To Start Anew [NEFENDUS PACK MEETING]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/riw95f.png] //OoC;;Time to get the Nefendus pack and REALM rolling. It's been inactive for far too long. In this thread, every time I post, I'll be updating to posting order in OOC at the end. Also, this thread will take place as if all of the members who have already posted a joining thread in Nefendus have already been accepted into the pack. They are as follows; Voxah, Sulivan, Asylum, Belle, Disaster, Slyx (and of course Atrox). Anyone else is new.\\ The sun had recently set over the horizon and the golden trees still held fire on the tips of their leaves. The dark female had been here all day long, rearranging her little self-claimed clearing to her liking. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as time ebbed on and night crept upon them. Belle and Sullivan had been checking in every few hours, running about the area advertising the meeting to come. Each time their faces reappeared through the brush, the alphess grew more excited...and anxious. Voxah had been a long time loner before making the snap decision to take up the role as a sole leader to the Shadow Realm. The lands had called to her ever since she was a child, daughter of a band of gypsy Children who looked only to their True Mother, Atrox herself. Vox had grown with a close relationship with her, and though she felt called to lead the pack beneath the Goddess, it didn't alleviate her nervousness of power and public speaking. Voxah had no answers, only the Atrox did, and if she didn't appear tonight to bless this gathering like Voxah hoped, she wouldn't know what else to do to spike the conversions. Her claws dug into the hard Earth, the boulder she was pushing slowly making progress across the little clearing. It destination was obviously the little pedestal she had made, decorated with fallen leaves that held the color of the previous sunset. The nightly mist that flowed across the ground was beginning to make it's appearance, its cool droplets clinging to Voxah's ankles. Odd as it was, it was comforting to her. She sighed as it popped into its desired place, standing back to admire her handy work. A tall pedestal stood in front of her, a good six feet in height. Pushed up against it, right in front, was a shorter one, both flat on top. To both of their lefts was another, medium in height compared to the other two. She nodded in approval of the scene, making sure she had stopped when Sullivan and Belle had showed up, hoping that they wouldn't see the work she was doing and try to help. She didn't want to impose on them, this is her job, and she also needed them elsewhere. Finally, over the span of hours, the alphess was able to sit down. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, embracing the cool air that had come with nightfall. The satisfaction had shoved away her nerves, but it was wearing off now. The time was approaching, and though she wouldn't admit it out loud, she wanted Sullivan there with her for silent guidance and support. Voxah sighed again, swallowing her shakes, and climbed to her spot, the lowest pedestal. A sharp bark emerged from her jowls and it echoed throughout the trees, calling her pack to her. She had planned on waiting for them before sounding the official call, but a sudden feeling crept over her. Why would she need them for that? It was a waste of time, this waiting. Planting her feet, she threw up her head and sang a song. A song of summons and longing, a cry of authority and welcome. The kindred souls of the wolven world all longed for a home. It was embedded in their DNA, and Voxah underneath The Great Mother, was the one to offer it. SPEECH.

