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1. Character Name: Zynex Kosky

2. Character Birthdate (including year): 26th February, 2005

3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Eurasian- Luperci

4. Gender: Female

5. Your e-mail: kouen_koji@yahoo.com

6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): Youakinoshadow-AIM

7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Doctrine

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A shadow cast its haunting veil over the crippled grass. The tender stalks struggled to free themselves, arching painfully under the bulk laid carelessly atop them. Some flicked free, tickling the underside of the fallen beast that cast so great a shadow upon them. The lesser in strength suffered still, finally giving up and laying flat with a burden upon their heads. They were too weak to do anything, too fragile to escape. Fickle things to be laughed at, grass. And perhaps in another time, she would have looked upon the tiny blades and chuckled whimsically.

But alas, this day was not for humor. This day was for mourning. A life left behind in the chasms of the Tundra would be her memories now, and betrayal would forever mar her image of the beautiful place she had called home. Having traveled so far with all the time in the world to think, she could not fathom a reason for these developments. Had she not suffered enough under the rule of the elders? And now her sister… How could she betray her like this? They slept together, lived and breathed together, hunted, fought, had not a bond of loyalty developed between them over the years? Or was her beloved sibling to blinding by her ambitions to ascend the throne that all their time spent together was for not? Her mind favored this explanation, but her heart did not. Too wounded to allow anything else, her heart would not accept this betrayal. Her sibling needed time to asses herself. In the future she would see what she had done was cruel and uncalled for. She would see her paranoia was directed wrongly.

Many a night she had hoped for this truth and been disappointed, chased from her frozen borders by the fangs and claws of her clansmen, now turned hostile by her very scent. Their minds ensnared by the paranoia of her beloved sister. They would follow her every word now, those brainless fools. They would do anything she asked, even kill her if Nahrus was so cruel to allow. And in time, she would…There was no doubt in her mind. The sickness would fester, poison her mind into believing the falsities dripped into her ears. So soon, there would be nothing left of her sister, just a tyrant with the world of ice for her taking.

The wolfess sighed softly, her breast pushing away the fragile blades then slowly drawing them in again to pierce through her armor pelt and tickle the flesh within. She rolled from her side to the sun warmed other, with silver eyes staring absently as the pastel blue. She felt the fleeting rays of the sun as it slipped beneath the horizon, casting a radiant shine to the light empty sky. Hues of orange and violet painted the canvas beautifully, the strokes of their brilliance travelling across the sky until they color ran dry and bled into the lingering blue. Again, the she-wolf sighed, softer this time. Crystal sights flickered from the array of color to the strange structures in the distance, and then lifted to the sky again. It felt so alien here, much too vivid for her liking. Too much glimmer to the twilight when upon the ice, the sun set quickly and shrouded the land in shadow. How much longer before she became used to this place?

How long would it be before she called this place ‘home’? And would the Fates be so spiteful to drive her from here as well?


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Table by James./ Hi!

Winter was approaching, whispers of colder wind heralding its inevitable approach. Still, some warmth remained within these lands. The summer had been a wet, cold one, and so the Savant hoped fervently that the winter would be much more mild in comparison. But only time would tell if her hopes came to fruition. She had only spent one winter in Nova Scotia, and she could scarcely recall the weather. She hadn't paid it any particular mind. She knew that snow had fallen, but she could not recall if there had been flurries and storms. She had been too fragile, too preoccupied to wonder or to worry about those sorts of things.


But time had changed her, healed her, re-molded her into a woman hardly recognized as herself. There were some things that were the same - she was still a quiet, gentle soul. Her voice barely sounded any louder than the southern breeze. She still loved to fade into the background, into the quiet corners of any place, and let her mind turn over words, images, and thoughts. She loved to ponder the secrets of the world, and she was still content to let some mysteries remain. But now there was a strength within her, a confidence that she had been missing when she had first arrived here.


The sun slipped below the horizon and Geneva did not make much of that. The small-boned lady was comfortable moving through these lands at any time of the day or night. She had no sense of smell to aid her, and so her lime green eyes periodically swept the border lands. Some sweet grass still stretched up from the ground, defiant in the face of winter. The pale, smoke colored sub-leader allowed her gaze to wander further, and she focused upon the form of a stranger in the distance. She loped in that direction with an easy grace before she paused a few feet from the stranger. "Can I help you?" she asked mildly.




