entertaining.angels [pack forming && open]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/rostyn-1.png] It was warm. That was the first thing Rostyn noticed as he stepped out onto the sandy beach lining the cove. His paws tingled as the warm sand engulfed his paws, easing the ache from walking along the cliffs above the cove. The sun was setting and, though it had been almost unbearably hot on the beach earlier in the day, it was comfortable enough now for a stroll along the water's edge. There were no clouds in sight, though Rostyn kept a wary eye on the horizon, as if he expected a storm at any moment. Summer was a time when ocean storms were common, which was something he had learned only a few days ago. But for now the sea was calm. The salty scent of the water filled the air and a cool breeze skimmed along the surface of the sand. Yes, this was a place where he could live comfortably, but not so comfortably that he would grow bored with his life. There were dangers here too, and he liked that. The danger completed the land. Stopping several yards from the water's edge, Rostyn sat down in the warm sand. The breeze ruffled his longer white fur, which itched in the warmth that was left over from the hot day. The water looked inviting, but Rostyn did not want to risk venturing into something so unknown to him. There were too many dangers that could possibly be lurking in the waters. He glanced behind at the tall cliffs towering above the beaches, quickly picking out the narrow, rocky path that he had taken to reach the sand below. At the top of the cliffs he could see tall grasses dancing in the wind. Then he glanced across the water at the cliffs across the way. There was little beach there and the waves pounded against rock, creating a crashing sound that echoed in the cove. Caves dotted parts of those cliff sides, but most were impossible to reach. There were no paths that lead to them. This place feels safe, Rostyn noted to himself. The high walls of the cliffs made him feel protected in some way. If he took the time to learn the territory they would be a great asset if someone ever tried to attack him. Cliffs could offer an endless sources of nooks and crannies for hiding places. And some how the sandy beaches were comforting. It was pleasant to have his paws wrapped in so much warmth. There was prey here, too. Winged fish made their home here, though they had been migrating recently. There were jackalope here too, and perhaps other prey creatures that Rostyn had yet to see. I could see myself living here in the future. It is pleasant and peaceful enough, when there are no storms. Rostyn closed his eyes, basking in the last rays of the sunlight as calm washed over him.

[Eλπiδiα]

Pshaw. It is nothing. There was nothing but the ocean. Why do wolves sigh and gaze upon it like they are lovers? It’s nothing more than a giant puddle.

Elpidia played in the abyss of mind. Her electric form was only seen by her eyes. Her radiant body billowed like smoke, untouchable, but touchably soft. Her long tail flowed out, more like a cloud then a tail. It was more like a wisp of whisper from the blue flame of her body than it was a true tail. Glowing eyes gleamed like demon embers as she strode through the foggy imaginary realm. The subconscious was her lonely throne and Elpidia let out a glorious howl. As her song touched through the dark thoughts, light emanated from her mouth and shone out in beamed rays. She sang until the world around her brightened up. She padded through the collective thoughts of wolves, all whispering the same desires. Greed. Destruction, life, death, need, want. Dream.

She smiled, which carved a grin upon her face, giving her a sinister look as her glowing maw was shut. With the jack lantern’s expression, she decided then and there to make her mark upon the world—or at least tried to. You see, as a Harbinger, she needed to force her presence otherwise, she’d have no existence. Being a creature of thought—not a thought, but a creature of thought (for that distinction was what gave her existence)—she needed to, absolutely, bring herself to the forefront of his mind so that any wolf may think that she was real. She was real.

Elpidia loped in the silence that spoke volumes into her ears. Her eyes that had seen centuries of war and centuries of ill-fate still were dandied with a happiness that seemed ethereal due to the fact that such an ancient creature shouldn’t smile so widely. However, in her mind, presently was that feeling that a soul was willing to open up to her. And she paced the world, which was comprised like a lackadaisical painting of the real world that some drunk artist masterpieced upon with both abstract and super-surreal. She knew that this was the ocean. And her mind touched into the lone wolf who sat in the shore.

For that brief magic moment, she invaded and saw the natural beach as it truly was in the corporeal realm and repeated, for it hadn’t changed in the thousands of years she had been alive, “Vocabantne ‘Mare Nostrum’ hunc?” Her words had a slight edge to them that carried throughout and she touched forth, forcing herself into his mind, but even she couldn’t read his thoughts. She watched them rush by her in clouds and wisps.

“Can you hear me?”

