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Postdated to July 19th, PV's first anniversary!
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Jefferson's first stumble onto Phoenix Valley lands had been both unfortunate and belated. It had been mid-September at that time and he'd been a starved, socially irresponsible freak that had collapsed on the borders without a second thought. His senses had been dulled at the time due to his emaciated body; the brute left his skin-and-bones body on the ground without the mental nor instinctive capacity to know better. Though there had been some dispute between leaders, they had taken him in, fed him, provided sanctuary. He'd never intended to stay. Jefferson, still a loner at heart, had only meant to stay until he could carry himself with a full stomach and then sneak off in the night, but he never had. He developed friendships. He mentored children and adults alike. He was forced into situations and responsibilities he'd never wanted nor expected and sailed through them smoothly. As old as he was, he grew up.
The pack's first birthday, though his arrival was a few months later, sneaked up on him with hardly any notice. Iskata had always been excited for it, as she had everything else, growing anxious for the date even half a year before. She'd always been zealous when it came to the pack she'd founded, a trait her fellow leaders had lacked at first glance and Jefferson himself couldn't bring himself to possess. He had inherited the pack from the fallen Matriarch and her coyote-hating Shaman, forced into a leadership position he'd never asked for but was thrust into despite. Dozens of faces had come and gone in the time he'd spent in Phoenix Valley. All three original finders and their two companions had disappeared, died, or moved onto new and better things. Iskata was dead, Deuce was... well, he didn't much care, and the cyclops had hardly a chance to meet Hel before she'd run off with her mate. As the cyclops stood in the fresh air outside the ranch in a brief lapse of sun between showers, he quietly recalled bouts with Lucifer, his first (rather bumpy) meeting with DaVinci, his conflicts with she-thing Allegro, even his first argument with the olive-eyed dreamer he'd later fall in love with.
Most of them were gone. Iskata, Deuce, Hel; they were gone. Miriette, his own daughter, had left without a single goodbye, even after so much diligence working on the treehouse she'd tried to belong in. Lucifer, that pain in his side, was thankfully out of his hair. And like the rest, DaVinci had parted ways with his pack as well. Jefferson had watched his slow downward spiral; the two had always been rivals of sorts, but hearing from the silver-furred hybrid that he had to depart was heartwrenching even for a stone-faced cyclops. His children had returned to him, if not just briefly (Jefferson had always suspecting Ty was DaVinci's favorite), but not even Ty could bind DaVinci to a pack he could no longer understand or lead. Phoenix Valley probably had no idea he was gone. No, he'd left right before their celebrations could even begin.
The sun would not last long; dark clouds loomed over the ocean and threatened an evening of ceaseless downpour. Jefferson exhaled sunlight deep into his lungs and released a gentle howl into the air. It was no call to action, just a simple reminder. He'd planned some sort of bonfire, but the ground was far too wet from days on end of constant rain, so perhaps a traditional gathering would suffice. There were news to make either way, new faces for the pack to befriend, and a year's worth of days for the pack to celebrate.
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ooc: Xeris has heard of Jefferson but doesn't know what he looks like and hasn't met him yet, so she may seem a little ignorant here. Yay meetings.
Xeris had been walking about, exploring the packlands some more, when she suddenly heard a piercing howl. She wondered if someone was in trouble. Or was it someone calling for attention? When she'd first arrived in Phoenix Valley, Xeris had howled to get the attention of a leader. It had been DaVinci. Thinking about DaVinci, Xeris realized that she hadn't seen the wolf in a while. She'd heard a bit about what he'd been up to from Rendall and Anya, but as of late their news of him had begun to cease. Pushing these thoughts from her mind, she decided to find the source of the howl.
It was not long before she spotted the one-eyed wolf standing alone. He didn't appear to be in any trouble. Xeris had never seen him before. She decided to approach him anyway, curious as always. "Hello," she said softly. "Was it you who howled a moment ago?" The white wolf looked over this unfamiliar male. Something seemed different about him. He had an air of power and responsibility. The numerous scars upon his body made Xeris frown; he had obviously been through a lot. The tinge of red along her own body was a reminder that such terrible things could happen. She decided, however, that it would be best not to interfere with this wolf's privacy too much; a simple introduction would be best.
