[Joining thread] Dare I JOIN this PACK?

[nima]

It was nearly dawn... The dark skies rained down liquids, dampening the pelt and wings of a slender femme. Her antennae twitched slightly at the touch of rain. Jaw automatically fell open, tongue lolling out in joy as the first drops hit her tongue. She remembered her first rain like yesterday. Jumping around, trying to get it off of her. She half smiled at the thought of it. Yes, she had been a dim witted pup, to say the least. Not that she was not still dim witted. The day had begun as foggy, the deer prancing through the mists as the wolves were just getting ready for their hunts.

The delicate femme put her nose to the ground, sniffing. There was a pack near by. She realized that she was on pack territory. Yes, this was it. She had to join this pack and get a rank. Her wings fluttered, not lifting her in the least. She lifted her head, tail wagging, seeking the alpha. Slowly, carefully, she let out a friendly howl, to show that she was here, meant no harm, and wished to join.

[rolan]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/peacockwolfmid.png] The majestic creature was padding through the swamp serenely. His feather-adorned wings ruffled as a breeze blew by with a slight whisper in the trees. His claw-footed feet tightened their grip on the soil as he realized that was not all he'd heard. The howl of a wolf. He recognized it easily, as he'd heard howls like this before. Of course, it was different, but it had the same tone. This wolf was looking for someone. Specifically, himself. Pricking his ears and leaping gracefully from tree root to tree root, he made his way over to the place where he'd heard the howl come from. Soon he got there, and discovered a Sennyo awaiting him. "Why hello, my dear," He said, his voice a high-pitched purr, "What brings you to the Swamp?" OOC//: Sorry, I'm a little rusty.

[nima]

The femme looked up as she heard a pother nearby. Her ears perked, she looked around, then her eyes landed on what looked like a friendly wolf male.. Wait.. He was.. different. His legs were claws instead of feet, long feathers covering his back legs. His fur was a dark blue, icy blue atop his head with sand color along his back. All in all, very striking. And different. But maybe different was good. Paws masaged the earth nervously as he spoke "Why hello, my dear," Came his voice. At first she thought it was a growl, then realized it was more of a friendly purring sound. Or so she hoped. She did not know whether he was truely friendly or not.

Crap what had she gotten herself into? Two hundred years of life, that left a hundred and ninety six more at the most. She wanted to be certain when she joined a pack. Sure, safe, secure... Knowing nothing will harm her. Home. Yes, she wanted it to feel like home. But maybe that would come later. "What brings you to the Swamp?" Came his voice again, and she smiled a little, tail tucked between her legs.

"I am.." She looked at him, her tail now switching back and forth in a friendly manner. It stopped wagging, drooping nervously and tucking again. "I am.. looking for a pack, sir." She said, lowering her head as a sign of submission. "I hope to join yours, if you are the leader..."

[rolan]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/peacockwolfmid.png] Sasha held his feathered head high as she mentioned joining. "Yes, I am the Alpha of this pack." He lifted a clawed foot to his face and licked it, before padding up to her. "My name is Sashura, Defender of Wolfkind, but most people call me Sasha." He said proudly, with emphasis on his full title. He looked at the Sennyo, wondering what she could offer to the pack. She certainly wouldn't be a fighter. Not that fighters mattered much in a pack about celebration. After all, he was trying to be at peace with everyone. "And your name, madame?" Sasha asked rather politely. "Here, in the Quese-Anar Clan, we delight in ceromony and celebration. How do you think you could benefit this pack, miss..."

[nima]

She looked at him, smiling. Her tail came up and wagged slightly, showing she was friendly. He licked his.. claw.. and then said he was the alpha of the pack. Nodding, she looked to him with a little caution. "May I join your ranks, then?" She asked softly. She looked to him, feeling trust in him suddenly. An alpha, yes.. He would surely protect her, as he called himself the defender of wolf kind. A defender would certainly let her join, defend her frail being against harm..

<Snap out of it.> She thought and looked at him, smiling once more. Tail tucked slightly, nervously. She looked at him, lowering her head to submission once more. "I only wish to join you. I hope that is alright with you."

[rolan]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/peacockwolfmid.png] The great Sasha smiled at her and kept his patience. She had ignored his question about her name, but he'd let it slide. "Yes, miss, yes. Joining us is just fine." He licked one of his claws again before speaking. "We have many fine ranks. Warriors, hunters, teachers, healers, who we call 'Alchemists.' Do you think you'd fit one of those?" He asked politely. Then, looking her in the eye, he asked her again. "And miss, please, tell me your name. We can't just keep calling you 'miss' for the rest of your days."

[nima]

The rain had started to pour for a few moments, leaving the femme soaked to the bone. She listened to the pitter patter of the rain against the mud contrasted to the drip drop against the water around her. Trees with roots creeping over the water were all around her, some intertwined. It gave a creepy enough appearance, but she was certain this pack was not creepy at all. In fact, she liked this alpha. She liked this pack and the sound of it as he explained it to her. "We have many fine ranks. Warriors, hunters, teachers, healers, who we call 'Alchemists.' Do you think you'd fit one of those?" She listened and tilted her head, thinking about it for a moment. She nodded decisively.

"I'll let you rank me. I have strength, but not much. My speed is great, fast, and swift. But what I most love are puppies.. I wish to have my own soon.. But alas, the opportunity has not shown itself..." She said softly, her voice drifting off into a mumer. Puppies. How dearly she wanted to be a mother, to care for her own little puppies. It would be so.. so grand! But no male seemed to want to face fatherhood with her. She sighed at the thought. Gathering herself, she said softly... "Enough of that, though. I am sure I will find a suitable rank. Take me to your pack lands, please. Oh.. And call me Nima. As that is my name." She said and gave him a smile, whisping her tail skywards, no longer feeling fear.