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 Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 1:09 pm
|~| Up to three may come into this one. Wolves that have either filled out an application in the OOC forum or are interested and have not yet done so may post to meet one of the future alphas.
A third poster may join in at any time. |~| The night was warm, air almost thick with moisture after the passing rainstorm. The forest glowed in the evening as yet unevaporated raindroplets became aflamed with the light of the dying sun, and its companion brooke semed a carving path of tamed fire, tranquil as always with its soft murmurs. It was here that the ginger teen found himself wandering, shaking off the mist that clung to his pelt; though it did have the pleasing effect of making the white rose upon his shoulder seem to glisten like its live counterparts lining the den he had left behind him. Fantasia didn't wander far from the den after the punishment as a pup had been lifted, but the adventurer's spirit within him was not to be silenced. So as the white rose bloomed with time, so too was the idea born within his heart also growing.
He never did stop believing in fate. Fate had it so that he had lived in the one excursion that had taken him far from home. Fate had let it so that he had met non-lethal wolves on his way back. Allah claimed he was just too darn lucky, and Fanta loved him like he did his whole family, but sometimes he wondered if his father ever would have the same amount of faith he did. Terabithia could, perhaps, she was a lovely sister after all. Disneyana might convert to the idea if he convinced her that by trusting in fate, they could live prosperously. And who knew what Yensid thought most of the time . . . Fantasia gave a soft sigh as he paused before a bushel of roses, both his and their aromas almost the very same; he could hardly be scented as a wolf by this point.
"Do you watch and wonder if I'm crazed?" he murmured to the flowers, their colors giving off auras in the sunset's rays; barely even a small breeze came to lift the heavy humidity, and they seemed each still as stone - but ah, so much softer. "Are you there, Fate? Give me a sign that there is still something to accomplish."
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 9:46 am
 It was dusk, the time when many small, crepuscular animals cautiously exited their dens and began to fulfill the simple tasks that kept them alive. Cyclops wasn't naturally a dusk-dwelling creature -- when given the choice, he woke early and went abed at the same time -- but he was a lone wolf, forced to hunt often for small prey rather than gorge on a pack kill. It wasn't what he preferred, but he found himself trapped in the position. It was his own fault, but self-made bonds were sometimes the hardest to break.
His brief time outside Gomorrah was a distant memory, but the pup Squall was not forgotten. Such a trusting little thing... by now he would be an adolescent. Cyclops' heart ached for his own pups, tiny things that had never grown even as big as Squall. These memories were the reason he could never live around groups of wolves for too long.
His keen nostrils picked up the scent of flowers nearby. Once again, it seemed another night where his belly would go empty while his head was too full; his shook his skull to clear it and focus on his mission. The roses were so alluring, though, and while they might hide the scent of a mouse or vole within them, if he hunted with his ears, he may yet find a meal. Pricking those organs forward as he paced toward the scent, he heard noises he didn't expect from the garden -- a voice, a questioning voice. He struggled to scent another large creature; he knew there were a few smaller animals that had the power of speech, but this voice had the timber of something larger: a wolf, a bear, or a lynx. It seemed to be addressing another, but Cyclops neither heard a response nor smelled another animal. He pressed forward cautiously. He feared insane wolves -- and this voice asked if it were crazed -- but he rarely met a threat he couldn't handle. Was the voice perhaps seeking someone, this Fate? Cyke was driven to help others, even as he avoided their friendship; maybe he could assist in a reunion.
"Is someone there?" he asked softly. He wasn't far from where he'd heard the voice, but it was possible the owner had already left -- very silently, with scent obscured. Cyke found it easier to never assume when it came to other animals like him. "Are you looking for someone?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 10:37 am
 The dark was nigh, the forest glowed in the only way a forest with the moonlight on it could. Alesdair thought it was just the destiny he had, that led him to wander the lands, looking for the kindred spirits whom he desired after what had befallen his family. After all, would he have set out to look for those such as he if he had not been driven to it? If cowards had not descended upon his father, his siblings, his family... would he be out here?Looking for those such as he?
Alesdair's braided fur fell around his shoulders as he padded through the thick and glistening brush. Fate had led him unto this path, and he held no ill will towards it. It strengthen him, his resolve to defend others, defend the values that he held dear that had been thrown like trash by the cowards who ripped through his life.
