To explore this world

Orin Takekuro · 10-02-2011, 02:25 PM

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All welcome!!

Leaving Cercatori d'Arte had been hard, but at least this time she knew she would be going back. This time it was not an impromptu flee for safety that had her traveling outside of d'Arte's borders, rather it was a trip that had been planned carefully, with an itinerary and purpose for each stop. She'd picked the most docile of d'Arte's communal mares, a cream and tan paint so unimaginatively named Spot, to accompany her on her journey. The horse was adorned with all the proper trimmings; bridle, saddle, and bags, and Orin had thrown an old deerskin pelt over the saddle to cushion the ride a bit more. The mare loped along at a leisurely speed but was making good enough time through the wilderness, so Orin was pacified and rarely bothered to try to hurry the thing along. After all, she was a novice rider indeed, and might not do too well on the back of a galloping horse.

Orin surveyed the afternoon sky and concluded that they were only an hour and a half off time. As she neared Crimson Dreams many clues tipped her off that she was near her first destination – the maintenance of the land before her improved tenfold, tracks were evident nearby as one didn't need to hide their movements throughout their own homeland, and clear scent markers began to trickle into even Orin's dull sense of smell. She smiled softly, patting the mare on the shoulder.

“I think we made it, friend,” she was doing her best to stay in the mare's good graces. They were to spend the next two weeks together traveling, and it would be horrible to be on the animal's bad side. But she'd done a good job buttering her up with treats and a little bonding time before they left, and she suspected that this docile little mare would give her no problems. Suspected... or just hoped really hard.

The hooves clopped on the packed earth as they covered the final stretch, soon coming to the point where they should stop or else they'd be trespassing. Orin knew times were tough for the pack right now – that was partially why she was calling – and that to trespass now would be a grievous offense. She pulled back on the reigns gently, but the horse kept moving. “Hey, hey, whoa,” she chattered softly, wanting to panic but trying to keep her voice low and soothing. “Stop. Stop I say!” She gave the reigns another tug, this time holding much more firmly but trying not to jerk the mare's head, and not letting the slack fall back until the animal slowed.

She sighed with relief when the last hoof-beat fell and then realized that they had, indeed, come to a halt. She patted the mare's neck again, cooing praise to her for a few seconds before straightening up and looking around. As she hoped, she'd come up to the lands near the northeastern borders – staying as far from AniWayan territory as possible – and from here she could see a plain-like land with a great mansion off in the distance. She had never been to this land and didn't know if that was a place of importance or just an abandoned building, but hoped for the best.

She lifted her face to the sky and let her wolf-song carry out over the lands. I am here, Dreamers, it seemed to say, I would like to visit, in not so many words. The somber howl lasted for several long seconds before dying, and Orin took another breath and sang again.

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Charm Sawtooth · 10-03-2011, 11:23 PM

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Charm had, had a lot on her mind as of lately. The female wanted nothing less than to live in peace, and live with peace in her life. All this war all around her was making her mind foggy and hazed with hate. That wasn’t want she wanted, she dreamed of being love and just like the matters with the war in the pack it seemed more and more fickle.

With a sigh the female rubbed her head and moved her way through the pack lands. Why couldn’t things be so much easier? The calico female wanted to love Soran with all of her heart, but she also was faced with her feelings with Aeron. Charm hadn’t been able to face Soran with the question of asking her to be her mate since she had slept with Aeron, it was suppose to be a fling, no feelings just getting the itched that she had. That itch lead into feeling, deep lustful feelings for the female. It was a shame that she had been placed her own self into.

A howl came though the skies though out the pack lands, the voice was not from any one that she knew of in these lands. Charm wasn’t a mean being as whole. She just came off sort of rough. The Lady picked up her hand that was connected to her faithful staff, as she flicked her writ pulling her hand toward her body as the staff got tucked into her arm, poking out the other side. Charm ran swiftly to the borders looking at the white lady. ”What do you think you’re doing? You think you can just come to any old pack lands and announce you’re here for a visit? Don’t you think it would be smarter if someone from the pack came with you, you know….INVITED you?” The brown ears on the lady rolled back as she glared at her.

