Introduction (Joining Post)

[Laracal]

Laracal breathed in the scent of many wolves apprehensively. Lord, was she scared. She took a few more hesitant steps into the Children's territory.  She couldn't see anyone yet.

She'd come here, maybe a little too hopeful, half expecting arms wide open, happy to welcome her. Now she was a bit lost; if she wandered about it may look like an enemy raid. But if she stayed it could take hours for someone to wander past here. It's not like she stood out, you know. 

Well, at least I'm here. She sighed, resignedly. It'd been two months since she'd been in a pack. It doesn't sound like a lot for most, but when you only live three to five years...

Her problem was that no packs seemed to match up to her needs. But this pack had held her interest. Mainly because she hoped to learn the written language. Before it was too late.

She looked at the sun for a bit. Unusually large today. It almost seemed like the sun was, well, closing in on her, childish as that sounded. 

Laracal had been traveling for quite some time to get here, and was more than a little tired. Her eyes blinked drowsily but she knew she couldn't sleep...not yet. Especially not in pack territory before she was a member. 

Not with her shadow, waiting in the wings. She shook her head, breathing a little heavily from travel. The shadow was waiting for her to slip up and fall asleep when it was about. For only then, could it take her place. 

She shuddered at her own melancholy thoughts. Once more, she glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of something she'd perhaps missed earlier. 

Grass wriggled its way between her claws; tickling her paws. It was green and luscious. A few bees buzzed around her mane, but otherwise, nothing new. The day had an aura of laziness to it, like she was alone and everyone else was... off sleeping maybe? 

Her mind started to go numb from boredom. Please, send someone my way.  

[Reynard]

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[Laracal]

"I'm not hiding." She made an odd noise, almost like a chuckle, but not quite. Shaking herself- though what for, no one knows, she arranged herself so she was directly in front of him, and what she hoped was the least threatening position possible. 

She cleared her throat, looked sheepishly down at her paws, "Erm, I wasn't trying to sneak up on you. I wanted to join."

He looked so..old. It was odd to her, these long living species. Why? She often wondered why anyone should need such a long life, and shuddered at the thought.

"Oh, and I'm Laracal, by the way." She added, an afterthought. I hope he can hear me... It was no secret that her voice was rather faint. 

I remember... In stories, the elders were always hard of hearing. Then again, the wolf in front of her was no fairy tale. He was very real, and had an aura of power about him. Pure power. 

What a pretty fur color he had. It must be nice to be colorful. She wondered if she could be, blue maybe, for just a day. To not blend in, just once. 

Silly thoughts really. Laracal watched him, and mused about what he'd tell her. Perhaps she looked too weak to him? She certainly was. A hunter? decent enough, but nothing special. No real asset. 

Her temples began to throb. What if he sent her away? He didn't look so mean. But you never really knew. 

Her eyes slid half-closed for a moment, basking in the warmth and sun. She contorted her lips into a crooked sort of smile. Her kind of weather; warm and sunny. 

"What pretty wings," She murmured to herself. He most likely wouldn't make out what she was saying, only that she was whispering to herself like a psycho.

She watched a feather fall from one of his wings, like overly large crow wings. The feathers were also overly large. To be able to fly! What a feat for a wolf! The power it must take to lift that weight off the ground... she humphed. The lung power one would need.

[Reynard]

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[Laracal]

She laughed in her soft voice, sounding like the tinkling of bells. "Maybe that's why I rarely meet others of my kind, dispite us being such a common breed." She smiled, but was sad inside. It hurt to feel alone like this.  "Oh, your making me think, are you?" There was a good-natured twinkle in her eye as she spoke. 

What did he want to know about her?  Well...what made her special? "Erm, well I'm not much of a fighter, no strength, you see." Great, now I sound like a useless bimbo. "But I don't think it'd be wrong to say I'm intelligent." She added swiftly. Anything else? 

"I'd also call myself curious. I'll let you decide for yourself if that's good or bad." She chuckled once more. Reynard was an easy wolf to be around, despite his imposing nature. He's the alpha for a reason, after all. It was obvious he cared about his pack. 

"I really just want to know things." Everything. She wanted to know why the sky was blue, and why birds sang in the morning. If she could read minds...

Then again, maybe it was best if she couldn't. Did she really want to glimpse man's soul? She supposed not, but still. 

Curiousity killed the cat, but she was sure the cat didn't mind. It was probably a lot happier than all the scaredy-cats anyway.

"I guess you could say I'm looking for a place to call my home." A real home, with a family and everything. Somewhere she belonged. 

"I'm sorry," She said awkwardly, "I just don't know what to say. I usually don't talk this much." She couldn't, it would risk overusing her lungs. She needed those things. 

She sat awkwardly for a while, listening to the bees buzzing around her flowers. She liked bees, they were nice little creatures. She'd even had some that would live with her for a few months before they died. Sometimes she even named them. 

She looked apologetically at Reynard,  not quite knowing what to say. She wasn't good at this kind of stuff; socializing. She liked being around other wolves, but conversations? She just wasn't good at them.

(Oh I don't mind starting out as a storyteller, but I'd like to be a crone eventually/soonish) 

[Reynard]

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[Laracal]

"So does this mean I'm joined?" She gave him a sideways glance. "I have no problems being a storyteller; it sounds rather interesting. And as for this wolf, I'd like to meet her." 

Of course, Laracal loved meeting new wolves. Even not so nice ones. She liked to watch them, study there habbits. Everyone was interesting in there own way, even if it was by being extraordinarilly ordinary. It was fun to her to try to predict a wolf's reaction to any particular information.

"Oh," She said, suddenly remembering herself. "Was there anything else you wished to know?" She stared at him, as if she could read his mind just by staring hard enough. Silly wolf, she scolded herself, looking away and hoping she hadn't made him uncomfortable. She often did, when she stared, Make others uncomfortable, I mean. But, really, she was just curious.

"No, no I'm not hungry," She assured him with a faint smile. And it wasn't really a lie, she just failed to add that she wasn't particularily full either. 

She felt strange, deep down in her gut. How odd it felt to have a home, once more. God, she hadn't even called her own pack home since she was six months old. It wasn't an unpleasent feeling, though. 

"Could you show me around? I mean, if I'll be living here..." She at least wanted a general idea. No use wandering around like a headless rat.  And what better opportunity to figure it out than right now? She took a few steps closer, then waited for him to start off in a direction. 

How exciting, to belong to something. To be part of something. She held herself with just a hair more pride, finally feeling useful. Finally, she felt just a little bit needed. Absently, she realized it was still quite early in the morning. It didn't seem so. Why, she might have guessed it was midday, at the least. Possibly mid afternoon. How strange perception of time was. And, she wondered, if there was a relevence to what time it really was, or if it was only your perception of it that mattered. 

[Reynard]

((I think we can call this thread finished and just trust that Rey showed her around and described Skyler to her. If you want to start a new thread for Skyler those two can get to know one another))