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Post by f i z z on Apr 20, 2013 18:44:52 GMT -8
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He had watched for days, hardly leaving his little observation post. There was the scent of a pack there and by the smell of the place it was a fairly large pack. Yet, there was something off about the smell, it was there but it was somehow strong and faded at the same time. There were a few dogs that travelled the area, but aside from those few, the place seemed vacant and stale. Were they all that were left of a once grand pack? He wasn’t sure and that was why he remained in the shadows, waiting and watching. If there were only a few members, his plan would be easy, it was opposition he worried about. Although he had met little resistance since he was a child, dogs got a good look at him and refrained from acting out, to lash out at a dog like him would not be wise.
It had rained earlier, the dogs had become scarce, but rightly so, besides Emris who would want to sit in the rain? Now it wasn’t as if Emris would not have enjoyed being dry and warm by a fire, or even just dry, but he would need to abandon his post for that. The steel gray, wiry hound was persistent and he was not going anywhere, no matter how wet and cold he became. This was information he could not do without. Fortunately for him, it was a light soak, followed by warmth from the sun, he had lay there throughout the gentle shower and now that he was dry his coat was rough and bedraggled looking. Despite his recent bath, he looked no cleaner than he did before due to the course wiry fur that covered his body.
His appearance did not concern him, although he was sure that the rough look, long legs and large body would create quite the intimidating look- that did not concern him either. No amount of intimidation could keep at bay a pack loyal to their leader. And if they have none? He frowned at the thought, if there was no leader, why would they still linger? His brow furrowed as he pondered the thought, there was shelter, perhaps food and comfort within the warehouse, but that was all. There could be no real structure, no order, not without a leader. Their staying made very little sense to the hound.
When the sun finally began to slip behind what was left of the buildings, signaling dusk and soon after nightfall the hound rose to his feet. Rephaim had been asked to meet him here, but the Newfoundland dog was nowhere in sight. Frowning he took one long look down the road opposite the warehouse before sighing and moving forward. Guess I’m on my own for now. He mused quietly as he moved towards the building, Into what could potentially be the lions den. This was highly unlike him, generally a methodical dog, one of strategy and planning but having done little planning the hound moved forward, ready to alert the pack that he would be taking over.
Without hesitation, although it was a forced action, he moved through the border that smelled of many dogs, but with the majority faded and weak- including that of the leader. Head high, looming physique elegantly striding forward he made his way into the building and paused, his eyes adjusting to the much darker room. All the while the wolfhound looked about him, his wiry steel gray fur no doubt causing him to be quite the interesting canine standing there, silhouetted by the setting sun, he was a massive creature, standing at thirty-five inches tall, there were few- not even Rephaim- that could come close in comparison to his height. He liked it that way.
His eyes adjusted and he took note the disheveled and run down interior. It was now obvious why the dogs stayed here, fluff and stuffing as well as couches and recliners and really all sorts of human seating, bedding and decoration littered the floor. He nodded slightly, taking note of the high windows that let in the fading light. Best be quick. It would soon be dark and at that moment- as an intruder- he was not friends with the darkness. Moving quietly through the warehouse, paws landing on both concrete and stuffing, he made his way to a table; one that he was certain could hold his hefty weight. Again, the wolfhound stopped, these were not to be jumped upon such things had gotten him in trouble when he was in the care of his humans. You aren’t with them, no one can get you in trouble for it. He reminded himself, and with that reminder, he jumped up, claws scraping on the wooden table as he slipped and then came to a stop.
With a huff he let out a baying howl, short and to the point, it was followed by a loud bark. He let both sounds echo through the building, listening to them and waiting for the familiar sound of paws on concrete and the eyes of suspicious- if not territorial dogs to be seen. Rephaim knew the plan, if he was not in the look out post; he would be in here and so, with little thought his eyes frequently flickered to the door. Where was his companion? His one true friend since the human war ended.
NOTE: anyone that does not respond that is already in the pack will be removed from the ranks and will have to IC meet with Emris to be allowed back in. It is in your characters best interest to make an appearance here.
EDIT: the deadline is APRIL 28th, please have your characters here by that night. I have sent a pm out to all the members, so there isn't a chance this is just not being seen.
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Post by darkmoon on Apr 20, 2013 19:03:02 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,498,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w448/kiwa427/mid_zps3a732b9c.jpg]It had been tiring, constantly watching the pack that seemed to have little or no structure to it. He had been out scouting, getting a closer look on the place as Emris would sit on his post. Rephaim always tried to be on the move, and he enjoyed his job of helping his friend. It gave him some purpose, something to keep his mind from slipping into the darkness. He was no leader and followed Emris's lead to no end. He was out now running his normal trip around the abandoned pack lands. Head held high, tail up, curling slightly at the tip as his gold eyes watched the sun fall behind the buildings. Rephaim was late, late to meeting Emris for the entrance into these lands. Cursing silently under his breath he picked up his pace, large muscles tensing which was unknown under his thick black coat. The massive dog was trotting now, he had gotten so lost in his patrol that he was late to enter the territory at his friends side. No need to worry Emris, i'll be there soon. he thought to himself. The scent of the wolfhound met his nose, and he smirked briefly before the emotion faded off of his facade.
Massive paws pounded against the earth that Emris walked upon just minutes ago. Ears perked forward as the call broke the silence. He could see him now, standing tall awaiting the members to answer his call. If there were any left, the numbers had been awfully low with no leader to guide them. But that was about to change. Slowing his pace as he neared his friend he gave him a sharp nod as he stood slightly behind him below the table that he was perched upon. "My apologies, I was running my normal patrol." he said, glancing to his friend before shifting his focus on what was to come. The two of them were both very large dogs, intimidating one could say. And with an unstable mind Rephaim could quickly become more than just intimidating if need be. This land would be their's even if they had to fight a few unwilling members to get it. Although these days he tried to avoid violence he would do it if the situation called for such.