His ears heard the whispered call, the questions that seemed to go unanswered. They heard the other question, one of wonder. Who were these other souls? Those who were not so cowardly to run off in the night. His eyes were not yet adjusted to the dark and the light off the flowers of the forest, but he thought he could smell the scents of others, more than just one.
"If you be kindred spirits of those of those who will not be fearful, I am Alesdair. I am seeking others, who believe in values I have been taught."
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 1:25 pm
"Do I look for someone?" He heard and repeated the question a little more loudly than the first, ears tilting towards the voice. There was a patch of pure blue to his left, far different than the muted and brozing colors of the forest; apparantly he indeed had been heard. Yet another voice, strong and undaunting, came to the teen's right. This one was much harder to see, more than likely blending in much better with the greens of the forest. This one's words hardened Fantasia's resolve.
Fate had answered him, it might seem.
"I seek many, present company," he said, loud enough for them both to hear at once, "for a most righteous cause. But to whom does it concern? What are your values, Alesdair, to bring you here to this particular rose bush, or yours, blue one?" Fantasia had not yet caught a full glimpse of either, and though he did not think either of them dangerous, the adolescent's head remained high and his ears alert, tail twitching casually. "Or has my ramblings simply caught your ears?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 1:34 pm
 "I admit i'm rather curious about said values myself?"
Came a voice from the bushes to the green wolfs left. Chantily too had heard the strangely whispered questions,while in her aimless wandering had stopped to smell the scent of flowers carried so enticingly upon the breeze - and now despite the wiser choice of remaining silent - had felt compelled to speak and reveal her presence.
Pushing through the bushes she came out quite near the male to whom she had asked the question, a flicking tan colored ear and green eyes appraising him for a moment before turning her head towards the murmured question and fanciful scent that had caught her attention first.
"Chantily"
She introduced herself as an aside - eyes roving through the moonlight for two others she sensed nearby though she could barely make them out in the darkness. she wasn't even sure just why she'd been so compelled to show herself amidst this group - typically she'd have paused for a moment and moved on again after determining that those gathered meant no harm. Such a thought - that harm may lurk here - had not even entered her mind however.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 1:43 pm
Cyclops' ears pressed back against his head. There were two more wolves now, though their scents were not covered in flowery perfume--both were adults, one male and one female, and neither smelled of a pack. The breeze against his pelt was cooling; had night fallen already? Had he run out of time for his hunt, to be replaced by swifter, quieter predators whose senses were even better than his? That would be... unfortunate.
The males asked questions he didn't understand, and the female echoed them. Cyke was still unsure about his presence here. "I don't know if hunger is a value; it's the reason I'm here," he said, "if it's even polite to ask complete strangers, or to question their fearfulness." That statement he understood the least. A fearless wolf was a stupid wolf; a quickly dead wolf. He didn't want to hang around with that kind of wolf; they tended to drag others down with their delusions.
"If either of you seek wolves for assistance, I would be happy to stay and give it," he said, placing his cards on the table. "But if it's just company, I'll be going."
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 3:31 pm
Alesdair could hear the slight in the darker, older male's voice. Having no fear was not something on his mind, it led to recklessness. It killed without honor. "Fearlessness is one thing. To feel fear is another. To be completely ruled and controlled by fear is just as bad and as cowardly as having none at all."
Alesdair turned his head, the braids swinging. "After all, you must not be ruled by fear to fight when you must." He eyed the younger one, the young teen's voice that had brought him here wondering if he could find a place for one such as he. The young one had held his own, not letting it show to Alesdair's watchful sight whether or not he may run or speak.
The female... what curiousness. Chantily..? Alesdair honored and defered to the she-wolves. He bowed his head at the she-wolf. "My values? ...I have come looking for others, who such as myself value honor and self-righteousness. I want to find others, who can defend each other, from the evils and cowards that have come to prowl the lands. Loyalty, faith, hope, honor... All of these I hold dear to me. I hope to find others who do the same, as my late father had before he was rid of this earth by cowards."
Alesdair pawed at the dirt beneath him. "Make no mistake, I seek no revenge but to find other kindred spirits like my own. So we can all defend with honor what we hold dear against such cowards without fear, either with words or by fang. Though I hold no question, that my life will be given if it will be my honor to give it for my values, for those who hold them as well."
