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WC: 690 OOC: Midday ok with you?



Jiva had been inside of Nova Scotia for a few days now, traveling quietly under the moonlight. He was in his four legged form, an odd sight to see with a husky built wolf, who wore a mohawk of red. He didn’t dye it, all he did was shape it to stay that way, with a bunch of water and a little sap it stayed up quite nicely, though the sap was hidden and quite hard to get out, touching it was not an option for the boy. He cared little for his hair right now though, he knew it resembled his fathers, but at the time he was entirely jealous of his sister who had her fathers looks to a T. She was probably a darker grey but she had his hawk, natural and all and he was far too envious of it.

She wasn’t on his mind though, no he was headed towards his old home. He wanted to see how it was faring, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to actually join the pack again. He had a hard time leaving them as it was and coming back.... well he knew his father wasn’t there right now, though they hadn’t met at all on the way through Canada he knew that he and his mother left some time ago.

He followed an invisible path to the shattered coast, skirting the cliffs and keeping to the shore. He knew his home was within pack territory, but he wondered how well kept it was since everyone was gone. Did someone start using it? Or were they saving it for the huntsman to get back with his mate? Jiva wondered how well he would be taken if he were to be seen around the borders of his birthplace. He knew he was an odd sight and most of the other wolves didn’t know him very well. Were there new wolves too? He knew his grandmother was pregnant so did she have her children? He suspected she did, and he knew they would be as rambunctious as her first litter was. He wondered if there were any other litters. Wagging his light red peppered, fluffy tail he reminisced and started staring out to sea. His father had traveled this once to get here. With his sister. He had met Orin on a few occasions but she was so quiet so scared, and his cousins were as well. Something had happened to them and he knew it but his father made sure Jiva didnt’ pry, so the boy tried to shrug it off though it worried him that the three were so on edge.

Sitting just out of the reach of water he felt the cold freezing air breeze on his face, but he was made for the winter, his father being a tundra wolf and his mother being part husky he had the undercoat of the gods. It felt good to have a nice breeze on his face after a long walk. He felt the cold ice and snow melting beneath him as his body warmed it up, but he didn’t mind that either. it was all part of nature, right now he would just sit before deciding on what to do entirely. He knew he was quite close to the Cour des Miracles borders and probably quite near his home where he was born, but that telltale scent kept him from entering. He knew he was no longer a member of the pack and he didn’t know how welcome he was. He had left in the midst of the war, well the very end and he just didn’t want to handle it. His other sister had come to live with him for a short while. Foxglove, he didn’t know he had so many sisters... he had learned of his third just from asking his father how many he had, and they weren’t even his full blooded siblings. His father had relations with another man. It had troubled him for a while but seeing the love in his father’s face to his mother, Jiva knew that he was no true accident.
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Terra had been skirting around the pack borders today. She'd made a game of it, darting back and forth over the line. Occasionally she danced further in, pretending to be a trespasser as she wove amongst the trees and the paths she'd built. Then she'd run full out, past the border to where the territory was almost out of sight. Again and again she danced at the border's edge, eyes laughing as her scent intermingled with all the others there. Her scent wasn't a clear mark, claiming the area as the others did, but it did show she belonged.


Reaching the last bend before hitting the rocky cliffs Terra slowed down, panting a little. She stretched out, shaking the snow that had settled out of her fur. That was the one downside to her game. It had her covered in muck and snow from all the places she'd rubbed against. Well, it didn't particularly matter to her. Terra didn't care much about her appearance beyond making sure that she was clean enough to avoid pests. Looking like a ragged wanderer Terra licked her shoulder briefly before scenting another canine. Trotting over curiously she came across a red wolf. Hello. Her tail wagged hopefully.