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That morning was something that eventful for Faler, all in all her wonderful fur and appealing look was the same. Subtracting a few open wounds that have stopped bleeding, they themselves were small. A bite wound to her front leg, some cuts on the far side of her cheek, and other small wounds that is covered by her thick fur. Though the red of her own dried blood is easy to see on her sandy coat. Walking towards a small stream Faler had spent the morning chasing off a troublesome coyote, she has nothing personal against them but coming onto packlands with a hostile attitude. Whipping her tail behind Faler was pleased to find some water, after cleaning what wounds she could reach the taste of her own blood wasn’t her favorite.
Ears twitched at the sound of a howl which meant her water will be short lived, listening she rose her head in the direction. This wasn’t anything she is new to, a howl is more then likely a leader and thus you report. A low sigh emitted from her chest as her body went into motion, red and blue eyes watched everything around her. Normally Faler would have moved much fast though her leg wound, not serious, makes running uncomfortable so a nice trot will do.
The scent of others meet her nose before being pulled into Faler’s lung, their scents meet her before their voices meet her ears or their bodies meet her eyes. Slowing to a walk Faler poked around a bush, she knew mister Jefferson he was after all the leader who granted her a place in their home. Stepping closer to the group Faler nodded respectfully to the man before she reclined on her hind legs. Glancing at the girl the tanned female seen her but the other day. ” Good day mister Jefferson”
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Ty sighed as he awoke to the loud howl of another wolf, by the sound of it, must have been important. Ty had been napping underneath a tree, as he had snacked on a bird. Lumbering to his feet, he held his head high and tried to judge where the howl had come from, to which he quickly deciphered it's direction and slowly lumbered his way there. Of course, this was probably important, but Ty nevertheless took his sweet, sweet time. He wondered what it was that brought them together, nothing ridiculously urgent, the howl didn't sound like it was a life or death situation. Perhaps a simple get together or dinner with the pack or something, Ty didn't quite know for sure, but he was more then willing to go find out himself.
When Ty got to the clearing, he saw two wolves that he knew very well, and one that he didn't know at all. Jefferson was there, of course, the big, tall, brutish cyclops he was. Ty definitely put on a smile for him, as respect and admiration for his elder and former role model, perhaps it was he who called this meeting into order. He then saw Xeris, the wonderful white coated girl that she was, her fur shining blindingly in the sunlight. His tail wagged like an excited dog, two of his favorite people here? This could certainly be some kind of celebration, and what a great thing that would be. But then he noticed the third wolf, who was this person? A strange tan colored wolf with different colored eyes, she definitely smelled of Pheonix Valley, but why hadn't Ty met her? She must be one of the more reclusive members of the pack, Ty realized there were a lot of those. More than half the pack were dedicated loners and non-social creatures, but maybe she came for whatever was here as well.
Ty winced as he felt the scar on his chest acting up again, forcing him to clench his teeth slightly as he came into view. Pushing away the small bite of the wound, he pulled up a light grin and bounded over to where Jefferson stood. Colliding playfully with the large brute, he spoke up with general charm and well mannered grace. "Hey Jefferson!" He said to the leader. "And hello to you too Xeris....what's the commotion about? Who howled? Are we going on a hunt or something? Maybe just a meeting?"
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Asariel's green eyes opened and she blinked tiredly as a howl reached her ears. She sighed softly and rolled off of her side, leaves and small bits of debris clinging to her fur. Oh, what was it this time? Tiredly, the she-wolf pushed herself to her paws --this time she was in her lupus form-- and started padding towards the source of the sound. Maybe it was another pack hunt, who knows? She meandered through the wet forest, the smells of damp and rotting vegetation and the sounds of small critters scurrying through the ground reached her ears. She loved her home, though it had its pros and cons.
The wolfess finally arrived at the source, blinking in mild confusion as she saw Jefferson, Ty, and two others that she hadn't seen before were gathered. "Jefferson?" she said quietly to herself, then she found herself making her way over to Ty. "Hello Ty," she said warmly, "Any ideas as to the occasion?" The woman was indeed at a loss for what could be going on. A pack meeting? Maybe Jeff was putting together another pack hunt? She kept her thoughts to herself as her eyes roamed around the small clearing, damp as it was.
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The howl floated in through open cabin windows and seemed to resound in the husky’s head, over and over. Sitting up, bottle still in hand from the night before, Lysander shook himself out, feeling the pounding reminding him that two and a half bottles were missing from the storage under his floor boards. Tossing aside the empty glass container, and rather shakily he, the silver brute pulled himself up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Barely able to remember what had woken him only seconds before, Lysander moved to the cabin door, pulling it shut behind him as he stepped out into the fresh air. A pack hunt? A meeting? The call hadn’t seemed urgent, but he was up already and so gaining his wits, he moved towards the summoning.
