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Forward Dated to Feb. 16th Early afternoon.
InH February pack prompt.
Secui formed with assorted feathers in mane.
While roses were red and smelt simply divine, not all red flowers were roses. Just as the day looked bad, did not mean that all the days were bad. They were what one could make of them, and this particular female chose to make this overcast day something worth remembering.
In her maw was an assortment of carefully crafted feathers adorned with radiant beads made of both glass and colored wood. Trinkets worth what she traded for them, for while she could not use them all for herself, she was pleased to offer them as gifts in the spirit of good will to the new neighbors of the Northern lands. She had spent some time away from the pack with the visions of their Omega’s temporary banishment still fresh in her mind, but felt it was to give the pack a time to settle instead of avoiding them all together. She did not regret her decision, but was none the less saddened by it just the same. To reprimand another was never an easy feat to witness, but she still was firm in her convictions, believing that it was a lesson worth learning from and the boy would be better because of it.
But shouldering that mental burden did not mean she couldn’t be civil to the others of the pack. They were aligned and on favorable terms, weren’t they? And she was content to remind them of that, as well as show she was not the callous figure she feared she would be made out to be. No... she was simply to soft at heart to be projected as harsh.
She neared the pack borders with a slight bounce to her stride, with head and tail both held high with confidence and more visibly content, anticipant of what this otherwise dreadful clouded day would have in store. Coming to the strong scented borderline, she carefully placed her cargo at her feet before calling out her greeting to the ears of New Dawn and waited patiently for whoever would receive her.
OOC: Hope you don't mind me hopping in. Sorry about the lame ending.
Jiva was enjoying a nice quiet day of relaxing, well mostly, he was resting, though he had been scouting with the hawk that was his companion. He was keeping an eye out for their food. It was too big for him to hunt alone, much less with a smaller hawk, but if he could find a partner he knew the general direction of the beasts. Yawning he rolled on his back and stretched. Letting the snow seep into his fur underneath him as he pretended the rays of the sun bore down on him. The rays weren’t there, however, for the clouds covered the sun and kept the warmth to themselves. He was nearly dozing off when he heard the call from an unknown wolf. Immidiately Jiva turned over and hurried to the call. He was slightly dizzy from the quick movement, but he got over that quick enough. The young man needed to be more of a part of the pack, and now he would be.
Once he saw the woman at the borders he saw her as the leader of the pack nearest them. He had never visited there but he had been at the meeting where he had learned of Noah’s disgrace. He had seen her and a few others there, though he had been quiet the whole time. Swallowing hard, he moved forward. His actions needed to be delicate, as he knew this was a leader, yet she was also on the lands that he called home. He moved closer, his head high, but only high enough to show he was that of the pack, but he showed his sign of appreciation for a leader. Watching her he gave her a smile.
“Hello, have you come to see one of the leaders?”
His voice was quiet, kind and yound. His tail wagged behind him, not high, but not low either, and it curled up. Something natural that happened with his mothers’ side. He gave the woman a kind smile; hoping his actions were suited for her. He was conscience of every move he made for he knew now that any move he made could be taken one way or another.
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She couldn’t rightly say who she expected to greet her, but this young individual before her wasn’t it. Regardless, seeing an unfamiliar inhabitant of the Dawn brought a smile to her face and an encourage wag to her tail as she gave herself a moment to observe him.
A bit on the large side, even in his present form, an attribute she always found attractive regardless the individual or circumstance. He was still oddly proportioned though, a natural giveaway that he had yet to reach the mature age but was well on his way in filling out his form. Like looking into the face of the epitome of potential, raw and boundless; a soft wad of claw to be molded into something great. Truly, this was a treat for her eyes.
“Goodday to you,” she replied mildly whilst dipping her head humbly in greeting. Despite her ranking or the certain respect it commanded, she was not above a casual greeting especially to a friendly face like his. Carefully the female settled down by her haunches, tucking the heavy hind limbs beneath her impressive frame but let her lush tail free to sway at leisure. She lowered her head down to the deerskin between her forelegs and nudge the bundle carefully toward the threshold dividing the marked and free lands.