[MistressofNight]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/14kjtvs.png] The outskirts were enough to drive you mad though they were beautiful. The sky was blue above their heads, instead of the strange orangey red of the Nefendus realm. The air was crisp as the sun began to set, causing the sky to light up with the same orange like color though mixed in with reds, blues and purples. The breeze was light as the fae ran across the terra, searching, calling to any who would come. Her alphess needed the members, specifically the males. A pack full of females would do no good in carrying on the legacy of the Nefendus pack without the male’s there to help. The journey here hadn’t been a pleasant one, though she enjoyed the company of her alphess. Sullivan, well, she was still unsure of him though he and Voxah interacted well together, as if siblings. She wandered when they had shared their moments, not wanting to intrude on any private matters that may occur. Voxah had them running errands around the outskirt lands. It was rude for such an alphess to intrude on another pack’s terrain, though the outskirts being unclaimed, it was a primal spot to recruit new members. Numbers were low, that was definite. Things would change. The ghost like figure had stopped to rest, all the running and jumping over limbs and fallen trees had been enough to upset the limp in her leg. It did not pain her much, though it was enough to be an annoyance. The stream she lay near, clean, crisp had been refreshing to her tongue. The cool liquid quenching the dryness of her throat, reviving her insides. The spirits were plentiful here, talking to her, calling her as she passed through each area. They tried to tell their stories, but she couldn’t stop. She had to fulfill the duty that her alphess had called upon her and Sullivan to do. Perhaps another time she would come back here, listen to them and hear exactly what they had to say. Perhaps they would explain to her why no such pack had claimed any part of the outskirts, but there again, any loner could wander here and find a place comfortable enough to call home. She knew nothing of what Voxah had planned in the clearing, though knew it was important. The mountains above her grew dark as the sun finally set and the moon rising to take its place. The ground was cool, misty in sorts, reminding her of the spirits that haunted her dreams. Icey gaze scanned the terra before her, though it was mostly just trees and other greenery. It was still unlike anything she’d ever seen, beautiful in it’s own unique way much like herself. Her past was grim but her present and future had changed dramatically. She was pleased with the position she held, and would hold it proudly until either death plagued her or another fought for her place. For now though she would take advantage and enjoy it while she could. The evening was quiet, though the ever lingering presence of the Goddess lingered all around. She had helped create this beauty, this place she called home. Voxah’s bark echoed through her eardrums, the howl coming forth next. It was time. Her alphess was ready for their arrival, as well as any who wished to join their realm of Nefendus. Her pure white being stood, shaking the debris from her pelt and wings she sauntered forth. Her icey gaze watching the terrain around her as she passed. With the moon over hanging, the 3 small black dots beneath her eyes were hardly visible, though the intricate tribal like markings upon her façade only added to her ghostly beauty. Wings of pure white feathers with the tips dipped in black lay gently upon her frame, her black tipped tail held high, though not high enough to give Voxah the wrong impression. She was part of the leadership here, which gave her some right to show it off, right? She decided otherwise, lowering it gently. The forest opened up into the clearing Voxah had claimed for this meeting. It was surrounded in forest though big enough to hold a crowd. It would suit well. She moved forth to stand near the alphess, dipping her head lightly in greeting, “Voxah.” She spoke simply, “Finally it is time to make our pack the pack it deserves to be.” She added, oblivious to the pedestals she had built presumably for the 3 of the council that had been named thus far. Pools of blue turned away from Voxah, scanning the shadows, awaiting the first arrival of those who answered her call. Speeeeech!

[✖//Freax]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/2heeqkw.png] Two brothers, friends. Traveling together as they had done for many years- normal. They had both. Him and his brother, Problem had traveled over many distant lands seeking out something of interest, and so far it was all the same. No matter what adventure they found there was always that little something that was missing, he could never quite place it. He knew it was something though. "Trouble, quit lagging behind like that!" Problem growled in his ear suddenly out of no were. "I'm not sure,were your mind goes but you need to focus more!" Same lecture, he'd heard before at least a thousand times. "Sure, sure." Trouble mused keeping his icy hues dead-ahead, trying his hardest to block his sibling out. His feet hurt, and he wanted to take to the air or at least a nap! Of course like always, Problem would have none of that not while a bit of daylight was still left in the sky. Ugh! how he loathed that boy sometimes,so serious! He never played really with anyone. Never really to social either. Trouble shook his head pushing the thoughts away from his mind. His brother, as much as he hated to admit it. Was right focus was good, and so was self control. "Problem, do you have a stick stuck up your bum?" Trouble blurted randomly earning a hard glare from Problem. "No, why do you?" he snarled. Yes! he was pushing his buttons what better way to entertain yourself than mess with your sibling until he tried to eat your face off! -- -- Problem was taking the time, unlike his brother to look at the scenery, become aware of everything around him. My it was pretty here- calming. The way the leaves would bow to the world in a final good-bye as they fell, dead to the ground below. Daylight was slowly leaving, peeking away to hide behind the thick blankets of night once more. He could feel the sleepiness feeling drown over his body. In fact he was thinking about having himself a little rest stop, until he heard a song- a calling, and very very close by. Both brothers stopped looking around, easing their way to the noise to decide just who was making such racket! Large paws moved with grace, like liquid. Flowing movements. Not long after a short lived walk, he could see them. The bodies of others. Making sure he gave Trouble a stern look as they both slowly moved onto the scene. -- -- Trouble snorted giving Problem a bump in the shoulder with his muzzle, easily passing him with a faster pace ready to greet the two strangers. "Hello there, my name is Trouble and that one over there it my brother, Problem."He jerked his head in Problem's direction who looked emotionless now, typical. He always did that around strangers. "We couldn't help but wonder what all that singing was for- so we decided to come have a look."

