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 Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 7:07 am
  Tucked in the far left corner on the third floor (attic) of the house you come to a large wooden door. It has aged well over the course of the years, and its ragged appearance is almost comforting. Its so good to see that things can remain the same when so much else is due to change.
This is Wolfie's quiet space... her bedroom. It is a place of solice when all else becomes chaos, and a place of deep thought and ramblings. With a light knock to the door you enter.
Here, her moonlits sprawl across the spance of the old full-sized bed. Once there had been Aunt Bea's pristine white feather comforter that ruled the room. Wolfie, mourning at the time, replaced it with a thick black polyfill one, her own little touch to things. A large maple bookcase headboard takes up most of one wall. It is filled with assorted novels and nick-nacks, all of some importants or sentimental value. Wolfie's Duos have built a nest in the bottom right shelving unit and are very protective over that space, so watch your fingers if Wolfie ever asks you to find a book there.
The walls of the room are plain dusky blue with only a few minor hangings of acylics Wolfie has painted through her grief. Most are of the lands surrounding the old house, and you are sure to be able to pick out the waterfall and the field of flowers. However, there is one that isnt so familiar and you must be sure to ask Wolfie about it sometime when the time is right.
The blue woven rug on the floor remains mostly intact, though it shows much wear and tear on the corners where the puppies have teethed. A couple of their toys are hidden beneath the bed and more often than not, they are within trip range. A small antique maple dresser sits nuzzled up in the corner opposite the bed, and besides a tiny wooden windowseat footlocker, the room is void of much else for furniture.
Several skylights adorn the room perching at peculiar angles upon the roof, sending all shades of light cascading about. To the far side of the room there is a tiny hall that leads into a seperate study in which Wolfie uses for her musings and imporant paperwork. You know not to enter this room without permission, but think there is a cozy sitting room beyond that even.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:19 am
 Char Name: Wolfie Duke
Current Age: 24
Gender: Female
Location: High Hopes Manor located in the midst of the T'sana Woods, a rugged little patch of existence tucked into the mountainside far away from the likes of developers
Hair: Pulled high; Varies between deep blue, black or red
Eyes: Very Blue
Height: 5' 3"
Skin Tone: Pale
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Athletic
Distinguishing Features: A wolf tail, often pinned on
Status: Single & Not Looking
Fears: Falling; Spiders
Abilities: To organize and get people motivated
Quote: ((to come))
Bio: ((to come))
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:20 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:21 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 8:22 am
Important RP tidbits elsewhere not to be forgotten... 11/3/05HPM had found the crooked stairway that led up the back of the house and up into the attic. Claiming it as her own, she turned it into a secret studio of sorts and wouldnt allow even Wolfie to peek in from time to time. The door was constantly locked with a specialized skeleton key. At one point, Wolfie recalled trying to pick this lock, but to her frustration, HPM had heard the clatter and had been 'home' at the time. Greeted with an unhappy face, Wolfie had thrown up her hands in surrender. That room was off limits...even to her. 12/10/05There were still tree stands somewhere nearby in the woods... she remembered constructing them in secret from her aunt. It had been her special place to come out with her journal or a book late at night and sit under the stars for hours. Noone knew she was there. It had been her secret. Always. Though Wolfie assumed that they would be long since ravaged by the elements years later. A little work might restore them. She smiled thinking about that... her own place again... 12/10/05Wolfie tumbled that concept over in her head for a few minutes and remember that Aunt Bea had mentioned that there were a couple of chambers of the cellar out as far as the woods. Wolfie had always thought that both strange and a myth. Why would anyone extend a cellar farther than a house? It made no sense. Yet here was board. She looked up into the trees just to make sure one of her stands wasnt coming down. Sure...that had to be the explaination of things. 12/11/05"I think its part of the cellar. Im not sure. The snow makes it hard to tell." Wolfie called down, continuing to rustle through the pack. She found a length of rope but realized it was no where near long enough to help lift Lion out.
