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Palaydrian Soul · 07-17-2012, 10:42 AM

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WC:: 6+ OOC:: RL has been depressing, but I really need to get some writing motivation back, so I’m forcing myself to write. Multiples are welcome! Drin still hasn’t met everyone in the pack so if I haven’t had a thread with you, please feel free to join. I do not bite and I tend to respond quickly. Early afternoon and set for the day after the pack meeting.

Zalen’s news didn’t come as a surprise to the golden beauty. The grains of sand in Amy’s hourglass were running out, by year’s end she too would join the spirits in the afterworld and New Dawn would have its revenge. Not that the blonde dog deserved death, such a final and scary thing, but who was Palaydrian to ask they draw it out, make her beg for her life and mercy before they snuffed it out? Sickening thoughts had plagued the young woman’s mind ever since bloodlust entered her veins. She knew nothing of this Amy character except that she had attacked and even stolen a precious child from two women the Omega had come to love as friends and sisters. She could not idly stand aside and look into the grief stricken faces of her pack members...no, they were calling for blood, they called for absolution, and they wanted the trader dead. She like many others in the ranks hoped for the worst for this devilish woman, but what was that turning them into? Sadists maybe? But they needed their pound of flesh, not like it would reverse time or take back the evil that had already been done, but a single act of violence to end a lifetime of violence seemed justifiable right?

Palaydrian couldn’t speak for her brothers and sisters that day, but she had left the pack meeting more conflicted than ever. Death seemed too merciful as Drin wanted her to be tortured...the angel was becoming tainted. She tossed and turned all night, fighting off Aram and Amy and all other forms of darkness in her dreams and by daybreak, the sleep deprived woman left for her garden and the council of Zalia. The Harrier said the wolves were becoming too human, that’d they’d be the death of their own civilization one day, “just you wait.” The healing bird’s words of “comfort” did nothing but tie the Omega’s stomach up in knots. She quickly left the garden with the infusion she had been brewing in the water skins Niro had taught her make and a large snapping turtle’s shell beneath her muscled arm. If anyone felt like she, battling an inner war with themselves, she figured now was a good time as any to share the power of tea and to invite others to vent. Talking and listening could unburden a heart, games could come later when the heart of New Dawn lifted once more.

The bags of chamomile, mint, and rose oil tea sloshed against the optime’s legs in their water skins, she didn’t know what her brothers and sisters would think of her as she arrived back at the den with the large hollowed out shell beneath her arm and the bags slung over her shoulders, but hopefully soon enough they’d understand. Drin immediately went to work underneath “her” tree beside the den entrance. Placing the shell so its sides curved upward to create a large bowl or basin, Palaydrian upended the water skins into the shell and stirred the clear amber concoction with a smoothed stick she had tried to fashion into a ladle. The tea swirled about in the turtle’s shell and once the stick was removed a few leaves gathered at the bottom. The tea was cool now, just as Palaydrian wanted it as she removed a few chamomile flowers from her satchel and placed them on the surface of the infusion. It was a calming mixture, meant to relax those willing to drink it and wishing to speak their minds. Drin turned her eyes back to the den entrance and within a few minutes shifted back to her natural state. She stood on her four legs, and sang out to her family, a light hearted song inviting them to come, drink, speak, and listen.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

Noah · 07-19-2012, 11:24 AM

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The silver male could see more and more of the black father coming out in him, the temper, the want to spill the blood of another upon the lands, not the pack lands mind you, but he wanted her blood to be spilled. He wanted to be there, to hold the blond bitch down while Fayne and Kiara took turned ripping her apart, letting them hurt her and mark her in the ways that she had so done to them.

The silver male found that if he went though his herbs and sort them and organized them, the male was able to keep that monster that echoed his father’s action at bay, he knew that if he went out and faced her without a small army to follow that he might be going out and placing his head upon the block to be chopped off, and end up like Kiara and Fayne. He would not allow that to happen to him-self nor was anyone else to go out blindly into this war, numbers where it was at to insure that she would be punished to the fullest.

Putting the herbs back after counting them, the male’s ear pick up and shifted around hearing the blond wolf’s call for her brothers and sisters to join her, and enjoy some time around all of the pack members. The male quickly finished storing his herbs and making sure that everything was put away when he rose up to his feet, putting the two feet under him the male brushed his fur off and went to join the pack sister.