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So gone was her mind from the present that all else slipped unnoticed. The tiny blades beneath her quivered with another sigh from her tender nose and as she rolled from her current patch to cooler spot, the transition of the day was out of mind as well. The female russet had busied herself with worry for her new place in this world, or lack thereof, and it was not productive by any means.

With the coming of winter, she could not fathom what she would do, where she would live, how she would survive outside the comfortable aura of the pack. This coming would be her fifth year of life, her fourth enduring winter with a conscious effort and her second alone to withstand the hardship. Her will was only as strong as she would allow it, her drive to live on too depended on her inner strength. And yet, it had waned severely in realization of her standing. She was truly alone in this world now. Seasons prior she had persisted to live on in the hopes her sister and clansmen would accept her with welcoming arms again. That this exile was only temporary and her sister would regain her sanity once again. But it felt years since she witnessed a sincere smile, rather than the sneer that marred her siblings amber lips. Such hatred on her behalf. She would never be rid of it so easily, and her word was sound.

Zynex was indeed alone. How much longer was she willing to endure it?

In the twilight, she rouse from her slumbering state without provocation, keeping not reason for her ascend, only that her body was numb from laying on the ground. Upon equally strong, slender limbs she stood, front depressed in practiced grace whilst her spine curved, taut as an arched bow in stretch, then slowly relaxed and was right again. A deep breath in the clear air however robbed her of the pleasant sensation of relaxed muscle for in an instant her form was rigid again. Eyes wide with alarm and hackles risen in threat, she turned her head to sight the origin of the serene voice, both calm and questioning. Hesitantly, a crème colored boot, retreated back. “Who are you?” The inquiry of the dame ignored, for her own suspicions dominated reason. Hastily the female sniffed the air, making the thick scent enveloped on the she-wolf as its similarity with this land. “Is…is this your land?” Again Zynex stepped back, applying more distance between herself and the female should she turn defensive.

How bitter her luck to have her trespass on someone’s property.


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Table by James.


Geneva's lime green eyes did not miss much. She was very dependent upon her vision, as it provided her with the most information. The russet colored stranger seemed uneasy, although she did not seem uncomfortable exactly. And there was something about her manner that suggested that she was tired. It was something that Geneva recognized instantly. She remembered feeling the very same way, worn around the edges and ragged about the spirit.


It had nothing and everything to do with energy and one's outlook. Geneva was a curious spirit, but she was also not a wanderer at heart. She longed to have a home, somewhere to rest and someone to rest with. She could live her life alone, but it was infinitely more meaningful when there was someone else involved. She was no longer afraid to depend upon someone, or to be depended upon.


The russet colored stranger took measured steps back, as if distancing herself from the thought that the lands that she rested upon could belong to someone other than herself. "I am Geneva," she said simply, raising a brow, but her tone remained calm as she continued to assess the situation and woman before her. "Yes, this is my land," she answered, but she spoke again. "But it also belongs to others. We share it. Are you looking for a place to stay?"




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She was being weighed. The female’s eyes were no strangers to scrutiny, nor to the calculating gaze fixed upon her retreating steps, but she did well to ignore the emerald gaze. Her attention was instead set on the land she stood, now hearing confirmation that this was not free domain. An irritant groan seeped from between tightly clasped rubbers and with a bark akin to a sniff, she shot her head down and bit the air near her heels, angry with herself for not taking notice of the scents. But everything was so new to her, she couldn’t tell what was pack and what was the unique aroma of the field. It was all the same to her.

None the less, it was no excuse. This needed to be righted quickly.

Yet despite her want to hasten this encounter into its climax and descent, this land-owner took the next step into her own paws, offering both a name and another inquiry to better understand the exhausted female. She was caught off guard in asked of her intentions. “NO!” She barked suddenly, bracing her claws in the soft ground whilst planting a hind leg further out. An overreaction, one would say. And just as quickly as she exclaimed her lie, she righted herself again, replacing the extending limb back in formation. “Yes…perhaps. I don’t know. I’m just tired of sleeping without cover,” she confessed with a disheartened sigh. And upon her exhale, the she-wolf collapsed to her rear, draping her tail about her paws and dropping her muzzle into her chest. A sign of exhaust and defeat. She just wanted to rest and let the troubles of the past flee her mind for one night.