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Orin Takekuro · 10-04-2011, 07:45 PM

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ooc Oh noes!

It wasn’t long before Orin could make out the multicolored silhouette of the calico woman coming her way. A moment later it was clear to Orin that this was the envoy coming to receive her visit. She smiled and waited patiently for the woman to come to her, even as Spot the mare shuffled uneasily. She did as she was taught – held the reigns firm and cooed reassurance to the horse – and the animal soon calmed. But when Charm got closer it was Orin’s turn to be anxious as she saw the displeased expression on the woman’s face.

Shock marred her features and she stammered in disbelief at the rather cold welcome. She knew that the pack was in turmoil but she didn’t expect to be greeted with such disdain. Orin twisted in the saddle, looking around and wondering if she had misjudged the pack’s borders.

“I… I’m sorry,” she said once she found her words. Her eyes were wide and she looked properly contrite. “I just wanted… I wanted to pay a visit and see how your pack is going. This is… this is Crimson Dreams, right? I know you’ve been at war with AniWaya, that’s why I announced myself and waited at the borders.”

She hesitated, feeling foolish, then hurried almost too fast for her own tongue. “My name is Orin Takekuro and I come from Cercatori d’Arte we know about the plight between Crimson Dreams and AniWaya and I have personally spoken with some of the AniWayans who are being oppressed by Maska.” Pause, breathe, continue. “I am making a trip to see my brother in Cour des Miracles and wanted to bring a few gifts from my pack to yours I didn’t want to cause any trouble I’m happy to just go if that’s best.”

The words spilled from her mouth as quick as lightening, she hardly even remembered to breathe. This whole emissary thing was new to her and she’d already messed it up. This was not how she wanted her tour to start, and felt more and more humiliated even as she kept going on and on. As if sensing her nervousness (it was probably just her trilling voice that no longer tried to soothe her, rather chattered on fretfully herself) the mare began to back away from Charm, her head pitching and her brown eyes growing wide as the tension mounted.

wc: 300+

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 10-06-2011, 03:44 PM

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OOC: Next time you should PM me as well, so I know this is up. I hope you don't mind me joining in this even though shannon already brought charm in. I figured sweet innocent Orin could use her once "knight in shining armor". (865)

Mars had been out and about today, closer to the borders than he normally was, but he had been with his children, and he also was taking out Vox for a ride while the children ran and played. Even Axel the sheep had tagged along for the adventure away from the house in Piccolo village. Amon and Paz were getting pretty big now, almost getting ready to be able to shift, but still growing into their awkward puppy bodies. They both were gorgeous patchwork though, them both taking individual things from their parents and wearing it in their own way. Paz, the little female looked mostly like her mother, though she was a darker brown than the shepherd woman she had received her pelt pattern from. One of the many things that was different was that her ears had one that stood up and then the other fell over like her mothers. Amon on the other hand looked very much like Mars, enough to where it was undeniable that he was the child's father. Amon even acted like Mars in the more recent months. He was starting to get quieter, and more analytical than Mars was comfortable with. He watched them upon his steed. One day he would give them their own horses he believed, for when they were in Optime form and they wanted to carry more. Or when they wanted to ride since every once in awhile they would be courageous enough to ride on Vox, though it was always funny when they were littler and they loved to jump onto Axel's back and ride on him.

Mars flicked his ears as he heard a close by howl. He knew the voice, but it had been some time since he had heard it. Once upon a time, he knew not to mistake it. Paz and Amon looked back at their father, and then they ran towards him with their long, lanky, awkward bodies and they looked up at the mounted man. Who's that, dad? asked Paz, her tone excited. She always was excited to meet new people. We gonna go talk to them, father? Amon asked the male, wondering what their plan of action was. Axel the sheep munched on some grass and then baaed at the group. I think Axel is right. We should go see who it is. Mars let the joke pass his lips as he threw a thumb back towards the ram. Mars hadn't had a clue what the sheep had said, probably something stupid he would assume. Follow to the right of Vox, both of you. Mars spoke to the children before he jabbed Vox in the sides with his heels and the stallion broke out in a brisk trot, one fast enough for the kids to run ahead, though he knew that they wouldn't in fear of getting in Vox's ways. Axel the sheep gave a stupid look to the moving 'herd' and he gave a questioned baa before he started to trot after them.

