Re: Follow the Compass -Joining-

[Sagittar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/SBAKC.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk In the pink tainted skies a speck of white soared on the brisk winds of the north, diving and plummeting in twirls only to rise once again in a series of melodious and languid movements. From a far it appeared to be an exotic if not exhilarating dance, execution of the movements being done in a timely and calculated fashion. However, to the myou it was much like breathing, his body flowing through the dance with ease as his large wings propelled him along the air currant in which he flew. His travels had brought him to the north where tales of a unique pack was said to make birth, one that could cater to his particular ethics and morals. For many years he had roamed as a feared Rogue, his reputation as a mercenary proceeding him from land to land, however now he almost felt it was time to instill more direction to his life journey. His mentor had always stressed the need to stay true to his own being and essence, educating the myou that life was more about the journey than the destination. Sagittar had survived his difficult past thus far, if but barely by the grace of the High Spirit and the care of a patient mentor, and was now prepared to once again face that which he had grown to distrust; pack life. Part of him was concerned that wounds of his past would once again be exposed raw to the world, but he knew that if such a fear existed then he would not grow stronger until it had been conquered. For this reason Sagittar had chosen to relinquish his solitary life and affront the reality that he would need to join a pack to combat this new chapter in his life. To be honest he could not be sure that he would stay within the pack, no one joining could be entirely sure of that fact, but he was certain that he would stay for as long as his soul told him he should. That by itself was honest enough, and it was by a very similar code that the mercenary lived his life by day to day. The Drott of the Enclave was said to be a powerful yagi, twas no less that Sagittar would expect given the proficient reputation that his pack had and he hoped that Ahote would be a fellow that he could get along with, Sagittar was generally a pleasant enough chap by nature anyways. As the horizon began to darken into violet and magenta tones, the winged wolf came to make a graceful decent near the pack territory, his ebony tipped wings folding elegantly near his body as the thin rpoud black feathers on his neck rose. Vibrant blood red eyes peered out of an orange mask around him, scanning for any sign of a predator while he moved forward with purpose. His tail trailed out behind him, double pointed feathers curling softly at the end as the bottom half of his body, inky black, blended in partially with the evening shadows. True he was certainly a wolf of stark contrast, much like his profession versus his personality, but life was much funner if things remained an enigma, that way the mystery could live on and the romance of the moment would know eternal life. For all his cunning wit, the male was still a bit of an ol’ fashion romancer at heart, rare and unusual in these fast paced times really. His view of females was perfectly matched with the pack’s creed and it was in part this traditional view of matters that had helped to make up his mind. Moving up onto and errant boulder he sat down and waited patiently for his presence to be noted, mindful of the borders that clearly defined where a wolf could and should not go. | S a g i t t a r' s . S o n g |

[SYVER !]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-11.jpg] He was a true male now. He had grown into his body, though smaller than his brother and father he dwarfed over most of the other pack members. Syver shook his still growing rack of antlers, rising from the ground of the tree and stretching out his body. It had been a while since he had done anything with his brother; he always seemed too busy for him, which saddened the young yagi. So he amused himself by running errands which he hoped would help his father. One day, he assumed, Aroh would rule in Ahote's stead, and he would serve as his trusted advisor. This was his home and his inheritance... and Syver would do whatever he could to keep it safe. After a quick coughing fit, he was off, lumbering into the forest to search for food. It was a fairly mundane task, but soon a rabbit was hanging from his jaws. He stashed it for later, not quite hungry yet. His mind was racing though, with all the new wolves in the territory. There were murmurs about alliances with other packs, and one of them would be sent away and betrothed. Syver half wondered if that would be him; he was expendable, in a sense. Aroh was the bulk and strength Ahote needed, and Adraxxia his only daughter. Syver loved his father but he had not the rapport either sibling had with him, unfortunately. A frown knitted across his brow but was quickly replaced by a different emotion. Concern. A new smell was wafting in the territory, one completely strange and unheard of. They had a few myou already in the pack, but this smell was so... distinct and strange. Syver was off in a flash, a slow lope taking him towards the borders. He never ran too fast, fearing he would find himself short of breath and without anyone around him. His lungs were wrong somehow, and it caused him to tire easily. So long as he didn't push himself, he was fine. Soon he came across a most curious creature, seated atop a rock. A single brow rose as he stared at the wolf, red painted around its eyes. His lips pursed, and he padded forward, his body held with regality. Had his tail not been cropped, it would have been held high, denoting his position as one of nobility. "Good evening," he murmured, his golden eyes staring at the wolf. "Am I to assume you await a welcome party?"

