into the light

Vicare de Lioncourt · 06-03-2012, 06:19 PM

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so we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning

vicare de lioncourt — lupus form — vinátta border

It was just past mid-day, and heat of the late-spring day was just past its peak. Nevertheless, Vicare shivered. His was a coat made for the constant summers of the southland, and though the surrounding signs of life told him that it was well into spring, the temperatures of the northeastern coast still held a small amount of disagreeableness with his nature.

It was not to say that the golden tawny wolf had not spent a good portion of the past year on a northbound journey, and he was not foolish enough to imagine that the climate of the new territory would be as wonderful as that of his childhood home, but in his defence, the winter had waned as he and his travelling pack moved through Appalachia, and the time he had spent lingering around the remnants of the Niagara region had felt more like a particularly mild winter than a particularly frigid spring. On top of all that, there was still a part of his body that simply hoped for the blazing heat of a New Mexican summer.

Presently, the luperci paused midstride. In his lupus form, he was virtually indistinguishable from the non-luperci he’d met along the way, except perhaps for the three distinct scars over his left eye. It was easier this way, he had decided. Travel on all fours was still more efficient than travel on two legs.

However, now as he approached an invisible wall of unfamiliar scents, he wondered if that was still wise. The goal from the beginning, after all, had been to seek out the land that played host to the colonies of werewolves, and now that he had finally arrived at the end of what felt like an eternal and meandering journey, was it not fitting to reveal himself as one of them?

The answer, probably, was yes, but he chose to ignore this. Somehow, even after the half year he’d spent with the small pack of werewolves, his lupus form still felt the most familiar to him. It was his native operating system, his birthright. And in this moment when he was about to surrender himself as vulnerable to a foreign land that he hoped to call home, it was still a bit of luxury he could afford.

Vicare tipped back his head and howled.

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Saul Stormbringer · 06-04-2012, 06:50 AM

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03.06.2012 . 12.00pm . vinátta borders . optime then lupus
Welcome to 'Souls Locke, its great to have you here!

Saul Lupus is by Alaine!

A few days ago, Saul had discovered a pair at Vinátta's borders. Baharack and Karril were perhaps two that were so different from one another but they appeared to work well together. Ara, as she preferred to be called, was a bubbly, outgoing motor-mouth, whereas Karril seemed a much more serious type. He'd liked both of them however and had been delighted to invite them into Vinátta. They were such a small population at the moment that any new members were cherished. He'd walked with them to Jordheim and presented both of them with a welcome pack before showing them to a house. It had perhaps restored Saul's faith that they would grow as a pack- they wouldn't stay small forever. It had filled him with a sense of hope and had lifted his spirits the coming days.

His day had started early as usual and the grey man had made his customary trip around the borders. It was much easier to integrate a patrol of the borders into his morning run- it pushed him to run further and he was doing some good by checking the lines, reinforcing some weakened scent markings, scouting out areas. No-one was sure what path they would be taking yet, so they were all involved in most of the mundane tasks. Guarding the borders was an important one however and Saul took his duty seriously. He'd also been looking for a relatively good wood source- after he and Coli had excavated an area for gardening, Saul had thought it would be a good idea to build a shed and storage area to house all of the gardening tools and any plants that needed storing.

The interior of his house in Jordheim was cool this afternoon and he was glad that they rarely grew stuffy. It was through the open windows and door that Saul caught the sound of a howl, summoning to the borders. A grin flashed across his lips for a moment before he rushed out of the door, shifting down to his lupus form in a few short moments. It was a painful process, but he'd made it so many times that his muscles and bones had grown used to the shifting. It took him just a handful of minutes to get to the edge of the borders, roughly where he'd heard the sound. Moving at an easy trot, Saul followed the border trail until a figure emerged close by. Saul moved away from the borders, looping round to come to a stop in front of the tawny wolf.

Good afternoon, I'm Saul Stormbringer, leader of Vinátta. Can I help you with anything? He asked, posture dominant but tone polite and friendly enough. He was never one to be rude or abrupt and he'd learnt long ago that a firm voice but generally polite questions was the best method of getting all the information he needed without dithering.

Vicare de Lioncourt · 06-04-2012, 05:25 PM

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so we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning

vicare de lioncourt — lupus form — vinátta border

It wasn’t too long before his call was answered by the resounding echo of approaching footsteps. The tawny male breathed in, filtering the montage of luperci scents to uncover the newest. It was the faintest at first, but it was also the one that grew stronger, increasing in potency in a function that was proportional to the proximity of the footsteps. Vicare listened to them, taking half a step back in anticipation of the wolf who kept the borders—the wolf who would greet him.

