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POSTED: Sat Sep 08, 2012 2:45 am

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He found himself returning to the forest every few days. He would wander from the rocky eastern shoreline and into the thick woodland, and it was only the flower-and-clay smell of the pack that stopped him short of coming too close to the borders where he might be discovered. Nevertheless, he would stop and linger, staring silently and half-hoping that he’d cross paths with one of his former comrades—or with <i>her.</i>
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The memories choked him, and Levent sank down onto the forest floor. He grabbed a fistful of loamy soil and tilted his hand, letting all the dirt drop down, but even that gesture reminded him too much of the graves, and he wiped his hand on his creamy chest before half-curling into a ball. He was vulnerable, sitting there, fighting off sobs, but for the pair of yellow eyes shining from the tree above him. The cat perched there, parting his jaws to drink in the air and make sure nothing would wander across the wolf; if he did smell something, he’d leap down and distract whoever was coming, usually by leading them on a chase, until it was safe to come back.
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Wilson grew impatient and angry, but he stifled his emotions and only sat beside his companion once he’d returned from distracting a wayward fox. He brushed his head under the man’s hand and purred encouragingly as Lev came to, stroking his white fur and smiling brokenly. <b title="I really am a fool.">“Ben gerçekten bir aptalım,”</b> he whispered, but the tomcat only shook his head and pressed against him.
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Maybe he was a fool—but the man <i>missed</i> the d’Artisans, all of them, with a ferocity he couldn’t just set aside. He hadn’t proven himself to Skye yet, hadn’t let Vasiliy take him out on a boat and cure him of his phobia, hadn’t kept his promise to be there for Eclipse.
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Hotaru, of course, he missed most of all.
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The Turk finally tore himself away and wandered away from the pack boundaries. He found a great tree in the midst of the span of forest, sitting down against his trunk and throwing his satchel high into the branches as usual, before dipping his headband down to cover his eyes. He leaned his head back and tried to fall asleep, as the cat curled up in his lap and kept watch, a ferocious affection in his eyes as if he could slay the bad dreams that would inevitably come to his dozing companion.

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POSTED: Sat Sep 08, 2012 2:00 pm

ooc: Your posts are way better than mine! I think you know this but Edgar will meet Hotaru and Shawchert soon.

The Brittany walked through the woods, examining how perfectly the light shone through the crisp green leaves up above; he could find beauty in almost anything. There were some new drawings in his notebook, one of them was an accurate portrayal of the grumpy coyote he had met last night approaching him and another were the mysterious dark eyes of a collie named Jordyn. He had never found out his name, the coyote's, since he didn't know how to spell it. It was interesting thinking about all of the lone luperci that wandered around these woods and how all of their stories were so different from one another. Edgar wondered who he would meet today. He stopped wondering when he saw a lone wolf with a brown and black coat lying against a tree. The artist approached him, his goose noisily waddling behind, and curiousity in his eyes. Edgar stood near the luperci, not sure if he should leave him alone or stay and greet him. There appeared to be a watchful little feline curled up in his lap; it's eyes on the goose mainly. Edgar's pet was the first one to greet the pair, she waddled up to the cat and extended her neck to examine it; she was a very intelligent bird.

POSTED: Sat Sep 08, 2012 5:55 pm

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The feline noticed the stranger before Levent did, and it was his quiet hiss that woke him from his troubled, light sleep. Standing before him was a luperci—unmistakably dog, with his patched fur and humorously floppy ears. For an instant, Lev’s hand groped in the grass for the bag he’d tossed into the tree, knowing that he was weaponless—but the dog was hanging back in a way that suggested uncertainly. He seemed to be only boy, too, and while boys could be as mean as anyone, they were rarely dangerous. Noting this fact, the Turkish wolf relaxed, about to greet him when he noticed the goose.
</p><p> Levent was no stranger to the Canadian breed, with their distinct white-cheeked dark heads and brown plumage. Normally, they were little more than a hassle, dominating ponds and standing their ground against most luperci although a loud noise frightened most of them off into a cacophony of honks and flapping wings. This one showed no such cowardice, instead waddling forward and stretching her long neck out to the tom, who hissed again and jumped backwards to squeeze between Levent and the tree.
</p><p> <b>“I thought you <i>ate</i> birds, arkadaş,”</b> Levent admonished gently, trying to smile. He glanced at the goose and made a sound he understood to be greeting among waterfowl, although he didn’t know their tongue as well as he did predatory birds. A hand stretched out curiously, and he’d pet the goose if she allowed him. Once that greeting was over, though, he looked up and smiled at the boy again. <b>“I’d say you had strange taste in friends, but that’d probably be hypocritical of me.”</b>



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POSTED: Sun Sep 09, 2012 3:13 pm

ooc: Thanks :)

The bird took a step back as the cat appeared to almost be afraid of her, this wasn't the typical reaction from most felines when she got close to them. Edgar smiled at the wolf, unsure of what he was saying. He knew that it wasn't something rude, he could see the welcoming smile on the wolf's face. The luperci watched as the man appeared to be communicating with his pet. She replied to the stranger's call with a similar noise, her eyes focused on him. It wasn't often that others called out to her, since she didn't live in a flock of her own kind. The dog knelt down and held out his hand to the stranger after he had said something else that he couldn't guess the meaning of, a friendly grin still on his face. He felt as if this man had experienced the loss of a loved one recently, he knew that look of trying to hide sadness; he had seen it many times before. Edgar took out his notepad and wrote, I'm Edgar, I was born without the ability to hear that was a nicer way to put it, he had gotten very tired of having to use that word... what a nice cat you have, may I pet it? He gave the notepad to the stranger for him to read. He wasn't sure if he should ask him if there was something wrong, he'd probably get to that later.