With a grumble she began to stomp down the snow around the opening in hopes of making a secure place to look down into the hole. The sun was up enough where she could see the opening...approximately 4' long by 2' wide...just big and annoying enough for a person to fall through. 12/11/05"Sounds about right for a cellar." Wolfie paused. "You dont want to go exploring down there hun. Half the cellar was closed off for some reason or another and Im sure lots more stuff is caving in." Wolfie inched closer and shone the flashlight down the hole. 12/17/05There was Ripple dragging a small wooden ladder across the yard.
Of course! There had been one under the porch for cleaning the gutters, but Wolfie had found it too short, the bottom having rotted away. It was still stable, just worn. "Thank goodness for old fashioned!" Wolfie commented as her pup dropped it at her feet. She knew it was much lighter than the ones that existed noadays. She never would have thought of the tiny thing. It might just be long enough for Wolfie to slip the rope around Lion. 2/7/06"Some of the owners here have purchased potions to freeze a stage of their moonlit, or help them turn into anthros. Well, recently, we found our revert potion has gone haywire and it has mixed results. However, the moonlits who are drinking it are coming down ill first. We dont know much about these changes, so Hybrid is keeping a close watch on them upstairs."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:16 am
Important RP tidbits elsewhere not to be forgotten... 2/7/06
"Tal, is that what I think it is?" Wolfie cocked her head to the side and watched the flashlight beam cross over the small room.
Inside lay and old seamans trunk, which Wolfie knew had belonged to Aunt Bea's Second husband Edmund Hill, a master sea captain. Bea had always loved the ocean. It was forwonder that she never had chosen to live there. His initials were carved into the side with the blade of his clam knife. Wolfie remembered the days when Edmund had brought them home by the bucketload, fresh with saltwater and their bellies full of cornstarch... greedy little sea things ate and ate until they became sweet and sandless... usually.
Her attention soon passed from the trunk to the gap in the floor behind it. Boards were missing and there was enough space to slide a thin body through. How odd, thought Wolfie. I wonder what might have gotten into such a space...it has been closed for ages. 2/8/06Wolfie laughed as Yuki tugged on her sleeve. "Aunt Bea is Beatrice Duke. She was my great Aunt. And Edward Hill was her second hustband. The sea captain that owned that trunk we stumbled upon." Wolfie paused before following Tal along the length of the chamber. "I think its romantic that one of them carved the initials in here." 2/14/06Wolfie tumbled the item again and watched it pulse in the light. Whoa.... pulse? Wolfie looked closer. It was another one of those moonstones. A strange green colored one that seemed to vibrate under the flashlight. There was a rope tied through it somehow, though it had been split, perhaps with wear. 2/21/06Wolfie tripped over Hakana as the pup tagled around her feet. She was so tiny and Wolfie could barely see her with the trunk in the way. She was afraid to hurt the little one. "Right here is fine. Watch out for Hakana though, dont want any paws trapped under this thing." Wolfie slowly lowered her end to the floor. She pushed at it with her food a bit and the tiny old-fashioned castered underneath sqeeled as the trunk rolled a few inches, pointing the locks and clasps at Wolfie.
As Yuki lowered her own end, Wolfie tugged on the lid. Nothing. She tried to unbuckle the secure clasps on the sides and they wouldnt budge. "I dont think its warped closed." Wolfie stated with slight concern. "I wonder why it wont open." She tugged again, just to be sure it wasnt just the humity expanding the old wood. "Perhaps the key Evermoon found might open this? Id hate to break this old thing."  2/26/06Wolfie watched the pup play with the bangles. With slight hesitation she prodded her memory for the answer to where those came from. India? Yes, India. "My uncle had gotten them from India," Wolfie began to tell Yuki as she pointed to the bangles. "When his ship had to be docked at a trade port for a month. Bad storm waters has caused all the currents to shift and the seas had been too dangerous to travel. It was the only time in his life that he remembered such stormy weather for so long." She paused thinking some more.
"He won those bangles from the portmaster in a game of chess." She snickered. "The funniest part was that the portmaster let my uncle win. He couldnt play chess to save his life and the old man felt pity on him. Though, Im sure my uncle never admitted to having really lost the match, he knew he was given the trinkets as a sign of luck and faith upon the high seas. Red is good luck. Yellow is rememberance and the green ones are for wealth." 2/26/06"Those jewels are from England. And no," Wolfie giggled a bit "They arent the queen's jewels." Wolfie took a seat and began shuffling through the old photos. Many were of her Uncle at different places around the world and important people that had meant something to him.
