The Silence is Deadly -Cresent/Open-

[Verboten]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/verbotentablebackground.png] Verboten’s eyes peered off into the distance, her eyes sad and dark with emotions. Her red pelt was thick, full, and winter-style, keeping her warmth in. The shade had darkened a bit with the emergence of her full winter coat, and she glanced down in distaste. It looked like blood, dried blood. Her face turned away and Verboten shook her head, rolling her eyes up to the heavens. Apparently she was the toy the Great Spirit turned to when it was bored. Suddenly, with an almost frightening clarity, as she thought of the Great Spirit, the Voice returned. Its tone was irritating, as if the appearance of it wasn’t bad enough. So, you escaped the ordeal unscathed? its acid tone sarcastic. From none of your help, it seems. You got me into that mess, and I had to nearly die to get out of it, you sick bastard. What is your problem? Are you that entity everyone believes controls the universe, or some figment of my imagination? Her questions received no response, and the Voice was quiet. I’m whoever you want me to be, It responded, the Voice seeming to turn to dust and ash, flying away with a sharp gust of wind. Verboten sighed, once again the Voice was there, and always it seemed, would it haunt her steps. Her reddish-brown face turned as she observed the terrain beneath her feet and before her. She was at the edge of something, and she thought back to the Empire and her ‘vacation.’ Needing some time to herself, she’d snuck off; they had not paid much attention to her small self leaving anyway, so Verboten had decided a nice, cool and rocky climate to up her muscles and stamina would be a good vacationing spot, especially since the views were spectacular. Of course, the fear of heights sort of conflicted with that desire, and she’d spent the first day and a half hyperventilating at the edge of an ice-cliff, and then in her makeshift den. Verboten had passed out once or twice. She’d returned not long after to discover a sad sight—while she was gone, the Empire had dispersed, the winds, snow, and herd scents eliminating the once only partially stale pack scent. Her scent had been washed from the muddy terrain like her pelt was washed by herself every morning. Dejectedly, she had returned to the south, seeing if a good pack resided here. A few loners had pointed her in the direction of the pack called ‘The Children of Hitter Airy’ or some such thing, and she’d decided to check them out. A pack could always easily be left, and so Verboten yawned as she searched the land. It was dotted with trees, but mostly made of brown and gold grasses, the stalks of flowers dead from the winter, and the bare trees providing no shelter from the elements. Verboten sighed, rising to her well-worn paws, than trotted up to gently sloping hill, crunching lightly through the grasses on a mission. Her trespassing was normally allowed when she told them of her wish to join. “Hello? Hello there?” She called her ears forward in an attempt to catch every sound. A murder of crows startled up, screeching up and outward on midnight black wings, there raucous screams echoing in her ears. "speechtest"

[Cresent]

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[Verboten]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/verbotentablebackground.png] A rather slim, golden-brown and orange wolf bounded from the stand of the trees, walking around Verboten with enthusiasm. Another lyxxus, she noted by the four tails, a year younger then herself and female. A smile was on the other wolf’s face as she gushed and babbled, and Verboten caught the questions to answer. A young, bouncy, pretty wolf; she called herself Crescent and asked about Verboten’s self. About to reply, the wolf continued and she shut her reddish-brown maw for a moment, waiting for her turn. “Rather talkative, aren’t we?” She chuckled, a smile on her face. Another lyxxus she could handle. “That’s okay, madam. My name’s Verboten, and I’m afraid am I’m not part of ‘this’ pack. Quite the opposite. I come from up north, from the Empire—have you heard of that?—rather large pack, full of Yagi and on the tundra. They dissolved, though, while I was away; and I heard of the pack here… Hitter Airy or some such name. For the life of me I can’t get my tongue around it. ’Specially since the loners are missing a tooth or two, and slur it a bit. I’m also afraid, madam, that I’m not your age at all. Actually I’m five, but the tails are going to split soon,” Verboten confided with a cursory glance at the four swaying red objects. “I’m fine, miss, really. I’ve lived through the winter on bones ‘gifted’ from those green and brown Yagi’s, that’s sort of why I left. To see my options. And to be honest, this place seems interesting, but I know nothing other than the fact that here is a pack called some exotic name.” Verboten answered all her questions simply, with at least conflicting and confusing life detail as possible. She wasn’t going to say the things from her birthplace, and her whole life history. She was answering the questions given to her. And now she had some questions of her own. “So, Crescent is it? What kind of pack is this? Are lyxxi like us not highly regarded, or mostly them? I smell the wind and sky and feathers, so I assume there to be Keiyou here. I scent wolf and feline mixed, so there is other lyxxi…” With a chuckle, Verboten concluded: “I’ve got quite the nose, hmm?” Verboten’s face broke into a smile, kind and welcoming. “Perhaps you could take me to your Alpha, hmm?” ((ooc ; would you mind waiting, Cresent, until Reynard or Yueh reply...? Not trying to push, but I hope this’ll turn into a joining thread. :3)) "speechtest"

[Reynard]

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[Cresent]

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