I'm not sure which of the packs take wolves and not Luperci... I found it once, but lost it. If Crimson Dreams doesn't take normal plain wolves, then I apologize and I can easily change him to a Luperci. He's been one before. Also, please bear with me, I haven't done this in a while, and I might be a bit rusty.
Character Name: Moose the Wild
Character Birthdate (including year): February 28, 2005
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: wolf
Species: Grey wolf
Gender: Male
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How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: stumbled upon it while looking to get back into roleplays
Detailed physical description: Large grey wolf with mottled fur in hues ranging from an almost white grey to black, but tending to range more in the grey scales. He's built rather muscularly with his toned appearance obvious beneath his coat. While a large wolf, he remains rather stocky and awkward looking, but he still moves with the lithe gracefulness of his kind. His body shows the many scars and scraps from fights. His eyes are amber colored.
Detailed biography: Personality-wise, Moose tends to be a bit on the reserved side. He was born into wolf royalty (if you will): his father was alpha male of the pack, as was his grandfather, etcetera. However, Moose was not the oldest, his brother Merzekial was. When time came for their father to pass the pack, he skipped Merzekial in favor of giving it to Moose. During this time, Merzekial opted for self-exile. Moose and his pack prospered and grew, and he took a mate, Sirce. The pair and their pack lived in relative harmony for some time before Merzekial returned with a group of rogue wolves and drove Moose and Sirce from their home in the North. The pair wandered for several years before Sirce injured herself in a trap, the wound becoming infected and eventually killing her. Out of grief, the exiled alpha went mad for a short period of time, picking fights with as many wolves as possible, trying to join Sirce in the afterlife, but never succeeding. Sirce came ot him in a dream one night while he was traveling and told him to stop the nonsense, and it was at this time he decided to try and join a new pack and begin life over with a clean slate.
[[I can get more detailed and describe his time wandering if you would like, it's your call.]]
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His feet sore and his muscles aching from the traveling of the day, he raised his nose into the air, sniffing. A scent came to him, stronger now than when he had first caught hint of it. A pack. Could it be? After all his wandering, had he finally found somewhere to try and call home?
Slowly, he continued forward, alternating from smelling the breeze to the trails, scouting and wondering about the potential. It had been so long since he had been in a peaceful situation with others. He had been fighting for so long, with his heart heavy from his loss-- first his pack and the Sirce; both taken from him so suddenly. And Sirce: when she had gotten caught, he hadn't lost hope, and just when she seemed better, the wound became infected and she was taken.
Finally, he reached what seemed to be the boundary to the territory. Moose tried his best to remember his manners, how to introduce himself and how to behave. Sirce had been so much better at this than he was. Rather than prowl the area like and intruder, he headed what he believed to be a non-threatening distance into the territory and looked around, hoping to be found by scouts. He really didn't want to tick off the alphas by being rude enough to howl. His ears perked and swiveled, keeping close check on the surroundings: birds chirruping, insects flying, a creek babbling nearby. It sounded peaceful; it sounded like home.
[html] Welcome!  300+Geneva knew the boundary lines of Crimson Dreams like the back of her hand. Smiling, she remembered the first time she had stumbled upon these borders. She had been so filled with hope at the time. And through this winter, that hope had been fulfilled so many times over. She breathed in deep. The air was chilled with the breath of winter, but she found that she still loved the cleansing quality. Everything seemed so clean and bright amidst the blanket of white. At first she had believed that she would dislike the winter and the cold, but she had learned to love the way her home wore the white mantle. The small boned wolfess looked delicate against all that way, grayscale as the sky. She still found it hard to believe that after such a short time, she was so enmeshed and entrenched in this way of living. It wasn't something she had ever expected, but now she embraced each day, glad to be of use to her pack. And some of these wolves had become as close as her own family, closer even. A small smile spread her lips when she thought on Anu and Haven especially. She had bonded closely with them. She was patrolling as usual, although now she had new duties as Lieutenant. Still, she couldn't break the habit of starting her day by walking the boundary lines, if only take in the scenery and happen upon one of her pack mates. Geneva did not possess a reliable sense of smell and relied keenly on her eyesight. And her lime green eyes raised as she spotted a gray form in the distance. She walked unhurriedly toward it, and realized that it was a lone male. He seemed neutral enough, and so Geneva regarded him as such. She noted with approval that he had not broken the boundary lines. She came to stand in front of him, ears forward and lime green eyes bright. "What brings you here?"