By scent alone, he had deciphered the gender of the stranger, so it was no surprise when the cool greys of an impressively-built male came trotting into view. Hawk yellow eyes flickered over the unfamiliar wolf, taking in the above average height, the brilliant green eyes, and lingering over the blush of warm brown over the bridge of the muzzle that seemed to act as a softening of the cold greys and whites. And though, the male looked just like any other wolf, something in his scent told Vicare to make no mistake that this wasn’t a luperci. And yet, there, too, was something lighthearted in the eyes that shone like emeralds, and he found himself relaxing slightly. This muscles loosened, and his tail hung freely, close to his legs but not tucked between them.

Good afternoon, I'm Saul Stormbringer, leader of Vinátta. Can I help you with anything?

If the stance alone did not say something to confirm that rank, then the naturally authoritative arch of that tone did. Vicare gauged the expression on Saul’s face and matched it with a faintly inquisitive half-smile.

“My name is Vicare, Vicare de Lioncourt,”

he replied, giving his birth name with the attachment fashioned by the luperci who’d transformed him. The words still carried a touch of awkwardness, at least on his tongue, but he supposed that it was the sort of awkwardness that one felt when wearing a new ornament. In time, this presumably luperci tradition would be gotten used to.

“Actually, I guess I was hoping to find a home here.”

As those words fell from his tongue like pebbles into a stream, he gave thought to the potency they carried. A whole year he’d been away from home—a quarter year he’d been on his own, and as he’d never once been the solitary type, that was something of a record. Now, as the hawk-eyed male let his eyes roam curiously over the face of Saul Stormbringer—a name he committed to memory—he wondered if this would be the beginning of something. Just what that something was, he didn’t yet know. He’d traded the life he’d been born into for the life of a luperci, and now, as he came to the close of the journey north, he didn’t know if it was the end or a beginning. His lips curled imperceptibly; the smile was tinged with irony.

Vinátta—Vicare mused silently, tasting the word on his tongue as though it had a distinct scent and flavour. Vinátta.

Thanks! Excuse the rambly-ness of this post; haven't played this character in a year. xD

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Saul Stormbringer · 06-05-2012, 04:46 AM

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dun be silly, its all good!

Saul Lupus is by Alaine!

It was immediately clear that when Saul came to a stop in front of the tawny male that bright yellow eyes were intent on him, observing, perhaps judging, Saul wasn't sure. It was a natural reaction and Saul allowed the scrutiny to wash over him harmlessly. It was sometimes easy to forget that others were just as curious and would look all they wished. It wasn't considered rude and Saul allowed it with the slightest raising of his head. He noted the males drop of tail and was pleased to see that it didn't snake between his hind legs- fear was not something Saul often dealt with and it was almost never directed at him. Green eyes were intent on the males face and they caught the soft half smile that the tawny male gave before he gave an answer to Saul's own identity.

A pleasure, Vicare. He murmured, tail giving a soft wag once behind him. He didn't think he could detect an accent in the mans words, but there was perhaps something about the way he held himself that told Saul he wasn't from around here. He couldn't place it however and would wait his turn to ask another question from the male. His first question was answered and Saul nodded softly- he'd learnt long ago to recognise the long call of a loner seeking a home, it was manners that caused him to ask the question each time he approached the borders. He nodded softly, an acceptance of his words without a verbal reassurance.

I have a few questions for you, before I can accept you into our ranks. He said, his tone still friendly and confident. He had been through this process so many times it was second nature to him. Where have you come from? Where are your family? He asked, the questions hinting at a larger, unspoken question. 'Why are you here' would most definitely have been taken as a rude question and Saul was never one to be rude. So instead, he allowed the more general questions to hopefully lead into an answer that would hopefully satisfy all these questions.

Vicare de Lioncourt · 06-06-2012, 04:04 AM

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vicare de lioncourt — lupus form — vinátta border

The habits of the luperci were really not entirely different from the habits of non-luperci, Vicare noted almost absent-mindedly. His eyes were light as they rested on the other wolf’s face, but he took in the wag of the other’s tale, the position of the brown-toned ears, and the shadow of a smile that seemed to fall so naturally on the curves of Saul’s features. And from the earlier approach of the Vinátta leader, Vicare could detect no suggestion that the luperci was used to travelling on anything but four legs. All of this led him to wonder as to the true difference between the lifestyles of those who could transform and those who could not, and what—aside from the supposed convenience of the optime form—was the difference between his joining of a pack of luperci over a pack of mundane wolves.