[Sagittar]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/SBAKC.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk The air spoke of spring in the north, cool and still quite crisp for the time of year in the falling evening hours it was a refreshing feeling for the myou who had grown up in hotter and much drier climates. However, his teacher had stressed the importance of being able to adapt to any climate to permit a more versatile living style, and so the cold would not bother him all that much anyways. Glancing to the horizon he placed his gaze upon the towering mountains, it was another destination he intended to visit in the coming spring months as they stood so regal and unyielding in the distance. It did not matter how much the wind would howl, the mountains would never bow down and the secretary bird myou was of a same mind. As if to contradict him the breeze picked up and came to ripple through his feathers angrily, not enjoying being disregarded. Changing the direction of his gaze he looked over the Taiga, an impressive land all the same with towering solid trees and a rugged terrain that was beginning to show signs of the hardy wild flowers that would cover it in summer. Just then something moved from in the woods, his eyes narrowed using the increased vision capacity his second soul allowed him and he rolled his shoulders decisively. Looked as though someone had indeed noticed his presence earlier than anticipated, it was now or never and he rose from atop his perch and leaped to the ground in a fluid movement. Patiently he waited for the large wolf to make its way over to him, was this Ahote the Alpha? Sagittar did not think so unless the Alpha’s size had been exaggerated, besides this wolf was still young despite the fine set of antlers growing on his head and his grand size. Either way it was a pack member and judging from the regal manner in which he held himself, he was certainly of some value within this pack. That suited Sagittar find and he moved towards the wolf with his lean and lanky stride, bending into something of a welcoming bow of acknowledgement that was meant as a sincere gesture. With a small yet friendly smile of good will on his maw he said, “And same to you good sir. You have indeed assumed right, my name is Sagittar the Rogue and I do come to request permission to join your ranks.” His speech came forth, a bit rough around the “r’s” but still quite eloquent. | S a g i t t a r' s . S o n g |

[SYVER !]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-11.jpg] With the melting of the snows, brought spring. It seemed like forever since Syver had seen summer and spring before, and he much preferred the colder climates of winter and autumn. The heat made his body slick with sweat and if it was humid it clogged up his throat, making his breathing worse than it already was. Thankfully the evening was chill, as most spring evenings went, and Syver appreciated it. He knew this summer he would find himself in the shade and bathing in the lake frequently, whether he planned to or not. The wolf noticed his approach. If he hadn't, Syver would have been worried. A huge, green, lumbering yagi was a hard thing to miss, even in a forest of trees. He placed his huge paws carefully displaced his weight on the rocky ground, bringing him over to where he had now risen. He definitely looked similar to his father, and he knew that his father's reptutation preceeded him. He looked more like the drott than his brother, Aroh, but even still he was smaller in size and different in regards to his horns. He assumed he still held a regal appearance though, especially to smaller wolves, which were most of them. Soon the strange winged male moved towards him, but Syver didn't quicken his pace, eventually nearing the male. He bowed towards him and Syver replied with a low nod of his head, acknowledging his respects. "Thank you," he spoke in reply, his muscles rigid as he stood before the male. He wasn't trying to tower over him, or intimidate him, it was more so his stance. "Welcome Sagittar, I am Syver, son of Ahote, the Drott and leader of these lands," his voice was low and collected, smooth where Sagittar's was rough. It was strange how different just the placement of birth meant to your speech. "I am sure my father would be more than happy to accept you into our pack, provided he meet with you first. Ahote enjoys knowing all who live within our borders. I can lead you to him," his words were an offer, but also a command. If he wished to join, he would need to meet his father. If he rejected the offer, Syver would have to run him off. He hoped for the former option, and since the male had been interested in joining, he assumed that would be the result.

