the jester in the court

[DaVinci 'Dait Nasphri]

Leaders Meeting.
backdated January 30th

DaVinci had been at his wits end, he'd gone on his own personal journey looking for his once ward and all he'd come back with was a scarred up heart and a lot of lose ends that he couldn't tie together. The silvery blue hybrid had been a constant whine in the Patriarch's ear for some time about joining him when he made the call. He tried not to admit that he was but the subleader was still touchy about his duel heritage and what he thought he saw in the eyes of others when they were met with the wirey framed male before them. The strangely hued male paced back and forth before the large steps of the building, staring up at the strange statues that seemed to loom over him as he squared his shoulders and threw his head back, the voice that came forth wasn't the strong call of a wolf but the higher pitched yip of a coyote, once more his very nature shining through as he made a plea with the leaders of the lands to join him.

When his head dropped down he glance back to Jefferson, the dim simmer of hope in his eyes just barely shining. He hoped that the leaders of the other packs wouldn't ignore his call because of who or what he was. The male knew he wasn't the most highly favored male in the lands, by his own actions among other things but he was trying, too bad for the rest of the world he let his emotions get the best of him too often. He was aggitated and restless as once more he began his senseless pacing as he grumbled under his breath. "This isn't going to work.. why would they even listen to me." His stormy orbs flashed to Jefferson as he sighed. "They'd respect you more.." He knew not a single soul had to listen to anything he had to say and that the other leaders if they did listen to eachother it was just being polite, or if they actually knew one another.. DaVinci on the other hand was just a scrap of a thing that half the leaders out there probably only remembered for the trouble he'd caused in his youth.

He plopped himself down at the base of one of the statues as his ears dropped slightly. She wished he'd never let Tyrone and Skylar take the trip back to see their mother. Even without them there he had a cloud of worries over his head and now with Ryan's child placed in the picture he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He just wanted some closure on what had happened to his small rowdy sibling who was more his own daughter than his kid sister. "You think anyone will show.." he asked doubtfully as he stared down at his feet, not wanting to meet the eyes of his leader who was probably scowling at him by now and wishing he was anywhere else but stuck with his annoying normally wisecracking Savant.

[Naniko D'Angelo]

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Naniko didn't know whether she wanted to spend time in the mansion, in the border, or somewhere outside of Crimson Dreams today. She didn't have much to do, with all of the pups running around by themselves and Anu angry with her, and was seeking out some sort of a distraction. She'd read all of the books in her den twice over already, and couldn't bear to pick up another one. So she had decided to start toward the city, in hopes that she might find something interesting. Maybe she could develop a hobby or something. She heard the call and her head turned to look in its direction. The voice was familiar...but why would Davinci be calling for the leaders? Perhaps something had happened. She hadn't seen the male since his return to the lands, but had heard that he was living in Phoenix Valley. He'd been rude to her second-in-command, something that the white wolf didn't take lightly. Interpack relations were very important. She didn't know the other leader from Phoenix Valley very well, so she couldn't make a concrete decision about the pack's character. The fully shifted Luperci walked toward the building, her bag swinging along at her side. This would be interesting, seeing all of the other leaders. She stopped at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the pair already gathered there. "Hey."

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[Cercelee]

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Cercelee had been dozing lightly when she was woken by the movements of her mate beside her. Opening eyes lazily, Cer was always more than amazed to find how much time she and Slay found for naps. Despite the demands the pack placed on her: border patrol, mediating arguments, councils and conferences, there was always time to sneak in a small nap. It was now one of her life’s greatest joys to cuddle up closely to the larger creature, feeding off his body warmth and breathing in his scent. Now she was lying awake, watching as his chest rose and fell with the deep breaths he took. The call interrupted her blissful moment and Cercelee considered for half a moment if she could ignore it. Slay... I have to answer this. With a heavy sigh she got up, nuzzling the male whom mumble some inaudible reply and exited the church, immediately missing the warm of the inside. The trek to the source of the call was long, and Cercelee increased her pace every so often, letting her legs slow now and then to keep them from tiring. Arriving upon the scene Cer was surprised to find only three leaders present, having taken the time in getting there. All the faces were familiar and Cer offered Naniko and Jefferson a genuine smile and DaVinci a respectful nod. Taking a seat, unshifted, among them, Cercelee silently waited for the meeting to begin. The thought of inviting Haku, to whom she owed the thanks for the scratches and marks around her muzzle, had not crossed her mind and she wondered if he would follow or steer clear. Surely he knew that Cer would not miss the meeting, for even if she had nothing to contribute she found it both interesting and important to know what the others had to say. Indeed she was excited to meet the leaders of the newly formed tribe, if they were to show up. She doubted that she would see Gabriel here and that would account for all the clans in the area. Such drastic changes had taken places with the packs since the last leader meeting Cer had attended.

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[Jefferson Soul]

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He sat rather rigidly beside the silver-furred monstrosity of a subleader. Why on earth had he appointed that idiot to that rank, anyway? The stress of running the pack had been getting to him a while, he supposed, and he did need the help. The idiot had forced him into this stupid meeting, dragged him along, all that jazz. He really could have cared less about meeting the other pack leaders--it wasn't like they ever really needed to interact, after all. Phoenix Valley had always been rather independent, at least in his eye(s). They never really depended on the other packs, nor did Jefferson meet a whole lot of faces outside of his own pack. He did meet Cercelee that one time shortly after he'd ended up on these lands, and he had enjoyed her company. He'd wanted to see her again sometime. Thus, he straightened his back in surprise when she came into view. He'd been unshifted the last time they'd met--but for traveling's sake and the sake of not having to walk on that goddamn limp, he'd traveled two-footed. At first he wondered if he'd be recognized, and at the comfortable nod he received, he assumed so. The other white-furred female he saw, though, went unrecognized.

Never in his days did Jefferson think he would ever be sitting in a circle of pack leaders. He still wasn't used to the idea that he was one himself, that he was actually something important and worth keeping around. Surely his consultation would be somewhat useless and if he was lucky, he could slink off unnoticed at some point or another. "DaVinci, you're the one who dragged me here." He eyed the silver-furred idiot. "You talk. I'll sit."

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