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 Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:24 pm
Bells. The deep thunderous ring of the distant bells brought the dark muzzle of the female upward, her gaze not focusing on anything as she silenced her breathing to listen. The gentle ringing would swing back and forth, some smaller tings were as soft as a psalm, and the others loud and deep like the far off roll of an exploding cannon. She knew this belonged to a human establishment, but its meaning was a mystery to the female. Were the sounds a call to arms? They reminded her of the rally cry of a pack, a haunting tune she only had the opportunity to hear on occasion, having lived alone with her family outside of any pack territory. Still listening to the bellowing chimes, she pressed forward, entering into a seldom wandered patch of land, a land recently harboring a new pack of wolves.
Moonlil had watched members of this selective pack once before, observing what she gathered to be their initiation into the ranks of this strange organization. She found it curious, their rites involving the thorny flowers that blossomed here and there, but more poignantly around the human establishments, hiding away the stone walls with their lush foliage and crimson buds. Why did they place such an interest in such a little thing? Certainly the scent was delicious, but was there some specific connotation behind the flower that she was missing? Whatever the case, she planned on ending her curiosity tonight, looking to no longer be the spectator as she had before, but to come forward to the pack and seek their acceptance.
She needed this opportunity. She wanted it. And she was going to make it happen.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 11:45 am
[Insert Anoop Here]
His travels were well planned once he had found the land of the rose. He was happy he had left his old home. Home was long away, and probably dead right now. The food had relocated, leaving the wolves of his old pack to wither and die. Not many had been brave enough to make the journey. But he had felt the call within him, and swelled up with pride.
He had done something good for himself. He was happy that he had left then, because now.. He was happy, with a full belly.
His nose danced along the ground, sniffing for the newest hunt. He could smell the trail of the hare. It teased him with its scent as he followed blindly. He was hungry, and he could feel his belly rumble a little. Of course, he had asked permission to hunt. He didnt want it to be seen he was hunting without the pack.
His ear swiveled back, when he heard the crunch of a twig. His head lifted from the earth, and he stood tall and large. He was a taller boy, his muscle built from the journey that he had made in a few short weeks. Those weeks had seemingly gone on and on though.. He had been beginning to think he would never be able to get to the Order. But only a few days after that thought, he had landed in the right place.
"Hello?" He asked, though he knew that his hello, meant losing the meal.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 8:10 pm
A curse didn't even enter her mind as she stepped onto the twig, listening instead to it echo in her ears, magnified by her attention having narrowed in on it, though it was hardly enough noise to draw attention. She pulled her paw from it, frowning at the thing before looking back up, peering cautiously about the area. Her heart gave an extra hard thump against her chest as she heard the voice before plopping to the very bottom of the chasm of her innards. The females breath hitched once more.
It was a male's voice, soft, but she couldn't read any more from it. It didn't sound confrontational, but she wouldn't assume the stranger was friendly either, knowing it wasn't a wise decision on her part to venture into the territory without an escort. Still, curiosity got the better of her. With thin paws, Shateiel snuck forward toward the direction of the sound, not answering, but she wanted to inspect her new interest more up close and personal.
Upon finding the male, her maw poked out of the brush, black and dark, tinted hues of green that matched the bush she happened to be hiding between. Well, if this fellow turned out not to be friendly she had speed on her side, and she saw no point in hanging behind because she didn't know him. If she didn't take this forward step now, she wondered if she would ever, and with one last intake of breath she pulled forward, fully presenting herself to him. Her half-masked face was stretched with curiosity. Silence was her answer.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 4:00 pm
 Things had settled down remarkably quickly in The Order. Wolves were co-mingling without too many problems arising yet, and he sighed a breath of relief. One could never know what it was like to be alpha unless one was one or an expecting mother: both waiting with bated breath until the idea (or puppies) came forth into the world realized, at first vulnerable but soon growing into creatures to be proud of. This was how he considered the pack as a whole in a sense, The Order's birth a proud moment of his teenage fatherhood - however odd that sounded. Better was knowing that his whole family was with him, Terabithia at his side as the second would-be alpha, Yensid in the shade quiet as ever but still there for advice, their parents reinvigorated with the new blood and life about them.
He strode confidently, wrapped in these thoughts until he heard a familiar voice that broke his concentration. Ears pricked, he recognized Anoop's soft tenor and diverged from his original path (which hadn't been concrete to begin with) to meet with him. Terra had taken a special liking to the song-loving male, and Fantasia wanted to know about the citizen because of it. "Hail, Bird Song," he greeted Anoop with his second name as he drew up beside the brown male, following his gaze curiously towards a particular bushel ahead - or rather on the wolf stepping forth from it. Fantasia remembered that face vaguely from the last gathering ceremony, equally silent now as she had been then. "And to you too, stranger," he added with a slight nod. "I remember you from earlier. Were you intrigued by the Blood Rose Oath?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 4:58 pm
Anoop had been ready to move on, ready to take the silence as queue that no one was actually there.
But he heard a rustling of the leaves, and his ears perked as a curious expression painted over his maw.
He lowered his nose to the trunk, smelling it before pulling back. She appeared before he had a chance to talk to her again, and he gave a little smile.
She was quiet, even after staring at him she said nothing. Her actual appearance was rather intimidating, but she didnt seem..Malicious.
He was going to talk to her again, but his mouth opened and shut when Fanta wandered into the scene. He smiled, giddy that he was part of the lands that he loved so much. He hadnt been an official member, until Tera had taken interest in him.
She had designated him her personal helper.. Something he wanted to do all too well.
He had no interest in the sexual side of the female, he was ready to do her bidding and to do his duty to his lands.
"Fantasia. Tis a pleasure as always." He bowed a little, and smiled, turning attention back towards the female.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 1:58 pm
The female continued to stare, only stare, her silence adding to the eerie sensation her appearance already gave. Still, her expression was soft, not stern or condescending; it was gentle as she observed the male who stared back. She may have said something, may have started forward was there not another male who entered the scene. Her ears pulled back before falling forward again, not one to shy away from strangers like her mother or siblings. No, she may have been quiet, but she wasn't cowardly.
The male's greeting, Shateiel got the younger of the two's name, and she watched as they exchanged pleasantries. But then Fantasia addressed her, giving her a greeting and more than she had expected. So this one remembered here being there...well, her hiding spot had obviously failed, but at least this paved a way for her to talk with him now, if only her voice would start up.
"I was, yes," she answered and fell silent once more, not adding anything to the conversation. She didn't express her interest to join, and though she knew her silence could become an annoyance, it was who she was and she wouldn't push herself any more than she already was.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 6:16 pm
"A spark of interest on a rather ordinary day for you, was it? It must have looked odd to an outsider," Fantasia remarked with a slight nod, "but an excellent metaphor for what it means to be loyal, I find. A drop of blood for the rose, an able body for the pack." Now that he saw Anoop, Fanta recalled his wanting to talk to him about his services to The Order stretching beyond his bard talents, but he could also not simply leave the girl when she was close to his territory; or that was his thinking at least, growing a tad nosy once wolves he did not know drew too near to the border.
"I was in the mood for a walk," he said, addressing Anoop, "if you wish to come along; I needed to talk to you about my sister. But does our guest want for something first?"
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