In the silence, she let the nightly fodder speak for her and took some pleasure in their conversations. As the sun slipped further into the earth, their voices became louder until it was all the female heard, aside from the rush of blood in her ears via the rampant beating of her heart. She made a conscious effort to keep the air opened between she and the other female, not wanting to pollute the space with meaningless words and intentions. Or at least, that was how she would have wished it to transpire. But it was not for her to say. That was not her land, nor her right to act as she pleased in the presence of its owner. If she took anything from the pack conduct of her own clan, it was that.

“My calling is Zynex (sin-x) Kosky.” She broke the silence and clouded the air between them again.



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He was overprotective of the land he dwelt, the land he owned as far as Mother Nature allowed; the boundaries chosen by Iskata and her companions when the pack was first settled were the very same borders that bound the one-eyed monstrosity to his fate. There was no reason for a creature like he to rule a pack, to administer directions and ensure the safety of adults and whelps alike he might have once killed and mutilated out of sheer madness had it only been a few years in the past. Here in present day, however, he was Jefferson: the three-legged cyclops who was only a shadow of what Maluki had been, both in his youth and madness.


And as Jefferson, he was Phoenix Valley's guardian. What happened within his borders were more than his business, they were his lifeblood. The continuous flux of ingoing and outgoing faces that he often was barely given the chance to acquaintance were what appeared in his dreams, most of which were incomprehensible. One could not rule a pack without knowing what kept the pack alive; members, their faults and their strengths, were always on his mind. Even when he avoided them physically, they still existed mentally as a torrential headache.


In his wanderings, he recognized the scent of Geneva mingling with that of a stranger. There was no suspicion, no cause for alarm aroused for the gimp: he trusted his subleader -- and mate, somehow -- with whatever stranger was darkening their borders like so many others had as of late. It was not until he heard a rather sharp, sudden shout that the fur on his neck bristled and his instincts kicked in. He spun on his heel without second thought, returned towards the sound's source, and simply appeared before them. Arm in its sling and single green eye critically affixed on the stranger, his grumbling voice rose from his throat. "I'm sorry," the Patriarch murmured bitterly, gaze unshifting from the foreign girl, "I thought I heard my name."



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Table by James.
This is short & crappy but I wanted to get something up! <3

The strange russet woman was out of sorts, of that much she was certain. Her weariness now was well-defined in the Savant's eyes. The way she held herself, and even the way she spoke hinted at the heaviness that must be weighing her down. She seemed like she did not even want to talk to Geneva at all.



Her words were abrupt, and loud. But then she settled some. Geneva locked eyes with her face, concerned that there must be something more imminently wrong with the russet female. Geneva was not worried for herself, but her curiosity about this stranger had quickly morphed into concern. However, she seemed to collect herself and speak in a more reasonable tone.


Before the gray lady had a chance to answer her, Jefferson swiftly arrived on the scene. She realized that it was probably Zynex's rather sharp outburst that had brought him about. The Savant stayed where she was as it became apparent that Jefferson was not going to jump to conclusions. The one-eyed Patriarch had a protective streak a mile long, but she also knew that he trusted her to handle herself at the borders. Even though Zynex had not provided Geneva cause to worry, it warmed her heart to know that Jefferson would always have her back.

"This is Jefferson; he leads here," she said for Zynex's benefit, nodding toward the male. Geneva herself was in her lupus form, more comfortable patrolling at night in her first form. "You are welcome to stay here for the night, if you are peaceful; however, if you wish to have a more permanent home, we would need to know more about you."