Mundane. Perhaps that was the difference, or maybe the luperci were mundane on their own terms. He supposed he would find out soon enough.

I have a few questions for you, before I can accept you into our ranks, said the mottled grey male, and the tawny one nodded the indication for his companion to go on. He had expected as much. Knowledge was the precursor to familiarity, familiarity to adaptation, and adaptation to survival.

“I was born far to the southwest of here. The land had no name to us—it was just home,”

he replied, cavalier in his tone, though he still carried the spore of nostalgia at the thought of the land where he’d been born, where he’d grown up.

“It wasn’t quite so cold there.”

This last bit was said with an ironic twist of his lips, and yellow eyes glinted subtly in reflection of his mirth.

“Sickness took my mate a year and a half ago. Our daughters are grown and gone.”

He’d seen them once before he’d left, and they were the one reason he had to regret his departure. It was an odd sort of loss to know that he would probably never see his children or, indeed, their children, but he and they both understood that it was not in his nature to remain with them after his duty to them had been fulfilled. There, too, had been the political issues that had risen within their would-be simplistic society, and presently, Vicare wondered if the green-eyed luperci would be interested in the nuances of non-luperci society.

“About a year ago, a newcomer rose to power within our network of family packs. We disagreed in ideals, and my opinions were not welcomed. By that point, I had no family left in those parts, so why waste bloodshed over something I had no stake in?”

explained the tawny wolf with a faint shrug of his shoulders. His eyes had grown almost imperceptibly cooler, but no greater bitterness came over his otherwise placid expression. Instead, he let the moment of remembrance pass without event, and as his attention roamed the scenery surrounding them, he pleasantly returned his focus to Saul.

“I travelled part of the way north with a group of luperci, but we were separated in a mountain range to the south. Have there been other newcomers, do you know? They would have been a group of three.”

The light in his eyes was somewhat hopeful, though he didn’t quite know how he would feel about meeting the old gang again. He had made the decision to leave them, and for them he felt no particular emotional attachment. Nevertheless, he couldn't quite repress the curiosity he felt about what had happened to the trio. They had, after all, been his only other exposure to the culture of the werewolves.

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Saul Stormbringer · 06-06-2012, 04:57 AM

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Saul Lupus is by Alaine!

While it was clear to Saul that he wasn't being sized up per say by the other male, there was a certain degree of open curiosity about him that seemed odd to Saul. He couldn't guess as to why, but he got the feeling he was being compared to something. That something was unknown and the feeling could have been wrong. He found that he quite liked the male- he seemed rather down to earth and sensible. Vinátta was a place for all kinds of personalities and Saul would be glad to have another sensible character around. The decisive nod of Vicare's head informed Saul that the male accepted his wish to question him. Luckily, there were only two real questions he had to ask, and the first one found its way to the man quickly. For a short few seconds, Vicare appeared to gather his thoughts, before words came spilling from him.

Saul chuckled softly at his exclamation of it being cold- the young male had been born to the west but had spent his whole life in this place. He supposed he never noticed the normal temperature of the days around here. Allowing the male to continue, Saul was shocked when he revealed that his mate had died. The male didn't look particularly old, perhaps four or five and his mate had been taken from him. A cold shiver raced up Saul's spine now and sympathy was clear on his face. I'm sorry for your loss Vicare He offered with a soft whine of empathy. He didn't know what he would do if Lilin was injured or dead- his whole life would cease to mean anything he was certain. The man continued on and Saul was once again surprised at the mans words.

Saul had gone through an almost identical problem with Ichika. With Nayru gone, X'yrin had stepped up and the change, coupled with the strange females weird beliefs ruffled Saul up the complete wrong way and he'd set out on his own. His journey had been nothing like Vicare's description of his own- Saul had stopped off at Casa di Cavalieri to drop off his pregnant mares before continuing on to find Lilin. He appreciated Vicare's journey however- it must have taken him the better part of a year to reach Nova Scotia. His question, given with hope, was met with a sad shake of Saul's head. No, unfortunately not. A pair of siblings turned up just a few days ago, but I don't think they're who you're looking for. Saul gave, thinking about Karril and Ara's story- it matched no part of Vicare's, so it would be an impossible situation.

His mind churned with the males story before he could grasp hold of the next question on his small list. Green eyes turned back to fierce yellow for a short moment before he opened his mouth. What skills do you possess that could benefit Vinátta? He asked, wondering if the man had anything specialised he could bring to the table.