[anyu]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/rostyn-1.png] Growing up around only Lupus and a few Yagi had influenced Rostyn in a way that was less than positive. The Keiyou, Mortui, Harbingers, Sennyo, and even some of the Myou were too different for Rostyn to handle at times. They piqued his curiosity, but warming up to them wasn't easy for Rostyn. Not that he had met all of them just yet. Keiyou were the only ones that he had seen, and that was from afar. With their wings, Keiyou were very extravagant, flashy even in his opinion, whereas he was very simple with his plain white coat. His parents, even, had disliked those wolves with highly noticeable extra parts, and so Rostyn had been raised prejudiced towards some of these wolves. Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the wolf that he was about to meet. Rostyn had seen oceans and beaches before. It wasn't that they were outstandingly beautiful, but that they were calming. The rhythm of the waves as they crashed against the shore could lull him to sleep, just as the warm sand played a hand in making him drowsy. His eyelids began to grow heavy as he stared across the ocean at the horizon, where sky and water became one thing. There were no clouds and it would be dark in an hour. He was tired. Now would have been the ideal time for a nap. As he began to drift off into sleep his mind began to dream, but only short dreams about things that he had been thinking about moments before. In his state of half-sleep he dreamed of running with a pack and hunting a jackalope. As he began to tilt forward towards the sand, however, he was startled back into wakefulness. Eyelids still heavy, he settled back into his sitting position, stifling a yawn. Something spoke to him. At first he believed it was his imagination, but the voice had seemed so real that he believed it was there with him. Rostyn's eyes widened with surprise and he looked around hurriedly for the source of the voice. His body had tensed, as if prepared to spring into action at any moment, and his drowsiness had disappeared. Standing up, Rostyn turned around to look behind him nervously. 'Who's there?" he demanded, feeling very much like a fool as he spoke to the shadows. Something was there, he could feel it. The only problem was, there was nothing he could do if he was unable to see it. "Show yourself!" he called out to whoever was there, not sure if he should expect an answer or not. His fur bristled in surprise and fear. The unknown was a large source of his fear. He liked to know what he was up against, but this time he did not have that knowledge.

[adolf]

There's a large difference between a conscience and a soul. A conscience is a irritating voice in your gut that tells you what is right and what is wrong, usually this is to be ignored. However, a soul can think and feel, and often do the wrong thing. Adolf was lucky enough to have two of each. He was a Myou wolf, this meant he had a second soul. In his case this soul was that of a lemming. The little furry animal was in his features, his bobbed tail, and his silky, tortoise shell pelt. Currently this lemming soul of his was chattering to him incessantly about how foolish he was being currently.

So you scent a wolf, she began exasperatedly, a strange wolf you know NOTHING about and you think a good idea would be to go find it?! Adolf was used to the creature (who he called Pan) scolding him and he had learned just to tune it out. He knew what he was doing, she didn't. Adolf could fight like a wolf, she couldn't. "Lay off Pan" he murmured distractedly. "I can see the wolf now." This was true, Adolf had spotted a snowy colored wolf, apparently talking to /something/ Yippie, you found the big bad wolf, gold star for you! Pan told him sarcastically. Adolf shook his head slightly as if to shake her off and continued towards the wolf.

Soon he was close enough to see his quarry. He could also tell that it was frightened. Of what Adolf could not tell. "Hullo friend, what's wrong?"

[Eλπiδiα]

Elpidia smiled as it became evident that the lone wolf had heard her. His mind illuminated around her as he angrily interrogated her, but she kept silent. Her lantern like eyes and shining maw was glowing a dangerous gold color, as if she was going to devour something akin to sanity. And she shimmered in a tremble of joy as she paced to the forefront of his mind, invited simply by the fact that he asked for her.

“Vocabasne me?” Her voice was sweet, something otherworldly. The Latin was classical, but sounded as graceful as the one spoken in the Church. Chiming and rich. It was a voice that couldn’t be captured by sound and was the thought of a voice sweeter than sweet voices. It could only exist from the throat of the Harbinger and could only be heard by Rostyn.

“Sum Harbinger, sed illum cogitabas.” I am a Harginer, but you were thinking that. She smiled. “Weren’t you?” She shifted gracefully into English. And smiled. “Something of a story. Something of a legend. A voice without a body. A life without a form. Unless. Unless you dream one up for me. Then I can appear.” She smiled, “For you alone. You know what they say about us.”