Seeing the female, so pretty with her youth still upon her side the male dipped his head to the lady. ”How are you M’lady?” The male asked earnestly to the younger pack she wolf.

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Ciara O'Callahan · 07-19-2012, 12:02 PM

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OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in! WC: 500

It seemed that everyone in New Dawn was of the same mind when it came to Amy Saunders. They all wanted blood, wanted to see the debts repaid. Ciara hadn’t seen the bloody arrival of her pack sisters, but she had heard about it and had seen the fury and need for retribution in the eyes of her bicoloured mate. His anger alone fueled her sense of injustice until she too wanted to feel the blonde bitch’s flesh part beneath her fangs and claws. She often had dreams of ripping the dog apart with her pack mates, dreams of the triumphant, united howl that would sound when the pack finally had its revenge.

She was patrolling the borders on her own today, even though her mate had asked her to stay in the den. Normally she listened to him, bending under his stoney glare, but she was feeling more and more rebellious. She knew she hadn't trained, but she was an Epsilon. The golden girl merely thought that if she and Augustus could take on a cougar by themselves, surely they could handle a stupid dog. Augustus was unyielding in his protection of her. He didn’t like any of them putting themselves in danger, thinking that it was his responsibility alone to protect them.

The golden youth was mulling over these things while making her way back to the den when she heard Palaydrian’s howl cut through the air. Her tawny ears perked to listen to the invitation, and her tail gave a flick of a wag. Ciara hadn’t spent any time with the blonde pack sister yet, and she longed to remedy this. Augustus had told her about their hunt in the woods together, and she was excited to get to know the woman. If Augustus liked her, then surely Ciara would as well. She pressed her paws into the ground and made her way to den faster, tipping her nose to the sky to let out a soft howl of reply. She was coming.

When the Epsilon arrived at the den and saw both Palaydrian and Noah there, her eyes lit up. She hadn’t seen Noah in some time but was pleased he was no longer the Omega. She didn’t know, of course, the anger and bitterness that the silver male still felt for his punishment. She figured that bygones were bygones, and thought only of the time they’d spent hunting and the attempts at fishing. When she approached them she took on the posture of her rank, but it was not over-imposing. The golden girl was relaxed, and wanting to socialize with her pack.

“Hello Noah, Palaydrian. How are you two today?” she asked as she sat near the tree, earthen eyes taking in the shells with the strange concoction.

Palaydrian Soul · 07-26-2012, 04:12 PM

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WC:: 6+ OOC:: So sorry for the wait you two, I’ve been dealing with so much family drama. Thanks for joining.

The fae wasn’t so sure who would come as the day was still young and many were already about their business, but she knew the front entrance of the den would be the best place to encounter her pack brothers and sisters. She hadn’t been waiting long when the familiar scent of Noah assaulted her wet nose. A cheerful smile spread across her black lips as she greeted the silver male with a wagging tail and an affectionate head butt to his shoulder. Noah! I heard the news of your mateship with Fayne while we were in Casa di Cavalieri, I’m so happy for you two! She exclaimed. The tripod had been one of the first New Dawn wolves in the pack to welcome her, she would always hold a special place for the caring man in her heart. She remembered him fussing over the healing gash on her neck at the time, but now all she saw was the man her pack sister had chosen and loved. Drin’s heart swelled with pride at both of their decisions. They were a perfect match for one another.

I’m doing well brother, how have you been? She asked as she sat back on her haunches, tail still beating the ground with happiness. Everything didn’t need to be so heavy in this instant. There were still so many things to celebrate. Fayne and Noah’s mateship, her’s and Jiva’s, and the announcement of possible pack puppies as well. Titania and the golden fae may have believed she was pregnant before her time, but now the woman had no doubt in her mind that the alphess was with child. She was about to explain the swirling liquid within the turtle shell when another familiar scent drifted into her nares. Ciara... she thought to herself. She hadn’t spoken with this pack sister in person yet, but she had seen her at the meeting the night before. It wasn’t a secret that August kept her cooped up, especially when she wreaked of her time, but Drin felt this overbearing quality of the hunter to be something negative and something she didn’t understand. Wolves were meant to be free, not to be quarantined to a den, she was happy to see her pack sister out and about and for once not shadowed by the behemoth.

