United Together We Stand

Robert Frost Collins · 06-20-2012, 03:22 PM

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(442) OOC: Grumpy Frosty pants is grumpy. What his coat looks like, and his hat.

In all honesty, Robert wished he didn't have to be there.

All he saw were faces of strangers; only a few them having the scent of Cercatori, but he found no comfort in being surrounded by them, being just as unknown to him as the knights. The boy did not like the way he was suddenly thrust into somebody else's land, pushed into a room full of canine that did not know him, and expected to socialize. He was about as conversational as a dead fish, and he recognized and respected that part of him. So why couldn't everyone else? But, there was not anything he could do change the fact he was now presented and had to bear with it.

He decided to wear a simple waistcoat instead of his usual sweater vest, since he noticed that the crisp air was becoming slightly warmer as the seasons changed, and it was time for a switch in his wardrobe. Earlier, the day was bright, and he brought out a flat cap that he had been given to him when he was younger, which now had collected dust from lack of use; since spending much of his time inside, there wasn't much use for it. But, he spent a couple of minutes cleaning it, and was now adorning it that evening. His mane was fresh and clean, though most of it was tucked under his cap, as well as the rest of his fur. Just because he dejected the thought of the ball, it did not mean he skipped it as a chance to look formal. (At least, more formal than usual.)

He placed his gifts for the Cavaliers among the various baubles and bits. He inspected some of the items that were placed, and while some were extravagant, he felt like his own offering should be just as appreciated. Books were a wonderful thing—they provide better information than one's mind could. Knowledge was the best power there was, and gifting the pack with it was one of the best presents on could give. Besides, he did not want to give up the books, but only managed to part ways with them, and hoped that they'd like it.

He hung back, away from the crowd and even the follow loners of the party, and sat in a chair that he dragged out from somewhere in the building and placed himself in a corner. His nose was stuck in a spare book he brought along for himself, and he occasional took a sip of his water. Now, all he had to do was to concentrate on the music, his reading, and to drown out the chattering...

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Hotaru · 06-20-2012, 03:53 PM

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OOC: sorry for the wait, Hotaru is very overwhelmed XD

Hotaru had thought long and hard about the gift he would give to the Cavalieri pack. She had been lucky enough to receive the honor of traveling with their leader and ranking members and felt that she should make something special for the pack. Even so, choosing the right gift wasn't easy. Hotaru had spent hours sitting in her wood room simply thinking. She didn't want to make a weapon because the ball was supposed to represent peace. Staves and carvings were out because they were too mundane and normal. Hotaru wanted to make something special. At last it had come to her, an instrament. More specifially, an ocarina.

Resting inside the blind females satchel was a delicatly carved, wooden ocarina. Its figure was smooth, the sound clear as a bell. Along the ocarina's face was flower, carved just on the surfface and blooming below the mouth piece. Hotaru was proud of her work and it was one of her masterpieces. Instruments weren't the easiest things to make, nor were they her forte. In fact, her first attempt at making the present had ended in near disaster. Despite all of the dificulties, she had managed to create a beautiful instrament and she was proud to present it to the wolves of Casa di Cavalieri.

At fisrt, Hotaru had been excited to go to the ball. Dalgina had cornered the wolf before leaving and had fussed over Hotaru's appearence. Although the female wore no clothes or jewelry, she was groomed to perfection. Dalgina had managed to straighten her lopsided hair cut and helped to clean any imperfections in her coat. Hotaru's summer fur shone with radience and her blind eyes sparkled with excitment. Unfortionatly, her giddy joy had died almost as soon as the party started.

Red ears were pinned against the blind female's head and it took everthing she had to keep a frown off her lips. The sounds, the smells. They overpowered the female and confused her senses. Releif came breifly when the leaders spoke, but it was almost too much for Hotaru to bear. Even Fawkes and Kelia weren't happy with all the noise. Both birds sat quietly next to Hotaru as she rested in the corner. Fawkes only left Hotaru's side to dropoff the ocarina for his master.