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As he sat patiently licking his sore footpads, a sound reached his ears. He had been enjoying the chorus of the changing of the day from the whipporwils to the early robins when a voice broke the silence. At the voice his first instinct was to bristle and growl, but he held himself in check.
Dropping his tail and ears slightly, he turned to face the voice. The wolf before him was a slender female, and he waited until she spoke. He could tell by her stance and mannerisms that she wasn't just a random pack member, but someone with a little authority, especially over him.
Be good, he told himself. His stocky frame dwarfing her smaller one made for an odd scene as he kept his eyes averted ever so carefully stealing glances at her. His brogue thick, he cleared his throat and spoke.
"Och mah lady, mah name es Moose, Moose tha Wahld, und Ah'm seekin' ah hoome. Ah've coom upon ye lands in search o' jist tha'."
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Geneva couldn't help smiling at the absurdity of it all. Here was this massive male, who no doubt towered over her even when seated, and he kept his head lower than hers. She knew that their situation demanded a bit of this, but it was just so strange. She was thin, just shy of the size of a yearling. She was little bigger than a coyote. She could probably pass for one if it weren't for the fact that her build was completely wolfen. Although she was the size of an adolescent, her body lacked the gangly qualities of that body type. She was fully formed, each part of her proportionate. Border etiquette could be trying enough. She decided not to be a stickler for the rules.
"Please, don't bend your neck that way. I'm sure the crick that'd develop would be quite uncomfortable." Geneva was a wolfess of very few words, and those words she did choose to say were soft. It wasn't that she wasn't social. Quite the contrary, she found that she loved company as much as solitude. But she was quite introspective, often internalizing and thinking instead of speaking.
She was delighted at his strange accent, and it showed plainly on her face. Geneva loved new things, interesting things that she could explore (although lately her curiosity had gotten her into quite a few scrapes). She regarded the amber eyed Moose curiously, thoughts churning as she tried to place his accent. "Moose, my name is Geneva Stockholm. I am the Lieutenant of Crimson Dreams, the pack which owns these lands." She didn't say that it was nice to meet him, although she very much thought it was. This situation called for a different protocol. Besides, first looks could be deceiving. It would serve her to be just this side of suspicious. He said he sought a home, and she could deny him a hearing. But it was her duty to screen intruders, to make sure she wasn't inviting danger into her home.
Her smile was gentle, her voice firm, but friendly. "If you're looking for a home, this is a wonderful place." She loved it here so much. It was evident in her voice, in every line of her expression. It wasn't something she could hide. Not that she could ever shield any emotion from her face anyway. "Will you tell me a bit about yourself, Moose? Maybe where you come from, why you want a home, and some of your abilities?"
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Oh, he liked Geneva. He could tell by her invitation to raise his head that she wasn't much for the absurdity that was submission, but she knew that she was in charge here. He raised his head and then bowed to her before settling into a more neutral, friendly position. " 'Tis a pleasure ta meet ye, Geneva.
He chose his words carefully, unsure of how much to reveal about himself. Unsure of how many of his actions might have reached the ears of the packs in the area, even though he was leagues away from his home. As he spoke, he caught himself eyeing her a different way. He realized that she would have been about the age of pups of his own, had it not been for Sirce's miscarriage during their exile. The thought pained him and he forced it away, turning his attention to the matter at hand.
"Ah coom frae a land far frae 'ere. A land o' more than jist the snow yeh've go' 'ere; 'tis a land o'... as thae sae, froozen won'er. 'Tis as mooch ice as snow, und it lasts mooch lawnger. He had noticed the slight gleam in her eye while he spoke earlier, and realized as she spoke that he wasn't back home in anymore--wolves didn't sound like him, nor could they probably understand him well. He tried to clarify.
"Cain yeh unnderstan' meh lassie? Ah apologize for meh brogue, 'tis a bit mooch a' firs'. He smiled as much of a wolfy smile as was courteous at the moment and returned to her questions. He disliked all this talking. It seemed one sided, but he knew it was part of the trials of packhood; he would have to work on his social skills if he were allowed to stay here. It was such an odd sensation to think that way. If allowed to stay... at one point, these roles would have been reversed, himself playing the role of inquisitor, trying to pierce the armor or loners at the borders.
Resurfacing from his memories, he quickly gathered his words. "Ah seek a new 'ome because Ah no longer 'ave one. Ah've been driven frae mah pack by mah own bro'er, und Ah've lost mah mate along the way... he paused a moment, the bluntness of how he had stated his fact both pleasing and worrying him. How could it be so easy and so hard at the same time? He had been alone for almost a year now... yet the pain was so fresh. "As fer mah skills, Ah'm a quick figh'er, a gud joodge o' char'ter, und Ah was once tha alpha o' maine oon pack... sa tha abil'ties tha' go aloong wi' tha', Ah've go' 'em."