Jiva wasn’t as possessive and she was thankful for this, but perhaps her outside view of their mateship wasn’t as black and white as she thought. There had to be a reason for Ciara to stay with Augustus of course. A mateship without love would not flourish and though she knew the northern wolf was the epitome of a strict and traditional lifestyle, she had a feeling the gold furred woman saw something more than just an efficient fighter and hunter in the yellow eyed man. She shook the thoughts from her mind and turned her attention to the newcomer. Hello Ciara, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, she said with a smile, noticing that the woman’s eyes had strayed towards the upturned tortoise shell. Ah I see you’ve spied my tea, she said knowingly, rolling off her haunches to pad back towards the shell before sitting behind it. It’s a cool brew of chamomile, mint, and rose oil from my garden...meant to soothe the mind and calm any emotions that may have manifested from last night’s meeting, she explained to the two, hoping one would be brave enough to try it after she demonstrated its purpose by dipping her head to lap at the liquid. Mmm...it’s just right, she said as her head rose back up from the mixture.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

Noah · 08-01-2012, 01:44 AM

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The male was always happy to find him-self within the company of a old soul, and for the male to find the sweet pack sister Palaydrian, that was just simply a wonderful thing, and then as if that topic wasn’t a wonderful treat for the silver Subord, just to see the blond lady. In came the stunning Ciara. The male chuckled; oh this was going to be a wonderful treat. Two beloved friends, granted under the times they could have meet better, though Noah didn’t care. It was time to spend with them. ”Ciara….how have you been sister?” The silver male wanted to nuzzle her with a very warm greeting and joke around with her like he had done on the last meeting that they had, however he had been made well aware that her rank was changed, and his…well his was the safe and sound rank. She was the skilled Epsilon, while he was the safe and sound Subord. The male lowered his head down and made sure to keep his body lower then both ladies’. The male knew his place…and once again he felt like he was the male being punished for crimes of the heart. However the male had served his time and had allowed that time to reflect upon things, and now with time was learning to let go of the past and try to learn to live for today.

The male looked back over to the blonde youthful babe. ”Rumors travel fast then, I take it? You didn’t happen to talk to Jazper while your there did you?” The silver male really did miss the time that he had spent with his elder blacken brother. Noah wasn’t sure really who all knew of his relations with the male that led the Cavelieriers. The silver tripod parted his jaw as his pink tongue rolled out, the sides of his mouth hinted at a smile. ”I have heard some rumors about my dear sister Drin and a brethren named Jiva…sooo when can the pack expect to be blessed with pups from you two lovely ladies?” Noah was trying at all his will and might not to talk about him and Fayne. It wasn’t that he did not lover her, for that was a lie. The male love for her was hot and steamy. He felt like a new soul around the grey babe, and she knew how to touch him to make him feel loved, and her green eyes could look right though his oddly mismatched blue eyes and did not see the monster that he felt that he was, and had no issues showing the world. Noah just was not a soul that liked to talk about him-self.

Now Noah was a healer, he was not as skilled as his mother, but he was a healer never the less. He knew what each of the herbs could do alone, chamomile helps with relaxing the mind and body. Mint, awakened the mind and helped with soothing the mind. However rose oil, he was not so sure about; he would have to look more into that one. Lowering his head the male sniffed at it, and then watched at the blonde lady lowered her snout down into the shell. ”It has a wonderful smell to it, sister.” The male knew that no one in this pack would seek out to harm him, so he lapped up a mouth full and allowed the warm, and yet an exciting strange taste flow down into him.

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Ciara O'Callahan · 08-07-2012, 01:13 PM

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OOC: Sorry for the wait! Broken keyboard, work, being sick - all killed my muse. Hopefully this decent-sized post makes up for it! <3

Ciara had been wondering what the pack thought of Augustus keeping her locked away, and if she could read Palaydrian’s mind, she might agree. The golden girl had been increasingly peeved with her mate for his almost suffocating ways, but her love for him, and respect for him held off the anger that was becoming more and more likely to bubble over. Augustus cared for her safety, and for his claim on her and that was the root of the den-arrest. The girl understood, but at the same time felt as though her bi-coloured behemoth was stepping on her toes a little. After all, she was an Epsilon too and had just as much of a right to guard the pack as he did. She had proved her worth against the cougar.