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As expected, her behavior was rewarded with concern and as it were, caught the attention of another native to this land. A two legged wolf to be exact, bounding toward them with more haste than the female would have liked to witness. Again, she felt the fixed gaze on her head and involuntarily, her lips quivered in irritation. She was a stranger that much was apparent, but was all this necessary? She held back the inquiry from her tongue and settled for tearing deeper into the earth; her only means of self restraint. His poor excuse caused her eyes to roll. “I don’t even know your name,” she answered honestly, her voice taking no particular inflexion. “How would I or she have called you?” Truth be told, she could have done without his presence, for as he stood, she was reminded more of her sibling in the Tundra and the subtle prejudice she held for her but would never expose. How fortunate that Nahrus was able to ascend to two legs when she pleased and Zynex could not.

From beneath her brow she cut her eyes sharply from the towering male to the still soft-spoken woman. Gevena was her name, right? Her offer visibly relaxed the bristling she-wolf and for once she was able the breath a truly relieved sigh. The weight of worry near dissipated from her face, but the hardened expression face way to the fatigue poorly veiled behind a mask of strength. She looked much older now, the true face of one nearing their fifth year coupled with the effects of a taxing life forced alone in the wild. A single night of peaceful sleep would do wonders.

“I doubt my presence would be wanted longer,” she admitted softly, rising to all fours and releasing her deathly hold upon the earth. “But I would be grateful for a night’s rest.”

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Argh, he went luperci because I honestly could not tell what form you guys were.


It wasn't often that his bitter sarcasm was met with equally bitter sarcasm, but evident by the cyclops' still, piercing stare, he was not impressed by her response. A stranger wanting to stay the night, take advantage of his borders and the Patriarch's guardianship -- and yet she was comfortable making wise remarks in response to words he hardly put any offense behind. After all, Jefferson knew how to cut down a creature with words -- and he had only begun to fight.


"Charming," he mumbled blandly, suddenly losing all interest in being there. Boring. Every joiner was the same: needy with their own flavor of attaining their wants. The last member to truly impress Jefferson upon joining because she was kindly and well-mannered had been Xeris, or so he believed; the cyclops took a lot of pride in having that white wolfess around. As far as he was concerned, she was a model of behavior for the rest of them.


She continued with her whiny, sappy speech as she pushed herself off the ground; Jefferson could only release a quiet, restrained sigh. Why did his pack always attract the loonies? "You keep bitching like that and you can believe you'll get a hearty kick off my land," the cyclops grumbled before Geneva could make with the nice. He was aware that this stranger would likely throw everything back in his face, and if so, then she would be thrown out accordingly. He had no patience for rudeness and disrespect hiding the true face of need. "If you want to stay, ask. We're not dropping to our knees and begging. If you have skills that we can use, then we have space for you to stay as long as you need or want. That's the bottom line."


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Table by James.

Trust Jefferson to get right to the heart of the issue, especially using his razor sharp tongue. Geneva winced a bit at his crass use of language. She found the use of such language distasteful, and so she did not use foul language liberally. Funnily enough, it was usually Jefferson who loosened her tongue and tempted her to use single-syllable four-letter words the most. She didn't judge him for it; however, it wasn't her favorite thing in the world to hear.


Her eyes turned from the Patriarch to the russet colored Zynex, although she did not say anything to negate his words. These were indeed his lands, and she would not undermine his authority in front of a stranger. She trusted him implicitly, and despite his colorful use of language, she agreed with him. He had laid out the bare bones of the matter for Zynex, and now it was up to her to choose what she wanted to do.


She shrugged her shoulders a bit and smiled a bit ruefully at Zynex. It really was her decision. She could at least rest for a while, and then decide what to do in the morning. Despite the Patriarch's acerbic tone, he had not retracted the invitation for Zynex to stay the night, at least to get her bearings.





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What had she done wrong now to warrant this kind of hostility? Hadn’t she made her wants clear enough? Or was the male too thick minded to hear her clearly? Despite his jab to her behavior, she breathed calming, stifling the growl brimming at her clasped lips and further sinking her claws into the earth. “I don’t understand what ‘bitching’ is,” she admitted coldly, her tail slapped against her thigh, freeing itself of an annoying kink. Her tolerance for hostility when it was unjust was nil. Why endure when she had only spoken the truth to either of them.