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Levent was amused by the antics of goose and cat, but he continued to watch the dog out of the corner of his eye even as he turned to soothe the rather grouchy Wilson. He was beginning to explain to the goose, in rather stunted low speech, that while he might make friends the cat wouldn’t, when the boy grabbed for a notepad suddenly and began to write.
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A less civilized luperci might have thought the dog was crazy, but Lev only frowned momentarily and waited patiently until the writing was finished. He’d already leaned forward slightly and took the writing pad when the dog offered it to him, his blue eyes scanning over the words in silence. Realization dawned on him, and he nodded quickly to acknowledge the first statement: the dog, Edgar, was deaf. It was a tragic disability in most parts of the wilderness, as not many of the more feral luperci would survive. Seeing deaf luperci in Europe was a bit more common, especially in places where a standardized sign language had developed, but unfortunately Lev didn’t know any of this—and so he was glad for the writing.
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He posed the question to Wilson in a calm meow, and the cat seemed to understand what the situation was. With one last uncertain glance at the goose, he slinked out from behind his friend and approached the boy, his tail raised high in friendly greeting before rubbing his cheek against the boy’s arm. Meanwhile, the merchant started to scribble down his own words—praying that Edgar would be able to read his absolutely sloppy penmanship. He slowed down enough to make it legible, though, and handed it to him:
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<i>I am Levent, and the cat is named Wilson.</i>


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POSTED: Wed Sep 12, 2012 10:51 pm

Edgar watched as the man appeared to be communicating with his pet again, he wished that he could communicate with him; then he wouldn't feel so lonely when he didn't have the presence of another luperci, or cat in Element's case, nearby. The goose was just a little too full of herself to listen to much of what the wolf was saying, but she had understood most of it. The boy hadn't had much of a chance out her; he was sensitive, sweet, deaf and too trusting in others, and to some he was considered "useless". It was a miracle that he was still alive, but Edgar didn't think so, he just thought that the wild wasn't too bad of a place when it really was. Whenever danger came near him, he had this way of just slipping right past it; he'd gotten very lucky many, many times. The luperci was taught only a small amount of sign language by the wolf that had also taught him to write and draw, just enough to have a small conversation and ask questions to someone who knew it well. Edgar didn't know the names of any other place but Paris, Illinois. Everywhere else was either woods, beach, north, south, east or west; nothing too specific. He had hoped to learn of more places in the world once he joined a pack though. The canine thought that he should ask him about the pack he knew was nearby that smelled very flowery ask the cat rubbed against him. His fear of cats went away as soon as he had met another cat with the name of Element. There was a detailed sketch of Element writing out his name in the sand in his notepad just a page-flip behind the one that the loner was currently writing on. Edgar affectionately scratched around the feline's chin. He stopped to read what the male had written. Levent, do you happen to know anything about the pack that's up north from here? Edgar was referring to Cercatori D'Arte, but he didn't know the name of it yet. He wanted to make sure if the pack was safe for someone like him to join.

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Levent smiled calmly as he watched the normally grouchy, reserved tom let the dog boy pet him. He predicted the moment when the cat tilted his head to let his favorite place on his chin be better scratched, and he knew that the spaniel should be able to feel Wilson purring even if he didn’t hear the low, tremulous little rumble. As soon as the boy went back to writing, though, the cat trotted back to the Turkish luperci and curled up happily in his lap, at ease now that they had company he didn’t consider a threat.
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The writing pad was passed back to him, and Lev read over the words before thinking in silence. When he realized just what the pack north of them was, though, a brief frown crossed his features, and he hesitated before putting the writing utensil to paper. <i>Cercatori d’Arte,</i> the man spelled out very slowly, not sure if he was spelling the Italian name correctly. Spelling errors notwithstanding, at least it was a bit more legible this time as he slowed down, each looping letter attended to carefully. <i>It is a pack of merchants and artisans. Many members have skills like singing or drawing or carving, and others trade or care for livestock and protect the pack just like in any other. </i>His blue eyes lifted curiously to the other’s youthful face and floppy ears, and he smiled a bittersweet smile before handing the notebook back.

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<p>The luperci took note of the man's expression as he politely took his notepad back from him; it looked as if he were trying to cover up sadness. Edgar usually picked up on emotions very easily, having no sound to distract him from focusing more on images. The male's face brightened as he read over the response from Levent. Since the wolf had known about the pack, and he described it to be a perfect place for artists, he would go and join it; trusting the canine that he had only just met. The dog wondered what pack life would be like. Was his art good enough? Edgar thought about this, knowing that'd he'd most likely be younger than most of them and that more experience came with time. The skilled artist quickly shook these thoughts out of his head as he glanced toward the brown-furred canine, checking to see if he still appeared to be covering up his true feelings. There was still that undeniable distraught look in the wolf's eyes; he'd ask him if there was anything wrong. Edgar did just that as he handed back the notepad that had a question from him written on it: Are you alright? You just look a little sad, there was a concerned expression on the boy's face as he waited for a reply.
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