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WC: 338

Jiva was letting his mind wander as he looked out into the ocean wondering how it would be to travel the waters like his dad did once. Niro told him how he had felt throughtou the voyage and it didn’t seem all that pleasant so.... why did other canines enjoy it so and would he? Jiva knew he wouldn’t really truely find out, not unless there was a ship going from one part of the peninsula to another part. His ears twitched as he heard something but he only turned when he heard a voice from behind him. Looking back he saw a ragged young woman behind him. Standing up he pointed his ears forward and smiled at her. He knew he had his father’s smile, and one of his eyes, so at least there was a part of him there. The rest of him looked like his mother and a bit like his grandmother.

“Hello, my name is Jiva Takekuro;”

He offered his name, a greeting he learned early of age. His mother taught him to be polite, even though she wasn’t always so and his grandmother enforced it when he was with her. Even his dad made sure to tell him to be nice, especially to women, though the reason for that seemed to have been lost in the recesses of Jiva’s brain. He wondered if she wasn’t used to cleaning herself, or personal hygiene wasn’t a part of her daily routine for she looked like she really could use a bath. Was she from around here? He could smell a bit of the miracle’s pack on her, maybe she was from there, someone who had joined after he left perhaps, though he wondered why she looked as ruffled as she did. He wasn’t always the cleanest wolf in the world but he at least tried to keep himself well groomed. For he could end up looking like that in front of a total stranger.... well like she was doing right now in fact...
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Terra mimicked his easy grin, pleased to meet someone so nice. He had lopsided eyes, a lot like Liam. They were different colors too. Her own eyes were a firm green, bright and sparkling. Her ears stood alert as he spoke, giving out his name. Without another thought to it Terra lied. I'm Fleta. You're pretty close to my pack. What brings you here? She wondered if he'd come for a visit or something. Talking to someone so near the pack was strange. Terra spent plenty of time there, but the numbers had been dwindling, leaving Terra with more and more time to wander alone, inventing games and causing trouble in the neutral lands.


She didn't know him, his scent unfamiliar. Compared to her though, he looked like he'd only been traveling for a short time. It was rather funny to her, that the traveler looked like the one who lived there while the pack member looked like the ragged traveler. Used to long days of travel with little rest and time, Terra was used to quick analysis. She measured the wolf carefully, seeing his strengths and weaknesses. He was young, making him inexperienced. He had traveled though, revealing a strong will and ability to survive. Deciding he was acceptable Terra relaxed.

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Word Count :: 463
OOC: whee fun!

Jiva gave the young woman a smile at her introduction. It was such a lovely name, something he wasn’t sure about his own, though he cherished it as his mother had named him, though he wished she named him something different. It mattered little these days, then he tilted his head unsure. The surname Takekuro didn’t seem to stick in Cour des miracles, he supposed that once the wolf was gone, that no one thought nor talked about them, but he shook his head politely.

“I use to live here. I was born in a cave on the shattered coast. My dad was the huntsman of the pack, and my mom, she’s the daughter of Ayita.”

He didn’t think there would be much reaction to his father, though he had done his best to be with the other members of the pack, he also had a job with the birds that still resided in the stables of Cour des Miracles. He was sure someone must be looking after them or else Niro would have just set them free. However the daughter of Ayita might get attention, as Ayita was the mate of the leader of the pack, though Amaranth wasn’t Vigilante’s real daughter, and Jiva didn’t know how everyone perceived it. He looked back at the ocean for a second then back at his rugged visitor.

“How long have you been in the pack? How’s it faring?”

He asked. He wasn’t sure he wanted to join, but he wanted news of how things were, last ne knew the war was just ending, and there had been many injuries from it. He felt bad that he had no part in it especially since his half sister had been held captive there. He was no fighter though. His father had trained him to hunt and work with his birds but he had never shown any reason the man knew how to fight, that was until after the war made it personal on the man. Jiva had noticed the few extra rings on Niro’s ear, though that could have been coincidence.

“I take it you are out for a nice stroll? I like the wind out here, it blows just right and you can nearly feel the cold under your fur.”