The first thing she did was attempt to relax Noah. He was a dear friend to her, and even though she was of a higher rank Ciara didn’t really enjoy seeing others cower before her. She dipped her mottled head and licked over the top of the silver male’s snout, then nudged her nose to his good ear gently. “Hello Noah, I’ve been alright considering, how about you?” she asked, pulling back so he could see the softness of her gaze. “Sit up, would you? We’re relaxing here, there’s really no need to lower yourself. I trust you, as my brother, to respect my rank so really it’s alright,” she coaxed, hoping he’d listen. She was new to being of a higher rank and perhaps still a little naïve when it came to posturing, but truthfully she just wanted them to all relax as pack mates.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” she said to Palaydrian, a smile forming on her muzzle as she settled in and gazed to the turtle shell. The elements that made the brew didn’t sound like they’d go together well to the golden girl, but then she’d never tried them, either. Ciara was a Luperci, but she lived the traditional lifestyle, ignored human ways, and had only even shifted once in her two years of life. Still, curiosity won over and soon she dipped her head down and sniffed cautiously at the liquid. Considering the scent for a moment, she then deemed it alright to lap at it. Her pink tongue lolled out and dipped into the liquid, curling into a natural, makeshift cup to draw the tea to her mouth.

“Mmm…” she said, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. The taste was actually not bad, and she could feel herself relaxing already. The Epsilon had been tightly wound lately what with the news of Amy, Titania being pregnant, and of course her slightly over-bearing mate. All of that tension was slowly melting away as Ciara took a few small drinks from the turtle shell, and then stretched out to lay on the ground, surrounded by her pack mates. After her inspection of the tea, her earthen eyes then turned towards Noah, expecting him to partake of the drink as well.

Palaydrian Soul · 08-08-2012, 11:47 AM

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WC:: 9+ OOC:: Little back history on why Drin’s the way she is.

How wonderful it was to be surrounded by family that sincerely cared for her. Not blood brothers and sisters, but close enough, they were pack. She loved their faces all the same, this was something that had been ingrained in her since birth. Palaydrian and her family had been treated unfairly in the pack she had grown up in, but there were a few sensible minds within Maric’s hold that respected her father enough to extend their favor and acceptance to the rest of his family. Though her father held a high rank and had a strong voice on the council, their prejudice against her family’s “dirty” luperci blood ran deep within their veins. It was a way of life for them, and in turn, the mistreatment and outright violence towards the Darkfire/Rilyn brood became an accepted practice, but Izrian’s offspring were taught to love their pack brothers and sisters nonetheless. She had been taught the same thing growing up under Fawn’s household, though her father had paid the price in blood. Syliat of course rejected the confines of the new pack and hadn’t stuck around, but Fawn stayed as a beacon of light and goodness for her children even though she was wrongly widowed. Izrian had been taught that they were fortunate enough to be given shelter and protection within the lands, and that their pride simply needed to be swallowed.

This was a concept Palaydrian had taken to heart at a young age. Her brothers had the hardest time going along with the pack norm and were to be punished publicly at a young age for a child’s play misunderstanding. A pup within the pack had literally cried “wolf” on them and though her story was an outrageous lie, they decided to make an example of the two for having the audacity of fighting back and arguing the case. There was nothing their father could do once the council overruled him, but Palaydrian stepped in and wordlessly took the place of her brothers before they were forced into position. This had been the first sacrifice of many she would make for her family and loved ones, throwing off pride in exchange for humiliation. She stood on the mound of fire ants that day, not daring to scream out as the insects mercilessly attacked her little body, and remained standing well after the crowd of onlookers had dispersed. Syliat tended to her swollen body that night, frankly amazed that the ant toxin hadn’t killed her, but this was how the golden girl’s brothers figured out that silence and complacency would go rewarded if they kept their maws shut. And so, the bleeding heart was born, a crusader for those without a voice of their own or who had met some unjust punishment.

Jazper...y-yes, he...he showed us around, Palaydrian replied as her eyes cleared from her daydream. Lost myself there for a second... she thought to herself before turning a friendly smile back on Ciara and Noah. Ciara was assuring the man that they both could relax around her and Drin turned her eyes back to the tea. New Dawn was so different from where she had come from, here tradition was meant to blossom not suffocate as it had back home. She gave a soft laugh in response, not wanting to seem rude for checking out momentarily. A genuine smile spread on her lips as her cheeks filled with warmth, she lifted her head to conspiratorial glance at Ciara before turning back to the silver male. We should ask the same of you too, no? They could all dance around the sexuality of the pack all day, it wasn’t a secret that the women of New Dawn were blooming this season and their mates would consummate what was theirs. It was something to celebrate, the fertility of their family would guarantee new blood and even stronger bonds for the future as offspring of one family would most likely marry into another within the pack. Her cheeky smile faded into one of contentment as her sister and brother joined her by the overturned shell and began investigating its contents.