Skye Collins · 06-20-2012, 07:47 PM

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She cocked her head at the red-headed male who came to her and offered something that looked like a portrait, perhaps, or another surface; she took it, although noted that it was covered. His message was quite vague as he dumped his gift quickly into her arms and then lolloped off without another word, disappearing into the crowd. Curious behavior indeed.

Still next to the dark leader of Casa di Cavalieri, she uncovered the painting that the member had given to her, and almost dropped the gift when it was revealed what it was - thankfully, the back of the - ah, portrait - was facing the crowd, so only Skye and Jazper could see what it was. It was a picture of the dark male leader, shirtless, in a slightly provocative pose - suddenly, the comment the man had made about the 'finer things' that the pack had to offer clicked with Skye, and she felt heat rising to her cheeks, although her pale fur hid the blush.

She quickly covered the picture again, wondering what on earth to do with it, and wondering if the dark male leader had seen what his member had given to her. She placed the image, still covered, in the corner where she would pick it up later and do who-knows-what with it; get rid of it in some way without directly throwing it away, perhaps, as she could not throw away a gift, regardless of its... content.

She then turned her attention back to the ball, where she saw several of her members mingling with the Cavalieri members, having a good time. She saw her son and smiled at him, although she was sure he did not see her - he was reading a book, as usual. Her eyes then went back to Jazper; the music was slightly quickly-paced and lively, and she grinned a sheepish grin, holding out her hand - "Care to dance?" she asked.

I am with you, I will carry you through it all, I won't leave you, I will catch you. When you feel like letting go, 'Cause you're not, you're not alone

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Cadmeia Teumessian · 06-21-2012, 01:27 PM

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Cadmeia made her way to the Great Hall, struck with how quickly the ball had fallen upon them. She jittered with excitement, recalling all the unfamiliar faces she'd seen that day. Sadly, she hadn't spoken to any of them - rather, she hid in the shadows, trying to gauge those from Cercatori d'Arte. She carried a bundle of flowers in her mouth - a white calla lily bouquet as her gift. What stood out though was a large crimson Mister Lincoln Hybrid Tea rose. She had paid special attention while cultivating this particular rose, and while she would have liked to keep it for herself, decided that Sebastian was most deserving. He seemed bitter somehow about becoming her mentor, and she'd not spoken to him yet. Hopefully he would like the rose - it reminded her of him, somehow, and it was the most fragrant flower she'd grown yet. Italians liked roses, right?

Stepping into the hall, Cadmeia scanned the entirety of it (or at least attempted to - it WAS rather large) with wonder in her eyes. It looked like everyone was having a wonderful time. There was a table in the back that looked like it was for gifts, and it was already becoming pretty full. The little fox darted quickly, weaving in and out of furry legs, and hopped up onto the table. Dropping the bouquet and hoping the lilies wouldn't get crushed, she picked up Sebastian's rose and hopped back down.

She spotted Hadley and Ismeme - she didn't want to intrude as they must have missed each other dearly while Isa was away. She saw Adelle plop a large pig onto the gift table - it looked freshly killed, and Cadmeia chuckled at the site of her blustering friend. She noticed a hint of grace in her friend which was just as quickly gone as it had come.

Inhaling, she picked up a scent, one that she was only vaguely familiar with but was entrancing nonetheless. It was Sebastian - she followed it and saw him scanning the crowd, as if he was searching for someone. She wanted so badly to give him the flower, but she didn't want to interrupt him. She could already see that he wasn't keen, and she wanted to make a better impression. Butting in and possibly tripping him up could be disastrous. Bashfully, she slunk into a dark corner and seated herself, head hung with the rose loosely dangling from her lips.

Vasiliy Russo · 06-24-2012, 06:09 AM

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(546) TL;DR -- Vasi brings fish on plank. Vasi stands around grinning and nodding then goes outside for smoke, then comes back in.

Vasiliy is by me!

