seven trumpets speak - Gent - Nov 11, 2013
@Naira & any other NP wolf :3
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It was impossible to stay there any longer, to see that look in their eyes and feel their doubts thickening the air around him. They had served their purpose, nourishing him and helping him through the past winter, but as the second approached he knew it was time to move on. There was a great purpose for him out there in the world, he knew it in his bones, could hear his father's words echoing in his mind with strength. They thought him a meager orphan, something to be pitied and coddled. He would show the world otherwise.
His quest took him out of the pack without a single whisper of goodbye, and south to an area known to some as Relic Lore. As he traveled, the weather around him barely changed, for the season moved at the same pace, chasing him as he went. He had been pressed for time, and thus sought information from fellow venturers about any pack nearby, desperate to find a place to call home, at least for long enough to weather the winter. Through the mouth of a stranger he came to know of a group claiming ownership of an area known as Nomad's Pass.
The journey itself would be a challenge, and that was what won the pack over in Gent's mind. Unable to refuse a challenge, the yearling put everything he had into scaling the range. With time, he finally arrived precipice of Mount. Dire, the icy winds bringing to him the varied scents of other wolves. Glacial eyes scanned his surroundings, looking for where best to approach. It was a slightly difficult task, as there were only so many secure landings with the freshly fallen snow. The last thing he wanted was to risk his neck stepping within the pack's boundaries, and so he found himself satisfied with his current position.
He was ragged from the journey, having trekked great lengths merely to reach Relic Lore before braving the mountainside. However, he stood confident of what he would bring to the table. Gent might look worn down at the moment, but the potential was there for anyone to see. He was a large boy, lacking only muscle to define his build, and it was doubtless that he would gain that quickly as he saw his final six months of growth in a mountain pass. Within his eyes was a healthy sheen of intelligence and capability. Surely they would see these merits and welcome him. After all, he was nothing short of princely.
With this affirmation, Gent lifted his head and let out staccato calls, the sounds bouncing around the pass, calling out to anyone who would spare him the time for an interview.
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RE: seven trumpets speak - Chulyin - Nov 12, 2013
[dohtml] The second's presence had been ghostly at best, hovering around doing his duties, but little else. He'd felt...Out of whack lately. Something was wrong, and he could not, or would not, put a paw upon it. A casual word would be said to a packmate as he wandered past, but he was far more interested in keeping things in order, keeping his thoughts at bay. His excuse was the oncoming winter. There was already snow upon the ground and a biting chill in the air. There was food to be stored, borders to protect, dens to clear. From morning until night he usually worked, but when he settled among his companions at night, he felt unsatisfied. Sleep often helped that feeling go away, for which the man was thankful, but it was a steady pattern, and each night, he was faintly aware that he could not make it go away.
Today was not likely to be any different from the rest, save for a single anomaly. On this particular day, as he traversed the borders, a howl caught his attention. Rather than a single long note, it was a spray of sound, and he moved towards it. It was clearly summoning, and with suspicion, he picked up his pace. Moving easily over the stones, away from the Pass, he spotted the caller, a dark male, not unlike himself. <b style="color:#a51919">"What is it you want?" Chulyin asked, his voice gruff, but not impatient. He knew the rules regarding strangers and the Pass, but winter already had its grip on this place and the more paws they had the better. His dark form stood out starkly against the white landscape, his golden eyes brighter than usual. <b style="color:#a51919">
RE: seven trumpets speak - Gent - Nov 14, 2013
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The response was nearly immediate, pleasing the young man greatly. Having caught notice of @Chulyin 's approach on the wind before his appearance, Gent stood with expectant and bright eyes, his gaze filled with an energy that contradicted the worn state of his body. As the other man entered his sights, the prince without title found himself satisfied with what he saw. The paladin held a thickly muscled form, and a stoic confidence that assured Gent he had found the pack best suited for the life style he wished to lead.
The man was immediately straight forward, and so Gent returned the courtesy.
"I want to join this pack. Living here requires the exact skills I want to exercise, and I believe I am very well suited to provide the assistance you will most likely be needing this winter."
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RE: seven trumpets speak - Chulyin - Nov 14, 2013
[dohtml] The youth wasted little time in stating his presence and with much pride. Chulyin could appreciate that. This boy knew what he wanted, although Chulyin would have liked a bit of respect in a form other than timeliness. If this wolf was so eager to join their ranks, then he'd have to be just as eager to earn his place. He did not allow his expression to change, despite the thoughts in his head. His tail slowly began to rise over his back as his eyes bored into the stranger's. <b style="color:#a51919">"And what skills would those be?" Each word was careful and deliberate, and with every syllable, Chulyin seemed to get a bit taller. <b style="color:#a51919">"Why do you think we need you?" His pale golden eyes seemed ablaze as he spoke, suddenly with the intent to knock this male down a peg, just this once.