“Actually,” she softly began again. “You were who I wanted to see. Or rather, I had hoped to meet someone I did not know of your lands in the hopes to share good will.” She placed a paw on the lip of the package then carefully loosened its binding with her teeth until it was malleable enough to pull away and as she shuffled the skin around and spread it apart, the uniquely crafted wares could be seen, proof of her intentions. “You may look at them if you’d like,” she offered with an encouraging whine. “I made sure to bring enough for your pack. I don’t know what you could use them for… but it is a gift none the less.”
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OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in!
Ciara had been snoozing, taking a break from her scouting. The yearling had been to almost every one of the neutral territories surrounding New Dawn’s territory. Such a venture served to exhaust her during the day, and the mottled subordinate often arrived back at the den just as night was falling. She missed pack meals, finding rodents along her way back home and sneaking quietly into the den so as not to wake anyone. She knew that she should be spending more time with her pack, and now that her mission was nearly over she knew she’d get that bonding time.
She had just settled down, crossing her paws and setting her chin on top of them. Earth-coloured eyes had just closed when the strange wolf’s howl filled the air. Quickly, Ciara lifted her head up and got to her feet, velvety ears swivelling to determine just where the call was coming from. She was unsure if it was her duty to meet wolves at the borders, but then she didn’t know what she was supposed to be doing half the time. The concept of pack life was still very new to the young wolf, having only been a member of the pack for a week.
As she crested a hill on her way to the stranger, she got a view of her, and of one of her pack-mates. So the wolf had already been greeted. With a slight huff, Ciara sat on the crest of the hill and looked down at them, trying to figure out if she should join or just leave it to the pack-brother. She didn’t recognize him, but she could tell he wasn’t one of her leaders. Maybe he needed some help?
Slowly, with a soft bark of warning, Ciara jogged down the hill and over to the pair. She approached carefully, first sniffing at her pack brother to figure out just who he was. The only scent she recognized was the particular New Dawn smell they all shared, and she picked up hints of fowl on him as well. Gently, and affectionately, the yearling poked her mottled nose in against her pack-mate’s side before turning to the newcomer.
Glancing down, she noticed the package of coloured feathers and beads, and let out a soft yip of excitement and curiosity. She dipped her head down, sniffing at the gifts, before turning her head up to look the stranger full on. “I’m Ciara,” she said, tail wagging in a friendly manner at half-mast, and ears erect. “Are you a friend to New Dawn?”
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OOC: I am sorry for the delay, this will be made priority from now on,
and she could probably notice Titania's type of scent on her because he and her are both cousins 
She greeted him accordingly and he wagged his tail a bit, but what surprised him most was that she had said that she was here to see him. Shock could be seen in his young face when she mentioned this. This was corrected quickly though it still seemed she wanted to meet him. His tail rose further and it started wagging happily. No one had ever come to see HIM!
“It is a great honor ma’am!”
Jiva said happily. As she started unwrapping whatever it was she had brought with her he heard a warning bark and then a pack sister, even newer than he was, came jogging towards him. She sniffed him then at the other woman. And spoke, not unkindly but warily.
“Peace sister, she is the leader of our neighbor.”
He turned his head to the visitor and flushed a little, not an easy task to see underneith his thick layered fur.
“I am afraid your name escapes me ma’am... and I am also Jiva Takekuro.”
He said, feeling bad he had forgotten his manners. He looked down at what Xy’rin was offering him and anyone that came. He smiled widely, though he had told a packmate he did not wish to trade feathers with her, how could he say no to a leader that showed such finery. Making a final decision he nosed at, not a large nor small piece, but one of medium size, it had a fairly nice look to it and if he hadn’t been mistaken it was one of the smaller feathers of a golden eagle. He had lived with one long enough to know and his father had adorned feathers such as that himself even before New Dawn came to being, before he even came to Nova Scotia, and he figured he would choose something that would remind him of his father where ever he was now. He was afraid to pick it up for at the moment he had no hands and it took him a while to change. He didn’t use his other forms too often at all, unless he was training with the bird or needed hands, which was rare for him except for cleaning a hide off when he got the chance. It would be used for trades or gifts, but seeing as he had no hides right now he could not offer them to the lovely woman who gave them such finery.