[kel]

When Hine caught wind of the Nefendus meeting she could hardly believe her ears. To her knowledge it was a very secretive pack and resided in its own special realm. The fact that they were holding a meeting out here in the outskirts seemed so absurd that she simply couldn’t resist. Hine half suspected it was a complete hoax, and maybe even a trap, but curiosity won out in the end. If the meeting was true then she could join, and if not then at least she had exercised her legs. Of course she was hoping for the former; she was tired of solitary life.

The white wolf trotted along, using psychometry through her paws to lead her to the meeting spot. However she ceased to need the guidance of her power when a howl resounding, summoning the Nefendus pack. Ears flicked forward and her eyes glanced upward – good, it wasn’t a full moon. But even in the shadows her fur glimmered faintly, betraying what she was. Hine picked up her pace, making good time to the clearing. In fact she emerged into the small clearing (walking now) just ten minutes later.

Silver eyes were cast again the sky as the moon hid briefly behind a cloud, and then settled on the four wolves standing close together. She observed them with guarded interest, padding forward slowly, unhurried. The white she-wolf could have been her twin, save a few minor-yet-obvious differences. The other she-wolf bore black markings on several parts of her body, she was also slightly smaller in size, and her eyes were a very light blue. The other she-wolf, however, was rather boldly colored; she was also taller than the black-marked female and herself as well. And the other two were both males; and they were both so alike that she concluded they were siblings if not twins.

Her eyes studied the she-wolves both closely, thoughtfully, and after several moments she inclined her head to Voxah. She settled her hindquarters on the ground some fifteen feet away, carefully measuring the distance with her eyes – she didn’t want to influence them with her presence. Not that Hine’s presence was a bad thing; it was just that she preferred to observe how others behaved normally, without the help of the calm assurance exuded from her very being.

The moon reappeared from behind the clouds, its faint glow causing her fur to glow slightly. Oh sometimes she resented a few of her genetic traits, the glowing fur especially. After all, it made night hunting impossible whenever the moon was more than half full since she was practically a beacon in the dark. Hine wasn’t about to lie to herself; part of the reason she was so curious about the Nefendus was that she had heard their realm had no moon. Oh the freedom that would grant her! But Hine pushed the jubilant thoughts away as she addressed the pair of group of wolves at last, directing her speech more specifically at Voxah.

“I never expected to see a single Nefendus wolf outside of its realm let alone holding a pack meeting outside of it.” She would have come to them eventually anyhow; a self-exiled Heaven wolf was a bit of an oddity after all, where else could she go? Her words were not meant to be sarcastic, in fact she sounded pleasantly surprised. Hine stared at them levelly, her gaze patient and wise – an age to their depths that belied her outwardly young appearance. She also made no attempt to hide the scar on her left cheek, her head turned fully in their direction. She appeared otherwise unmarked, not even a speck of color in her fur.

Given that there were four wolves standing before her, Hine thought it only fair to introduce herself. “Hine Marciel.” She spoke in the same low voice as before, a slightly sandpaper-like tone to it. The white she-wolf nodded to the small group in a general gesture as she gave her name, half wondering if they too would name themselves, but not expecting it.

[Rawrypoo]

Lying in the shade, on the verge of unconsciousness, was a darkly shaded black wolf, the shade making him appear even darker. It was about midday, and it was about the time the male would fall asleep, being partially nocturnal and all. He felt most at home when the moon was shining above him- and he loved it. But, when the sun was at his highest, he would do so as called 'hitting the hay'.

Beside him, there was a nice lump of bones, all a sudden mixture, ranging from the littlest of a mouse bone, to the larger deer. He had been in this area for quite a while, and had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

You see, ever since his first 'birthday', he had resided in the lands more close by Nefendus, and a good fifteen minutes trot from where they held their latest meeting. It would only take a matter of minutes, however, for the sound of a howl to reach his ears.

A ringing sensation tickled his ear-fur, and his eyes shot open, making him stand up, fur on end. His head whipped around, looking for any signs of another wolf, prepared to use the power he was given at birth and quickly kill. But no one was there, and he relaxed. At least, until he mind had begun to stray.

Who howled? What it that annoying gang of wolves? Questions seemed to form in his head like bubbles out of a faucet. He knew, having two years experience within this forest, that a pack had resided here, but he knew nothing more than that. His head whipped around once... twice, just to make sure that no one was there.