Having paused to splash water on his face and rinse the smell of booze from his breath, Lysander was feeling much more lively when he strolled into the meeting, upright on two legs as per usual. Eyes danced about the gathering, only did he recognize Jefferson from the meeting nearly five months prior and Asariel. This did not surprise him as he hadn’t been about much lately, or much before either. There had been plenty of pack hunts he had by passed and he hoped that a hunt wasn’t the intention of this gathering now. Lysander was able to look perfectly bright and cheery, but he couldn’t ignore the pounding of his head.
Asariel, for a moment he let his grey eyes linger on the only friendly face he knew, and then they darted to the male she stood closely by. Coyly he smirked at her, a knowing glance given to the boy. Lysander had been spending his time outside of the pack, wandering Aniwaya and Dahlia de Mai lands, he hadn’t been keeping tabs on Asariel but it seemed she had made more friends than she could claim at their last meeting. Whether that was a good thing or not, Lysander was undecided. Turning to the leader, he dipped his head quickly, opting to remain silent as he waited to see what others would find their way to the group.
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Xeris looked at the other wolves that appeared. There was only one that she knew well and that was Ty. "Hello Ty. I'm not really sure what's going on." She was thankful to at least have one familiar face nearby. She had been in Phoenix Valley for only a couple months, and there were still so many others in the pack that were strangers to her. Maybe she could at least make some new friends today, once she figured out what was going on.
It took the white wolf a moment to fully realize what Ty had said. Jefferson? she thought. So that's Jefferson...I've never seen him before... Upon realizing that she stood before her pack leader, Xeris--in her lupus form--knelt toward the ground in a display of submission. "Oh, so you are Jefferson Soul...I apologize, I didn't recognize you. My name is Xeris; I was accepted into the pack by DaVinci. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She wanted to make a good impression in front of her superior. If Jefferson had called the pack here, something important must be going on, but Xeris didn't know what that could be...
[html] Geneva emerged from the ranch with careful steps. She had been thinking, something that wasn't out of character for her. But her deep thoughts had been interrupted by the sound of a howl splitting the air. She instantly recognized the voice that belonged to Jefferson and hastened her steps. It was not usual for him to call the pack together, preferring to spend time to himself. She was curious to see who would show up, and why he had called the meeting together. She could discern from the tone of the howl that his business was not urgent, but curiosity propelled the gray-furred woman forward.
Jefferson would always spur her curiosity, she suspected. Although the woman had only spent a small fraction of her life as part of Phoenix Valley, she could not imagine her life any differently. Things would inevitably change, and she would change with them if she wanted to survive. But at the moment, she was very happy. Things were coming to a head, for her. She continued to work hard within the pack, learning new things and gaining new responsibilities, and she had finally confessed her feelings for Jefferson. And he hadn't rejected her. She still found it strange that his feelings mirrored her own, but she would not question that gift.
She came upon the small gathering and her lime green eyes jumped to each face. She was glad to see Ty and smiled in his direction. There were a lot of faces she did not recognize, and the Nuncio was resolved to solve that problem. She made a point to note each individual and would try to speak to each of them later. The woman's face lit up when she looked at Jefferson. The smile that spread her face was different, something solely inspired by and meant for him. She dipped her head in respect for him and decided to stay among the small crowd of others, waiting for Jefferson or someone else to speak. [/html]
Pendzez had been in the fields lately, picking up certain herb looking greenery. He heard of a very common herb that grows around areas, such as Phoenix Valley, that can be a good anti-venom. Common it may be, it is only out in spring, so better now than anytime else. He bent down and picked and picked herbs until he gained a sufficient amount. He had been collecting herbs that were mentioned in some Japanese herbal remedies. He found that some of the herbs can be found here in Souls, if you look closely enough. Pendzez had to make sure that he was way outside boundary lines, since if he did, he would have to provide a good reason. Not to mention that he didn't want to cause the same problems like he did before. He had made sure that he was careful this time.
He collected his herbs and placed them in a pouch that was secured onto his waist belt. He had been wearing it lately since he's been collecting herbs for medical and remedial purposes. In the end, he saw himself as a new Deuce, but a guy. Deuce was a good Shamaness and had a good knowledge of medical purposes, not to mention the medical nature of alcohol. He heard that Alcohol was a good disinfectant when applied, or spilled onto wounds. The effects are very stingy. However, in the end, maybe Pendzez was cut out to be a Shaman instead of a Sentinel. He just have to see what will happen in the future.
