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your produce ain't going to Gas Town - Craw - Oct 14, 2015
Hope this is okay! This should be set after Craw's join, for I think it's important that he meet both leaders and Grey did set it up perfectly. Doesn't need to be a fast thread, and let me know if you want anything changed <3
There was little opportunity for idle chatter as they walked, primarily due to the gift which Craw had brought and which, along with his blunt way of selling himself, had been enough to allow his admittance. Angier Lyall had to be the stepfather, and it was far too early to make any meaningful judgements regarding the man save that he was past his prime and deliberate in manner. Craw recognised some of Morganna's speech patterns in the man, too, so did that mean that he had raised her? There were many answers to seek, but all in good time - for now, the pale man wanted only to secure himself in the pack, to meet the mother he had been curious about for days, and to begin integration.
His neck ached with the weight of the dead wolverine, but it was a familiar annoyance and easily ignored; he had put up with it for the better part of a day by this point, and could see it carried through to journey's end. It felt appropriate to be heading for the matriarch as the final recipient of the gift, and hoped it would please her. The well-worn path they travelled on, and those he could see branching off, they were among the many subtle signs a place had of showing that it was thoroughly lived-in, and likely had been for years. He had not been wrong in his deduction at the borders, at the established scent borders. This was a mature pack, and the situation with Morganna told him that it wasn't entirely stable.
He was so very keen to meet this mother of the willows.
RE: your produce ain't going to Gas Town - Elettra - Oct 18, 2015
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Over three years. Three years she had held this pack together as its founding member, as its forever Leader and mother. She set still felt a pride over herself as she looked upon it now with such familiarity. The morning air brought a secret chill to her bones and she breathed in deeply, the chill stinging her nose and making her sneeze. The scents today, for her, seemed a bit off though she shook away her worries and with a nudge 'goodbye' to her daughter, @Isolde, Elettra went off along the trails of her home as she always did, this time with no young escorts at her side willing to learn the way of the land. As she moved, she rubbed the length of her silvery, gold, and black coating along the brush and tree of her home, pausing only as an unfamiliar scent caught her nose. She did a double take on it, uncertain if she had been correct though when she had, insisted on following up on the trail.
As Craw made his way towards her, she made her way towards him and when she finally saw him, paused. Her tail was stiffened out behind her, shoulders squared. He was quite a big boy and within his jaws lay the limp form of a wolverine. His scarred up features left no room for question of just what kind of man he was and as she breathed deeply, she could take in the traces of her mate upon him. A new member then... "And you are?" She muses ever so delicately, her pale eyes scouring his form as she takes a few steps closer, the slightest of smirks forming over her lips. It had been quite a while since they had gathered a new member within their ranks and it seemed not this male coming here was the first signs of loners offering temporary loyalty and services whilst shielding off the winter to come.
RE: your produce ain't going to Gas Town - Craw - Nov 30, 2015
sorry <3 and yeah that timeline is best. @Elettra
The moment he saw the woman, he knew. There was no mistaking it, the authority dripped from her pelt as though she were stood in the pouring rain, and even with the stench of wolverine filling his nose, he could recognise the scent which pervaded every part of this territory. Her manner was so easy, so confident, that Craw was both drawn to and repelled by it; it was a trait he associated with himself, and had always found that creatures too much alike in that way would struggle against each other eventually. This was no exception; Morganna had already sealed that fate before Craw had even met her mother.
He stepped forward to place the wolverine before her, its throat in tatters but the pelt otherwise unscathed - that had not been a trivial task. The gift had already won over her mate, but he wanted to see her approval of his efforts too. "My name is Craw," he rasped, taking a step back with head lowered and tail hovering low (which took a little effort to maintain - though there was something primal within him which was bowing all too easily to her authority). "Angier met me at the borders and welcomed me to the willows already - but I wanted to introduce myself properly. You have built an impressive domain; I wanted to be a part of something strong again."