A thought had cut through all the rest. Should I join them? A weird, and out-of-the-ordinary question, to say the least, but he did consider it for a while. Why not? If he didn't like the life that differed so much from his life of solitary and confinement, he could always leave, right...?

He picked himself up, shook off his fur, even replaced the red markings, which he liked to call blood stains, with the normal coloring of his fur, and went towards the howl. He almost looked like a normal arctic wolf, besides the color.

Soon, he had approached the group, but still stayed a good distance away. There were at least three of them, maybe four. Possibly even five. Definitely no more than five. He could swiftly get away if they were hostile. Change into something with wings. Fly away. Good plan.

He made his way down the steep slope, and approached them formally. Or, at least, the way he was brought up to approach a group. Head held high, eye contact was important. And he sat down, close enough so that he could hear just about everything. And judging by how he heard the howl, he wasn't at an uncomfortably close distance, so everything was fine. At least for now.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/riw95f.png] And now, more waiting, though at the very sound of her voice the shadows stirred. The small critters that had been weary of her at arrival had brushed her off, seeing that she was obviously occupied with other things rather than...well..eating them, had reawakened to her presence as a predator. She could feel them looking over their shoulders, desperately searching for an escape route and out of the way of the other wolves they knew would be arriving by her tone. The nerves were creeping back now, knowing that there was no turning back. She had to be a leader now. She had to be a grown up, confident, and in charge. Public speaking was not by any means her forte, but she'd have to work with what she had. It took a lot of focus to keep from hyperventilating; many situations running through her head that all made her look foolish and inexperienced. She sighed, knowing that all of this was out of her hands anyways. It was Atrox that gave her the power to speak, if she saw it fit. All in all, it was Atrox who would decide if this meeting/hunt/offering/conversion was even going to be a success by her very presence. Still, knowing it was out of her hands, the lone alpha's heart fluttered with the bushes. It was just Belle though, and she calmed. Voxah nodded in a silent greeting, fearing that if she opened her mouth she'd actually stutter. Discreetly she glanced over the white female's shoulder, looking to see if her other second in command was on her heels, but there was no sign of Sullivan. Maybe he was just farther away... “Voxah. Finally it is time to make our pack the pack it deserves to be.” Inhale. Right.Exhale. She wasn't alone anymore, now she really had to keep her head. Only seconds passed and another entered the scene. Vox raised a brow, shaking her head lightly and wondering if she actually was hyperventilating, seeing double, and was about to pass out. When the image of the two identical wolves remained, even after blinking at them dumbly for a few seconds, she wrote it off and played along. "Hello there, my name is Trouble and that one over there it my brother, Problem. We couldn't help but wonder what all that singing was for- so we decided to come have a look." Okay, so there were two of them and she didn't have to go seek help. She smiled, wanting to laugh at herself but held it in. This one seemed nice, and she didn't linger on Problem stalking away. Trouble's lightheartedness lifted her a bit as another two, almost simultaneously but from two different directions entered her clearing. She opened her mouth to answer the male when the other female waltzed up, also friendly. Voxah grinned, again writing off the black male who strayed to the outside of the meeting as well. Why she was expecting a bunch of snarling, rabid loners who wanted to tear off her head she didn't know. “I never expected to see a single Nefendus wolf outside of its realm let alone holding a pack meeting outside of it. Hine Marciel." Piped the other white female, and Voxah actually let out a laugh. Her legs weren't shaking anymore, and even without knowing all of the names they already felt like part of her extended family. All of them. Speaking of not knowing names, where was Slyx? Disaster and Asylum were absent as well, and there was still no sign of Sullivan. Even with her worry and even a bit of anger geared towards the pack she kept a happy face. She cleared her throat, and was surprised still at how suddenly solid her gruff, alto-toned voice sounded. I'm Voxah, the sole Alphess of the "reclusive" Nefendus pack. She chuckled a bit again at the thought, knowing that the only reason Hine hadn't seen them was because up until recently there basically was no Nefendus pack. Even already Voxah had made a difference. I welcome all of you to our little family meeting. The reason we've come to you is to not be so exclusive. Nefendus, as I'm sure you've already guessed, is not like other packs. She paused, to both catch her breath and to make her little speech not look so prepared. I have called everyone here to hunt and to make an offering to the one true deity, The Atrox herself. You are all welcome to join us in our meal and festivities, though I beg you not to feel obliged. she stated, pausing again to read the faces of the new wolves. Everyone knew of the war two hundred years ago, it was the most common pup story there was. However, Voxah had yet to encounter any type of bond with either the Heaven or Hell gods. Atrox had come to her and guided her, not to mention many other wolves. Weather the other Gods really existed or not, Voxah didn't care. They obviously didn't have the balls to come foreward and help their children in their times of need like The Great Mother has. To them, Voxah would never be faithful, but she was aware of the stories that revolved around Atrox. It was commonly spoken of that Atrox was a demon, a witch that was locked away by the other Gods in fear and distrust. Voxah had grown to know her in all of her Glory and easily saw that it wasn't the case. She was kind and forgiving, and as also loving in so many ways that Voxah couldn't wrap her paws around it. She wasn't oblivious to how the rest of the world saw The Artox though. She hated them for their close-minded ignorance, and it was her job to unlock them. It was her job to expose the truth.