Shit. That sounded cocky as hell. But the words were spoken and couldn't be undone. He could only hope she didn't take them as such.
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The gray wolfess listened intently to Moose as he spoke. She concentrated on each word, not only because what he said had a lot of impact on what she'd decide to do next, but also because his brogue was so thick, she found it hard to understand him perfectly without paying careful attention. Details were important in any border interview, and Geneva would need any many details as possible. So far, this male hadn't proven himself to be a foe. He would be a threat, if he chose to. Geneva would defend these borders - and more importantly, those who lived within their sanctuary - with all the force she could muster. That didn't necessarily mean that'd be an effective first line of defense. So the Lieutenant had to utilize her other skills, and her foremost tool was her keen mind. She had an eye and ear for detail, observation, and analysis.
She tried to picture the lands he described. He must have loved them, for he had described them as home. But the picture brought to Geneva's mind wasn't that of a winter wonderland. Instead, she envisioned a frozen waste, cold and empty except for the sound of the wind. She couldn't remove the image from her mind. Perhaps she found the contrast so strange, so severe because being here was all she wanted. She remembered when she had first come here, how she thought she could spend the rest of her days within the shadow of the trees of Haven Mansion and never regret a decision like that. She'd come so far, growing into herself and finding new aspects of her personality and her life in each day. It seemed as though this place was like a salve on her soul. It could just be that Moose was in the same boat.
When Moose went on to describe the loss his mate, she bowed her head in respect for his loss. She had come to Crimson Dreams in similar circumstances, her entire world turned backward on its axis. She, too, had lost her mate and also their unborn children. There wasn't threadiness in his voice, unease or the pain of loss. The words from his mouth seemed so plain, matter-of-fact. Grief was a very personal thing, something that Geneva herself preferred to keep private. She suspected that Moose was probably much the same.
His lost admission made her cock her head to the side, her brows furrowing as she turned the words over in her head. Was he bluffing? Was he elaborating? She tried to discern his meaning. But by the way he'd said it, she felt that he had made an honest admission. He had stated those last words like facts, without any room for argument. He hadn't stated them loftily. Geneva nodded once, unsure of what to say beyond what she said next. "I will call for a leader, Moose, and you'll have your answer soon," she said, raising her head to howl for a leader.
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It was a fairly nice day. At least as nice as she could assume a winter day to be. Spring and summer were her seasons, they were the ones she thrived in. It didn't help that this was actually the first true winter that she had ever experienced. Up until coming here she had lived in the temperate climate of the Mediterranean. So the frigid cold of North America had come as quite the unwelcome shock. But she had more or less adapted to it. Though late, a winter coat had grown in. She had also found some old human clothing items that had helped as well. Today however, she was walking about in her natural form. The only "non-lupine" thing on her body was the necklace that she always wore.
Savina had slept in somewhat late today, only now getting out and about. Slender legs carried her lithe form over the winter wonderland that was Crimson Dreams as of late. In this weather her pure obsidian pelt stuck out like a sore thumb, which was annoying when it came to hunting. It was nice that it attracted the warm rays of the sun however. That is when it shown. Sleek head shot up as a howl rang through the air. It was Geneva, howling for either her or Naniko to come. Naturally assuming it was a prospective member, she picked up her pace towards her good friend.
Soon the usually small image of Geneva was dwarfed by a rather large male that she was sitting by. What an odd picture it made. She noted that he wasn't showing normal "submissive" behavior, but that didn't phase her. When she greeted newcomers after the initial greeting she allowed their posture to relax as well. A soft smile was on her lips and she walked up to the pair, tail waving in the air. "Good day Geneva!" her Italian accented voice said cheerfully. She nodded her head at the male. "Who do we have here?"
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Geneva would call for a leader. Glorious day! There was a chance-- but a chance was better than nothing-- that he would have a home at the end of the day. Moose wanted to howl his happiness to the heavens. He allowed the warmth to fill his body from his toe nails to the tip of his tails. He felt as if every hair on his body were sparkling.
Her voice a crystalline bell, a howl rang out over the land. He longed to join her, the melody of two wolfen voices melding as one was one of his favorite sounds. Their tones merging, her clear higher pitch with his deeper, though gravely one. The music ceased and he smiled fully, unable to contain his joy and excitement. He felt reborn-- like a pup, carefree.