A whine of happiness escaped her lips as they both tentatively at first but more eagerly lapped at the tea once they had tasted it. I’m so happy you two like it, I’ve been meaning to ask the alphas about establishing trade routes... she paused here, the pack was definitely married with the traditional ways and this was a semi foreign concept. My garden is flourishing and after sharing it with everyone here, I still have so much left to give, she explained. Speaking of which, I have a few herbs for you back at my garden Noah that I believe will aid with your healing skills, she mused before continuing on. Anyway...I know with everything going on, now is not the time to be roaming the countryside with Amy at large, but I believe establishing a trade route eventually to some of the neighboring friendly packs, could only bolster our strength and offer us allies if needed, she looked for their reactions before taking a drink herself. She had plans of trading herbs and and the vegetables she grew in exchange for anything natural the other packs could offer. If nothing could be traded in exchange (she knew humanized things were generally frowned upon) then a simple gift from her garden could represent the extension of friendship New Dawn sent forth.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

Noah · 08-18-2012, 09:21 PM

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The male did not mind being told to sit up, he loved both girls like the sisters that they where, and would lay down his life in a heartbeat in order to protect them from any harm that might become to them. He had expressed to Fayne before that there is only so many up in ranks beyond Subord, and while each member of the pack was valued and needed to help the pack, the male would rather put his life on the line then one of his other pack members, after all he had lived a life so far that no one could say wasn’t interesting. Even if he had failed at fathering a litter of pups with all four of his mates, he did learn how to love, and even learned the feeling of lust.

The half blind brute smiled to the two ladies near him, feeling the power of the tea working on him, as he just found this a wonderful thing. Both of the females were near and dear to his heart. Giving a nod to the blonde lady. Jazper’s name had been coming up a lot lately with the pack. ”Glad to see you to come back with a smile, and Jazper treated you well. He has always been a great guy. He always tried keeping me out of trouble as a child.” The male chuckled softly. Noah was able to remember looking down at the books that his mother had, and using them to surf down the step on. That was a rush.

The male cough, as he sifted around, bedroom talk was not something he talked about…His mother had always been very willing to admit that she loved the touch of others. Noah was not the same; he was not one for the touch of others for some time. Feeling very ashamed and also very embarrassed.”Uhm…no..There is nothing more then what the pack members have seen, between Fayne and I.” Noah felt very odd saying that, and slightly awful that he had not pressed with his beloved to make everything about the mateship official. Turning his eyes to the Epsilon, ”How about you dear sister?”

Taking another sip of the warm brew of tea the male looked back out into space. ”If you need someone to help you, I have ties in a few packs. I have one brother that is a leader of a pack, another brother that is on Council of another, and then I have a very dear friend that is co leader of another pack. So I would more than willing to follow you and help with trading routes if the leaders would allow you, and also if you would allow me.” And if Fayne would let him go.

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Ciara O'Callahan · 08-26-2012, 12:53 PM

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OOC: Sorry for the wait guys! Feel free to skip me if I don't get to this in a few days, moving and all that crap so I put myself on the absentee list. I'll try though! <3 WC: 263

Ciara wasn’t aware who Jazper was, but she watched Palaydrian curiously as she spoke with Noah and brought up the name. The Epsilon was relaxing, and perhaps too naïve to notice the sexual tension going on in the pack. She had shied away from her mate’s advances during her last heat and since had kept away from anything too steamy. He had run from her when she’d refused him at the last moment, and she didn’t want to see that happen again. As a maiden she was too shy, so when Noah asked about her she blushed darkly beneath her fur and averted her eyes, shaking her head quietly. The girl had been meaning to talk to someone about how to let her walls down and allow her mate to claim what was his, but that too, made her blush and shy away.

Needless to say the Epsilon was quite happy when the conversation changed to trading routes. The girl didn’t understand anything about them so she couldn’t add much to the conversation, but she did listen, occasionally lapping at the delicious tea while she did so. “I think it’s a good idea and the Alphas would go for it,” she offered, feeling inexperienced in this as well. At the very least she understood that the connections would be good for New Dawn, even if she wanted to avoid something humanistic like trading. It didn’t go with what New Dawn was trying to accomplish, but it was common knowledge that the pack allowed human tendencies that could better the pack in various ways.

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