[MistressofNight]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/14kjtvs.png] The area around the Nefendus meeting swarmed with the spirits of the past, here to take in the information Voxah had been preparing for. Whether they followed them, it would be up to them. Spirits lingered everywhere, even in Nefendus even though they were scarce. The great war hadn’t left many in their previous forms. The icey gaze of the betess could see those spirits, hear their whispers. Many were excited to hear of such information Voxah was to convey, while others were simply curious. Some stayed hidden, listening to the others. Belle paid no mind to the spirits that lurked, her attention lay in the land that surrounded her and Voxah. The time had finally come, their pack was finally going to grow to the potential she hoped it held. She could sense the nervousness that plagued her alpha, though she understood why she would be nervous. For a newly appointed leader who hadn’t dealt with something like this before, it was common for it to happen. Belle on the other hand, while somewhat nervous, she would give it all she got if she had received the position. She wasn’t the best at public speaking either but with the help of Atrox, things would perhaps be different. She lingered at the alpha’s side, only mere inches from touching. She would give whatever comfort she could, though wouldn’t display it outright. Her mind wandered, where had Sullivan gone? Had he not expected the meeting to be so soon? She growled lowly in displeasure, a bit disappointed at the way he had been acting lately. She sat, her ghostly white fur brighter as the moon had risen high. The black markings of her being accented the white beautifully, it wasn’t to much nor was it to little. Her eyes lit at the first approach of others. The twins caught her eye definitely, both of whom had similar markings though not yet identical. She nodded merely in greeting towards them both, allowing Voxah to do most of the greeting for it was her pack. The other white female who had appeared, reminded much of herself when she was younger. She knew the fae had caught their similarities, a smile crawling over her façade in greeting as she stepped forth. The shadowy male she had noticed a few moments before, though he seemed to be holding back. Perhaps he was one to merely listen before introducing himself, there was nothing wrong with that. After the pack announcement, things would be decided from there. Her face turned to look at Voxah as she spoke. She wouldn’t introduce herself until the full meeting had been told. She found it rude to butt in at the middle of a conversation that had yet to end. She watched the newcomers, taking in their facial expressions and trying to find what sort of personalities they held though it was hard to tell anything about them from the outside. One could only know another by interaction and even today she was still iffy with Sullivan who had yet to appear still. She tried to ignore it but by how Voxah and him had interacted, she was amazed she hadn’t gone after him about attending. Perhaps she would give him a piece of her mind later. For now, other things were in order to deal with first. Voxah’s words rang out around them, taking over the silence that had covered them only moments before. A family, that was a good way to look at a pack. As voxah’s words ended, she stood tall next to her alphess though not towering over her in case another took it the wrong way, “While Voxah may be the sole leader, I am the Nefendus Beta female. I am Belle, and you may refer to me for any questions you may have if Voxah is not present at the time.” She said, her voice strong as it cascaded from her mouth. She has hoped she hadn’t sounded to formal but she figured it was best if potential pack members knew who she was as well. . Speeeeech!

[Greenie]

A z z a n. T r a c e. F r o s t m o u r n e.
A y l a. F a i t h. F r o s t m o u r n e.

Stepping from the shadows Ayla found herself ahead of her brother, who was still by the river. A low growl slipped from her lips as he took his good old time by the water. "Come on brother. I'm sure that the meeting has started by now and we are going to be late." Her voice was slightly on edge, Ayla didn't want to make the wrong impression on their future alpha. Tail flicked back and forth irritably until Azzan finally left the river and joined her. "Calm down sister, I'm sure that we will not be to late. And think about it more as a fancy entrance. Lets be different." A chuckle lit his lips as he strolled toward the place where the howl had come from. With a exasperated sigh Ayla followed after her carefree brother.

