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Set on the northern borders, since I figure she'll just want to pop by to help out anyone or just socialize like a girl.
She's in optime (she's also a golden brown color with red hair, and a tye-dye skirt.

I'd love it if someone who knows of the Poer family (esp Gabriel and Rikka), would take this <3

A small family group in land had warned the hippy girl that there had been a hurricane. Not that she needed telling; she had come up the coast and had experienced the winds and the rain. Her home was no stranger to rain and storms, but she was surprised at how far north it had gone. Well, Rose hardly stopped to be bothered by it and decided to see how she could help out. After all, a rain storm was absolutely dangerous and maybe people would like a cheering up from a daughter of the Sunshine.


Her mother had told the flower child that this land was always torn with wars and conflicts, and that love and peace had been in short supply when she had fled from it. Now, a missionary of love and peace, Rose had it in her head that it was her duty to spread the ideals of the Haight commune across the land. Stubbornly pigheaded, the Poer woman hummed along the border of the strange pack, all the scents new and foreign to her. It was all quite exciting, wasn't it?


She grinned broadly, fiddling with the fake rose she had always clipped into her hair at her ear junction. This place smelled like rain, sea, and earth, almost like home. But there was something much saltier that did not settle well with her. Rose put aside her unease and paused at the borders, the scent of a pack stronger than she was going to risk crossing into. On her back, she had a leather pack full of her little trinkets and her weaving knife - and some clothes of course. She had tied a basket over it, filled with dried meat for eating, as well as the few glass jars of spices she had.


Rose raised her head to give her wolfish call, the thought that they might be hostile not even crossing her mind. Anyone would be crazy to turn down an offer of help, and she was willing.

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Word Count :: 321 OOC: As agreed the thread is now dated for Oct 10th :3

Jiva's mind was in turmoil, why did he feel this way? How could he think his mate didn't want to be with him? He was deep in thought about his mate and the child that they took care of together, though he thought of Leaf as a son, and loved playing with him and teaching him their ways, it seemed the boy just took way too much time from his mate. He had watched Leaf for a while but in that time Drin went out, he didn't mind giving her a break but the boy gave him so much to do that he didn't know where the time went.

Today he was free, Drin had brought the boy out for a hunting lesson, or herbal lesson, he wasn't sure which, but he felt lonely, so he left his empty house to explore his new borders. That was when he heard the howl. Curious he figured he could see who this guest was, he was not one for accepting or didn't think he should be greeting anyone wanting to join, but he needed comanionship. His tail started wagging a little at the thought of company. He tilted his head in interest at the woman who stood at the borders. She wore interesting clothing, and he was used to New Dawn where most of the wolves there did not wear anything at all so it was different. He smiled warmly and greeted her; “Hello, you are at the border of Vinatta, I am Jiva Takekuro, is there something I can help you with?” He asked pleasantly to the woman. He let his jealousy go to the back of his mind and paid attention to the woman in front of him. She looked nice enough and smelled of long traveling. He could see she was quite a looker too. Though he was mated, he told himself he could look but not touch.

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LATE AS ALL HELL

Twitching her nose, the hippy girl grumbled with impatience. She sighed, and dropped her leather bag on the ground. With a fumbling hand she pulled out a small rolled paper, but what she could not for the life of her find was the spark rocks her mother had given her. She hit her hand against the hilt of a cooking knife and recoiled, slightly, knowing that she might slice a finger if she wasn't careful. Where was that pesky set of rocks?


Eyes shot up as she smelled the presence coming, and she rose almost instantly. Her bag lay forgotten in her feet though the joint was still stuck in her fingers as she looked into the distance, hoping to see who it was.


She smiled instantly when that someone approached. She had sensed him coming from nearby, but it had been gratifying to see she was not ignored by the people here. Rose beamed proudly at the male as he came to her. He introduced himself and she bobbed her head with a stupid goofy grin on her face. "Hello!" she exclaimed, giggling slightly in her amusement. "I was worried everyone got blown away here, but the borders were too fresh for everyone to be dead," she added with a sigh and a roll of her shoulders. "I thought I should come to help, maybe." Rose flourished her hands, and immediately regretted the action. A white hand retracted behind her hand, covering the small joint with her whole body.


