Of Limbs and Things
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Zalen is coming to request a prosthetic arm be made for Noah. Sunny would be good to have here, and/or anyone who has a character who might be able to make such a thing. Example: http://www.asme.org/getmedia/5f577bc9-0f06....aspx?width=680




The sable Alpha had left the threshold of his borders just as the sun was beginning to set, and his mind was filled with the prospect of the long journey ahead. He knew it would take him all night and perhaps most of the day to reach the pack to the far south, but he had a mission, a very specific mission, to accomplish. Therefore, he had said his goodbyes to his radiant mate and his wonderful pack-mates and set out, promising that he would return in no more than three days.

He kept up a decent pace the entire night, the stars and moon the only light to guide him. It was best that he travel in the dark, especially considering the two packs he would be passing close to. He had taken the secret pass through the mountains which opened up onto flat ground at the mouth of the Pictou river, just mere miles from Salsola lands. He was very cautious here, he didn’t not want a run in with any of the Thistle Kingdom’s vile inhabitants.

He was a little more comfortable when passing by Inferni, for he held no fear of them anymore, and did not get so close to their borders that he would have to be wary of running into any of them, though at times he believed he could catch the glimmering of moonlit skulls in the distance.

By the time he passed through the Dampwoods, his old home, the sun was beginning to rise, but fatigue had not yet come to him. It was a physical gift that the New Dawn Alpha had always possessed; he did not tire easily.

Soon, with the sun now higher in the sky, but it not yet being noon, Zalen found himself traveling through the expanse between Casa di Cavalieri and Cercatori d’Arte, his destination. He was surprised that he had come so far in such a relatively short time, but he had been lucky that he had not run into anyone that might heed him in his journey. Then, as the earth began to warm from the misty morning, the smell of the pack borders came to his nostrils.

He hesitated and breathed in deeply; the last time he had been here was to meet with Titania, before they had even coupled. It brought back good memories, but it also reminded him of what Orin had told him when she had come to visit many moons ago. Cercatori was not as safe as it once was, so he had to be cautious. But the artisans here were the only ones he could think of that could do what he needed done, so he raised his maw to the heavens and called out for assistance.


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I am a vision, I am justice, Never thought that I could love.
Living in shadows, Fading existence, It was never good enough
Word Count :: 000 Smile

The cream alpha had been simply walking the area; she had recently come from a trade by way of a loner, ambling along the length of the peninsula. He had given up useful goods - daggers, candles, ceramics - in exchange for a handful of the beautiful jewelry that Terra had traded to the pack not too long ago. Due to this trade, she was dressed in her merchant's garments - the long, thin, almost transparent dress-like blue skirt that hung off of her hips, her numerous necklaces, the most prominent being the blue one, and a plethora of gray and yellow (emulating silver and gold) bangles on both of her wrists. Anyone who would set eyes on her would take in the regal appearance of her pose and the wealth of items that she boasted on her person.

Not soon after she finished the trade and had once again stepped into her territory, she heard a wolf's howl, deep and authoritative - it was the call of a leader. Making her way to the borders where the voice had sounded from, Skye idly wondered who it was - it was lucky that she was dressed in the manner of the merchants, rather than having been tending the garden and so having dirt and muck all over her creamy-white fur.

She finally made it to the borders and caught sight of the alpha that was at her borders. The scent gave it away that he was the alpha of New Dawn, perhaps Zalen - she had heard of the massive black wolf who ruled over New Dawn, and it was probably this one that she saw now. He had two feathers of an unknown bird tied to the nape of his neck, and piercing green eyes that looked up at her now.

"Welcome to Cercatori d'Arte," she almost purred, lacing her voice with quite amiable tones. "I am Skye Collins, the leader of this pack. Who are you, and how may I help you today?" She was almost sure that this was the leader of New Dawn, but it did not do to assume.

You are the light that shines the way

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OOC.




It did not take long for someone to arrive, and as the red-headed Luperci woman came near Zalen’s sense were assaulted by her. She was a strong woman for sure, she moved with the grace of a leader, but these respected traits were drowned out by her visage. The New Dawn Alpha had not been faced with such a rash and disturbing show of everything about the Luperci that he hated. She did not even look like a wolf anymore, instead, a strange version of a human, with her clothing and bangles.

The only thing keeping him from turning away from her in disgust was that he had been expecting something like this. Cercatori d’Arte was one of the more humanized of the packs, their whole system of being was based on very human concepts, and it was indeed a human idea that was bringing him to them today, so he could not judge this woman too harshly. She strode up to him confidently and spoke calmly to him, telling him that his first impression of her had been correct, that she was Skye, the leader of the pack. Titania and Orin had spoken about her before.

Zalen remained kneeling for a moment in respect, before righting himself onto two feet as well, Well met Skye Collins, I am Zalen Damaichu, Alpha of New Dawn. I have come to your pack in need of the skills of its artisans. He made sure to get right to the point, perhaps if he kept himself talking it would distract him from how ridiculous she looked and how uncomfortable she made him feel.


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I am a vision, I am justice, Never thought that I could love.
Living in shadows, Fading existence, It was never good enough
Word Count :: 000

She fingered her dagger for a moment as she saw discomfort in the other leader's eyes; was that disdain? She subconsciously lifted an eyebrow before composing herself. She knew that New Dawn was a pack of the old ways of wolves, who shunned their human side; she saw no reason for them to do this. To her, ignoring the gift that the humans had given them was like ignoring a fat deer in the harshest of summers - to her, no mere tradition was more important than helping her pack survive in the world of the Luperci, where hands could manipulate beautiful and wonderful things, and in exchange forge friendships and alliances with others, ensuring survival.

Despite the discomfort that the merchant, trained in the arts of reading others, could practically smell on his person, she ignored his emotion and focused on his words instead. It was true; he was the alpha of New Dawn, along with Titania, she supposed - this was the man that Titania had left d'Arte for. And he came for the skills of her d'Artisans, skills that she had no doubt his members lacked.

"Oh?" she said. "What use might be my d'Artisans' skills to you?" she asked, curiosity lacing her voice. She was aware that his pack led the life of an average wolf, with little hint of human ways in its culture - when Lupus was the encouraged form, she wondered what good anything made from human-like hands would be.

You are the light that shines the way

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The way she looked at him he knew she probably could sense his discomfort, but instead of becoming angry, instead she asked him what skills her pack could offer. He let out a mental sigh of relief, and his tail began wagging slowly, I have a pack member who has recently taken a mate, and is also trying to become a healer. Unfortunately, he is missing an arm from just below the elbow. He grabbed his own arm in the general area that Noah’s limb was cut. I was hoping a replacement limb could be made for him, made of wood and leather or whatever is deemed best. Something with a hook or other tool at the end that would make the more delicate medical procedures easier for him.

Zalen hadn’t told Noah of his plan of getting this item, and wasn’t sure how the man would receive it. Would he be insulted, or thankful? Either way, Zalen felt it was important to continue to try and mend the rift between he and the Sawtooth male, and perhaps this gift might help to do that.

The sable male looked at the red-headed woman, If you perhaps could suggest someone among you who could do such a thing, I can describe in greater detail this item. He smiled genuinely then, the awkwardness of the moment before fading away.

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