It seemed to take an eon to get to the place from which the howl had been made, what at the pace Azzan had set Ayla felt like her fur was growing gray. Finally the fair arrived side by side to a small gathering of wolves. "Thank god." Ayla whispered under her breath as they walked toward who seemed to be the alpha and another white wolf, her second in command? Walking in slightly ahead of her brother by a nose length or two, Ayla was the first to introduce herself. "Hello Lady Voxah, I'm sorry my brother and I were so slow to answer your call. It seems he was unable to leave the water." Rolling her eyes as she looked at her twin who only smirked. With a grin, she had to admit he drove her crazy, but he was one wolf Ayla couldn't live without. "My name is Ayla Faith Frostmourne. It's a pleasure to meet you too." Azzan was completely able to introduce himself, and Ayla wouldn't do it for him. Although he would most likely get annoyed if she had done it for him anyway.

Taking a step forward now was Azzan. Ayla sat down and watched her brother, his blue eyes glowed with joy as always. "Hello Voxah, my sister has already introduced herself. It is only suiting that I do the same for myself." With a smile planted on his face Azzan extended a paw and folded another under his chest in a bow. Standing up once again, he kept the same smile on his face, "My name is Azzan Trace Frostmourne. If you've not caught on yet Ayla here," He nudged his sister's shoulder lightly with his own, "Is my twin sister." Looking over at Ayla he gave her a look telling her to be good. She had no intentions of doing anything here. It was strange their bond, but it was one of the greatest things to both of them. Ayla simply gave him a look of promising to get him back later. "She is my younger sister, although you'll never hear her admit it." With a laugh he changed subject.

Sitting down like his sister had already done Azzan went on along talking. "Both of us have lived out in these lands for sometime and have come to decide that we would like you join your humble pack." Ayla simply sat there in agreement only adding, "That is if you are willing to have each of us. I wield fire and a gift and I'm telepathic." Azzan took his turn then to share his own information, "Where she wields fire I wield water, and as for physic abilities, nothing as great as my sister here, but I can read auras." Ayla rolled her eyes at her brother, he was being modest once again like he always was. she always could but help a small giggle as she watch her brother. If she didn't know better, well she did, she'd say he might like Voxah. Nodding her head around it seemed as if the wolves right now were just gathered slightly and just simply chatting, although they all seemed to know what was going on more than these two here. "May I ask if there is a special event going on?" Ayla's voice chimed in quickly, her mind speaking for her. There had to be something going on.

[Rawrypoo]

Feoray was just sitting on the edge of the meeting, listening to what the two had to say. So, Belle, the one with wings, was the beta female, and Voxah, the purple one, was the alpha female. Were there no upper males in this group? Or, was this like most the groups he came upon, where they had all the females do the work. He hated those packs.

After some consideration, the brute had gotten up and actually came closer to the little meeting, feeling somehow drawn to it. "Well then, I see it is now my turn to take part in these introductions." He was doing pretty good so far trying to be a least a little witty, "My name is Feoray, son of Areal and Jakier." And with his little introduction, he decided to go on after the two twins were done with their finishing touches. "It is a pleasure to be here, Voxah." That was his final say in anything before he sat down and gave Bella and her his full attention.

His ears twitched in amusement as she mentioned The Atrox. So they had a religion, why wasn't he surprised? To cover up his little rude gesture quickly, he nodded in approval. If he were to join Nefendus, then he had to accept the fact that they had their ways set in stone and he was to follow them, without complaint and/or a second thought. If Belle or Voxah were to tell him to kill someone, he would do so without a second thought, friend or foe.

He was growing a little excited to go on a hunt, but at the same time nervous. He always did good on his own, and he wasn't exactly thrilled to go off and do it with a whole pack...