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Word Count :: 253 OOC: nom nom noooo wories!!

The woman’s voice was pleasant and amusing as he listened to her worry over them having blown away with the winds, he shook his head; “This pack has not sustained as much damage as others have. I do not think I have the authority to allow you through as I myself am new here.” Jiva said sheepishly, though he was certain help could be used he didn’t think it would be welcome this late into the whole situation.

He didn’t want her to just leave though, she was nice, nicer than most had been coming to borders and such, usually they all looked at him with suspicion as he did with others himself, so he was not quite ready to he noticed the white bit in her hands and was about to comment on it as she seemed entirely embarrassed by it but decided he probably shouldn’t know. “If there is anything I can do for you though, I wouldn’t be hesitant about it.” Jiva said a smile played along his lips as he spoke. She was paying attention to him and that was far more than what his own mate was giving him. At the thought of her he turned to where the town was, she was still playing with the kit probably and wouldn’t even care if he escorted the woman if she needed to go somewhere. Turning back to the unnamed woman he looked at her expectantly with a small smile on his face.

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LATE AS ALL HELL

No help? Rose's normally cheery face broke out of its smile, and she frowned rather sadly. She wanted to help; she was so very good at helping and it gave her such a warm, happy satisfaction every time she managed to get a smile or a thank you - even one that wasn't quite sincere - that she had to smile back. Rose's world was very much tinted, and whenever negativity or general badness happened, she receded back into herself or to a happy place. Blood scared her, only if it came from another canine. It scared her for some reason, as though the passive nature of the hippies' was amplified.


But to be of no help? "Oh..," Her look, crestfallen, was probably a sad thing to see. The joint was pulled from behind her back, still unlit. She was not going to smoke it now, not in the presence of a total stranger. But she did not want to bumble in her bag to put it back with the others in the case.


Then it hit her. She needed help. The smile returned to her face and she beamed at the stranger. "Actually, I need information. About my mother's clan and family, and about my father." She did not know who knew them, but the way she figured, he had to know someone who would know her father or her mother or even the family whose name she claimed. He might even know of the pack where the two of them had been, if it was even still around.

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Word Count :: 306 OOC: Wewt this is Jiva's 400th post Big Grin

The look on the young woman’s face made Jiva feel sad himself, and he looked around; “W-well maybe you can help me I mean I need some wood for fire at my own home, for the winter.” He said, it wasn’t technically a lie. He did need it but he was planning on doing that later in the year but to deprive the woman something she seemed she needed to do.... well that was just wrong! He couldn’t just leave the poor woman looking like this. He wouldn’t be a man at all if he did and he knew that. His father would be entirely ashamed of him. If she wanted to help something small, but quite helpful to him would perhaps appease the poor woman.

Though it didn’t seem that she was sad for long. She smiled again and he couldn’t help but smile as well, it just seemed so intoxicating. When she spoke he rose his eyebrows. “Well I am not sure how much I can be of help, what clan were you from? Inferni?” That was the only clan he’d ever heard of. The rest were usually called packs, except for AniWaya which called itself a tribe. He wanted to help her and his tail wagged as he tried to lead her a little away from the border. He was still so new to the pack he was certain they would take it badly if he let a total stranger in the pack. So he moved away. “I don’t know much about Inferni itself, it’s the only pack that calls itself a clan, so I am afraid I can’t help that part.” He said, and he didn’t even want to mention father, because heck there were lots of men all over Nova Scotia.

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She put a hand to her lips and chuckled; he was flustered, even a little, and seemed to think of something that she could do. It made her so happy! Helping people, that's what she was about. But firewood was never a chore she did; she had always been tall and lanky, and her muscles were definitely not quite good enough. Somehow the coyote gene made her all lanky, even if there was a lot less coyote in her. "I'm afraid axes and I are not friends," she said apologetically, dropping her hand. She couldn't really handle an ax and she really did not want to. They were another weapon, and though she used cooking knives, an ax was a lot more brutal.