He was just some way home until he heard a howl on the wind. It was familiar. A voice of Jefferson? A calling for the pack to gather. What's going on? A hunt or just a meeting? Pendzez began to make his way to where Jefferson was calling from. Getting a clear view, he saw some that he knew and some that he didn't were gathered around the Patriarch, sharing greetings and hellos with each other. Pendzez smiled happily as he joined them in there merriment. "Hello to you all."
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They were a bit overwhelming, his pack. Jefferson didn't mind it; now that Miriette and a few other faces had ventured away with the flow of time, Phoenix Valley had reached a point that lacked any sort of tension. His members were welcoming, smiling incessantly and greeting strangers and friends alike as if they were related by blood. It seemed he was the biggest outcast now, their stony leader. The cyclops maintained a loose control on his pack when it was unneeded; they had their freedom and were grateful for it, and when the time came, he was summoned or attended to the many duties he was responsible for. Jefferson couldn't afford to be full of smiles and butterflies with the workload he bore on his shoulders, especially now that DaVinci had parted ways. Then again, Jefferson had never been much of the welcoming type in the first place, but that was beside the point.
The Patriarch was taken aback by their promptness. It appeared they had developed companionships with each other in his stead, as the cyclops had unconsciously maintained a level of separation from those in his pack. He was a leader: he couldn't afford to get too emotionally involved with the many creatures he was responsible for. However, after each new face arrived and earned a nod of greeting from the beast, his one-eyed gaze always flicked back to Geneva, even if just briefly. Jefferson was faced with a number of the same questions; he hadn't realized his members were so unfamiliar with the concept of leaders howling for their attention, but he hardly dwindled on the thought. For the most part he said nothing but a few hellos despite the questions, maintaining a calm, earthy expression all the while. "To answer your questions, yes, I howled," the cyclops smirked as they began to settle. "There's a few things we have to talk about. Let me start, and then you all can introduce yourselves to each other." Lysander and Faler in particular, of course, since the two were not as well known.
He rolled his shoulders and felt a natural smile lighten his face; strange, how much easier it was to smile suddenly. "Today is Phoenix Valley's first birthday... though none of you was around for the founding, and myself included. Those of you who have been around a while, though... can look back and remember the many faces that have come and gone." His mind searched back, browsing over a dozen different names and faces that were long gone. Iskata stood first and foremost... and his smile faded when DaVinci came next. "Unfortunately, we have to add DaVinci to that list... I'm afraid he's moved on to better things." Or so I hope. The ex-Savant had been miserable. Slowly but surely, misery was stirring anxiety and change in his heart. He had not been the same, free-spirited idiot Jefferson had first met. Green eye glanced briefly at Geneva. "Logically speaking, that puts Geneva as my second-in-command. You'll respect her as you do me... even if she is nicer." He scratched at his neck and allowed them to absorb that material in the meantime.
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Anya had been dozing quietly at the base of a tree when a howl jolted her awake. She got up, stretched carefully, and trotted a ways to the source of the howl... Anya could hear many wolves gathering in the clearing, and figured that the alpha had called together a meeting.
Anya emerged quietly into the clearing, near Ty. She tapped him on the shoulder as a greeting, and perked her ears at the Patriarch's voice. Phoenix Valley's first birthday? Wow. It had seemed to her that the pack had been there for ages.
Anya made a mental note to greet the Patriarch later. Now was the time to listen to him.
The pup had been wondering aimlessly about when she heard a wolf howl, the deepened howl told her it was the Patriarch, she imediatly ran towards it, she soon found herself in a clearing with many other wolves, the grumpy wolf in the middle was telling them about how it was Pheonix Vally's first birthday, she listened intently as she (to the best of her and her legs ability) slinked around the circle and planted her little body next to Xeris.
The pup also spotted Anya and many other wolves that she met within her first month in Pheonix Vally, however she didnt bother them just yet and listened to what the Patriarch had to say, until it came to Da Vinci which the pup quietly buried her head into Xeris' side for comfort, and then continued as best as she could to listen to what Jefferson had to say.
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Geneva and DaVinci hadn't been terribly close, or close at all. But the silvery hybrid had saved her from what she thought was certain death. The silvery hybrid had been fearless, kind, and understanding. She shifted to glance at Ty Nasphrite. The young warrior still had a lot of growing to do, but he had a great start. She could see many qualities she associated with DaVinci in the young lad. He was light-hearted and easy going, but she could sense of a core of steel below his sunny exterior.