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OOC:: Breaking post order at the request of Xy"rin's player. And, I would have her recognize the scent, but she hasn't met Titania yet and isn't very familiar with her scent. WC: 340
Ciara’s fur had been bristling just a little at the sight of the newcomer whom she didn’t recognize. Her earth-toned eyes watched both wolves, though they were marginally less wary when gazing upon her pack brother. When he told her to calm, and mentioned that the she-wolf came in peace, Ciara’s tail gave a twitch before turning into a slow wag. Her fur slickened down a little, and her overall posture became much more relaxed.
Taking a couple steps forward, the calico wolfess moved to bump her nose affectionately to Jiva’s shoulder. She rested close to him, meshing her fur with his before turning to look at the stranger. The woman had an air of superiority about her, and she could only assume that she was a leader. After some careful sniffing, the yearling realized that the she-wolf carried the lingering scent of the pack that had come to oversee Noah’s punishment, a day or so before Ciara arrived in New Dawn. Ichika-no Hoen, she thought to herself.
Then her gaze turned once again to the package. Jiva nosed through it first and he seemed to find one he liked. Once Jiva was finished Ciara licked at her own nose and pushed through the feathers until she found one she liked. Then, she stamped her nose to it much like a wolf stamps the earth during caching.
When she pulled her head back, the feather she’d chosen, a sleek ebony, perhaps a raven’s feather, was stuck to her nose. She lifted a paw and knocked it gently to her feet before staring down at it. The mottled yearling did appreciate the beauty of the feather, but she had no idea of its use. She merely knew that the stranger had wanted to give the colourful plumage as a gift to her pack, so Ciara would oblige with a nod of thanks.
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She pranced, dazzling as always. This was her day after Shadow had gotten in, and although she was just turning 2, her blood boiled with the thought of his touch, his smell, his speech... He was something of an idol to her, his dazzling eyes, his ability to blend into the society as a whole... Everything. What a hunk! She thought, as her paws graced the terrain she had found a claim to home, but found herself strangely... Unattached. She didn't feel as if she needed to be too prideful today. As she pranced with an air of amusement, a weird scent cut through her morning, and her ears perked erect, stopping in her tracks as she tilted trying to figure out whose it was. Jiva? Ciara? Shaking out her pelt, and crawling under a bramble of bushes, her fur glistened. With a shake of her head, the woman bounded forward with the grace of a deer, but felt as if she were in a world not like her own.
When she reached the clearing, where Jiva, Ciara and a unknown wolf had gathered, she smiled, and let her dazzling eyes fall upon all of them, her head high, but her tail down and wagging. With a quick brush of her tail as she turned, she drew her eyes upon her sister, and she greeted Ciara with something more proper, a nuzzle to her sisters' cheek. With a smile, she turned to Jiva and the other and bowed her head, and spoke with words of pure silk, "Good afternoon." With another smile, she retreated to find a place to sit, her eyes upon the stranger, her back straight, her ears forward, her tail tucked neatly beside her.
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The woman was quite glad to see that her wares were observed with interest as well as the impromptu little meeting effectively growing in size. Upon the entrance of yet another of Dawn’s brethren the Nomad tipped her muzzle in acknowledgement and offered a soft whine in show of her docile nature and affirming her friendly relations with the wolves of New Dawn. “I am X’yrin,” she replied kindly. “To my people-the Nomads, I am called an Exutlare, a part of its family of warriors. If it would bring comfort to you to refer to me as that, please feel free to do so.”
