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ooc: Please allow X'ies to post and then we be gravy

  • Setting: Mid-Afternoon on the 27th
  • Location: Northwest borderline along the Halcyon Mountain
  • Form: Optime


  • The travel abroad had been postponed for some time, but when it finally came time to proceed, it was not under the circumstances that Issor would have liked. Perhaps she was selfish for desiring a more leisurely travel with her Lambda companion. A little idle talk to pass the time, to reminisce about their childhood and discuss their ambitions for the future. But hardly two words were spoken between them from the time they left the Family borders to their path taking them through the pass of the Halcyon mountains.

    It was apparent why neither spoke as they walked along, X'yrin adorned in Shepard garb while X'ies maintained his modest Lambda appearance. Were it not for the fact this excursion was deemed important, it was likely she would have had to travel alone to speak with the wolves of Anathema. Their relationship had dwindled since the night by the fire and there was no one to blame but herself. Arguably the decisions made should not have mattered given their cultural upbringing, but as she was still learning, time away from the collective stimulated individual growth a realizations that would have otherwise been kept suppressed. Strong ideals that withstood countless generations would have been maintained and preserved innocence would have remained thus. Nothing would be the same as it had been during their youth; a blessed change but as curse just as well.

    But the Exultare were renowned for their adaptive abilities and so she took this change of their dynamic in stride. Though it pained her and made their air between them remarkably tense, she attempted time and again to abate it. When he would not speak, she could carry on about her ambitions for this meeting. As they travelled the mountain path, she would take her grey companion by his upper arm and guide him through the paths she often strolled down when she lived within Ichika's territory. She could name the fodder that scurried away from them, and point the landmarks and their significance. All this she did with a soft smile and kind disposition, unwilling to let his chilling demeanor detour her attempts.

    The thick wood of the mountain began to thin as she lead the decent along a steep face. Upon reaching level ground, a sound cry drew the woman's attention to a strong black and gold bird making its decent toward them. Still holding onto a grey arm, she lifted her other to take the large vulture upon it until he inched over to make himself comfortable on her fox-fur covered shoulder. If there was a doubt this was her companion animal, the large feathers that adorned her mane would reflect the high gloss of those within the vultures wings. They veiled the woman's hair in black, acting as a dark shroud and crown that ended just above her shoulders while from their ends continued the impressive lengths of autumn red. And the gold of the vulture's breast were reflected upon the female as well as her own natural hues were accented by the dark glow of the feathers.

    "Kind of you to join us," she turned her muzzle to the bird with a soft smile and butted her nose affectionately against its beak. It looked back at her indifferently but opened its beak and gently grasped her nose before turning to look outward. "Now that our party is complete..." Again, she spoke in the spirit of continuing the one-sided conversation before lifting her head and calling out to the listening Anatheman ears.


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    ooc: Form, Optime..





    Ever since X'yrin had made her decision X'ies had been forwardly cold towards not just her but everyone in the pack. It was of course not the kind of cold that one could actually tell. After all it was not like the Lambda to be warm per say. His current attitude to everyone was more or less a reset of how it had been in the original days of the pack. Overtime he had gradually warmed and whist he still remained as frosty as the winter chill, time had begun to ware it down to mere frost upon the branches. But now winter had returned in Ernest and X'ies, choosing to separate his personal feelings from duties within the pack, returned to the state of the cold logical Lambda. His brothers re-emergence had helped with that, another witted mind to challenge his allowed him to clear his thoughts and focus on the present, on what needed to be done.


    It wasn't till X'ies had been invited, or to be more accurately put conscripted into a diplomatic mission that he had met X'yrin for longer than 20 minutes. Now he was forced to endure hours with the female, hours of her happy go lucky attitude, pointing out land marks and other things as they travailed through lands not their own. He had of course noticed her dress, and had been requested to take this loathed form himself. Her dress could be put in two ways in the Lambdas mind, both represented the situation perfectly. By dressing herself she was being pulled further and further away from him and the Nomads, but at the same time the theme of the dress indicated something towards him. X'yrin, being pulled in two conflicting directions. For a moment there was a tug on his heart, a knot in his stomach.His eyes turned to the ground as the vulture approached.


    " But regardless of what confliction she has, she made her decision to shun you, do not turn back...erase your weakness....if you retreat now...you will be trapped,forever waiting something as worthless as what she has become...Remember the lesson of the other female...".