Soon, a black figure appeared on the horizon. As it neared, he sniffed the air, trying to catch a whiff of information. Another female. A leader? The fact that he had thus far only met females in the pack wasn't a bad thing. In fact, the happy feelings and the thought made him feel even younger. He was, after all, much their elder at almost four years. Both Geneva and the new female were obviously much younger; their coats shinier and their frames healthier.
As the female approached, he again lowered his head, not wanting to offend the newcomer if she were more of a stickler for rules. She asked who he was, but he was unsure if he should answer, or if he should allow Geneva to serve as his ambassador of sorts. Not knowing, he chose silence rather than offense.
[html] I'm going to move this along, because Stockholm's had something come up and might be absent for a little while. Don't want your joining thread to be delayed!
It was kind of the large man to lower his head when she appeared. Initial shows of respect were something that she took seriously, but after they had demonstrated that they knew the rules she didn't find it necessary for them to stay that way. "I thank you for the courtesy, but you may relax. Don't want you to get a crick in your neck," she said kindly. Savina took note of the scars on his body, noting that they weren't too old. She would need to ask about that. Though she had to admit, it would feel a bit hypocritical considering there were fresh scars that covered her own legs. The hair was starting to grow in and cover them, but they were still quite visible.
When he stayed silent she realized that she hadn't made it clear to whom she was addressing the question. How silly of her. She was used to greeting joiners on her own instead of being called to someone who had already been greeted. Gracefully she reclined back onto her haunches while she studied the wolf before her. "Excuse me, I should have made myself more clear. You may speak. May name is Savina Marino and I'm the Lieutenant General of this pack." She knew it could be annoying having to repeat the same information over and over again, but it was just part of joining a pack.
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As the ebon wolf announced herself as Lieutenant General of the pack, Moose took notice. Such a difference in the land, such a difference in the way thing were ran... would he ever see something that was more familiar? His world was more accustomed to the alphas and omegas rather than the commanders and underlings. Then again, it was just part of it.
With a graceful bow to her, he spoke. " 'Tis mah pleasure ta meet yew Savina. Ah'm Moose, of the Clan o' the walhd. Ah've coom ta this bonnie lan' en search o' a new beginning... a clean slate ef ye whel." He returned to his seated position, wondering how long the pack's judgement took. He had heard tales of other packs that it could time weeks to gain entrance to the land, and even longer for ranking within the pack. As he began pondering this aspect of packhood, he thought of the pack itself. How many strong was it? Were there rivals? The scars on the lieutenent general hinted that there was action of some sort.. and oh how he enjoyed action. Had enjoyed action. He was, however, trying to settle himself back down. Moose had certainly lived up to his nickname of youth in the past year: Moose the Wild. He would like a better one now... perhaps Moose the Content?
Ears at the ready for any reply, he looked towards his superior. Anxiety flooded him, replacing the puppyhood feel from the previous moments.
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She couldn't help but let her smile widen as he spoke in that interesting accent. It was nothing like her own, or any she had ever heard. But then, there really weren't many foreigners in the lands of 'Souls. Actually now that she thought about it, the only ones she knew of were her brother and herself. While obviously from a different culture than that of Italy, it would be nice to have someone from a different place around. "Well, I think you've come to the right place then. This is where my clean slate started as well." There was absolutely no shame in wanting to start anew, whether it was planned or not. That had been the case for her, and for Geneva as well.
"But I do need to ask you a few questions first. I wonder what you can offer to Crimson Dreams? And why is it that you left your former home?" While she understood clean slates, she did need to know at least some of Moose's past. It was all for the safety of the pack. Once again eying some of his scars, she spoke again. "I do not mean to make assumptions about you or your past, but I must say that we try our best to be a peaceful pack. We understand that sometimes things happen, but we like to keep a good relationship with the other packs. So as a representative of Crimson Dreams, you will be expected to behave civilly." Those words tasted a little bitter in her mouth, but they were true. In her mind she had made her own self-inflicted punishment for her slip-up.
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The conversation was taking a turn towards where he wanted--acceptance. He was being felt out and checked out. Moose felt no resentment for her questions, and as much as he had grown to dislike conversation, he found himself enjoying the questions. Finally, someone more to speak to than the elements and the birds (not that they ever talked back, for he wasn't blessed with the gift of low speech). Wolves to make him think, question, and feel. To interact with a be at home with. Home.