If there was something he could not disagree with, it would be the need for new souls come winter. But that did not mean that once winter was gone, the helpful paws would suddenly melt away like snow met with heat. This boy would need to be vigilant. Which was why Chulyin did not divulge his own name, nor identity of the mountainous pack. There was still some distance between their position and the pack's borders, so if the male proved inadequate, then there could be no disturbances again. <b style="color:#a51919">
RE: seven trumpets speak - Naira - Nov 14, 2013
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Anyone who isn't us
• NAIRA AQUILA •
is an enemy
Ever since her nightmare she had been on edge, stalking along the borders rather than merely patrolling them, savagely marking as she went so there could be no mistaking, this was her mountain - and what she held she would keep. She was sure her foul mood had not gone unnoticed by those around her. She slept less and worked harder. Their safety was in their secrets - it had protected them this long, and while @Rhysis knew where they lived having once walked among them - the fact a pack lived here was not common knowledge.
So when a staccato of calls ricocheted off the walls of the Pass for the second time in as many weeks, the hairs along her spine stood on end and she charged in the direction the call had come from, slowing only when a recent marker left by her brother smacked her in the face. Even from here she could hear the strangers words. Her paranoia turned to anger at the boys confident tone and when her golden eyes finally fell on him her blood boiled.
Tall, lanky, dark. The similarities were enough that for a moment she could have sworn her heart stopped - when she saw his eyes... It was all too much. Her pace quickened and her tail swung high as a deep growl left her chest. Not only was he openly challenging a member of her pack by daring to meet his eyes, but he was carrying on like they were the privileged ones to be in his presence!
She charged the boy, aiming to slam him with her full weight in the hopes of throwing him off balance and reminding him just who held the power here. If he was smart enough to submit then he just might get out of this alive - but Nomad’s Pass was a place where words were wind. If he expected to live among them the lessons would begin now.
He knew too much simply by knowing where to find them - and she intended to find out how he had come by the information. She had warned that girl... that @Minka of the consequences should she speak... She needed to know who had sent him here.
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RE: seven trumpets speak - Gent - Nov 17, 2013
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Gent was well aware of expected mannerisms, though he often forgot to practice them. As Chulyin inflated his stature and responded to the boy with a look that could melt the snow around them, he was reminded, though he wouldn't trip over himself to make the correction. With a phantom of a smirk tugging at his lips, he suppressed expression of the thoughts within his head and sombered himself. It wasn't such an awful thing, to have to swallow his pride; it helped to prove that they were worth his allegiance.
Gent pulled his tail between his legs, and slowly lowered his head, but his eyes remained trained on Culyin's as their conversation was not over. There was no hesitation to his answer, as he knew exactly what to say. Really, what pack wouldn't he be a benefit to? But as his jaws parted to give Culyin the list of reasons why, Naira's growling thundered through the air. He had been aware of the approaching presence, but hadn't thought much of it - another pack wolf coming to ensure the stranger at their door was no threat. But such a violent sound quickly enraptured his attention, and his blue eyes took in only a blur as his mind registered he was being attacked.
Several thoughts crossed his mind as a decision had to be made immediately; swiftly, Gent decided, entry into this pack was worth risking allowing such an offense. It was a risk, for her intentions may have been to kill him rather than knock his ego down a peg. As Gent lowered himself further toward the ground, the idea crossed his mind that if after this he was not allowed entry, he would be sure to make them pay for such humiliation in the future.
Gent received the entire force of Naira's charge without defense, allowing himself to be thrown to the ground. He landed on his side, the piled snow instantly stopping his momentum and caving slightly under him. The boy then immediately transferred from this initial position to lying on his back, a perfectly submissive pose. His right flank, which took a large amount of his weight when falling, was sore already but he ignored this. Gent made sure that none of the scorn within his mind would reflect into his eyes or onto his dial, and instead waited silent and obedient for the next cue given. Surely, it would be a bad move to answer Culyin's questions now.