She fingered a tiny crackled photo and held it up to Yuki. "This was the guy he won the bangles from." Wolfie flipped the photo over and was disappointed that there was no name or date to go with things.
Wolfie gasped lightly as she found a picture of her aunt and uncle together. It was old, and weathered, but intact none the same inside an old gold leafed frame. Wolfie guessed it was only about two inches big inside the frame, but it held great purpose to her. "I promise you Auntie, Im gonna make this all work." She spoke under her breath, fingering the dust off the glass carefully.
With a saddened frown she wondered why her aunt hadnt put this up somewhere. The two of them were on a beach somewhere, palm trees blowing in the wind, waves lapping at their bare feet. Wolfie's Aunt had on some sort of flowing dress, a sun hat in one hand. Her uncle a button up shirt, equally flowing. Must have been a nice place for them to look so happy, she thought.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:34 am
Important RP tidbits elsewhere not to be forgotten...  2/27/06Finding an old ships log Wolfie smiles. "This would interest you. Perhaps you should take it and read it sometime? Might make good fun before bedtime to read to Hakana." She pushed off a layer of dust and opened the book, testing the bindings slightly before scanning over a page, yellowed with time and warped with salt water.
" 'June 12, 1974: Today we embarked on a journey that is to take us half-way around the world to the land down under. Though the outback is someplace I have never really dreamed of visiting, Beatrice thought it would be nice for me to take the time to meet with the Aussies and discuss plans to bring back a sugar glider. She has a real desire for one of those cutely wretched little beasts. However much I protested, she never gave in. Stubborn as a mule she is. So here I am wondering why I am such a fool to have just picked up what I was doing and head to Australia to talk about flying rats that like sweets. With disgust, I hope she finds better companionship in getting a dog. Or I find something worth my while in order to finally afford that ring I had been meaning to get her. Until next time, fare-the-well.' "
Wolfie stopped to catch her breath. "This was written before my uncle married my aunt. They were only dating at the time. Its funny to hear his stories sometimes. Somewhere in here is how he finally purchased her a great dane, Spud. He never did end up coming home with one of those gliders. Turned around half-way through that trip if you keep reading." Wolfie laughed and slapped the book closed, handing it to Yuki. 3/9/06Wolfie looked confussed for a moment with the bombarding of questions. "Yes, this place used to belong to my Great Aunt Beatrice. Its old and it has lots of secrets. Seems to me that the secrets of the trunk might be something worth looking into." She sat on the floor and thumbed the picture frame.
As if on cue, something tumbled out from between the old photo and the cardboard backing. At first Wolfie assumed it was just a piece of parchment to absorb all the old must and such. But then, she noted, it seemed to have something written on it. With a strange look of confussion, she set the frame down next to her and curled her legs up on the floor.
With a gentle touch, she picked up the paper. It was thin, and light as a feather with a texture such as a natural parchment. Old. Very old indeed. It looked quite similar to that of the letter Bea had left in the desk in the hall. Perhaps it had something to do with it? Things were falling into place. Letter...key...trunk...paper... 3/9/06Shaking out the piece of parchement, Wolfie instantly came alert. "A MAP!" Wolfie shouted, startling the pups around her as well as many of the owners. "It looks like a map!" Wolfie blundered something inaudible as she scanned over the piece quickly. "Its of the woods outside. Theres a lot of scribblings all over this thing but if you give me a second I might be able to decifer them. Its definitely NOT my aunts writting." 3/9/06Wolfie pointed at something on the map. "If I wasnt so daft at things going on around here, I would say these look like symbols of some sort." She sketched her fingers over a few. Wolfie leaned her head into Tals in hopes the two of them could figure out what this meant.