The gray wolfess looked back at Jefferson, and she worried, as she always did about him. She knew that the two had been close - an odd couple of sorts. In a different situation, the two males might not have even thought twice about each other, but they had bonded over pack life and shared responsibility. Jefferson didn't let others get too close to him, and she did not want him to close up tightly with the loss of DaVinci.
Geneva was relieved to see the natural smile on his face, a rarity to be sure. He seemed light hearted, and perhaps resigned. But she did not see distress or mistrust on his features. In fact, he might be a little happy. She smiled lightly back at the man, crossing her arms over her chest as he continued to address his pack. Her eyes widened marginally as he spoke his last words, but she quirked an eyebrow before she quipped, "I'll try to work on that, Jefferson."
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Ty's face slightly drooped upon hearing that his father had left for good. It certainly wasn't the best news he heard as of late. He had just gotten back from fighting wars in other countries as a mercenary, sailing, doing honest paying work, only to return home to his father who had decided to leave. Ty looked to the ground and sighed upon hearing this news, for a second, he did really look sad. However, Ty quickly shrugged it off as he did everything else. There was no use crying over something that had already happened, and he couldn't change, the best thing for him to do was move onward with his own life, even if his father wasn't here. Ty had made enough friends here on his own to call this place his home, and he now served as one of Phoenix valley's few soldiers and warriors, he couldn't leave now even if he wanted to.
He looked to Jeff with a bit of anxiety though, Jeff was getting old, would he really be able to handle the pack on his own without his father? DaVinci, as emotionally taxed as he was, helped out many of the wolves that stood here today, or so ty had heard. Each wolf he had talked to had spoken about his father as a great man, making Ty worry about the pack morale upon his leaving. Would DaVinci leaving impact the pack in a bad way? No, Ty couldn't accept that, wouldn't. He'd do what he could to keep the pack together, to keep it strong, he'd try to fill the hole his father had made, not the leadership position, but simply the feeling that someone was there for the others to talk to, to depend on for protection, to be a friend. Ty wanted to simply help in any way he could, and seeing as how his greatest talent was being a warrior, he would use his fighting talents to attribute to the pack, and perhaps when he was older, train a few of the others to fight.
When Ty heard that Geneva was no the sub-leader, Ty had no objections to that, to be honest, Ty wouldn't have pictured anyone better for the job. Geneva had a calm demeanor, a clear head, and a warm personality, something to balance Jefferson's rather brutish manner and asshole attitude, though both were great and esteemed leaders, they would compliment each other perfectly. In Ty's mind, Jefferson couldn't have picked a better sub-leader, a yin to his yang perhaps. He looked Geneva's way and nodded in acknowledgment "I bet you'll fill the position better then my father ever did." Ty said with a small bow to Geneva "And I'll follow you just as loyally as I would follow him."
Turning off the slight sentiment he had in his voice, he grinned his usual charismatic grin and said "So this is a celebration right? A party? Well come on then! We'll have to do something to celebrate!" He got to all fours and wagged his tail. "Perhaps some fun and games? Some feast of some sort? Anything would be fun!" he then quickly regained composure, trying to act older then he was again, he would always mix being mature and being childish, as he was at that age where the two would seem to mix up.
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Addison didn't realize until she arrived that she didn't know a good majority of the members sitting before her father. She stood in the back, having arrived late, listening to what he had to say. She had been outside of the territory, coming back from Dahlia, when she had heard the howl...and it had taken her a little while to get there even at a run. The girl was on four-legs as usual, not having learned to shift yet, one blue and one yellow eye taking in the crowd, then the man at the front.
He spoke of Geneva, noting her as his second-in-command, and her eyes swept to the gray female. She didn't look terribly surprised by this, and Addison shouldn't have been surprised by it either really. Jefferson did spend a lot of time with Geneva, she'd noticed. Addi had been spending more and more time outside of the packlands, though, as the wandering teenager that she was, so she hadn't realized that Geneva would be next in line. It wasn't a bad thing...just a little bit of a surprise. To her it felt like something that brought the gray wolf even closer to Jefferson...which she didn't know how she felt about.
An enthustiastic member to the front vowed loyalty to Geneva but she kept her mouth shut for the time being. What should she say? She already did follow Geneva anyway...She cleared her throat, then spoke. "Yes...congratulations. I'm sure you'll do a good job."