Inferni? No. She knew about the clan and she knew she could visit. Inferni was one pack a loner had mentioned to her as being there. But he had no mentioned the Court and so she had to ask. "No, I know of the clan and I figure going there is the best way to ask. I mean about Cour des Miracles," she corrected, apologizing with a twitch of her lips. She wasn't trying to be difficult. It just happened. "Do you know anything about it? Is it still there?"


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He did feel slightly relieved as she spoke a small giggle leaving her lips. Though she seemed to let him know that axes were not her thing, he shrugged and picked up a long twig. “Well kindling isn’t exactly easy to find unless you use it from a book, and there aren’t that many of those either, so I wouldn’t mind help with that.” Of course this was not entirely true.... it wasn’t THAT hard to find kindling, even with inches of snow on the ground, one could even snap branches from trees and dry them over an already flaming fire. No he just wanted a little bit of an excuse to help her help him. The attention was nice. He was use to it from others, but ever since joining he wanted it all from Drin first but she seemed inclined not to give it to him. This woman just reeked of wanting to do something, though not anything, to help in any way and his tail was wagging, curling over his back just at this small kindness.

Her answer to him was not what he expected and as she spoke of his birthpack he was taken aback, not many wanted to know about it and he noded; “Yes, yes it’s still there. I was born there. My father resides there as well. What do you want to know of it?” He asked and continued to pick up a few twigs. He might as well do something himself it wasn’t as if he didn’t need anything extra, because right now with what little they owned anything was welcome. Still being fresh to the pack and having moved from a pack who cared little about owning things Jiva felt like a hoarder just by bringing in twigs and stuff. He had to rememeber it would be for the fire that it would die away and be nothing but ash in no time, and just the thought of having a fire in the cold, it was comforting. In many ways he was not up for sleeping in the freezing den fireless. Something like that made things feel less like home, perhaps it was because of the fire that was nearly always lit inside his own home. Even during the summer, though he didn’t know why that was. He shrugged at that and waited to see what Rose had to say.

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"I can gather wood like that, but I can't do any of the choppy chop stuff," she said with a laugh, her words juvenile but they seemed to fit her. Or rather she made them fit her. Not ignorant, she was still an innocent person who enjoyed the fun things in life (though the serious sometimes happened to get in the way). She bent over and plucked some dry leaves off the ground. "Once it gets colder, the leaves dry and they're nice to use. Smokey. But! But!" she started, wagging her hand up, jutting them up. "Pine bark makes a really tasty cooking smoke. And, and, and," she said, turning rapidly around to figure out what she had nearby. "Maples.. I don't see any, but they make things sweet." Cooking. Rose's forte.


But the topic was back at the pack and she frowned slightly, then shouted in joy. "You were born there? No way!" Rose giggled, clapping her hands together. "That's lucky!" She clapped her hands again and then sighed happily. "What can you tell me about it? Did you know my father? Oh, I haven't mentioned who he is. Ah, he is Strelein von Rosnete. And my mother is Rikka de le Poer. Do you know of either of them? Can you tell me anything bout them?" she said, a mile a minute and breathless as she stepped into his space. She was normally much more polite but she could hardly contain herself. She had been dying to know about her father and his pack, and she had waited so long. Apologies were for later.


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Word Count :: 461 OOC: errr you love me still right?

He couldn’t help it, his grin grew at her words, and he chuckled at her little joke of the axes. He nodded quite happy to let her pick smaller things up. She spoke giving him advice on what he could use as kindling especially for cooking. He smiled wondering if Drin would cook now or even learn. It was never a high priority to them. He had cooked meat but he was a man of raw tastes; “Ah I see, well I’m no cook, I see what i kill and eat it pretty much, though I do save its fur and skin. I am not bad at leatherworking.” He said a little proudly as he listened to her intently. “Maple? I heard something, that it has a sap, I sometimes use sap for my hair.” He pointed to his now drooping mohawk, he could do little for it now, the wax was gone, and he didn’t know where around here he could find more, and he still had little idea of where to find sap too, so he was stuck with his mane being down. It felt strange, and he wished he was like his father, one with the natural hawk, but his older sister taken up that inheritance, and perhaps tasha or Heiro would too when their manes started growing in.