Her muzzled lifted from her chest and a single silver eye fixed itself upon the Alpha in plain sight. Nothing was withheld. “I had already stated my decision to Geneva. I requested a night’s rest, that is all. I didn’t ask that you ‘drop to your knees’, nor am I insisting it, sire.” She exhaled again, slower this time as if draining the rigidity from her stance through flared nostrils. She relaxed visibly but still her stance remained irritated. She frowned slightly in thought. Would all encounters with wolves be this way? Or was it only the two-legged walkers that acted like this?

Zynex continued shifting her sights between the heads of this nameless pack. “I don’t even know these parts well enough to assess if I want to stay here. I have been banished from ice and snow, not fragrant fields. How was I to know this field was taken when there is nothing but its own odor to tell me otherwise? But if my ‘bitching’,” her gaze drifted to the Alpha, “as you say, or my explaining is tiresome to your ears, then I’ll not divulge my situation further. I just want a place to sleep for once without being picked at by fodder. I mean no trouble to you or your lands.”

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You are not accepted yet; you should not be posting in the Thread Requests forum. As it is right now, she may not be accepted.


While Geneva remained silent, the stranger shifted from bitching to all-out contempt; some sort of gloomy, immovable darkness resided within her that clearly she had little concern of and was making no attempts at fixing this. Jefferson's temper, something he had once been somewhat famous for, was not at all provoked. The girl's words and demeanor were too ignorant, too useless to shift anything in his personality other than the usual sarcasm and bitterness.


In addition, this girl still had not proven herself to be anything but an ignorant bitch, hardly even worth a thought about staying overnight. Jefferson breathed in and exhausted a long sigh; her words, going on and on, buzzed in his ears like a bug he might have clipped his jaws around and swallowed on any other day. He was tired of listening to her, tired of watching her beat herself up, tired of hoping Geneva would give up and take off, not try to be kindly as she always was, but that was a defeated concept. "Yeah, yeah, I got that," he groaned, then adopted a sickly-sweet, obviously forced smile. "Okay, then. You have my godly permission to bask in the euphoria that is my packlands for a single night, sugar. Come morning, I expect you high-tailing your rotten ass out or I'll be the one endangering it."


He glanced at Geneva briefly. "Don't you try to pull something, either. Let's go." He turned sharply, back against them, and started away at his usual, unprovoked pace.


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Table by James. A little bit of PP to get things rolling in terms of the passage of time. Please PM me if this isn't cool and I can edit. Smile


Jefferson turned to exit the scene, but not before he turned his acerbic tongue on her. She kept her features neutral. Jefferson was well within his rights to issue her an order, but that did not mean to had to like it. However, she kept their present company in mind and kept her features schooled so as not to betray her thought processes. Overall, she did not disagree with the Patriarch. The underlying message of his words, nevermind how he decided to deliver them, made perfect sense. It was just that Geneva was much more able to connect with empathize with others.


She turned and followed Jefferson, leaving Zynex to find her rest and collect her thoughts. Once they were far enough away that Zynex was no longer in sight, the gray female broke the evenness of her stride by drawing closer to Jefferson swiftly. She pressed her flank against his leg and turned her head to nip his knee playfully before drawing away. It was an insubordinate act, and would have been highly inappropriate if they only had a working relationship. She had teased him often enough about his way of dealing with things, although she noted, "You're getting better at holding your temper." The words were both impressed and teasing.


She threaded her way through Phoenix Valley, stopping briefly to herd the livestock into their pens, before retiring for the night. The dark hours passed swiftly for her. Her eyes opened just about a half hour before the sun rose. Her internal alarm always woke her at right about this time. The woman rose and stretched, arching her back downward like a bow before she slipped out of the door of the ranch. She loped easily across the territory, heading straight for the spot where they had left Zynex. The russet woman seemed like she would be an early riser, or at least that was what Geneva hoped.

"Zynex?" Geneva called when she was a few feet shy from where they had parted ways.


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ooc:The transition was perfect. : ) But would it be alright to have Geneva and Zynex talk for a bit before Jefferson shows up again?