She was chatty today—mostly due to boredom—and she said, “I can’t exist… unless you let me.” And she strained herself and felt her paw against the side of his cheek. Perfectly invisible and perfectly touched. She knew he felt her. He had to.

“Hospitem habemus.” We have a guest. She smiled as she jumped from Rostyn to Adolf. And immediately, she felt the soul of a lemming. She growled at it, leaving a chill in Adolf’s spine. However, she was still curious about how to deal with it. Interested, she drifted back to Rostyn.

“Hic est lupus.” And she realized that he could take the Latin word for wolf to mean the species Lupus. And she knew that completely—it was the reason why she used it. She could sense that perhaps, it might unfold a fun little drama. What if he thought that this new wolf was simply an odd looking Lupus? A Myou never advertised his species because their species were always considered outsiders. And she smiled, thinking herself a heroine. Perhaps today, she could watch a pack start.

She set up the dominoes. It only took Rostyn to knock them down. Easy as pie. But then again, the fact that it was she... would Rostyn hate that fact? His mind seemed to think her an invader rather than another stubborn thought. He was a smart cookie.

[anyu]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/rostyn-1.png] To be honest, Rostyn felt like an idiot. To any who were watching it must appear that he was talking to himself, though that certainly wasn't the case...was it? Rostyn wasn't so sure himself. He felt as if there was something there with him, but he couldn't tell what it was. In the meantime, Rostyn could also sense the presence of another, this one more solid than the first. His nostrils flared to try taking in the scent of the stranger, but it was difficult to discern the scent from the smell of the sea. Soon, however, a wolf came into view. Rostyn almost sighed with relief. This wolf looked normal, not strange like some of the other wolves here. Nor was this wolf a voice without a body. There was one small oddity, however, and that was the docked tail that he could see behind the wolf. That could have been anything, however, and Rostyn chose to disregard it. "Hullo friend, what's wrong?" the wolf asked of him as he approached. The wolf looked much like a Lupus, but Rostyn was hesitant to accept that label for the wolf just yet. "The voice..." he answered, realizing that he must sound insane. "Can you hear it too?" Indeed, the voice was still talking. Rostyn listened intently to what it had to say, but at first he did not understand. “Sum Harbinger, sed illum cogitabas." He shook his head, unable to understand what the voice was saying. As the voice shifted to English easily, however, he was able to begin understanding again. Still, he did not follow what it was trying to say to him. "I am...confused," he said, looking up to the sky as if he would find the source of the voice there. "What are you?" Having never met or heard of Harbingers before, Rostyn couldn't understand what was going on. This was new territory for him. A touch. Rostyn felt something against his cheek and jumped, startled by the sudden contact. What was it? His mind was reeling, but there was a deep desire in him to understand what this was, what was going on, and what this creature wanted from him. In the meantime, he was also trying to place some attention on the other wolf, the one who had approached a short time ago. There was suspicion in his mind, too. He worried that this creature that seemed to be in his head could be dangerous in some way. "What do you want from me?" he asked the voice, still searching for the source of it with his eyes. "Why are you here?" Questions flashed through him mind even as he spoke those two aloud, questions that he did not dare ask, for fear that he would not like the answers he was given. Best to wait and see what else this creature had to say to him.

[adolf]

Adolf looked around but saw nothing. "I'm sorry!" He apologized quickly, "but I don't see it!" Adolf felt Pan shy away inside him. "What was that?" He murmured to her, in a low voice so that the other wolf would not hear him. 'Another wolf!' Pan spluttered. Adolf shivered, "that's impossible!' He told her sharply but Pan was to hysterical to listen. 'It was here!' She insisted! Suddenly the warm ocean air felt very cold to Adolf. 'Harbringer' Pan murmured.

"Is it possible?" Adolf questioned her, "I thought they were incredible rare!" Pan shuddered, 'they are!' She told him nervously, 'but they exist, and I wonder if one is here...' Adolf had heard of the mysterious creatures known as Harbringers, frightening mist like creatures with the power too bring horrific visions. Adolf didn't much want to meet one. "We could be wrong." He told Pan, however he was still worried.

ooc// Short -dies-

[Artemis]

Elpie smiled as she sat back and found for herself a comfortable seat in his mind. A voice like honey cut into his mind, burning almost like hot coals, but with a strange passionate tone to her sugared words all in Latin. “Amabisne me si facam hunc. Quid est? Tuum ducam et in patriam novam me duces. Haec erit pulchra. Tui ratio gloriasque ullum lupem in novam terram trahere poterunt.” She leaned into his mind and melted into it, merging therefore until she was like a parasite that spoke in the language of the ancient—one that murmured his mind and slowly converted it into her liking. She could take up comfortable residence here. The more she pricked at him, the more she’d be alive.