    Thana, X'ies did remember her lesson well. During the meeting with her he could not help but establish a connection by the female, who had apparently been a mate of Jadens, whilst he also wanted X'yrin. This indecision caused Thana to leave, taking the decision upon herself to abandon the pack to soothe her own suffering soul. Weakness, she could not bare the pain of her wounds...so she retreated to lick them....you will bare them...you will erase them. As she let out her call, he slid his arm out of hers, not appearing forceful, but done in a tactful way to separate himself from her. He looked up to await the coming of those from the other pack. Staring ahead with distant eyes.


    "....The owl would have been a better suited companion today".




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    Aeron was busy today training Pandora her new crow and Snek one of the many Ravens That Lillith had gathered. She was having to get them used to dealing with members get them to know who was who. Though it would take weeks She knew nothing would be easy. Oh how she hoped but she knew she needed to work hard to get them to par.

    Aeron used rope to keep both training birds. This kept them tethered to Elzar and only allowed them 50 feet away. This would allow the pair to know who she was and come to their names. She had found it and treats. These things together with using Shou would they be well trained

    Aeron turned as her ears perked towards the unfamiliar. Shou screeched and sent the other two squawking and calling. Aeron smiled she called the two close to her and urged Elzar forward. the massive horse surged towards where Shou was leading him. She had to admit that she loved the way her team worked and hoped to get the team of guards.

    She looked at the two that stood at her borders. What can I do for you two? She asked. She sniffed the air trying to figure out who they were. Golden eyes watched the pair waiting for them to speak.


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    Indeed an owl would have better suited the occasion to provided pleasantry and pomp to the meeting should it begin, but upon its commencing, it was not the glorious eye of the owl's she wanted. The cold, searching, calculating stare of the vulture was what she needed. To pick the weakness of the prey and deem it ripe for unraveling. Though it was not her initial desire to complicate, or negatively conduct the conversation, she did want to know what weaknesses were there to be revealed. Perhaps a lack of something the Nomads could provide to cement a beneficial relationship between the two. Or a point of attack should all go south. As she had learned with the western neighbors, not all encounters were bound to go well. Another option was needed, should it become necessary.

    But this, she need no say as she turned with purposeful care to look at her companion. The steely talons of the vulture dug into her shoulder but still she ignored the bird in favor of the metaphor in lupine form. Surely her look was enough to convey it all, taken with the eyes of a Shepard of authority, speaking with words that his eyes alone could receive. And then a piercing screech tore her gaze away to the sky were a dark bird claimed the area overhead. Vast wings spanned as the scavenger unfurled with blatant irritability for the atrocious noise of the creature, but made no move to lift from his perch. His wings instead retracted, and head lowered as he peered ahead as the sounds of steps approached and in his fiery sights was an ocher hue.

    Amber eyes had spotted the movement as well but did not avert in the face of the other displaying boldly her rank with so subtle a gesture. But it was in etiquette that the Nomad dipped her head then righted herself whilst advancing a step forward. "Goodday to you," she greeted softly, choosing formality over immediately answering the inquiry. "I am X'yrin, a Nomad and Issor of Sangi'lak. I am accompanied by my Family...X'ies of the Nomad's Lambda family. We have come to speak with your leader to establish a trade route with your pack, should he be willing to listen. Might we speak with Alaki?"

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    ooc: Form, Optime






    X'ies would fail to be broken by the gaze of his leader. As always his eyes remained as they were, fogged by the uncertain thoughts that lay behind them. He had no doubt that by now X'yrin had began to identify that he was not acting within the parameters of any typical subordinate. It was why the Lambda were always isolationists within the pack as a whole. The role of the Shepard shifted easily between family to family, and when the role did not land upon the head of one of their blood, the issue of insubordination was prime should any order be directly received from those outside the direct Lambda descent. It was simply that his family viewed themselves as dominant, their minds placed in higher regard than the Exultare's courage, or the Marek's guile.


    He would follow her orders, but only because she displayed at least a mind partially capable of unravel ling the complex thoughts and actions that made up his mind. She was intelligent, even if she was a fool. Jaden on the other hand, well the man had proven himself a suitable asset to the pack as far as defense and a friendly face went. And perhaps that was sometimes needed within the pack. But what he lacked was the mindset of the Alpha. He demanded all the respect, expected all of the power. But displayed no reason for either to be showered upon him. He had not earned the role. X'yrin had allowed him to walk into it. " Just as she walked into his arms". A bitter thought, broken by the screeching of a bird. And the appearance of a figurehead from this other pack.