Seeing as he had such thick fur it was hard for him to get too cold, though there was a limit on how cold he could be, but in the summer he was in for a big shock. He had puppy fur when he was growing up so it didn’t bother him, so now that he had all his undercoat and overcoat he would be in for a rude awakening come summer.

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Terra's head cocked to the side as he spoke. You used to live here? Why did you leave? Terra rather liked the pack, and couldn't imagine leaving it. She smiled as he mentioned one of the few pack members Terra recognized. There weren't many, and Terra didn't get to know many of them. Ayita was on that list though as the alpha's wife. She didn't know who their children were, besides Liam and their current litter, but it still sounded quite good.


Of course, just because he was once pack didn't make him pack now. While with coyotes they were allowed to come and go as they willed, things were different here. Terra couldn't welcome him as a pack mate, with clear loyalties. Her friends in the northern pack had clearly shown that, turning her away. Just because someone was once pack didn't mean they'd remain that way. She was fairly cautious with her answer. I've been here for a few months. The pack's doing fairly well. The winter's providing plenty of prey. Terra licked her lips at the thought, remembering the frozen horse she'd eaten. His words brought slight laughter from her. I was playing at the borders. You can see the results. Terra shook her head, sending a couple stray leaves flying.

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Word Count :: 355

“Well... it was the only place I knew really. I wanted to see more.”

Jiva Shrugged, he wasn’t going to tell the whole truth to a total stranger. The real reason was far too personal just to go babbling on about. His family issues as well as issues with wars that weren’t meant to be theirs, was his own problem and he didn’t see it fit for the girl to know such things. It seemed that she thought the same thing about the pack any any news it had. He nodded though, not expecting too much more than that even if he was the grandson of the leader. well sort of. Yes winter wasn’t so lean as his father had made it out to be, but knowing where his father had lived for the first six months of his life, food there had been entirely lean no matter what time of year.

Jiva smiled as she spoke of her border play and he couldn’t help but smile back. She must have been having lots of fun; to not notice or care about her coat geting muddy, dirty or anything like that. He got that way at times too. After all he was still puppy like and didn’t have the control adults seemed to have.

“What kind of game were you playing?”

Jiva asked curiously. He had played many games, though most of them were on his own and quite imaginative, but that was a fault of his own as he could have played with others, but he only remembered Robin who was very nice, but she seemed far more interested in the birds than him when they met. He had been with his father to let the raptors hunt and feed the pigeons. He wondered if they were dead or eaten by now. Niro had left the pigeons, but let the redtaill; Tobias and the bald eagle; Gregor go. He was sure the two would be around for whatever reason and wouldn’t have left too far unless they followed his father to where ever he went.

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Terra twisted her head slightly at his words. While she understood wanting to travel, pack loyalties came first for her. That didn't mean she wasn't going to leave the borders, simply that she always returned after a few days. Then again, Terra had had her fill of travel coming to the pack from the west, and she'd never even had the desire to leave there when she did. Terra had been too young to strike out on her own naturally, the need to be with her family stronger than anything else at the time. It was either leave or be shunned though, neither an appealing option to the young hybrid.


Tail wagging at his question Terra considered the best way to explain the game. It wasn't a real organized game, more of a spur of the moment thing that Terra had enjoyed. There were no actual rules or guidelines, or anything of that sort. It had just happened. Considering Terra sat back. I was jumping in and out of the border. You know, you're home, you're not home. Seeing how far I could dive in and out of it. It was a fairly simple explanation, but the best way Terra could come up with. Want to come in? I'll show you around. Will you be returning?

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Word Count :: 325
OOC: Big Grin

Jiva understood pack loyalties, though he also understood personal boundries as well and though he was sure Terra didn’t understand the whole situation he knew his answer was not very satisfactory for the young woman before him. Jiva felt that he needed to be off somewhere else. Then again that was how some pack life was, some went off on their own. It was usually with a female to make their own pack, but these days it tended to be switching packs and what not. Jiva didn’t feel that the miracles pack was his home anymore. The game she played was just simple imagination. Jiva didn’t mind that at all as it helped develop a wolf into something more later in life, though he wasn’t sure what. He wagged his tail but then his face fell a little as she asked if he was to join again. He shook his head.