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 3:58 pm
Chantily lowered herself to her haunches, bushy tail primly curled about her tan forelegs as she regarded those about her with vivid green eyes, eyes which halted briefly on the blue male.
"At least you are truthful" she remarked - and wheather she was referring to his reason for being here or his intention of leaving should they be gathering for some pointless reason was left up for debate.
Her gaze traveled on, caught the bowed head of the green male she had come to sit beside. He had rather lofty goals and she studied him quite thoroughly. "Worthy values...there are alot of evils in this world which need undoing - and scare few willing to do it as far as I can tell" She spoke to him even as her eyes traveled to the youngest of thier group.
It was from his direction that the flowery scent was coming - the scent which had made her stop in the first place and join in on this rather clandestine meeting under the moon, it was his voice she surmised that she had heard upon her entry and she remarked now on one particular phrase which had caught her attention.
"You spoke of a righteous cause I bellieve as I entered?"She questioned him, vivid eyes unblinking, he was a curious sort this teen, so young and yet seeming and speaking with words far beyond his years. He had a high sort of bearing to him that even she - so typically hard to impress could respect and after a few moments felt her gaze turning slightly away - a less confrontational and far more polite state.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 5:03 pm
Fate indeed had heard him! Some hope filled filled the younger one's heart, yet it was tempered with what any adolescent might suffer from: pride. Here he was with lofty goals in mind, and it was that adults came to him through predestination, now with the addition for the first female; this was his chance to prove his worth, to begin the journey towards his goal. His words were the first test, it would seem, versus the common mistakes a wolf his age could make when with those older than him: youthful arrogance.
Fantasia spoke after a moment's pause to take in what each had to say. "What if I seek both, Blind One?" he began, barely able to discern in the dying light the stitches shutting the male's eyes, the scars long embedded upon his face. "I am in need of assistance and company in a particular venture. You all seem to have similar interests that I am looking for: those that want to uphold honor, valour, diligence, piety, and all things good and pure. Chantily is correct: I smell evil on the horizon even now, reaching shadows out like claws," - and here Fantasia put out a paw of his own to hold one of the rosebushel's branches, the thorns not bothering him in the least - "to assimilate what we know to be good and true life.
"I was born with this mission: to lead wolves as a united force against those whom would disrupt nature's balance," the ginger teen continued with growing resolution, gaze lingering upon each in turn. "Revenge? I hope it won't ever come to that, company, for in my mind lies a solid structural planning of the pack. Who among you are warriors? Who among you defenders or healers?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 2:04 pm
Truthful, yes; Cyclops didn't know how to tell a lie. He dipped his head in acknowledgement of the female and her words, but remained quiet while the adolescent spoke. Now that he was growing used to it, Cyke could, with some difficulty, pick the young one's scent out from those of the surrounding roses, giving him enough information to infer his age.
Something in his voice reminded Cyclops of his younger days, when he, too, had ventured forth with lofty ideals, with love in his heart. But Cyclops had known the evil first-hand, when it destroyed his family and his sight, and soon stole away all hope as his mate took her life. Evil was nothing new, something to be fought but never snuffed out.
Forming another pack... could it be so simple? Or would Cyke carry his bad luck with him and taint this group, also? Yet, he didn't have to commit himself. To start up another pack full of ideals and good wolves... to do the work he felt so comfortable doing... and then to leave again, before anything could go wrong. Yes, that could work.
"If you're sure of your mission," he said quietly, "then I, as a defender, can stand with you."
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 10:05 am
Alesdair watched the young male teen. He handled himself well. Alesdair found that very remarkable and admired the young one. He indeed felt like a wolf born to lead. He turned to the she-wolf next to him and watched her for a bit. "Indeed it has been a journey, but I have long believed in a cause that one day I would... And I think I have." Alesdair turned to once again to gaze at the young teen.
“I like you, I admire the way you carry yourself and how you present yourself to others. Your faith and desires resonate with my own. I am a warrior, but I use my body and my wits to defend she-wolves and others. I fight for my values, against the cowards and the evils that plague the lands,” Alesdair responded.
Alesdair stood tall on all four of his paws. His decision resolved, his head held high he gazed at the younger wolf and bowed his head. “If you would take me, under your leadership I will do all that is asked of me.”
