[Pack Meeting] Welcome to the Jungle!

[sylvester]

Sylvester sniffed the moist air. A jumble of wolves had been rummaging around there, but none recently. Sylvester grumbled and looked around the empty clearing. His pack didn't seem very...tight. He didn't even know most of the wolves beyond their names. There hasn't been one pack meeting since it was established months ago. It was time to change that.

Sylvester threw back his head and ordered his pack to him. The howl was urgent, and had a warning note in it. The howl cut off abruptly, and he jumped onto a rotting log so he could see everyone, and they could see him.

It was the middle of the day, but it looked more like dusk. There were dark storm clouds hovering over the canopy, so close that they almost touched the trees. There was a flash of light, then a loud thunderclap. Sylvester did not flinch or move from his perch. He kept his cold eyes trained on the gloomy shadows of the jungle, waiting for his pack. Absences would not be tolerated.

[isabella]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/1621vm9.png] Isabella was skulking in a tall tree not far from the Clearing. She was half asleep, dozing in the depths of the leaves. She was dreaming about chasing down a hapless Cael and biting it, injecting her venom. She then proceeded to rip it limb from limb when- GAH!!! Something woke her form her half-waking dream. She twitched her ears and turned her head towards the sound. Sylvester, no doubt. She thought irritably. It did sound like his voice. She imagined him if he was angry, fur all puffed-out with electricity. The thought was amusing, but did little to quell her mood. She slunk from branch to branch until she came to the Lookout Clearing. One tree had a low overhanging branch close to the Don, so she made her way over to it. It bent down close to the ground, so she carefully made her way down to it. "And what is so important that it has to interrupt my nap?" She hissed.

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[sylvester]

Sylvester waited impatiently, the electricity from the storm built up in his thick coat. Lightening struck nearby. A large crash told him that the lightening had struck a tree. It was to humid for a fire to catch thankfully.

Sylvester snapped his head toward one of the snake sisters as she made her appearance know with rather rude comment. He curled his lip, lightening struck the jungle all around, in a greater frequency then normal.
"Welcome Thug." He growled, over thunder. "Do you wish to be demoted further down the chain of command? A subordinate perhaps, since that is the way you act? Show some respect, Comrade Isabella, and take your place before me."

The Mafia ran on respect. If his underlings didn't give their Don respect, they would not receive it in return. From him, or anyone else. They would be nothing more than fodder for the pack, and would be the scapegoat for everything, or maybe even fresh meat if times turned desperate.

[isoldephine]

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[atrb=background,http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq254/Eldarwen5/Wonder%20Why/Tables/IsoldeMid.png] Isoldephine didn't really know anyone within the pack and unfortunately that also applied to her higher ups, including the don. She had of course met him briefly upon her acceptance into the mafia though she had then stayed out of his way, or maybe his hers. It wasn't a purposeful thing, just the way that everything had happened. Despite her lack of knowledge though, she was clever enough to work out that this call would require the pack to meet which definitely included her. She wasn't far from the source of the howl, the little journey to the clearing wouldn't take her long at all. She wasn't going to hang around too much though. She wasn't exactly a sucker for rules, and perhaps not the most respectful of wolves, but she could tolerate orders from a decent pack. Of course the meaning of decent in her mind and the wolves in this pack was a little askew. This tough wolves were the kind she had always wanted to be around though and she was here. Home. She wasn't surprised to discover that she was one of the first to arrive, though said nothing as she took a place before the don, dipping her head slightly in respect to the male. She hadn't overheard his words to Isabella, simply knew that was the wise thing to do.