She was too tired for this. It had simply come down to the female not wanted to be among either of them at the moment. If his tongue was any sharper to her, she was in her right mind to rip it out of that tattered mouth of his, consequences be damned. But what sense she was blessed with kept such threats at bay and with lips sealed securely she only rolled her eyes at the retreating form of the Alpha, his female in tow.

Zynex kept her sights trained to them until their forms melded with the shadows and not but their scents lingered. She deemed their absence and chance to move and without worry of their return, she wandered further onto the plain seeking shelter. A hollow was more than enough coverage for her, as long as it was something to give protection until the morn. With sluggish steps she wandered to an abandoned burrow beneath a fallen tree, too small for her liking, but it would do. Hastily she dug away the earth, deepening the hole to accommodate her large form and slipped inside with as quickly. The fit was snug, enough to envelop her wholly and leave room for her head to remain outside.

Eyes captured by twilight stared blindly into the velvet night, watching the subtle roll of the grass under each breath of wind. She tilted her head slightly, a whimsical smile on her face despite the events which transpire but a few moment’s ago. She breathed deeply the foreign air, inhaling through opened maw and flared nostrils to taste the air and commit it to memory. It was peaceful here. Even with the chatter of the nightly fodder she found comfort in this place, her willingness to relax confounded her, but made her want more of it just the same.

But given her encounter with the heads, she had already given up hopes of staying longer. Already she disliked the Patriarch, and Geneva was simply tolerable given her willingness to understand. The Alpha’s attitude was beyond her, not even the elders were so arrogant to act like jerks to strays who wandered into their land. More often than not wanderers were rejected, but with a grace that left no emotional or physical scar. The elders spoke of their wants and ambitions for the pack, their intentions, and inquired what the wanderers had to offer. But wasn’t that what the Alpha had done with her? In so many crudely spoken words, yes. And this the dame could understand. But what more did he want from her? Was he hoping she would want a home here? Was he expecting her to ‘beg’, as he put it, and plead that she be allowed? The she-wolf couldn’t see what reasons she had to remain here. Her skills were lacking, her rigorous teachings from the clan were buried deep and not so easily worn away. She clearly was not cut out for this…so why try?

And as the thought circulated in her tired mind, Zynex heard the voice of her sister laughing at her dismay. Darkness consumed her...

Dawn was on the horizon, the first of many thoughts to inhabit the waking mind of the she-wolf. Alas it was not the gentle speak of the field nor the shimmer horizon, but a voice on the wind hailing her from slumber. Her muzzle stretched in a wide yawn as Zynex pulled herself from the burrow and into the waking world. Without a stretch she rushed from the hole to the pastures she had laid the day before, expecting the company of both Alpha and hid subordinate. Though none but the veil of sleep showed on her face, she was indeed elated to see the emerald eyed she-wolf. She offered a gentle wag, dipping her head courteously in greeting. “Good morning.”

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Table by James. Sure, although it would be good ICly for Zynex to have positive interactions with Jefferson too Smile

Geneva was glad to see that a night of rest had done Zynex some good. Her eyes swept over the ice-eyed woman as she assessed her. Her body language was much different thing morning, and the tone of her voice had changed perceptibly. Geneva was glad to note these positive changes, if only for Zynex's sake. She remembered all too well the weariness of the unending road.


"Is it?" Geneva asked, half smiling. She approached the russet female, still in her four-legged form, and claimed a place to sit about two yards away. It was a comfortable distance. Geneva could see the entirety of Zynex's body, and she was also able to maneuver herself if she felt the need to. Plus, it also allowed Zynex with some space if she felt uncomfortable.


She nodded once, and began to speak. She could sit in silence comfortably, but she did not know this woman well and felt that there were things to be addressed. "I know that our interaction last night must have been somewhat...tense," she said, trying to find a suitable word. She decided that she might as well cut directly to the chase. "Jefferson will not apologize for his words or the way he acted," she said, although she was certain that Zynex had probably thought about that.

"I will not apologize for him either," she went on to explain. "Although his tone was less than cordial, he spoke the truth. And, that's just the way he is," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Geneva had grown used to him, and she valued his input, observations, and efforts. He had trouble expressing himself, but that was easy to overlook.