Vasiliy did not bring much with him. The dark-furred Russian did not have much -- he'd traveled halfway across the world to get here, and all his worldly possessions were now in the hands of some ship captain or first mate. Perhaps, if they were particularly unlucky, his things were at the bottom of the ocean, rotting to pieces. This made Vasiliy sad, but there was nothing he'd traded he could not replace. As for right now, however, he must do with something less tangible. He had spent most of the previous day fishing, keeping his fish tethered and alive so they'd stay fresh. This was accomplished easily with some thin rope and a ring through the fish's mouth.

He had cooked them slowly, adding bits and pieces of spice as needed. He would have loved to have lemon -- he'd had it only once, being from the arctic, but it had been memorable, clearly. He'd laid all the fish out on a piece of thin wood before cooking, and it was on this he carried the fish. They'd absorb some of the woody, smokey flavoring, and he hoped the other canines might find it enjoyable. It was nothing for Vasi to carry this from Cercatori d'Arte to their neighboring pack, and he did so while humming, careful to balance so the fish would not slip.

The dark-furred Russian hadn't known where he was going, but that was alright -- there were others of his pack nearby, and their scents guided him to the hall. He slid in amongst the others after placing his gift -- still warm, hopefully -- on the table with the rest. He was glad to notice someone else had brought food-gifts along -- he was not alone in that, at least. The dark-furred Russian stood and listened to a tall, dark wolf speak, his black-tipped ears perked to catch the words from the end of the hall. The building was fabulously large, and even tall Vasi strained to see over the tops of other Luperci heads.

It was after the talking and speeches Vasi began to feel a little out of place. He'd attended parties before, of course, but he'd at least known some of the canines within those parties relatively well. Even those of Cercatori d'Arte were virtual strangers to him, let alone these foreign neighbors. Still, Vasi kept a smile on his face, offering a courteous nod where he thought it appropriate. Soon, however, he began to feel as if he'd been stuffed into an oven. The granite-furred Russian decided it would be best to excuse himself, and slunk outside for a breath of fresh air. Upon standing on the outer porch, however, he began smoking instead -- at least he'd have an excuse to be outside, should anyone come upon him here.

The cigarette was marvelously relaxing, and when he'd gone through half of it, he thought he'd be able to face the party again. Perhaps alcohol might help? He hadn't looked to see if there was any of that. The thought warmed him almost as much as the cigarette, and when he ducked back inside, the Russian was again all smiles.

Aro Marino · 06-27-2012, 07:34 PM

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Out of character

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The Marino man watched silently in the background as his father talked and greeted everyone. His chest felt warm with pride for his Father and everything he had done. If only his mother was here to support this cause. He took in a deep breath then looked around after everything was said and done. The Artisans were an interesting pack, and they were all unique and different among one another. It was nice how meshed and open-minded they seemed. A lot of beautiful women too. He wanted to greet them all, get to know them a tannish female really caught her eye and Aro wanted to saunter up and speak to her, but she seemed so skittish at the moment. Observing her she seemed too nervous to eat. His body moved with ease through everyone as he approached the attractive blue eyed beauty. As he reached the Soulstorm woman with beautiful brown hair he spoke, his deep baritone voice broke through the music and the sounds of the crowd, "Excuse me, Miss. I'm Aro Marino, son of Jazper." He bowed to her kindly, eyes never breaking hers. "...may we dance?" He offered his hand kindly to her, hoping she would, and if she did, he hoped to calm the woman.

Eclipse Soulstorm · 06-27-2012, 08:18 PM

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WC: 220 OOC: Is a good thing I paid attention! Big Grin

Eclipse was almost too busy seeing what was around her that she didn’t even notice the man come to her. Jumping she looked at the man as he introduced himself. She blinked at him. He was the son of Jazper? The name rang a bell and then it hit her, he was the leader.... THE leader of Casa... then she had no choice but to accept or she was afraid he would feel offended and she knew how that would end.

“I’m um.. i’m Eclipse Soulstorm... I would like to but... I’ve never danced before.”

He was being rather charming and he wasn’t hard on the eyes either, but she was scared and she was not lying when she never danced before. During her life she traveled far too much to learn. She saw it happen before but to be the one out on the dance floor with all eyes on her, even though they would not be the only two dancing. She was still scared. She’d step on his foot.... She was being a pessimist tonight. She just knew this whole thing meant a lot to her. She did tentitively move her hand to his as she knew she would, though scared of what would happen and knew she would probably trip and fall.