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RE: seven trumpets speak - Chulyin - Nov 30, 2013
[dohtml] The boy seemed fast enough to fall into a submissive posture, and for that Chulyin was glad. At least for now. Perhaps he should have awaited the boy's answer before truly feeling that glimmer of hope, but there wouldn't be time for that. Chulyin recalled the wolf opening his mouth, but all else after that was drowned out by the snarls of his sister. The dark man withdrew in surprise, immediately pulling all lifted parts of him down. But it seemed that her aggressions were aimed at the stranger. Not that he knew why he would have been the victim of her snarls. At the same time, he wasn't sure what this stranger had done either. Had she seen his prideful displays and thought them too much? It seemed a bit much for that.
Tempted to reach out to her, Chulyin held himself back. Not knowing the cause of all this, he had very little to offer to either party. Instead, he settled back upon his haunches, ears alert and copper eyes watchful and expectant, on this off chance this escalated. But for the time being, the stranger had cowered beneath his sibling. A wise choice, really. As a guardian of the Pass, particularly of Naira, he wouldn't simply sit by a watch a stranger harass his sister. Unfortunately for Chulyin, that was the reason for her anger, but he simply didn't know it. Eyes moved between both parties, waiting for something to happen, wondering if he might speak up, but no words settled to the surface. <b style="color:#a51919">
RE: seven trumpets speak - Naira - Dec 02, 2013
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Anyone who isn't us
• NAIRA AQUILA •
is an enemy
Burning eyes searched the dark wolf closely, her nose taking note of his scent, so foreign. Not at all like the wolf he so closely resembled. Up close she could pick the differences - the absence of silver flecks about his face, his youth... his willingness to lay there and take her standing over him. Her hackles began to inch downward and she stepped back, her eyes still critical, watching for the slightest hint of betrayal. “Who sent you?”
Her voice was dangerously low as she moved back to allow the boy room to get up. The paranoia from her nightmare was still gnawing at the back of her mind. What if it had been Rhysis? What if he had been sent here by her former mate? Would she ever be free of him?
Her brother was here to back her up and so she had no qualms with dropping her guard. She waited for an answer, shifting her weight from one paw to the other, her chin tucked low to protect her throat. “Why are you here and what do you want? Best make it quick.” To the point, she had better things to be doing with winter so quickly approaching.
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RE: seven trumpets speak - Gent - Dec 05, 2013
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What the hell? Gent could only assume that the woman looming over him was crazy. The paranoia dripped off of her, and his youthful mind failed to calculate a viable reason for it. However, he would be damned if he'd let this thought cross into his appearance and cost him entry. Every passing moment only added to his determination, and by now he was as hellbent on getting into this pack as if it had been his birth right.
Maintaining his position, Gent answered her questions, once again prompt and concise, as per her request and his personality. It was uncomfortable to speak so, with his curled posture against the hard pack snow, and he hoped this would be the final round of interrogation.
"I was not sent, I heard rumor that your pack existed and I want to be a part of it. To live here must take strength and disciplined determination; Attributes that I possess but must master. In return I will hunt and fight for you and your comrades, and if necessary practice my knowledge of medicinal herbs and poisons."
He made a point of answering Chulyin's unanswered query, and felt satisfied that he'd offered all he could. After all, what much more could a yearling supply? He deserved this, he knew he did; she would have to see that and allow him in.
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RE: seven trumpets speak - Naira - Dec 05, 2013
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my milkshake brings all the boys to the pass
and they're like, it's better than your ass
A rumor... A lip pulled back from her teeth in frustration, but no growl came forth. There were those who had left them, Him. Golden eyes searched the boy for any sign of deceit and found none. She had never been much of a one to bandy words about herself, and besides, she had @Mapplethorpe to deal with the talking now.
To live here... but for how much longer? This winter was already so much harsher than the last, there were days when she wondered if the sun would rise at all. Already in places the snow would brush her stomach and she had to wonder - what would they do if it got much worse? Would it? She loved her kingdom, she was prideful - but she was not foolish. Hunt, and fight... Her eyes drifted to her stalwart companion, her brother, her knight in pitch black fur. Perhaps there was hope for this boy yet.
Herbs and poisons... Well that would be useful. She had her own knowledge of course but she barely found the time to gather the stores she required anymore and her own tolerance for the art had dwindled during her exile. With a steady exhale her posture relaxed. “We have more need for hunters than fighters with winter upon us. If you seek out @Sagacity she may be able to tell you where she last sighted suitable prey, her son Mercy shows great promise too. Be sure to let the boy join you wherever possible.” She moved forward to take the dark youths muzzle in her jaws, firm pressure pushing home the message that it was she who ruled here and it was her he would need to impress.
Releasing the boy from her hold she gestured for him to get up and turned to return to the heart of her home, expecting both men to follow in her wake.
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