    Immediately the greeting reminded X'ies of another pack meeting. The one with Inferni, the woman who had greeted them there had used a vastly similar method of introduction. A base down to the point attitude that was not quite rude, but direct. It did not necessitate introductions, only the reason for them being here. However his leader deemed it necessary for them to both be introduced. He had no previous knowledge of this pack, however he would keep his mind open to other signs. Interestingly enough though it seemed to him that X'yrin had prior knowledge of this packs leader. Perhaps that was another story to tell.

    Word Count: 398.

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    Aeron had enough on her plate and she was not really looking forward to dealing with who ever the pair was. She began to dismount as the female spoke. Aeron smiled a bit as she landed on her feet Shou moving to perch upon her shoulder. She had to admit she was interested and yet not at the same time. As she listened her posture slightly changed from friendly to a much more dominant state

    If you want to speak with Alaki I suggest you leave Anathema borders and travel that way. she spoke raising a golden hand pointing to the way they came from. She was the leader and Alaki had left her and all of anathema Naniko too. Aeron herself along with many other members had pledged their lives to the pair to be left behind.

    But if you wish to speak to the leader, well then X'yrin. I Aeron Ganesa Angela to all of Anathema would speak with you. She spoke golden eyes looking at the woman. I'm not sure what you have that I and my pack may want but we will see. She spoke as she patted the crow who seemed to eye the others with knowing. Or maybe he was uneasy due to their companion. She was unsure he spoke not now and just watched.


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    The evidence of her disconnect from the time of Ichika’s disbandment was becoming more apparent with encounters such as these. As times changed, undoubtedly the conditions of what she knew would change with it, but it was disheartening to see this change first hand. The Nomad had nothing against this newly claimed leader of Anathema, but the apprehension of this change of power was evident by the knot of her brows.

    She would have to begin relations again, it looked like. Without the familiarity between herself and Alaki acting as the blueprint for a bond to form, she was left restarting from scratch with something new. And as her eyes scanned the posture of the female, already asserting the air of dominance, it was unlikely it would go smoothly without effort. However, there was no sense to take the encounter pessimistically. New faces tended to lead to new possibilities…and opportunities.

    As a show of humility, the Issor replaced her own dominant air with one of ease, slouching a bit as her body fell into a more relaxed state reflected on her companion as well. The hard eye of the bearded vulture turned from the crow to settle on his golden handler, favoring one of his feathers woven into her mane. It was a show of pride that his glossy plumage still hung fast. And raising a gentle claw to his chin, the wolf teased it lightly, affectionately. “If Alaki does not stand as the leader of Anathema…” X’yrin spoke softly, “…then my business if not with him. You stand as its leader… then I will address you. But please…do not assume we have nothing to offer when I have yet to tell you what we keep.” Smiling, she lifted her gaze to the woman’s crow and inched her finger in a little wave. “Your companion is pretty…are you able to speak to it? And it to you?”

    Seemingly a diversion from the topic it hand, but instead a means to create a commonality between the two. Act upon the similarities rather than focus on the differences.

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    The first thing to be taken notice of here was that the female was one of those who rode horses. X'ies inwardly sighed, that alone bringing to him a negative conclusion about just how this encounter was fated to turn out. It madde no sense to him at all, why would a person ride a horse when they could move much faster than it in their own other forms? Was it just laziness? Or was it that they wished to keep the hated Optime form even if it meant sacrificing practicality? But he allowed his own mind to drift from the non sensical nature of canines riding beasts and focued on her body langauge and speech, precisely what he was apparantly brought along for.


    Her words however didn't inspire much confidence either, a retort to X'yrin concerning their former leader followed by a comment which could be taken either as an insult, or an expression of disinterest. X'yrin responded appropriately but with the attitude displayed thusfar X'ies did not see the comentary on the pack meeting shifting much. " X'yrin came here confident of developing a good relationship, likely she was on good terms with their former leader...but how has the dynamic shifted since he left? is this ignorance born of genuine dislike for strangers, or former assossiates of the leader? Or is it merely down to the still shifting tides of power, yet to settle and establish calm?...". Either way he could understand, but for now he would sit in silence, foggy eyes examining the two females before him, saying nothing...and everything.