Vicare de Lioncourt · 06-06-2012, 05:29 AM

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so we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning

vicare de lioncourt — lupus form — vinátta border

Something like empathy seemed to flash across the other man’s face at the mention of the passing of his mate, and Vicare briefly wondered if they shared a common experience or if he had simply misinterpreted sympathy. From what he had seen of Saul and from the limited scope of their interaction, he could intuitively gather that the other wolf was a well-liked individual, and in addition to this being vital for his success as a pack leader, it surely meant that at least one eligible young bachelorette had taken a fancy to him. He wanted to smile at the thought. Passion wasn’t so strange, and it was passion that drove him to madness when the one wolf he thought he couldn’t live without had passed away. Yet, it was not passion but love that showed him the steep and thorny way out of the seemingly all-encapsulating feeling of loss, and it was love that told the truth when it said that life would go on. It had, and so here he was.

When Saul answered in the negative but offered the news of a pair of siblings, Vicare shook his head. None of the trio he’d left were blood relatives, so this must have meant that they had never made it to their destination. He acknowledged the fact with bitter resignation but put it out of his mind. There would be time to ponder the possibilities later.

What skills do you possess that could benefit Vinátta? The interview continued.

Vicare blinked, tilting his head slightly to the side as he gave the question thought. There had been a point in his youth when all he would delight in were his abilities, his strength and speed, his skill at hunting, his sparring record with the other young males. Over the past year, all of that had faded into non-importance, and all that had truly mattered was his capacity for survival.

“I’m light on my feet, quick to react. I can hunt well enough to provide for a family, and I know a thing or two about knocking a wolf off his feet,”

he listed in an offhand manner, lips curling slightly at the last one. He’d always had a talent in that regard, and though he was far from the brawniest beast around, he had a certain knack for knowing which points to target. Then, almost as an afterthought but not, he added,

“I’m a storyteller—I can entertain a crowd of pups or grown wolves with any story, and in fact, I know quite a few. My own children loved them.”

This statement was made with an unmistakable touch of pride. Regardless of everything else that he might have lost or changed on the journey north, this was something that still inherently made him who he was.

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Saul Stormbringer · 06-06-2012, 05:45 AM

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victory dance! welcome to Vinátta sweety, its great to have you! hope you dont mind the slight PP getting them to Jordheim!

Saul Lupus is by Alaine!

The shake of Vicare's head was enough of a confirmation that Ara and Karril were not the wolves he was looking for. He never knew though- the companions he was seeking may make an appearance somewhere down the line. Saul was almost never one to mark something as a lost cause- he'd been proven wrong so many times. Siku's various disappearances had broken his young heart, but she'd returned as many times as she'd gone. Of course, now he realised that the first crush he'd had had not been love. Siku had broken his heart when he'd followed after her and he was cautious about allowing it to happen again. The fact that Vicare had lost his mate was heartbreaking in itself- Lilin was certainly his whole life.

His attention was drawn back as the male began speaking and Saul was pleased with what he heard. It was good to have strong pack members- they might not condone violence, but there would be a time when violence came to their door. His thoughts turned briefly to the warning Miskunn had given- they would soon come to blows with the Dawnrunners once more. The latter skill that Vicare provided caused a smile on the young mans face. Those who knew how to entertain were definitely valuable members- they could relieve tension in stressful situations, bring members closer together. It was good to know these strengths so that he could use them well. He nodded softly, an approving notion.

Thank you for sharing this with me. It is my pleasure to accept you into Vinátta. He offered, the wag of his tail given as encouragement. Saul took a step back, a silent invitation for Vicare to step onto Vináttan soil. If you would be so kind as to follow me to Jordheim, there is just one more thing to do. He asked, a grin now pulling his lips. He found great joy in accepting new comers into Vinátta.

Vicare de Lioncourt · 06-06-2012, 06:04 AM

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so we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning

vicare de lioncourt — lupus form — vinátta border

He watched the grin break over Saul’s face, taking a minute amount of pleasure in the expression and encouraging it with a wag of his tail. In the same motion, he dismissed the thanks offered for the sharing of information. It was simply courtesy, he knew, and the young leader was nothing if not polite. Briefly, he compared the behaviour to that of the alpha female whose rule he no longer had to tolerate. She had been a silvertongued woman, but at its core, her nature had been foul and tempestuous. Saul, on the other hand, seemed to be of a calmer disposition, and in some ways, Vicare had to admit that the grey wolf reminded him of a younger, less arrogant version of himself.