She burst out with surprise and excitement when he mentioned being born in the pack he nearly jumped out of his skin and dropped what he already picked up he couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm; “Ok, well one thing at a time! Yes I was born there, my dad, Niro Takekuro, he use to be a big part of the pack a while ago until.... well that doesn’t really matter right now.” He did have to think about her father. He’d heard of the man she spoke of and he could nod about that; “Yes I met your father, but I was real young back then and it was always something my father would do to help him or something else. I didn’t get to know him really.” Jiva said apologetically; “I am afraid I do not know anything about your mother.” He said. He never heard of the name in his life. “If you don’t know either parent... who took care of you?” He asked. He couldn’t imagine life without either of his parents growing up. His mother was odd he’d give her that but she was still always a big part of his life. His father even more, though he tried to get Jiva to love the birds that he loved himself, he could never make himself enjoy them that much.

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Her eyes were shining as he explained, and she had almost reached out to grab his arm. There was a determination in her eyes as he spoke of her father and she felt she was one step closer. This guy did not know him very well and so could not really describe the man to her. But, it was proof enough he was here and she had a father waiting somewhere. Did he know about her? Mother had said no, not likely. She had left before it had shown and she had never told him. Mother had mentioned a letter left to him but said that she had not said she carried the two children at the time. Sad. Would he be happy to see her? An unknown child. Perhaps not. Not many were, often enough. But she had to thank the man who helped to make her, right? Plus it was another parent to love and care for! Acceptance and family. It just made her feel all warm inside.


And then she was confused. Her smile twitched off and she gave him a confused look. "Who raised me? My mom, of course. I lived with her and the others, and my brother, in the commune. It's just my father I don't know." She sighed, feeling her heartbeat slow back down to normal. "It's just she doesn't talk much about the Inferni part of her. Honestly, we never really wanted to ask. Our relatives are apparently violent people and are prone to fight. And fighting sucks," she said with some venom. "But.. it is important to know who your parents were, especially if one is tighter lipped."

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Her calm was his as well. She seemed to have an effect on him, though not the kind of effect he had with Palaydrian when her attention was on him, but she listened and cared and he was glad that she could give her enough good news. He walked with her a little closer as they worked on picking up the tinder of sticks and leaves and such. It was nice helping someone and he could see why she liked to help. Her confusion made him raise his brows as she spoke; “Oh, I’m sorry just the way you made it sound, I misunderstood you. You are right it is nice to know about family histories. My own father has been vague on his past,” He said.

He was quiet for a little bit as he slowly worked his way around, not really paying attention to the few sticks he already picked up, then spoke; “I only know that most inferni don’t like wolves, that you have to have a certain amount of coyote to join them.... I heard of attacks on those who came to close. I haven’t been brave enough to go near.” He said, he knew he wasn’t making her thoughts about the place any better but she looked more wolf than coyote and she was so nice, he didn’t want her to think about out right visiting them without caution.

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Rose sighed as she bent and picked up twigs and branches. A few were still too green and she casually tossed them over her shoulder. They were good for smokey fires, for good long roasts. But she could not stand the smoke unless she wanted that effect. The smoke always burned her nose and made it hard to breathe. It was not like marijuana, where the effect was desirable. No, green wood smoke was just acrid done wrong. She wrinkled her nose at the thought and piled on the twigs into her arms. She had a basket she could give to him with it, but it seemed almost a waste. No, no, it would be the nice thing to do. It'd be easy to make more, anyway. There were plenty of trees all over.


"I wish they'd put some of that aside. It'd be nice to know what to expect. I mean, I know what my grandmother will be like, sure. But it doesn't make it any better, especially with most of the past my mother had here being a tight secret. I loved the commune, don't get me wrong. It was lovely but there's.. something one has to know about themselves," she rambled on, as though this was a close friend of hers rather than a total stranger of a less than an hour. "I'm not afraid. They're family and I love my family." She looked up at the other male with his strangely parted hair. She gazed at him with her blue eyes and furrowed her brows. "So why did you leave your last home? And why did you leave the Court if your family is there?" It was confusing her ever so slightly, especially since she was so hypocritical, leaving her mother to find the tale of her family.


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