Aro Marino · 06-28-2012, 01:57 AM

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Glad you did too I was going to send you a pm in a day or two just to let you know. Wanted to give the chance to discover it on your own.

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He watched the woman's expression as it took her a minute to realize who he was. Aro just gave her a small charming smile, "Eclipse Soulstorm, a beautiful name." He gently took her hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it. His eyes never leaving hers. He must be on his most gentlemanly behavior, he is the son of the leader afterall. He gave a light laugh as he thought of her last words, "Don't fright, I am not the finest dancer." It wasn't a lie, surely there were magnificent dancers better than him. With that out there in the open he gently led her to the dance floor as one song came to the end. His eyes trained on her, a smile never leaving his muzzle. "Trust me..." He whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

His free hand gently and fluently guided hers to his shoulder, his other held hers out. Now that she was in position the hand that put hers upon his shoulder fell gently above her waist. The music picked up again, "Ready? One ...two....three.." He counted finding the beat and lead her into a graceful but slow waltz. He waited for her to catch on but was also ready to show and teach her, but as long as he lead her right he was sure she would be fine. It was why he was going slow, but he was lucky enough to get a slow song.

Eclipse Soulstorm · 07-01-2012, 12:41 PM

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Word Count » 217 :: OOC: We took over the thread haha

She blushed as he spoke her name, calling it beautiful. She called it a curse but she said nothing about that to anyone much less a total stranger. For all he could see it was a blush of pleasure as she turned her head slightly to hide the color from any visible part of her face. Her fur raised a bit as he kissed her hand, not use to such treatment, and almost hating it because it was so personal but she kept her calm and walked with him as he led her to dance. Rarely had she been so close to another and now she was touching one as he placed her hands where they should be and he placed his just above her waist which made her skin react in strange ways. As though she was stung by pin pricks where his fingers touched, yet it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. She had no time to really think as he started moving and counting out loud. She didn’t know what he meant by this and she just tried to keep moving and stepped where she could. Unfortunately it didn’t work too well as she tripped over her own two feet and fell forward a little. Entirely embarrassed this time at the thought of witnesses to this action.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry perhaps you should d-dance with someone else. I don’t know anything about it.”

She said in a panicked tone towards the man who had tried to lead her in the dance that was slow and she couldn’t even to that.

Ahiga Nishant · 07-01-2012, 04:08 PM

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Word Count :: 248 Finally dragged my lazy butt into this thread with a over-thinking Ahiga, lol

It had been awhile since the moon streaked Nishant had sought out a home amongst what he could only consider a foreign pack; he wasn't born nor raised within these lands and was still in the process of trying to pull the pieces of his currently fragmented life, trying to make sense of what he wanted to do and what he should be doing. Such vague things weighed down heavily upon him, the young lad quickly falling back to his comfort zone of solitude, opting to keep to himself and occupy his free time with basic hunting and providing resources to the pack he now served.

Upon awakening he had left his room, tidying the small empty space he had come to occupy, white paws dragging him through places he knew but at the same time didn't, navigating him through them blindly for the lad was too tired and deep in thought to bother taking in the sights that passed green eyes. White ears flicked back as the scents of others broke him free from his brooding, head lifting and turning in the direction of where the scents seemed focused. The ball. The thought came slow to him, but then he hadn't really been social enough as of late to really care for such a thing. Walking in he hung as far back as he could, picking out a few familiar faces but too deep within his own self pity to care to be sociable at the moment.

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Thana · 07-03-2012, 03:14 PM

OOC: Anna’s dress http://upload.ecvv.com/upload/Product/2009...12211658585.jpg

Thana had been allowed to stay in Casa until her sister’s pups were born. Her and her adopted daughter, Anna, stayed in Isa’s room and just slept on the floor for the past few nights. She had no idea about the ball Casa di Cavalieri was having and had assumed her and Anna would not be attending, but Isa had spoken with Jazper and he had agreed to allow them to attend as well. Thana got Anna ready first, brushing through her wavy hair and putting her in a pretty little white dress and tied a black ribbon around her waist. She looked absolutely adorable.