[`"Kid" and "Kit"]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/33xymox.png] The sound of a howl broke over growling thunder, carrying through the muggy of the jungle storm. Kid's ears twitched, his curiosity peaked. Though the weather wasn't quite to his liking, twin antennae going haywire with the musings of the weather and yellow fur frizzed out from the humidity, he shrugged off the discomforts with practiced ease. He had many more important things to worry about than his good looks, like meeting the rest of his pack mates. Light steps danced across the ground as he pranced his way through the jungle. The transparent wings upon his back fluttered slightly with the currents in the air. For some odd reason his senses were picking up an abnormal amount of activity for the current cloud coverage. Were he the type to be easily caught off guard then he would have been worried. As it was, the tangible electricity served only to excite him more as he made his way towards the call. His low, rumbling chuckle entered the area before he finally did. He barely paused to take in the scene as he danced his way front and center. The Sennyo was probably the farthest thing from what anyone expected to see, especially with how flamboyant his mannerisms tended to be. Compared to the others he was slender and frail. And yet, he was possibly more deadly than any of them. He had, after all, been in this business for more than one hundred years. "Dahlin," he half-smirked at the unfamiliar female, nodding his head in a slight bow to her as he passed. "Miss Izzy," he continued on, repeated the gesture while also shooting her a cocky smirk. Aside from Master Flynn, Isabella was the only one in the pack he'd really gotten to know. Stopping in front of who he could only assume was the Don, Kid finally halted and stood quite regally. Lifting a forepaw, he gave a deep, gallant bow only to rise a moment later with a mischievous smile plastered on his maw. "Good sir, it is an honor." His voice was lilting as he looked up the Don with an expression akin to pure innocence. His brow was raised slightly, green eyes piercing as he observed every inch of the perched Lupus. Kid really was an anomaly compared to those gathered. Though forward he was far from rude, and as he sat upon his slender hinds he looked more like a regal statue than a breathing creature. For once his body was perfectly still, every fiber of his being focused on making a good impression on the master he needed to get to know. The only sign he was quite alive was the slight flutter of his wings or twitch of the antenna every so often, butterfly parts reacting to the weather more than his own curiosity.

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[sparta]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/x5w65i.jpg] Sparta was licking his lips after a particularly tasty kill. Oh yes, the Synesinger had been delightful. Plump and ready for winter. Or at least what Sparta assumed could become winter. This place was so foreign, it didn't even feel like autumn yet. Granted, it was only just after summer, but this was practically the warmest place out of anywhere he'd ever been. It was the call that alerted him. A sharp howl that flew across the territory. Turning his head, Sparta realized it came from the Lookout Clearing. From the clouds hanging low overhead, he could only assume rain was on it's way. Perfect. He thought irritably. Dampness was not the funnest thing to walk through. But the clouds did provide another opportunity- the shadows. Slipping into them, he he erased any view of himself from the naked eye. Walking quietly through the shadows, he found his path sped up as he got closer to the clearing. It had many shadows in it as well, along with a few wolves he'd seen be before mixed among strangers. There was Sylvester, the don, and Isabella. She looked like she was annoyed. Figures. Sadistic snake. He crept through the shadows until he got close to Sylvester, before practically materializing in front of him. "Greetings, boss." He grunted respectfully, dipping his head and taking a step backwards to sit. Sparta was a rather large Yagi, and he knew he could probably crush everyone else in this clearing. That is to say if they weren't faster or more cunning than he was. Sparta had brawn, but that gave him a lack of agility and lack of, well, brain. Not to say he was a fool. He looked around and noticed a Sennyo he'd never seen before. Yellow coat, red paws and transparent wings. Well, Sennyo aren't something I'd consider dangerous. "Who are you?" Sparta asked rather gruffly. Sparta knew, somewhat, how to be polite, but it wasn't something he remembered to do on a regular basis. Not to say he was trying to be rude. Quite the opposite. This was Sparta's way of communication. I wonder where Anya is. Sparta thought absently.

[Flynn]

Flynn was probably one of the furthest away when the call sounded. His beady eyes scowled in the direction of the faint howl. Of course. A meeting just as he was placing another marker in the ground, of course at this point they were not so much markers as places to hide wolf remains. With a huff, he finished burring the bones, patting the earth with his claws forepaws for good measure. The small, scrawny thing then turned towards the clearing and started to scuttle toward his undergrowth tunnels.

Since he was so small he had basically created paths that only he could access easily. Some could call them escape routes, but for the moment he considered them a sort of express way through the winding jungle. His used his nose to guide him through most of it, taking sharp turns now and then to avoid trees or boulders. His ears were constantly twitching, listening for sign s of danger. The shrew in him hated how much he was above ground, yet the voracious appetite could rarely keep them stationary for long.

After a few minutes he came forth from the bramble into the clearing. His rodent-like eyes scanned the silhouettes suspiciously. The tallest one was most likely Sylvester on a vantage point. He came closer and looked up, making out the few details that could identify the don, past the scent. He gave a gruff nod, "Sylv." He saw one of the snake sisters nearby and made sure to position himself on the other side of the Don so he was between the snake and the shrew.