[F.inch]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/riw95f.png] Voxah opened her mouth to continue just as two other shadows emerged from the treeline to join with the rest of the group. She stopped for a second to let the two get situated, and gladly it seemed they definitely needed the second of hesitation. As the two introduced themselves, the spotted female nodded to them both, laughing when called for. She politely returned her name, hoping she didn't have to repeat the whole agenda, though perhaps the physic one could fill him in. Would I even feel it if she were in my head right now? she wondered, thinking that it was probably more weird feeling than what she was able to do. Voxah and Ayla, though, would probably make an interesting team. Silent conversation could take an a whole new meaning. The third, black wolf who lingered before came up then, and her smile grew. Okay, so he was just shy and there was only one real sour puss here. She greeted him briefly as well before turning her whole attention to the group once again. Pity, cause the the group-driven conversation was a lot more comfortable. "Once again, all are welcome here no matter your size, race, color or gender. The Great Mother is not preferential, and neither am I. In fact, even if you participate in our gathering and meal, you may feel free to continue on your way when we head home to Nefendus and learn to properly cross into the realm." She paused, emphasizing that there would be no malice here between the pack and the loners. "Over the past week, I've herded, for lack of a better term, a herd of Roes here. They're much smaller than our average White-tail, so I'm sure nothing will go to waste. Carrying any left overs will be much easier." She had brought them in from the south, and silently she prayed that the wolves who had come into the clearing from all directions were rather quiet about it. After getting here and arranging everything, Voxah really didn't want to work harder than she had to trying to track them down again. "If possible, I'd like to bring down three, and with this group we've here, I don't believe we'd have too much of an issue. We will travel together there, but then shall split up into two parties to actually do the work." "I know we've all just met, and most of us haven't worked together before, but I'd like to split up all up to see what you can do on your own. I will lead the first group consisting of... She paused a minute, silently but randomly picking faces, Azzan and Problem. Belle will take the other three. Both teams will use a standard SSK, or "single out, surround and kill" method that most learn as pups, but if for some reason you are unfamiliar with it, follow along and I'm sure you'll catch on. Both teams will take one kill, and once finished we'll all join back together for the third. Lets not waste time though, 'cause I don't know about you guys but I'm hungry. She finished with a huge intake of breath, and hopped down from her pedestal. She passed Azzan, giving a brief gesture to follow, and stopped at the treeline in front of the white twin. Her actions at this point were all sub-conscious and instinctual, and from an outsider's point of view, or at least one that actually knew her well, it was a surprising thing to see her fur bristle, tail raise, ears erect, and eye-contact held unwavering against the blue eyed male. No words exchanged, though in this time she was sure that the other group was assembling and following behind. When ready, she moved her group onward, sending a silent, wordless message to her beta to go left. Voxah paused again for a moment to look over her shoulder, making sure the tow were following, and then made a sharp right, nose to the air, staying off of scent line of the prey. After all, following it directly wouldn't make a very good circle, now would it? //OoC;; Sorry it took me so long. As of right now, due to some inactivity, this is our posting order. If a wolf has gone inactive, but write as if they had never showed up in the first place. Others, still feel free to join, or re-join, the thread. I'll just add you in: Voxah, Belle, Problem/Trouble, Feoray, Azzan/Ayla.\\

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[MistressofNight]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/14kjtvs.png] The angelic like fae only listened as her Alphess spoke aloud to the pack that would soon follow them home to Nefendus or so she hoped. They all had their uniqueness and diversities which made a pack up mostly. No other wolf was the same to any other, unless like Trouble and Problem, they were twins. The two other twins had interesting features as well though they were easily identifiable. Azzan and Ayla would both differently colored and their personalities hardly mimicked each other’s, though like most twins, they were able to finish each other’s sentences which she had come to find out was normal. Her stomach rumbled softly at the thought of the hunt. She hadn’t eaten much though with her, she didn’t need to eat daily as some others did. She had an age that was far greater than anyone that possibly stood here, being a Light Reaper in subspecies. Icy blue of her eyes scanned the others that lay before them, others showing themselves from the shadows as the minutes passed. The pack was forming better than she had anticipated but it was good that Voxah hadn’t wasted her time in setting up for a meeting when no one showed up. She stayed upon the pedestal that Voxah had set up for the 3 of them, though one of the 3 remained empty. Auds fell back slightly, wondering what had happened to the likes of Sullivan. Perhaps he figured he wasn’t fit for such a job but then again, she could be wrong. She hated making assumptions without knowing the reasons behind them. She stepped down gently, her wings folding tightly against her back, knowing it would make speed easier on her than it would if they had been down or arched above her frame. She nodded to Voxah’s orders, looking towards Trouble, Feoray, and Ayla. She wasn’t personally used to hunting in a group but it wouldn’t take long for her to get used to it at all. She stepped aside, making her own little area to call forth the 3 she would lead on the hunt, “Trouble, Feoray and Ayla. I will be your leader in case you was unsure of whom she was referring to. I know some of you have just come through and have yet to learn my name. So for those who have just come, my name is Belle and I am your Beta female.” She said proudly, her stature held high in some importance though she was careful not to take away Voxah’s glory. She was the true leader after all. Gaze turned back towards Voxah just in time to see the wordless message she had passed towards her. She gave a brief nod before turning and heading in the direction she had been appointed. She glanced back to be sure the others were following. The trees covered them as they ran, their shadows cast upon the ground beneath the light of the moon. Her stomach rumbled again, the thrill of running and hunting filling her body with a freedom she hadn’t felt in a long time. She could still smell Voxah’s group not far away which made it easier for her to track which direction to keep on going. OOC: Blah, crappy post Speeeeech!