“I won’t be returning, but I wouldn’t mind a bit of reminiscing. I do miss the old place and I was born her, I wouldn’t want the memories to go to waste.”

He said. He did come to visit, that was for sure, though he wasn’t going to be staying for too long. He wanted to make that clear. He loved his family, but he felt that his place was elsewhere. He didn’t know the loss of many members of the pack, or any of the aftermath of the war AniWaya had caused, but his main concern was if his father was back. Seeing Terra’s reaction to the surname, he doubted it. He was sure the huntsman would have made himself known, and well with any of the pack members. Jiva smiled a little again, hoping she didn’t change her mind about her offer to show him around. He knew the place like the back of his paw but he wasn’t about to wander the territory on his own.

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Terra noted his droop, and pretended not to notice. He wasn't pack, after all. If he truly missed it he would be returning to where he belonged, not moving on. Still, he wasn't the first member to leave, though he was the first Terra had met that had returned to visit. She still hadn't heard anything from Shandom since he told her he was heading north. He was older, and while Terra knew he wasn't weak she still worried deeply about him surviving. Granted, he had a much higher chance than someone like her, but that didn't stop her from wanting to go north to find him. It was only the coldness of the new pack she'd come across that had stopped her search.


Playfully Terra nudged him before turning and walking to the borders. I don't know your old haunts, but it can't be hard to guess. Things don't change much around here. The hotel, the big open field where she performed tricks, the coast where the water roared. She stepped over the borders, pausing for him to follow before moving into her personal realm of shadows. Hidden paths that she'd built, wearing away at the ground with her feet as she chose ways to move without being seen. Terra's eyes flickered in the darkness. In full leaf she'd be completely covered, but even with winter it worked well, only flickers of red to show where she was.

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Word Count :: 211
OOC: Sorry about how late of a reply this is.

Jiva may not have been the loyal member his father once was, though the man had left, and not returned for whatever reason that was. Jiva didn’t know, and he was worried, but he knew he did not belong in his father’s shadow as he knew he would be expected to perform as well, if not better than the grey man. Moving forward Jiva smiled ready to follow the girl. His old haunts... usually kept to the shattered coast or the stables, though he had visited the hotel once or twice. There were other places he had followed his father to.

“I sure hope none of my father’s traps are still around.”

Jiva said whimsically. He knew that his father wouldn’t be that irresponsible, but thinking about springing one of his bird catching traps was a comical thought. None of them were fatal. Unless one got stuck inside the huge cage that Niro had made, or couldn’t chew through the rope that acted as a net. He was sure they were stored in the stables where the birds used to be. He moved along with her quietly, happy to know he could visit his birth place once more before finding his own place to call home.

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With both of them in lupine form it was easy for Jiva to follow her onto the hidden trails. No one would know that she'd taken him to visit, most members unaware of the paths that she'd created winding secretly through the pack lands. It wasn't that she was planning something, or even that she was preparing in case something happened. Terra's nature was simply secretive, and the joy found walking the paths, able to view everything around her without being disturbed was something she loved. If they were ever needed Terra would reveal them, but until then it was just another game, challenging her to improve her stealth and move without being seen even once.


Her ears flicked backwards with curiosity, listening to his words. Terra hadn't known that there had once been traps in the land. She'd never come across any, and no one had spoken to her about those. I don't think we will. What were the traps for? It was thrilling and strange to know that she wasn't the first member of the pack to make such things. Terra's traps were pretty specifically aimed at canines, though the occasional prey did get caught in them. She only had one or two in the territory, not wanting members to get hurt in her games, and forgetting about them after her game. The path opened up ahead, coming up behind a rock to reveal the beach stretched before them.

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