezing him to the core and burning him at the sametime. His head turned back again but this time his eyes burned with anger and hatred. Every last strand of his fur stood on end and it took the black furred male every ounch of will power to remain where he was and not attack and force the dog to beg for forgiveness.

That of course would not be good for him; it would show him as an enraged liability to the pack; something he was not. Yet it burned him how the dog spoke to the Crimson Dreams leader; the pack was a family and thus she, their mother. If he had spoken to his mother in such a way; he would not be here today. Kota continued to glare hatefully at the dog even as Savina exiled him and he walked away. He would be on the lookout for that dog...oh yes...and may The Great One help the husky if Kota did spot him in Dreamers lands.[/html]

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