She once again touched into his mind; her yearning to exist could be heard in that lovely voice. Where every word was a song and every song was the larksong of a thousand. She smiled as every word of her rich Latin flowed into his mind and she forced his imagination to understand her words simply because she hushedly whispered what she meant to him.

Will you love me if I do this? What is it? I will lead you and you will lead me to a new packland. It will be beautiful. Your reason and glory will be able to entice any wolf in to your new land.

Her words had come like smoke as she slipped the whisper in his mind. And they separated so that he heard everything at once. The tiny murmur nothing more than backthought. And perhaps, she convinced him that he knew her favorite language.

“Claim it now. Name it now. You want to, I can tell. You are a leader.” And she smiled as she kissed him, her tender kiss.

She knew that she could feel it on his cheek. “I’m not poisonous. I’m not your imagination. But I require it to live. Give me reason. Make a pack. It will be interesting to see it done. A member that you can only see? I’ll make sure that you know the secrets of the ancients si sapientam cogitas te delectabit.” She stayed away from the Myou after an experimental touch in the mind.

It's just like the uneducated to fear what they do not understand.

[anyu]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/rostyn-1.png] "I'm sorry! but I don't see it!" Rostyn had expected such an answer. If he couldn't see what it was that was here then why should this wolf? He watched the visible stranger, noticing odd behavior, as if he was talking to someone, though Rostyn failed to catch what he was saying or whom he was talking to. Perhaps this stranger was in on some secret that was meant to trick him. Suspicion ran through his mind, but he did not openly show it on his face. He did, however, notice when the stranger shivered, and then began to wonder if the presence in his own mind had also touched the other wolf. His eyes studied the stranger, noting differences in his appearance that varied from a normal lupus as he had done before. His suspicion raised, he was now curious. "What are you?" he asked of the stranger, his voice a little demanding, with a note of strain in it. "What is your name?" The voice spoke again. Rostyn had come to understand that it was female by it's sound, though he wasn't certain. In his head he thought of asking what it - or her - name was, but there were other thoughts at the forefront of his mind, trying to break through and be voiced. The voice was using that strange language again, the one that he knew he had never heard or used before. But for some reason he found that he could understand what was being said in that strange language. He contemplated the words, considering what had been said. It was difficult for him to grasp why he understood what she said, for he knew that this was a language that he was not familiar with. He spoke English and nothing more. He also struggled to grasp the concept of what she was. He had never known of a species called Harbinger before, and he had never been told stories of them when he was younger. "Will you love me if I do this? What is it? I will lead you and you will lead me to a new packland. It will be beautiful. Your reason and glory will be able to entice any wolf in to your new land." Of course his original intention in coming here had been to begin a new pack. The only problem had been that he had no members to begin the pack with, and a lone wolf could hardly call himself a pack. He mulled over what she said, though he had already made his decision in his mind. Though he disliked the entity that had made her home in his mind, curiosity kept him from trying to drive her out. His own mind told him that having her around could be interesting. Besides, she could help him in starting his pack. He turned the the stranger, his eyes determined this time, and spoke with decision. "I want to start a pack," he declared. "You and I and her. What do you say?"

[adolf]

Adolf stared, start a pack? Him? Adolf shook his head to clear it. Inside his mind pan was practically screeching, 'NO! NO, NO, Adolf!! I Hate other wolves! You know that! I'M PREY!' Adolf shook his head again and responded to the lemming, "Pan, calm down! You're not prey when you're living /in/ a wolf!" He felt Pan shutter. Adolf sighed, 'It's alright Pan.' He assured her, however Pan was obviously not speaking to him because he was interested in this wolfs proposition. Adolf sighed but he had more imporant things to attend to, like the second part of the question. "Her?" Was there another wolf there?

"Who is her?" Adolf asked whipping his head from side to side. "Is there someone else here." He murmured to Pan. Pan sniffed and hissed, 'Harbinger!' Adolf nodded, "It must be..."

After the initial shock of the question Adolf began to allow his mind to consider it, he could be in a pack! He could be a important wolf. Others might not just dismiss him because of his species. "Whatever you mean," he began with a grin, "I'll do it!"