" 'Tis na disre'pect ta beh questi'nin meh. Trooth beh told, Ah've been in yer place ma'y times afore. I was tha alpha o' mah pack, but... simpleh poot, mah bro'er und soom loners forced meh oot. Ah've 'ad mah share o' troobles, und Ah'm shure yeh've no'iced mah boomps und brooses. Well, that seemed to answer her second question. As for his skills, they were a little harder to quantify. What would they consider a skill? He was a pretty fair hunter and fighter; hell, he'd done nothing else the last year.
Now to see if they counted that as well. "As fer mah skills, Ah've traveled frae the land o' frozen wastes, und Ah've been wanderin' fer moost o' a year, figh'in' und hun'in ta keep mahsel' goon'. Ah've served as a diplomat o' sorts fer mah clan... pack ye'd say... sa peace is na a problem. Ef yer lookin' fer people with more civilized skills, Ah cannae offer more 'n those Ah picked opp while in my alpha spot. Und Ah tend ta beh a fair joodge o' char'er.... boot tha's aboot et." His tongue felt thicker than normal, and he thought back, trying to remember the time he had spoken so much in one day's time. He couldn't remember.
[html] I have to say, I love your character!
Savina listened attentively as Moose replied to her questions. So he used to be an alpha? That was impressive and admittedly comforting to the fey. It was good to be around someone who understood the duties and stresses that came with running a pack. At times it seemed like those that had never experienced such a position idealized it. Like it was some golden privilege that was easy. While running a pack was indeed a privilege, it was far from being easy. It required a lot of hard work and strong will. The fact that he had experience in that area as well as those qualities was a major plus for him.
It was also a relief to hear that he understood the need to maintain peace and order. They had never really had a diplomat, per se, so that could be quite valuable. If he was able to keep himself alive for a year on his own he must be a good hunter. In her eyes he seemed to be perfectly qualified to become a new member of their family and home. "I must say, I am impressed with you Moose. Your experiences and skills would be a great help to any pack. I think that you would fit in well here. While our titles may seem strict, we really function as more of a big family." She always made sure that those wishing to join were aware of that. To her, it was a very important part of the pack's identity. "If you have any questions for me, please feel free to ask. But I would like to offer you a place in Crimson Dreams."
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ooc: Danka! I'm enjoying your Italian lass as well! And not to seem as though I'm rushing anything, does that mean once I reply I'm good to go post? And no one ever said if he needed to be a were- or if a normal wolf was okay for the pack... I just need clarification so I can update him if need be.
ic: Moose watched intently as Savina formed her words. His heart was set on acceptance, but rejection and denial had become bosum buddies with him over the past year. When she spoke those magical words: "I would like to offer you a place in Crimson Dreams" it was almost more than he could bear. He felt his heart swell with pride and joy. An urge to howl his happiness to the heavens ripped from his maw before he could stop it.
Realizing the ignorance and rudeness, he cut it short, stifling it and snapping shut his foolish mouth. "Och, Ah'm sorreh... Ah.. it's jist been sa lawng..." he pleaded for forgiveness with his eyes, the words not coming to him. His tail wagged against his attempts to quell its motion. "Ah'm jist sa.... 'appy. Und Ah've na' been sa en qu'e sa time. Ah willnae let yeh daown." Questions... they abounded him and escaped him simaltaneously. "Ah've jist one quest'n: which wae is hoom?"
[html] Basically yes! After this I'll post the official "acceptance" message and request for you to be titled up. After that we can either continue this thread or close it down, either works. Oh, sorry about that! Yes, it's perfectly fine for him to be a normal wolf!
Her favorite part about questioning and accepting new members was this: the moment they heard they were welcome. Each wolf's reaction was different, but they were all tinged with that wonderful happiness. It made her feel so good to be able to give someone such a wonderful gift as a home. Having one was so important to her, and she completely understood how it felt to be without one. Being accepted by Naniko those long months ago had been the start of a wonderful new life for her. Savina truly hoped that this would be the same for Moose.
As a joyous howl soared from his throat she couldn't help but smile so broadly and let her tail beat against the snow-covered ground. When he abruptly stopped she couldn't help but give a good-hearted laugh. "No need to apologize! We aren't a bunch of stiffs around here. You can howl all you want!" It was wonderful to see him give such a show of gratitude and happiness. It meant that he was really happy to be here. "I'm sure you won't." The femme really did have a great deal of trust for Moose, even though they had just met. "Depends what you want! In the far Northeast corner of the territory is large human house that many of the pack lives in. Though if natural home is more to your liking, just to the west of the house are many small caves. You're welcome to either them."
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