"Jefferson leads here, and he leads well. He's a little rough around the edges, but he is a good protector and provider. He does very much to provide for our pack." Her lime green eyes shifted across the lands for a moment before returning to rest upon Zynex again. "This is Phoenix Valley; we're a small, close knit pack. There are those of us who are luperci; I am one. We live in old human structures, but also in caves and dens as well. There's a balance in our way of life. We keep livestock, but hunt as well. We do what we can to keep each other safe and happy." Geneva took a breath, honestly curious now. "Would you tell me a bit about yourself, and what brought you here?"


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With the new day came the chance of rebirth, a time to start anew and begin a day without worry. Or so this had come to be the female’s outlook to each day that was given to her. And in this routine, she was in better spirits. The dew of sleep still clung to her eyes by the corners but with a careful bat to either side she was able to see more clearly, even with the pale, growing light. Politely she kept her ears attentive to Geneva and she spoke of the night before even though Zynex would have liked to forget it all together. ‘I’d rather not talk about it,’ she prepared herself to say but kept her lips closed out of courtesy. But as the female went on to explain about her leader, Zyn was finding it harder to keep silent and was more inclined to interrupt and made her own thoughts heard.

“I don’t expect either of you to apologize,” she answered honestly, quietly then clasped her lips under a tight lock again. As Geneva had brought herself to sit, Zynex remained standing, perhaps waiting for her usher from the plains. She learned enough from Geneva to tell this pack of theirs was a developed one for the russet had never heard of wolves herding and keeping animals, or living in human accommodations. It sounded farfetched to her ears, but an explanation was given in a single word, dubbed Luperci. Instinctively her lips quivered as an image of her sister danced across her mind. Zynex shuffled back a step, applying more distance between herself and Geneva. Now she wondered if all the wolves of their pack were two-legged walkers.

Her hardened gaze fell to the ground as she was asked about herself, uncertain of what would be appropriate to speak of and what should be withheld. She wasn’t planning to verbalize the novel of her troubled life, but perhaps enough to give insight to her situation. “I should start with why I am here. I was exiled by my sister. She believed that because she ascended the throne of our clan I would try and steal it from her. But please let me explain why. My family…my clan is based on a Matriarchal hierarchy, but when the Alphess passed on, the elders requested my mother…our Duchess take her place. But she was old, my sister was supposed to take her place but when I was born there was a conflict. My sister and I were raised to fight each other constantly for right to the throne. We were taught to be leaders, and because of this we knew no other life. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t know what else to do, but when my sister was able to stand on two legs and nearly killed me I didn’t want part of the training anymore.

“By technicality, I forfeit and my sister took the throne. Her first act was to run me from my home two years ago. I have been trying to get back ever since, but the warriors are loyal to her, and like her, they walk on two legs and are stronger than I am. I know nothing but how to hunt.” She breathed deeply, flicking a pale tongue across her chops to lubricate them. “I have tried to teach myself other things. I have just taught myself to fish…but that’s as far as my attributes go.” She smiled faintly. “My clan wasn’t keen on teaching, rather having us learn from our own experiences. It would be refreshing to hear that not all packs are like that.” How true those spoken words.

“But if I may,” she quickly turned the attention to the dame. “Do all members of your pack walk on two legs? And is that what gives you the advantage to live in human dwellings?”

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As Zynex's story unfolded, Geneva listened closely. She could tell that Zynex's sharing of her tale did not come without difficulty. She supposed that it must hurt to be exiled from one's home. She knew that it hurt to leave home, a place of love and memories. She knew that pain too well. But Geneva had not been driven away by any physical, thinking being. Geneva had left because all that remained of her old home was dust that robbed the place of any meaning.

Her attention sharpened when Zynex began speaking of wolves who walked on two legs. There was distrust in her voice, a sort of fear or dislike. She did not know Zynex and so she could not separate the two. The Savant did not wait long to answer Zynex's questions. "Many of our number can walk on two-legs; those of us who can are known as luperci. I have the ability to change my shape as well," she said. She wondered if Zynex thought of all luperci in a way shaded by negativity. She could not blame her, based on her experiences, but she would address the point anyway. "I was born with the ability to shift to two legs through my father's genetics; however, my mother was as you are. It is possible to obtain the trait in other ways. But like any other creature, I have the ability to choose my own path, to make my own choices regarding my actions."