[Eλπiδiα]

Elpidia smiled and the light from her maw filled the mindspace of Rostyn. She was still trapped in his subconscious, her form still formless. He had to open up to her yet. The mind of a wolf was a sharp and hard to break into safe. Not many wolves left their minds for anyone to enter. Most had them closed up and Elpidia mostly had to play in their thoughts until they accepted her fully and brought her to life such that they could see her with their own eyes.

Her name. He wanted her name. “Me voca Elpidia.” The w sound of the v sounded elegant as she slipped the phrase from her mouth. It floated in gold rays from her mouth. And sank into his mind, translating as it merged into his thoughts. Call me Elpidia.

Most harbingers never kept the name they were born with. Most of them picked up new names as they went on with their lives in the hidden world of the mind. Centuries can pass and you can still love your name, but most harbingers grew bored with their monikers and cast them off for names that truly reflected who they are.

The smiling female revealed herself in the light of his mind. She did not know how she appeared in his eyes as she faded into existence, just for him. “We can start a pack here. We can end a loneliness. What do you say?” And she jumped from Rostyn’s mind to that of Adolf’s.

Elpidia nestled against the lemming. “It smells like poison here. Why hate me? Because you don’t understand me?” She tried to coax the lemming into trusting her. Also Adolf, but she felt he was a smart wolf. “You do know that the only reason he’s accepting you is because I told him that you eras lupus.” She slipped into her favorite tongue before slipping back to English. “No hard feelings? Just start a pack and feel like, for once, that you’re a wolf. We’re of the same type Myou—that which no one accepts because they fear. Why be them when you know the pain it is to be an Outsider? I am a member of this forming pack as you are. Treat me as such.”

And she jumped from the double gendered mind of the Myou and back into the cozy one of the new Alpha male.

“So it begins, correct?”

[anyu]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/rostyn-1.png] “Yes. Her. The voice. Surely you must know that there is someone else here by now, though you cannot see her yet.” Yet. Why had he chosen to use that word? Perhaps he truly believed that this wolf was not a figment of his imagination and that one day he would be able to see her. Or perhaps his tongue had slipped and he had added the “yet” in there by accident. Either way, it had been said, and he figured that he would let the others make what they would of it. He lifted his head higher, as an alpha should, and looked down at the visible stranger. When he saw the willingness on the stranger’s face and finally received an answer to the all-important question of forming a pack, Rostyn let a grin spread across his own face. This was fantastic news. He now had two members, enough to start a pack here in the cove. His tail smacked the ground a few times happily, then he stood and pointed his head to the sky. “We shall be known as the Majilu Adomé Kingdom, and we shall be a Kingdom for all those like us who wish to join!” As he lowered his head his words still echoed off the cliffs. As they faded away he looked down at the wolf that as of yet had no name. “As one who has helped me to form my pack, you shall be a Commander of the Spies and the High Guard, which shall make up one division of the pack.” He nodded his head, as if to affirm his decision, and then awkwardly looked around, as if he could see Elpidia, though he knew he could not. “And you, Epidia, shall be my closest advisor.” Unsure if he should say anything else, he looked back at his first Commander and smiled, a friendly smile that was hardly regal in any way. “And I will be King, the leader of this pack. But you may call me Rostyn.” His tail wagged once more, a goofy grin upon his face, and he no longer tried to grasp the idea of Elpidia. He accepted that she was here and a part of this pack, and that was all. His head lowered, his show of regality at an end, and he looked much more like the odd, friendly wolf that he really was. “I think this will be fun, don’t you?”

[adolf]

Adolf stepped back a few paces as he felt another soul enter his own, but she was not talking to him, she was coaxing Pan. Adolf smiled unsure, fat chance this one had of controlling his fiery second soul. Somehow, impossible as it seemed Pan was listening. Pan was connecting. Pan was understanding. The Lemming nodded and in a bemused tone responded "she's right you know."

Adolf hardly has time to register the shock of this new development because the she-wolf had turned her attention to him. Adolf shook her head, and thought wistfully, 'I should have known I wouldn't be accepted without a little prodding.' Adolf grinned ruefully, he had begun to trust this strange creature. 'Thank you' he wasn't quite sure how to speak with her, so he tried just thinking /towards/ her.

Adolf turned his head towards the wolf who had begun to speak. He could hardly believe his ears. Him? A high rank? A commander. A grin lit Adolf's handsome features and responded only to the wolf's final question, "Yes." Adolf responded with a wag of his tail, "Yes I think this will be fun."