"Do you think the moonlits understand what this is? I mean, this is definitely not like any map Ive ever seen." With an inhaled whiff, Wolfie covered her nose. "And it smells fishy. I bet whoever wrote this perhaps wrote with fishbone and squid ink or somesuch. Whoknows with them-folk" Wolfie replied with a disgusted huff. "might explain the scrawlieness of things" 9/13/06"I guess just make yourselves at home. It seems like everyone goes into auto-function around here." Wolfie noted that the glass had been picked up and the floor was no longer a sticky pile of goo. "Its so nice to have such wonderful people living here. It makes this place feel alive again. Sort of like my childhood" She remembered all the times she had spent with Bea and Tom and all their assorted cast of friends, relatives and coworkers. It was always a bustling household. Always.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 9:45 am
...In the bedroom 9/28/08Wolfie shuffled around upstairs in her room. After the last adventure she didnt want to be caught short-handed again. So many interesting and just plain weird things happen in these parts and she had no intention to be left unprepared. She sat on the edge of her black comfortered bed for a moment. The springs gave way lightly with a creak and she reminded herself that perhaps she needed to go to town soon for some new matresses for the old house. There were so many newcomers and so little supplies anymore. Closing her eyes she listened to everyone go to their rooms. Doors shut up and down the halls and the clickety noise of moonlits flocking after their owners followed.
Spud sat in the center of the bed looking questioningly at her. Why had it been so long since she had 'found' him, yet still, she couldnt talk to him like the others. What makes him so different? Wolfie reached out her hand for him, eyes still shut, just taking in the moment.
Aunt Bea would be proud. This place had spung back to life and the secrets were unfolding at last. Once the house was going to be put up for auction, but now, there were so many humans here to upkeep the old place, that perhaps Wolfie could indeed keep it. Perhaps a little rent from each could go a long way and together they could rennovate the place to make an inn to travelers and the like. Wolfie grinned, liking the idea more. A haven away from the choas of town. Or chaos away from the haven, she thought, thinking of all the moonlits that ran through the place on a daily basis.
With a smirk, she wiggled her fingers at Spud. The little pup knowingly nudged his head under her hand and she scratched behind his velvety flopping ears.9/30/08Spud cocked his head inquisitively at Wolfie. The girl had a point about things needing to be solved. He was tired of waiting for people to just figure him out. Gawd! He thought to himself. Humans are dumb! He rolled his eyes annoyed and sighed a gentle puppy sigh. Wolfie continued to scrach behind his right ear and his back foot with its thick pink pawpad thumped almost noiselessly against the comforter.
Wolfie smiled at Spud's enjoyment and light foot kicking but relenquished herself from puppy scratching duties. She looked carefully about the room still deep in her thoughts. Though she had few possession, a few of them might come in handy. But which ones? With a grunt she hefted herself off the bed, sending the puppy spawling in her wake, springs squeaking softly. The sheets were rumpled she was sure. They always rumpled. The dark blue cotton was loose fitting and soft with many years of use. She had been thankful that the old house had such a similar bed as the one she had used at her dorm room in New England. "Aunty Em, I dont believe Im in Kansas anymore," she quirked to herself. Spuds ears twitched at the words.
With a sense of purpose she began to rattle through drawers and headboard nook space. She clattered about pulling her flashlight from its place on the dresser, and a thick fleece-lined hoodie from a dull brass coat hook behind the old door. "Well, its a start," she turned over the bright yellow fabric in her hands as if debating whether or not to bring it for sure. The pup eyed her and she squished her face at him. "I know, I know..." It was indeed bright. Tossing it onto the wolf with a giggle and a sense of enthusiasm, Wolfie recovered the ship's log from a fold in the comforter and added it to the pile. "Okay, what else?" She paused thoughtfully.
"Tal!" She shouted hoping the girl could hear her thought the bustle in the house. "You almost ready to go?" Wolfie paced back and forth frustrated by the situation.
What to bring? A thought popped into her head and she reached out for the bottom drawer of the dresser, it needing more than a little tug to get moving. The contents spilled over onto the rug and she brushed them aside for the time being, rummaging for one thing in particular. A-ha! A pair of thick neon yellow and black work gloves poked out from a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. Perfect! Wolfie gripped the gloves triumphantly and quickly gathered the other items from the bed, bolting from the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
*to the kitchen*
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