[sylvester]

Sylvester watched with satisfaction as his pack emerged and sat before him. He watched them silently, ignoring their various greetings. He wanted for more to come, but the forest was still. The electricity in the air sizzled more and more as time passed and no more wolves appeared. Lightening struck the ground over and over, coming closer with each strike. Thunder rumbled above, but rain had yet to fall.
Where was his Underboss?
The brush shook, and Flynn emerged. Sylvester was relieved, but didn't show it. He waited for Flynn to draw close before growling at him.
"Where are the rest?" He practically hissed. Then looked at those already gathered, and composed his savage expression. "Never mind, they will be punished accordingly." He said coolly. He turned to Isabella. "You and your sister were promised a spot in the Hit Squad. If anything I'm a wolf of my word, you can count yourself as an assassin, though I'm not so sure about your sister now."
He then addressed the entire congregation. "I grow tired of hiding in this jungle." He said with no preamble. "Outsiders have already grown weary of this place because they have heard rumors of wolves who go in but never come out. They are growing suspicious. Either we openly start dragging wolves into the jungle, or we secretly take over a pack that has a slightly less intimidating reputation. I'm sure there are other options, but I am in favor of the latter."
He looked each wolf in the eye, daring them to call him anything but a genius. "I wish to hear your thoughts on the matter." He said, smirking.

[Sunchaser]

Rosella was up in the tree above the others of the pack. She had been there for awhile and was just waiting for the rest to come before she jumped down. She had been making herself scarce latly cause she had some thoughts she ahd to work out. Now she was back with the pack and of course was in time for the meeting. She snorted slightly when she hard the male speak and decided to move down from the tree.

"I have been here the whole time don. Usssse your nosssse." She hissed softly before lowering her head slightly in respect to the don. The cobra female moved to lean against the tree and took in the site of the whole pack. Then she tured to Slyvester. "I am up for taking another pack. If you wisssssh you can ssssend me and my ssissster in firssst to ssssee who is the sssstrongessst in the pack."

[isabella]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/1621vm9.png] A little irritated, but not exactly put out by the Don's scolding, she dropped to the ground and waited in front of him with everyone else. More wolves showed up, including Flynn. "Greetings, Sir Flynn!" She shouted too him over the the small crowd that was gathering. She snickered to herself as he positioned himself on the other side of Sylvester. Next, Rosella dropped out of one of the trees above. Isabella was surprised to see her sister. She hadn't seen much of Rosella in the past few months at all. "Nice to finally sssee you, sssister." She said politely enough. Not at all like she was happy with Rosella. "Boss," Isabella dipped her head, "I would like to point something out. We've already had quite a few intruders from the Swamplands. They call themselves wolves of the Quesse-Anar Clan. I had to chase a few out myself." Yes, she was growing quite irritated with the clan. They were constantly intruding. Quite irritating and arrogant, they were.

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[`"Kid" and "Kit"]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/33xymox.png] Kid's head twisted around to view the ogre of a wolf that had just showed up and addressed him. The Yagi was quite the contrast to his own lithe appearance. Had he less composure, the Sennyo would have chuckled. A large contrast indeed! In both build and speech he could not have found his more perfect opposite. Winking playfully at the other male, his brow rose slightly as he smirked. "Just call me Kid." He said nothing else after that, turning his full attention to the Don. Sylvester had just drooped a rather blunt bomb on top of them. So he wanted to take over a pack? That was all fine and dandy, and he would admit that the idea was rather exciting. Kid had a few concerns though. From what little he knew of his pack mates, would any of them be able to infiltrate a pack without letting their true colors show? Cocking his head to one side, he let a few of the others say their peace before he opened his own mouth. There was a soft chuckle hidden beneath what sounded like innocent concern as he spoke. "Good sir, I must say. Can you trust us to not turn it into a blood bath?" While such ridiculous slaughter was not his personal style, the Sennyo had no doubt it was the style of others; not everyone was lucky enough to share in his gift of intelligence. He'd simply implicated himself with the question as a means of showing a bit of subordination. It was still too early in his game to reveal exactly how superior he truly was.

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[rosella]

Are we ever going to finish this thread or should we scrap it? I wanna do things with Rosella

[gingadensetsuzero]

(is this still going on? sounds interesting, i want part)

Spy sharpened his claws on a tree once more and sniffed the air. He smelled wolves, his pack wolves, yes it was here. He had heard a howl earlier and had tried best to get to it, he had been very far. He silently walked through the bushes, and bowed his head at the Don, then to the underboss. He sat down to listen.