Thana didn’t do much to make herself look nice. She didn’t see a point since she would never look beautiful with the scars on her face. She just brushed the knots out of her long hair and let it hang freely. There wasn’t much else she needed to do since she didn’t wear clothes. Finished preparing, the two headed into the hall and looked around at all the other who were already there. Thana knew the two of them didn’t fit in but they had been invited and she knew Anna would love to dance and meet some others her age. Isa was in the crowd, talking to Hadley for a bit before leaving, no doubt feeling nauseous. Thana and Anna simply stood off to the side, not wanting to get in everyone’s way.

Aro Marino · 07-05-2012, 09:15 PM

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Aro, you little flirt...hehe

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Eclipse seemed unsure, and before he knew it the woman tripped and Aro caught her swiftly before she would fall, his chest taking the brunt of the fall. He searched to gaze into her attractive eyes, however, the beauty was too frazzled to take a moment. His arms gently touched her shoulders trying to get her to calm and look up into his eyes. "Hey.." his voice unnaturally soft for his baritone voice, "..it's okay...really...don't give up just yet..." his tone almost a plea. "...I don't want to dance with anyone else..." He said a little saddened. "..here, let me show you what the counting was about.." He let his grip go and offered for her to get back into position. The music still in the beginning of it's start, about to get into full swing.

His eyes attempting to meet hers in a playful and persuasive gleam, his lips upturned in a soft charming smile, "...I will patiently wait for you all day.." He teased.

Eclipse Soulstorm · 07-09-2012, 07:16 PM

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WC: --- OOC: She does not know how to play this "game" hehe

Eclipse had never played the game Aro was playing and when she tripped over herself she knew that the red on her skin could be seen even through her fur. Yet he was persuasive, insistent that she try again. Her eyes flicked to his for a second and she moved her hands back where they were before she tripped and stumbled.

“Really I think there are far better than I to dance with surely...”

She said, believing her own words. She was no dancer, no singer, she wasn’t even all that pretty, so why should she be picked out, and by the leaders own son? She took a few deep breaths and nodded. If she was one thing, she wasn’t a quitter and she’d at least show him this much. She waited for him to show her what he meant, her heart pounding from nerves and her tripping over herself.

Aro Marino · 07-12-2012, 01:07 PM

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Aw, Eclipse! You're soo cute, giggles.

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Aro was patient with her, and as she went to reposition herself, he smiled at her, his oceanic eyes looking deep into hers. She stumbled but he shifted his weight to catch her and make it look less bad. Her words making him smile more, "Why would I care to dance with someone who can? That isn't as fun, and besides..I love to teach. Showing, and teaching makes for a stronger bond, and inspires trust. Isn't this celebration about forging a bond between packs?" He brought himself a little closer as the song was changed, and the dance he was trying to show her was obsolete now. He gently guided her hands so her arms were now around her neck. This was a dance no one could mess up. It was complicated like the waltz. His hand both gently went around her waist, "Here, this dance is very simple, it you step on my feet that means you're not letting me guide you...and really, let me guide you....though I won't be upset if you try to take the lead.." He laughed a little at the end.

His eyes looked down to watch her feet for a moment as he began to lead the dance. His eyes looked up, a small charming smile on his muzzle once more, "So, Eclipse, what is your duty in your pack?"

Adriana · 07-16-2012, 01:04 AM

Adriana had completely forgotten about the ball so she quickly threw on a simple black dress and headed to the great hall, well aware she was a little late as Jazper started giving his speech. She listened quietly until he was finished and then she placed a large doe on the table as a gift to their newly allied pack. She had never danced before and therefore, had no idea what she was supposed to do.

Noticing Ismeme and Hadley together, she decided not to bother her friend, even though they were the few she had actually gotten somewhat close to. She slipped back into a corner and sat down away from the crowd, not wanting to get in everyone's way.

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