It would seem that they were not too far off because within a 3 minute trot they came upon a white female with blonde hair and then a patchwork female that smelt of Crimson Dreams. The other smelt of Mars' old pack, Cercatori D' Arte. Mars heard the sentence "My name is Orin Takekuro", but he seemed to lose himself in that sentence so he failed to hear the rest of it. He pulled on Vox's reigns to make him come to a halt, and Mars' eyes looked to the patchwork's face to find a glare on it. Mars' eyes narrowed at her, his glasses not upon his face today, though they normally were. Those glasses were on his jacket though so he could hide his eyes at any given moment, just not now. His eyes looked back to Orin. She is welcome here. By me. He had spoken, his tone rather cold, and mostly directed towards the glaring female. He then dismounted his steed and he simply looked at Orin. There was no warmness on his face, even though once upon a time he cared deeply about her. She had abandoned him, not once, but twice, and this was an issue with him. Paz, Amon, I do happen to know this woman. Her name is Orin Takekuro, she's from the pack your mother and I were in before we moved to Dahlia, and then here. he explained to his children, looking at both of them, Paz moving with a wagging tail up to the woman, and greeting her with excited yips while Amon could sense his father's uneasiness and he stayed next to Vox.

Orin, these are my offspring. Amon, my son, and Paz, my daughter. he spoke to Orin, simply. My name is Mars Russo, by the way, miss. he turned his head to the patchwork girl and he bowed his head lightly, as well as introduced himself. Axel was last to join the group and he also went up to Orin and gave her a happy baa to her, him showing that he recognized her even though she did not look the same as she once was. Her smell never changed though.

Charm Sawtooth · 10-09-2011, 04:01 AM

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So Nuki and I had this idea where Charm takes the gifts and then kicks her out of the pack lands, and that when Mars can be her hero. Sorry I'm not trying to ignore ya J//WC:400+

Charm was in a rather foul mood, with the ongoing war the brown eared female was in no mood for any strangers at the borders. Gift or no gift, she didn’t want some random stranger standing at the borders of her pack lands. The female upon her horse had just happened to come to the borders on a day that Charm was in no mood for outsiders coming into her land.

Slamming her staff into the ground as she narrowed her eyes upon the lady that sat upon the mammal at the border, thoughts ran though her head, trying to process what she wanted to do, and what would be best for the pack. Lifting her lips up to hug her gums, the Sawtooth female had no issues with showing her teeth off to this women. ”Sorry are ya?” Charm chuckled as she twisted her head side to side, feeling her joints pop and crack. ”That right sugar plum, you’re at the borders, and we are at war. So go the fuck away!” Charm demanded as she picked up the staff, holding in the one hand. She stepped forward thinking she could use her width against the female.
Charm wasn’t fat but no means; she had taken after that of a male built in her psychical appearance. Charm flipped her staff so it was in both hands as she pushed another step forward, not sure of how this foolish woman was willing to push what good will that the she Sawtooth had left.

So the female had gifts? That changed Charm’s look on her somewhat, not a lot just enough for her to drop her gift off and then leave. Putting her staff back down into the ground with a slam, her lips loosed as she stepped to where her and her staff where parallel to the white female. ”Well, why didn’t you say so? Show me your gift…please.” The she wolf put on this false kindness, she knew the pack member wanted the gift and could surely use them.

A voice came from behide her; she rolled her eyes, as she turned to see the male that called him-self Mars. With a huff Charm looked down to the pups…oh joy…the one thing she was hoping that she could learn to accept in time, but truthfully she hated them. ”Well Mars, I don’t care. She can visit as so long as the pack would benefit from the gift. “ Charm huffed.