“Thank you,”

he replied in response to Saul’s acceptance of him, and the subtle curl of his lips deepened into a genuine smile. He listened to the words that were spoken next, paying special mind to the name Jordheim. It was a foreign term, though its meaning he could divine from its context, and he wondered how long it would be before he was uttering these words with as much confidence and familiarity as the green-eyed leader. Tail still swinging with the lazy rhythm of a mindless metronome, he nodded and indicated for Saul to lead.

“Suppose I’ll get used to all of it—this cold, I mean,”

the tawny male murmured in jest. The grin he flashed was at once rueful and mischievous, and it made him look younger than he was. He had a feeling that the cold was something he was going to complain about often.

Yayyyy!

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Saul Stormbringer · 06-06-2012, 06:37 AM

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victory dance! welcome to Vinátta sweety, its great to have you! hope you dont mind the slight PP getting them to Jordheim!

Saul Lupus is by Alaine!

His joy appeared to be mirrored in the tawny man and it lifted the young mans spirits that he'd been able to bring happiness to someone else. He remembered those early days in Dahlia, when he'd been learning what to do with joiners. He'd been surprised that Conor had trusted him with the duty, but there had been such joy in accepting others, giving them a home where they had none. Despite the year and a half difference from that young boy eager to please and the newly appointed leader, Saul knew his feelings on the matter were still the same. His joy may have been tinged slightly with the knowledge that they were going to have to keep their guard up so much more now, but it was there none the less. The tawny males grin was preceeded with a thank you and Saul nodded in return. He could tell he was going to get on well with this man.

They began walking, Vicare indicating that Saul should take the lead. The man did so, an easy gait that was neither too fast or slow. Cinnamon backed ears twitched back slightly at the mans jest, a rumbling chuckle escaping his lips. He glanced back at Vicare before speaking. I've lived here all my life, in Nova Scotia anyway. Vinátta is only a few weeks old as a pack. I dont think I feel the cold too much anymore. He offered, although it was not given to rub in Vicare's face. Peppered tail flashed behind him occasionally as they moved towards Jordheim. It took them about ten minutes to get there and Saul moved quickly towards the storage hut.

I have a present for you, to welcome you into Vinátta. He said, a grin on his lips as he disappeared inside. He rustled around for a few moments, gathering the small pack and folding it all into a larger deer hide. He exited, the deer hide held tight in his jaws before he deposited it at Vicare's paws. The deer hide slipped open, revealing the contents. Alongside the deer hide holding the package together, there were two smaller rabbit hides, wrapped around a hunting knife and a small dagger. A small bottle of wine nestled there, as well as the last item, a Frithr necklace. It symbolised the members acceptance into Vinátta as well as a ward for superstition. Vicare was free to use these as he wished.

And one of these houses is yours. He said, turning to regard the humped houses around them. Vicare could choose where he wished to live, he had that liberty at least.

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Vicare de Lioncourt · 06-06-2012, 07:55 AM

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so we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning

vicare de lioncourt — lupus form — vinátta border

As they walked, Saul told him of having lived in the area for his entire life, referring to the area as Nova Scotia. The name was one he knew, having heard it from the mouths of the luperci he’d travelled with, but in the past couple of months, it had ceased to be important. Now that he was actually here, the name gained form and became more than a disembodied ensemble of sound. It gained a definition, and Vicare committed it to memory.

“Where I come from, it’s rare to see snow even in winter,”

he replied with a smirk, wondering how odd that must have sounded to someone who’d known nothing different than the chill of the northland.

The news that Vinátta was only a new pack did not bother him in the least. In fact, he preferred it this way, for it was much easier to gain a foothold in a fledgling pack than in an already established one. In a sense, it was fitting, as well. He had departed one life to build a new one, and the potential of the nascent Vinátta struck a resounding chord within him.

Soon, they were arriving at what appeared to be their destination. Vicare slowed his pace in accordance with Saul’s and let his eyes roam with open curiosity at the sights around them. He had passed through settlements similar to this before, though most of them had been empty cities full of crumpling buildings—elephant graveyards.

At the mention of a “present,” he shot the other male a quizzical look and an amused grin.

“You shouldn’t have—we’ve only just met,”

came his quasi-teasing response, but when Saul returned with the deerskin pack that fell open to reveal its contents, he couldn’t help but be appreciative.

“Thank you.”

The notion of living inside a house was a novelty, as well, as he’d grown used to sleeping under the open sky. Still, as his eyes moved curiously over the fascinating structures that populated Jordheim, he nodded in acceptance. All of this, like the cold northern climate, would take some getting used to, but he supposed the only constancy in life was its ability to change and his ability to change with it.

When life ceased to change, it was time to die.

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