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Asariel kept her spot beside Ty, remaining silent as she observed. There were several faces she did not know, yet some that she did. Ty, of course, Addison, who she noticed in the back, Rendall, Anya, Jeff...She blinked in mild surprise as Lysander showed up. A grin spread across her face as her heart was suddenly lightened. She flicked an ear in Jefferson's direction as he spoke, mentioning Geneva as their new sub leader. She smiled at the female in respect and dipped her head, murmuring a soft welcome. She looked forward to meeting Geneva in the future; she was almost nearly accustomed to the pack and its members, though there was still a part of her that warned to stay away, only because what happened if she didn't fit in? She would spend her days away from the rest of the family and that wasn't how she wanted it to be, not in the least.
She stared, green and blue eyes opened wide as Ty began getting very exuberant, exclaiming that they should celebrate. Well indeed they should, she noted. The pack was officially a year old and though Asariel hadn't been part of it for too terribly long, she felt the need for her lately-troubled spirit to lift. She smiled at Ty, who had now composed himself. "Excuse me Ty, I'm going to mingle a bit," the young woman said as she trotted over to Lysander. A coy grin spread across her face as she plopped herself beside him. "So, Mister Lysander." she said, her eyes glittering with mild excitement. "What have you been up to lately?" It felt...almost homey being in such close proximity with the male. She sighed softly. So confused had she been the last few days after her meeting with the strange man. He was mysterious and she felt automatically drawn to him, but she couldn't help but wonder...
Why?
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Others arrived and Lysander looked over them, taking in the faces for further reference. He would remember them, if only because they were his packmates. He noted that most of them knew Jefferson and as Jefferson announced that a certain female was the second in command most of them politely congratulated her. Lysander himself did not say anything, he merely looked over her and moved on, uninterested but not appearing so. Lysander preferred to be a fly on the wall, a silent participate. He would watch and learn about all of them in turn, while keeping all his own secrets to himself. It wasn't that he purposefully tried to hide anything it was only that he didn't have to be the same person one day to the next, today he was quiet, reserved and aloof. This self suited him as comfortably as the loud, lying, crazy creature he could also be.
It was only when Asariel approached him did he break his silence, a smirk on his maw. He noted that it hadn't been any sort of burden to pull herself away from the male she had been at the side of, and he was quickly forgotten, unimportant. Steel eyes met her's, his voice warm and whimsical. "Hard work, of course." Lysander made a fist, the joints in his fingers cracking. Despite having wanted to know what the purpose of the call was all about, he wasn't too keen on the arranged meet and greet. Eyes wandered over to the others, to make sure their attention was still on Jefferson and Geneva. His voice dropped as he whispered in the lady's ear, making sure that only she could hear him and just barely. "This is boring, you want to go find something more fun?" He smiled and looked back to the others, giving he impression of listening with rapt attention.
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Pendzez looked around, finding that a big group of members, only some which he was friends or acquainted with, including Jefferson and Geneva. He was pleased to see that Ty, Anya, Xeris, and Rendall were there, maybe this won't be as boring he was just recently thinking when Jefferson explained by he called everyone here. It was a pity that he didn't bring his guitar. He would have made some sounds that would go good with this kind of "celebrations". At least now, Pendzez knew when Phoenix Valley was formed.
Pendzez listened to the Patriarch until he was finished with the speech. Now came the intros and hellos. He looked where Xeris was standing with Rendall with her. There was something about Xeris that made Pendzez want to become close with her. She was a lure and Pendzez was like falling for her. However, despite that Xeris may have known of his emotions for her, how did she feel about him? She would say something when she was ready. Right now, Pendzez walked over and a cheerful smile upon her and the pup that was with the white female. "Hello to you both."
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Asariel was quite taken aback by Lysander's question. She cast a furtive glance at Jefferson and absently inched closer to Ly when Jeff suggested they introduce themselves to each other. Normally that would've sounded like a great idea to the woman, seeing as she was always in the mood to meet new wolves. But now she was tempted to stay by the man that she had recently acquired as a friend. Was he a friend? She supposed that yes, he was. She was uneasy about his offer suddenly; how did she know that he meant well? However she reasoned that everyone else that she had met so far had meant her no harm so what made Lysander any different?
She smirked. "Very well," she said breathed in his ear, quietly so he, and only he, could hear. She flicked her tail, twisting an ear back towards the others to pick up snippets of their conversation, trying to make out if they had noticed the two. Momentarily relieved that they hadn't, she turned her eyes back on Lysander and stared at him. He was very complex and whimsical, and she was yearning to figure him out some more. Her worried mind chided her. Remember, he might not mean well.
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