[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] With the coming of spring, Ahote was busier than ever, for there was much to be done. During the winter, when temperatures reached a dangerous low, most of his pack sought shelter within their dens, only venturing out during the days for exercise and to feed themselves. Even Ahote’s duties were slack, doing the minimal patrolling with the male members and spending more time with the younger members of the pack. Now with the coming of spring he was busy again, and he knew soon enough males would be taking a liking to females they had courted or mated with during the winter. His own nights had been spent enjoying his Diamanta and his days busily spent patrolling and hunting for his pack. He was utterly proud of his strapping young sons, and even Avalon’s pups, Delirium and his sisters and brothers were coming into their own and finding their places within the pack which made him proud. He was worried about his youngest son though, Syver had always had some health problems, and though he was strapping and handsome, Ahote could not help but worry if he would grow to be as strong as he was. As with many fathers he wanted to make sure he would have a fine lineage to continue on after he left. On this day he was out along the border, having taken the morning to associate with some of the newer members and even some of the females here and there. After spending some time eating and stretching out he sighed as he stretched out his muscles. His body was still impressive and probably would be for the next couple of years and seeing as he had been able to protect his pack from any threats the peace would allow him to live longer than some less lucky pack leaders. For right now the male had everything to look forward to, and though he was out patrolling he was not above stopping here and there to notice the scents of his pack members and how the prey were beginning to come out as well having bred and continued their survival as well as the pack’s. Idly brushing up against a tree to take care of an errant itch he reflected on things, as far as their scents went he could see the Empire wolves were still within the territory, and now he also had Rhia and her pack here as well. Although he was content to have Diamanta, Rhia had taken over his thoughts since she had arrived. The small spunky female, had brought her own wonderful offspring and a dragon to his territory. It was something he had never dealt with but he was not going to turn them away under any circumstance. Being who he was he never thought to turn away someone or something he found that could be useful to him or his family. He was not one to predict the future, but one who always considered the course of his actions or what could happen given one wrong move. Should he make that move he needed to make sure that he had something to fall back on and help deflect any back lash. Within the next few moments the breeze carried the scent of an unknown being and that mingled with the scent of his son. Twitching his nose slightly, he tried to squash the immediate sense of charge onto the scene and destroy anything that might be a threat to his offspring. Snorting slightly and shaking his head, his horns swinging as he made his way into their general direction. His long legs carried him there swiftly, and soon the form of his son became visible. Pride surged into his eyes as he looked down at the near mirror image of himself. Syver held a special place within his mind, for he was the pup that looked like him the most and he knew that he was an intelligent and compassionate wolf. Next to his son another wolf gained his attention and his yellow and green mixed eyes turned to him. Another keiyou…no…not necessarily, his eyes swept over him and seeing that his coloring, especially around his eyes was rather bright, and though he had met keiyou with odd coloring, there was something different about him. He tilted his head slightly and raised his voice to his son, “Hello Syver, I thought I smelled you…and someone else, and so I have come to investigate.” He stood near Syver, his chest proudly puffed out, while his head and even his docked tail stood high. Being his son, Syver had the right just as Aroh did to carry themselves with the same important airs that Ahote did. The male in front of him still interested him and so with a turn of his head he looked at him, “I am Ahote, the Drott of the Aurelian Enclave. Who might you be, and what has brought you to the Taiga and lands of the Enclave?” For the moment his posture and stature was not threatening, but he did make sure he was close enough to Syver that should something happen he would take the brunt of it. Even though he was the Drott and an important figure, he would gladly lay down his life for his young. [[Muse ran short…>.>]]