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    Aeron had to admit that she was wondering why they had come. Their pack scent on them was a good one but she could tell that the woman had not been leading her pack long. And wasn't this woman once a leader of Ichika before it fell?

    I have to protect my family jumping to say I'll make trade could hurt them in some way. Everything I take in stride. She spoke as she looked at the woman as she spoke of her crow. Aeron could not help but stroke Shou's head.

    Shou is a wonderful crow. He speaks to me and I to him. He is an asset to my team. She spoke as the crow nuzzled her. Crows are a huge Asset to those of us in anathema with out them we would not know some of the things we do. She spoke easing her self a bit. She needed to relax a bit. But she was just feeling so tense.


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    The golden eyes of the vulture appeared that much brighter as if it understood the words of the ocher coyote. However the truth of the matter was far from that. His understanding on the lupine tongue was terribly unrefined, but what he could grasp was certainly not as complex as the ideals of protection and denial. Though what he lacked in recognizing the words of his handler’s tongue, he could make up for with his honed sensitivity to what lived around him. More so, the living perch he stood upon and the fine bristling of her fur at the other female’s words. He would look to her face and admire her eyes lowered to half-mast as she garnished the bearded bird with her affection. But it was a rouse, a misdirection. A shroud to hide the true disappointment for this leader and her decision.

    Obviously these efforts were wasted, but there was something she learned from the all too brief engagement. This female was not yet sure of herself if she believed Anathema could not accommodate one, perhaps two members of her own pack to share trade goods or perhaps information. Another note that further bothered the female wolf was the subtle inclination of the uses of her cherished crows. Assets… a strong word for a small yet captivating creature. What could they learn from these birds that they could not from each other, unless in all likelihood it was their ability to soar and repeat what they saw. Eyes in the sky, the Evan’ule would say; their kind calling for ‘spies’. To this, the Nomad’s lips drew further back in a smile, but eyes never strayed from the groomed golden chest of her companion.

    The bird danced anxiously on her shoulder, digging his talons deeper in as his handler continued along her line of silence, deep in thought as to how to proceed. But when she did turn from him, his eyes too turned to the female and her crow, his gaze again locking into the glossy black feathers whilst his own began their stretch away from his body. “Well…that is unfortunate.” Her ears perked up then. “That you must protect the pack rather than trade, I mean. Not the use of your companions. Though I must warn you, should your crows find their way over our skies, please attach something to them to show their intentions.” She raised a claw and tapped the vulture’s beak endearingly. “My friend here gets restless and tends to let his claws bring him amusement. I would hate for him to accidently harm one of your pack’s companions within our land. But I shan’t keep you from your duties…”

    With smile in place, the Nomad politely dipped her head. “Thank you for your time Aeron of Anathema. Our custom is never to say good bye, but simple ‘We will meet again’. Should the Ancestors will it, perhaps it will be when your lands and people are more readily available to exchange. Goodday.” As she turned, she gently tapped the Lambda’s arm, giving him silent permission for his last assessment. Afterall, they not only came to offer a route of trade but to learn. Even though her part of the mission had failed, there was no reason for his to as well.

    [exit X'yrin]

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    Again, X'ies was surprised by the mental connection between himself and X'yrin. He didn't really need to say a word and she had pretty much just spelled out every single thought building up. Perhaps there was more to the Lambda in her than he thought, even if it was shrouded and diluted with weakness. But still all these thoughts would need to be processed and assigned a game of their own. This one was the queen of the board, then just who was the King? The crows, they didn't quite warrant a piece, as X'yrin had already established a plan to have the vultures hunt them down. Still he was surprised at the honesty this person was showing, either they had a set sense of self honor or they were incredibly stupid. One did not reveal their spies, at least not without having a back up plan, X'ies wondered at this point if indeed the crows were the true spies, or if they were merely a misdirection. Something to be discussed later.


    For now, as she tapped his shoulder walking past he would merely stand, take a final look at the subject of examination and follow. As expected this had gone almost precisely like the Vinatta incident, albeit with a lot less shouting and pretentiousness. Still the results of what would happen with this pack over time were still open although he would consider this a negative response. But he was thankful for the distraction of the examination, it took his mind of things that would no doubt need to be talked about soon.

    X'ies Exit

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