With her introduction in placed, the she-wolf fell silent as she watched her gifts be appraised with curious eyes, even handled once the pair fond something of interest to both of them individually. The eagle feather found by the young male was a fine gift indeed, affixed with several snug-fitted beads to its shaft. Her tail danced for the choice of the decorative piece then fanned just a little faster when the young female chose a feather for herself as well. A finely preened raven feather with a dark glass bead set on its hollow shaft. “Those are fine choices. They look to suit you both very well,” she complimented the pair. “If you’d like I can help you wear them… like this.” The large female titled her head down a bit, rounding her shoulder to let the single long braid of her mane fall off her shoulder to display the various feathers she had fashioned in. But the one that stood out the most prominently was a lengthy speckled feather of an owl rest just beneath the base of her ear fixed into a single onyx lock of hair that was not her own, but that of her mate’s.
“Some wear feathers for a significant purpose,” she explained. “And others to serve a fashionable means, I suppose.” Thoughtfully the female tipped her muzzle whilst letting her gaze settle on each warmly received face in turn. “Or they can be nice things to have around as well. Their purpose is solely up to you.” And she was fine with whatever they chose to make of her gifts so long as her actions were looked upon as a kind offering.
Then from the land emerged another unfamiliar face of the Dawn but was just as well received with a kind smile and casual dip of her head. “Goodday to you,” she retorted softly and to this female, she extended an open show of her gift as well. “You have come at a wonderful time.”
OOC: PP is ok to put in the feather
Jiva smiled his thanks to the woman as she offered to help them with putting it in. His mane was stiff held up with whatever he could use to keep it up, usually it was beeswax which he had traded for from a traveling merchant near Alaska.
“My father wears feathers in his hair, he trained his eagle, hatched her, and when she molts he told me he would change his feathers for her. I like a reminder of my father. The golden eagle is his favorite bird and the first he had acquired so I think this is perfect.”
He moved his head to her so that she could help him with his feather, when he noticed Insomnia, his heart stopped for a second and it seemed that his mouth thinned for a second, and soon he could feel his own heart pounding in his chest. Only she had given him this feeling and he wasn’t sure why. He cleared his throat before giving her a nod that was good enough as a greeting and turned his eyes from the girl. He didn’t know it but he felt something for her, whether it was something that would come into frutation, he had no idea, but he was scared. He was glad though, that his fur hid a face that was probably beat red right now.
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It was a fantastic vision; a mesmerizing fantasy projected into reality. It swirled through her senses, thick as fog and as intoxicating as smoke, drawing her into the sweet tendrils. If only others could be as blessed as he to possess such fantastic visions, to behold such imaginative sights. Insomnia was his greatest ally, but her most feared enemy .. driving her to insanity and sentencing her to endless days of sleepless hallucinations. And yet, it was the only world she had ever known .. and so she would always embrace it. To others, it was insanity; it was not real. But in her mind, they were foolish not to embrace it . She chuckled to herself as she gently picked up flower with her teeth. Carefully so, not to damage it. It wasn't just any flower, she could tell. And the flower she picked up was not a simple one. Insomnia's thoughts then wandered a bit back, to when she met the pack she currently resided in... Noting they were quite an ... interesting bunch, if a bit weird.Insomnia smiled at the female and dipped her head at her. "I'm Insomnia, what do you have to trade?" her voice was its usual sing-song pitch. She looked over at Jiva and grinned. "Hi Fluffy." she teased and nuzzled Jiva.
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When Ciara’s pack sister came up and rooted through the feathers, the calico subordinate let out a happy yip of welcome. She moved forward, brushing herself against the dark female and licking over the other girl’s cheek. It was good to be surrounded by pack again, and the company of the Ichikan stranger was nice as well. As X’yrin demonstrated the various uses for the feathers, Ciara tipped her head to the side and let out a smile. “I’ve seen our Alpha Zalen wear feathers like that as well, and I think a few others do too.”
She picked up her feather gently and brought it closer to the older woman. She wasn’t going to shift into her Optime form, and she hoped the woman would help her with the feather anyway. “How exactly do I put it in my fur? I think fitting it in just behind my left ear would look the best.” She let out a fanged grin, then, and sat on her haunches to wait. Hopefully, X’ryin wouldn’t mind helping her with the feather.