The gray lady cleared her throat, then smiled a bit ruefully at the russet female. "I did not have many skills I thought were useful when I arrived here, although I joined a different pack when I first arrived. I could read and write; I knew stories, and I could decipher my position if I could see the stars." She recalled when she had met Savina and Naniko at the border lands of Crimson Dreams; she had been a poor excuse for a mess. "I have no sense of smell," Geneva divulged to the woman. "I was a poor huntress and could barely provide for myself. But experience was a good teacher to me. I am certain that the skills you have learned and will learn in the future will benefit you and those you choose to be with."


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With some hesitation, Zynex adhered to the words spoken by the Savant female. Though it was not out of disrespect that her attention wavered, but from the disappointment in having her fears realized; a majority of two-legged walkers. And in her eyes, it meant a clan full of those akin to her sister and Jefferson, most likely with the same attitudes and outlooks. Discouraging indeed.

However, a bit that intrigued her was Geneva’s origins to her mutation. It was passed from the parent? Other means as well, but Nahrus had never been outside of her sight long enough to encourage contact with another to receive this curse. And it wasn’t as though she was trying for it. Innately and without provocation, she just stood up and lunged for her. Did this mean that the insatiable power was derived from either of their parents? And if so… “If my sister can stand, does that mean I can as well?” She asked, genuinely curious. “Our clan has never spoke of Luperci, nor told us how to stand. It just…happened. I want to know if it will happen to me as well.” The female was beside herself with worry, so much so that she near disregarded Geneva and her tale of her own endeavors. Hastily the russet clasped her lips, dipping her head in apology but still the worry was evident on her face. She waited with forced calmness before daring to speak again, somewhat more enlightened.

“What I will learn...” she began with a puzzled frown. “Does this mean you have personnel designated to teach?” The hardened look to her eyes gave way to hope. “I could…One could learn even…basic essentials from others like myself?” And by ‘herself’, she meant the four-legged walkers. Trust was not so easily given to those who wronged her, physically or not.


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Surprise bloomed in Zynex's face as she absorbed the Savant's words. It was strange, but Geneva thought perhaps that she saw a glimmer of hope in the russet woman's eyes before she spoke again. Geneva's ears pricked forward as the russet colored femme shared her thoughts once more. The gray sub-leader found herself to be very curious about this stranger.

"I do not know if you have the ability," Geneva said honestly. There wasn't a way for her to find out. Geneva did not want to ask questions about her old home, feeling that she had learned enough about the structure that Zynex had grown up in. For now, anyway. But Geneva was certain that her parents would not have kept that sort of secret. "Your sister probably acquired the ability."

Geneva thought for a moment. "The structure of this pack is probably very different than the one you are used to. We teach each other what we can, and there are those charged with teaching certain skills." Geneva was not usually impulsive, but she felt the need to add the last bit. "I think that you seem responsible, and so if you are welcome to stay if you want to, and if you are willing to help where you can." Geneva smiled, recalling the first impression Zynex must have gotten of her. Geneva was usually a meek woman, but there was a core of strength within. "I am the second-in-command of this pack, and it is in my power to offer this to you."


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Instead of a direct answer, Zynex was met with uncertainty, but for the most part, she was not upset by this news. Rather she be uncertain than to have her expectations raised and suffer disappointment. A surprise would have been better, or remaining ignorant would have sufficed as well.

But returning thought to the pack standards, there was an amount of organization that her pack did not exhibit, it sounded like. Much more willing to aid in the stability and growth of others. It sounded very appealing to her, but there was some speculation whether or not this was trying within the pack, or if it was just something nice to tell her for the impression. She would never know unless she experienced it for herself.

And an invitation followed thusly. An ear twitch in mild shock whilst her tail had a difficult time not showing some enthusiasm. It held slightly interest to her to hear that Geneva’s position was not on par with the Alpha’s, but none the less please she had the authority for this offer. A good deal was not something she was raised to pass up. She offered a small smile and a simple nod. “I am willing to help if I can. I would like to stay here.”

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