Orin Takekuro · 10-16-2011, 01:03 PM

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ooc Next post I'll give more proper greeting and time to Mars's progeny, but I had to stir up a little chaos for a moment. Wink

Things certainly weren't going as planned, but at least the woman seemed to lighten up when she mentioned she'd brought an offering for the pack. Yet somehow Orin suddenly worried that the small gifts she had gathered weren't going to be good enough for this woman. She brought them as a show of peace and kindness, but with winter ahead d'Arte could not spare too much of their stores, so she had brought a modest amount. Enough for someone to enjoy, but not enough to go around. Still, the woman was waiting for the gifts, and maybe that would turn this around some.

Orin nodded once, slowly, and then slipped out of the saddle. As she turned to the saddle bags she could hear the sound of hooves clopping on the ground and knew that someone else was coming. Nervousness suddenly took hold. What if this other reacted the same way as the woman? And now she was off her horse. She looked up at the saddle... Could she get back on in time to get away? She swallowed, mustered her strength, and reached into the bags to retrieve her offering.

When she turned back around she was astonished to see Vox coming up behind the woman. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Mars was here! It would be okay! Well... maybe... She looked at the woman's face and she was still none too pleased with her presence. Her smile for Mars melted that instant, and she moved slowly towards the Sawtooth woman, cradling the deerskin bag she retrieved from the horse's pack and carrying it carefully in her arms as though there was something very fragile inside.

Mars said something on her behalf and Orin perked up. Things would be okay! She reached into her bag to pull out the thing inside, still walking toward the woman but now with more confidence. She held her hand out and in it was a single chicken egg – which explained why she carried the bag so gingerly. The unseen contents of the bag consisted of a half-dozen more eggs and a few bulbs of garlic. She was feeling relieved now as she walked over to the woman, Mars here to vouch for her. As she held the gifts out for Charm her excitement overtook her and she spoke to Mars.

“I can't believe you're here! I didn't know where you'd gone. I've been worried about you, wondering about you ever since I came back. I- ahh!” She didn't see Axel bringing up the rear, nor did she notice the bumbling sheep when he came around Vox and came right up in front of her for a greeting. She stumbled over the animal as it bleated its happy hello, and yelped as she saw the egg she'd been holding soar through the air straight at Charm. “Oh no... look out!” But the warning was probably far too late.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 10-17-2011, 04:32 PM

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Mars Bartholomew Russo

ooc text: this table keeps acting weird. >.>' this also was hard to reply to without pping. Sorry that it's so short. +3

To say the least, Orin was more excited to see him than he was to see her. Why he was not excited to see her was because she had wronged him in ways that he could not possibly forgive her completely for. In his mind, she could have come to him for protection if she needed it, hell she could have called for him when she was being attacked by that murderer if she wanted him to come save her. He should have heard the whole ordeal and he did, but not to the clarity that he understood that she was being attacked and that she was in danger. She could have told him that she was leaving, or that she needed help. She didn't. Instead, she left him. Now to her that might not have been a big deal, but Mars had abandonment issues, and when he was attached to a person, he didn't want them to just up and leave without word to him, she didn't even leave him a note! She left him to go out and find her, and the only reason he could not leave and find her was because of Krystalle and her jealous nature. Krystalle knew about himself and Orin, or at least Mars' feelings for Orin. He would not let this woman here hurt the ivory woman now, nor would he lay his own hands on her, but he would not smile to her. Not unless she deserved one of those rare Mars smiles.

When Axel came over to the woman and bumped into her, Mars' eyes widened and he looked at the egg that was now hurled towards the calico pelted woman. Funny that he had seen a woman that was more patchwork than he, and he wondered if the people who called him "Cali" would call him such a name if they had met this grumpy woman who had a stick up her ass. Paz moved away from Axel and Orin, running back over to Mars and Vox and hiding behind Mars' leg. “Axel, you bumbling idiot!” the man scolded the sheep as if he was a child or something. Mars moved closer to Orin and he grabbed the sheep by the halter it had around it's face and he pulled it towards him, and towards his steed. “Sorry Orin, he's just....excited to see you...” he apologized before he looked at the calico pelted woman. “She didn't mean to...” Mars spoke, defensively.

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