“Could I ask for the name of the leader I pledge myself to?”
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 12:14 pm
Chantily turned her green eyes upon the blue male as the rose scented adolescent asked his question - head swiveling upon her furry ruff, she was rather eager to hear the answers these two males would give - although to most observing eyes such eagerness would not be apparent. Calm and collected she seemed to be waiting quite patiently only the movement of her head and eyes breaking the illusion.
A defender the blue male named himself and Chantily could see it in him, though she knew him not at all something in his manner seemed to suit such a distinction.
Her attention turned next to the green male, Alesdair who spoke in a wise voice of not only using brute strength but wit and intelligence as well. Refreshing change that - Chantily was quite pleased to find herself among creatures willing use their brains as well as their fangs. He carried himself in a manner that spoke of a decision already made and Chantily was not surprised when he too pledged himself to the rose scented creature.
Chantily's lamp like eyes turned to regard the teen again after Alesdair spoke - it was apparently her turn to speak or pledge herself as she saw fit and not taking such a decision lightly the tan female regarded this teen once more with evaluating eyes. Would he become what he spoke of? She watched his paw grasping at the thorny bush and mulled over his lilting words. He was young it was true, but Chantily too believed in fate and so did not dismiss her wayward wandering as coincidence, she was not prone to such nightly walks after all - but had felt especially restless this night.
"well" She remarked in a quiet but somehow confident tone - as though concluding a very obvious point of business "It seems you have two warriors and one defender on your hands" she finished, grouping herself in with the warriors.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 2:16 pm
A small smile graced his lips, rare for the usually stoic male; sometimes Tera had to remind him to smile, or his mouth would freeze into a non-expression, and then what? He was only glad that this lack of facial affect not only gave him the appearance of a cool-headed leader, but also could hide the fact that he was forcing himself to speak to their level - the speech of high-court was something he would have to make himself use for many days ahead now before it would fully integrate into his vocabulary. For now, mimicing their dialect would suffice, though he never could imagine how much tongue-work it could be just to get to adulthood.
"An excellent balance," Fantasia remarked, nodding to each in turn and declaring in a clear voice, "Blind Blue. Alesdair. Chantily. I am Fantasia the White Rose, son of Allah the Moss Warrior and Disneyana the Blue Rose. While Telk remains peaceful now, chaos may very well be on the verge: what I seek is order, but I cannot do it alone. If you believe in this goodness that I speak of, then take a rose from the bushel beneath my paw as promise of your goodwill. Consider my offer, and meet me at the full moon seven nights from now should it still be in your interest with the rose in paw, here at this very hillside by the forest."
At this, Fanta himself bent his head towards the edge of the bush, carefully edging his muzzle about a stem and clipping it in one swift bite. A simple pale rose now hung in his maw, painted colors by the last fringes of the sunset. Evening was upon them.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 3:34 pm
As the other to seemed disinclined to move first the tan coat female unfurled her tail and rose to her feet, pacing for ward between the blue and green male she made her way towards this teen with such lofty goals. Lofty - but worthy she recalled, and in her mind - needed. no one else, after all, was stepping forward to rid the lands of its various evils. And Fantasia - despite his youth seemed to carry himself with a leaders grace.
Eying the teen speculatively for a few moments as she drew up before him, letting her eyes tick downwards to the white rose on his shoulder - Fantasia of the white rose indeed.
"I expect I shall be seeing you again shortly" she spoke before dipping her head to clip a rose from the bush and melting into the land beyond him, tan hued legs carrying her swiftly back towards the wounded Otashii. it had been an interesting night indeed - and she still had a hunt to see to.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:31 pm
Although the adolescent's language worried Cyclops -- what in the world was a moss warrior? -- he had too much honor to go back on his word. Still, there was one problem here: how was Blind Blue to pluck a rose? By burying his face in thorns until he managed to locate the stem attached to a clump of petals? No, thank you. And he certainly wasn't going to ask for help.
In fact, if Fantasia the White Rose couldn't simply take Cyclops at his word, and would instead require him to carry a wilting blossom around for a week, then perhaps Cyclops wasn't up to this endeavor, anyway.
The female had already left, apparently with her flower. Cyclops turned to go the opposite direction, the way he had come. "I'll be here," he said, and stalked into the night before another word could be spoken to him.
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