[✖//Freax]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/264kxsn.png] Unlike his brother, Problem was listening intently to the female speak, watching others as they approached making him slightly uneasy- he wasn't much for new people. His throat rumbled with a low noise aimed at his twin who was about to start prancing around and greeting everyone; body gave a small lunge teeth snagging into his shoulder ripping him backward to sit down. "Stop acting a fool." he spat venomously into his ear, leaning away to watch the one called Voxah come his way instructing him on what to do; giving a slight dip of his head he went to find that other male Azzan. Icy eyes turned carefully giving Trouble a look that said "if you do anything stupid I'll fucking kill you." yes, he loved his brother he just hated how immature and childish he acted! Didn't he know he was an adult now?! He wasn't supposed to just go about saying hi to everything. Pft he'd probably try to do that to an angry bear one day and get his face ripped off. He rolled his eyes at his thoughts and joined Azzan's side following after the alpha. Great not only did he have to follow them- he wouldn't be able to keep that idiot brother of his in line! Trouble's tail flicked his eyes rummaging over the few bodies that were left, limbs pulling him toward Belle- though his shoulder still slightly hurt- god. Problem was such an asshole sometimes. Brows pulled together a sigh of frustration crossed his lips though quickly left a flicker of happy life taking his features captive as he followed after them. This was gonna be so much fun! He couldn't wait- though he was curious about the other twins they seemed so.. he wasn't sure how to put it. A slow grin creped over his maw again. Was this what it was like? being in a pack? excitement rushed through his body in white hot waves. The other male however,Feoray was it? he couldn't quite recall shaking his head- though he seemed kinda grumpy. Or shy, perhaps he wasn't much of a social bug like his twin? wings shifted on his back in idle movement growing slightly impatient with everything though he was sure it'd pay off one way or another! He couldn't keep his mind still, not even for a second. He couldn't help but look back at his childhood, royal blood yes that they were- bloodlines were so clear, though Trouble was never alpha material even if he tried it was always Problem. He was always the stronger one, the better one- the one everyone seemed to respect. His gaze dropped to the floor, he didn't understand. He tried so hard to be friendly and be social were as problem just glared at everyone. What made him so special? his eyes narrowed, today would be different he was gonna come out on top and make problem look stupid. Grin crossed his maw, he was gonna show them- or at least problem that he could do something right. ----- Notes;; eh, i guess i like this post xD Tagged;; Voxah, Belle, Problem/Trouble, Feoray, Azzan/Ayla. used;; Problem & Trouble count;;507

[Rawrypoo]

He sat there, listening intently to all her instructions. Although, it was a little annoying with the way everyone acted so... Different, not the best word but close, around her. Just because she was a leader didn't mean she had to be treated completely different. She should be able to see their whole side, not just their 'good' side, right?

He heard his name called by the other, and official acting, white one with wings. Of course, he wasn't exactly expecting to really go, let alone with... three others? Good thing that there was just one other male, he certainly did not do good around another one. But, no matter how much his gut screamed in protest, he got up and walked over. Hopefully, it looked a lot less painful than it looked.

Of course, his stomach was to count on, deciding that now would be a good time to act up on him. He did feel a little... Tipsy, you could say, even though wolves don't drink, and to top it off, it was giving him a headache. Unfortunately, he would have to ignore it if he were to go hunting with a bunch of people he didn't know.


[ooc:: D: It looks so short compared to all of yours.
Next up is Greenie :3]