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As her two initial greeters expressed interest in her aid, she underwent the process of a more accommodating form to help them adorn their gifts. It was always a sound transformation as her lengthy limbs resituated themselves to bear most of her weight on her hind legs instead of her arms. She still rested on her haunches in the midst of the change then tucked her legs beneath her when the formed knees permitted her to do so. She was always conscious of her height, such to the point that she ducked her head down out of reflex to maintain some relatively comfortable height in their presence. A fruitless but good-natured effort none the less.
She hadn’t ignored the latest addition to the audience when she arrived, but chose to wait until her body had settled before reply. A little show of etiquette, she would argue in defense of her silent treatment. But when the muscles settled, she turned to the female smiling warmly as she did. “It is a pleasure to meet you Insomnia,” the golden female dipped her head. “Actually, these are not tradable goods, they are gifts for you and your packmates. Small trinkets that you can do with whatever you please.”
As if to demonstrate, she took the eagle feather from the young male and reached out into his mane to find a suitable strand to affix it to. They were considerably stiff but coated with a substance that made it easy to fasten the feather even without the bead fastened to the shaft, but it acted as assurance the feather would stay in place none the less. She bent down a strand and slipped it through the narrow eye of the bead then pulled through the shaft until the bead was ‘hooked’ between the afterfeather and bard and held securely. She leaned back a little to admire her work then leaned in again to fix the shaft and conceal its end within the strand itself. “There,” she proclaimed proudly. “Very handsome. And now you, dear lady…” she smiled as she turned to Ciara and took her raven feather in hand.
It was less complicated for her as both mane and fur were still malleable to play with. As she had done for Jiva, she slipped partial clumps of fur through the bead at one end then slipped the feather in through the other. But her fur was much shorter and the arrangement was not meant to last without a little help. X’yrin looked thoughtfully from Jiva to Ciara, pondering in silence how to make this work before she recalled the substance keeping the boy’s hair aloft. She perked up considerably, looking rather pleased with herself. “Pardon me,” she reached over to the standing locks and ran the pads of her digits over a sticky strand for its essence. It was only a little, but just enough of a resistant to keep the girl’s feather just behind her ear as she fastened the bead just beneath the barb. She whined happily at her success. “You were right, behind the ear looks very nice for you. I’m so glad you both found a use for you gifts.”
OOC: I am soooo very sorry for the delay!! You can skip me for the next post if you need to <3
Jiva admired the woman as she changed. He had always had trouble, though it didn’t hurt, changing. It always took too long and he didn’t usually need his optime form for everything he needed. He smiled at her trying to ignore the other girl who had came though she seemed to want to cause him plenty of distress by rubbing against him. Jiva held as still as possible as Xy’rin chose him first to put the feather in his fur. He grinned a little, happy with the outcome. He watched her in anticipation as she worked on Ciara, who sat quietly waiting for her turn to come up. It seemed she hit a snag for she was looking between him and his pack sister.
He shied away at first when her hand reached towards him, but her words were kind and when he felt what she was doing he loosened up and stayed in his spot. So his concoction of stickiness seemed to be good for more than just standing hair on end, he thought as he grinned to himself, puffing his chest out in pride. He stood wagging his tail furiousl.
“Thank you so much ma’am I really appreciate this. I will definitely let my cou- errr our leaders know of your kindness.”
He said happily, then looked at insomnia to see what she would pick out.
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ooc: Sorry this is a short post, but I wanted to give this a nice close
When attention was brought to the single black feather, the golden female did what she could with the trinket to keep it fixed within the darker hued mane. just as she had done with Jiva and Ciara, she fixed the feather into the female's mane with a glass bead and the remnants of the young male's innovative hair substance.
"Well now," the she-wolf sat back and admired the work on the three of them. "You all look splendid. You will be the envy of the pack, I am sure." Smiling, she looked down at the remaining feathers and their assorted beads then carefully pulled the animal hide back around them as a wrap. "I am sure you all will find a nice use for the rest of them," she uttered softly, "but I'm afraid I wont be able to see them off. So I shall entrust them to you all with full confidence." X'yrin brought herself to stand then and dipped her head to each in a kind parting. "Until we meet again," she said fondly to the trio before taking her leave back to Ichika to continue her work of the day.
[exit X'yrin]