No time to sit and get comfortable yet, he had to be prepared for anyone. And so he stood, alert, no emotions on his features, tail curled above his back slightly. Tongue rolling out of his jaws from the jog to get here and the work on his patrol around the borders. Thankfully he was not too late, no one had arrived before himself. No members yet. Shifting his weight, he huffed, his mass was clear by his massive coat. It was not just a mask to make him look tough, no, he was big. One hundred and fifty pounds of muscle that had been trained since he was just a pup.
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Post by andie&nicky* on Apr 26, 2013 20:37:56 GMT -8
&hollywood took the girl [/color][/font][/center] It was dusk, the long shadows giving way to a soft glow with the remainder of light in the muted sky. Nicky was feeling particularly awake. This was her usual act, late to rise, late to sleep. Something like that. Whatever. She was just much more active at night and much less active in the morning. At sunset, she always felt as if she were coming into her own, wide awake and hardly daring to blink lest she should miss something. But there wasn't much to miss here. Not a lot had been going on in the pack’s territory. Because of it, Nicky had been out and about, out on the town, if you will. She came back to the warehouse to sleep, when it was convenient. She wasn’t particularly committed to it. Any of it. All of it. Even now, as she lay in wait for another mouse to scurry out from under the leather recliner she had napped in earlier this afternoon, she took a break, giving up when her muscles tired from holding the crouched position for a few minutes too long. Nothing was worth that much effort. Nicky cast her gaze over the small pile of mice (and one rat) that she had caught in the past half hour. This place was riddled with nesting holes, the rodents happily burrowed inside and pro-creating like there was no tomorrow. And for all she knew, there wasn’t.
She scarfed down a couple of the still-warm mice, crunching their toothpick sized bones between her back teeth and swallowing them down her throat in a hurry. The rest she pushed back under the recliner with a paw. Nicky had developed the habit of eating quickly when she was just a pup. It was eat fast when food was available or go hungry, a fend-for-yourself lifestyle. She was about to go outside to find a puddle of rainwater to drink from when someone entered the room. He blended right into the shadows and she did the same, slinking backwards until she had pushed her back into a corner, up against an armoire that was leaning dangerously in one direction like a tower waiting to fall. She watched as the lanky dog jumped less than gracefully up and onto a tabletop, his nails scratching across the dust-covered surface before finding traction. In the relative silence she heard him breathing and slowed down her own breaths to shallow ones. He took a deep, longer inhale and then brayed out loudly. His voice echoed against the vaulted ceiling and she winced at the sharp vibrations reverberating in her eardrums. Had that really been necessary?
Of course she knew who he was. Someone had to have accepted her into the pack. Already Nicky was questioning her sanity on that matter. Why? Why indeed. Why had she even joined a pack in the first place? She had only just left her previous pack. Her lack of loyalty and motivation to do… well… anything, really was less than ideal for a pack member. And that was the least of her flaws. She coughed, partly for show and partly because the dry mouse fur had rubbed her throat equally dry. Nicky emerged from the shadows, tilting her big triangular ears towards the dog on the table. She kept her distance, not wanting to have to angle her head up at him sharply. He had run into her a week or so ago. Had it been that long already? Her days were blending into one singular long, monotonous reel. Their meeting had been accidental. Nicky hadn’t meant to get caught inside of Cesavias’ borders. But there she was and there was Emris. The Irish Wolfhound had only been out scent-marking when he happened upon the coyote. And Nicky? Well she had only been trespassing, for no particular reason even, just for kicks. And so, with a not so white lie, she covered up and asked to join ranks with him. It wasn’t even that she didn’t want to face the consequences, tell the truth, and be run out. She just hadn’t felt like running right at that moment. It was an alternate plan, but the long-term result was beginning to feel like the dead end inside of an awful trap.
“This better not just be a test of the emergency broadcasting system,” she drawled lazily. But she was anything but bored, in fact, he had just saved her from a horrid night of boredom. Anything was better than a quiet night in the warehouse. She had long grown tired of that. She disliked admitting it, but even a pack meeting was preferable to that. In no time at all, they were joined by another dog, a massive black one. He was hairy, and that was her putting it nicely, which she never did. Nicky would bet the rest of her mice (and one rat) that he was much smaller if you eliminated all of his hair. Nicky smiled at him, tiny rows of little wolf-like teeth. It was more of a grimace, black lined lips pulled back. A mockery of a smile. " Well now. That’s entirely unacceptable. Apology denied.” She sat, curling her bushy tail around her petite body. After a pause for reactions, she smacked her lips together, running her tongue over the roof of her mouth and tasting leftover mouse. Her narrowed eyes slid over the Newfoundland’s bulky mass to the wiry gray male. He was rather tall in stature and this was only amplified by the table he stood upon. His pose was clearly regal, like a dog with some sort of nobility in his bloodlines. Already it made her want to think of various insults to toss his way. Your Lordship... No. Your Highness! Yep, that would be a keeper.
He looked like a mutt, all legs and nothing else. He smelled like wet dog and rain. Nicky ran through some variations of the same thing in her head before settling on: “You look like your human took the hose to you.” She’d seen that, actually. Watching the dogs at the dog park from the best seat in the house, the top of a gravel pile in the back of the hardware store. A German Shepherd cross had stuck its nose one time to many up a Rhodesian Ridgeback with a chip on her back. Nicky had noticed right away that it was a clean fight. Nothing like how her kind fought, hard and dirty, without rules or even cause. The owners of the dogs responded to the scene in an absolute frenzy, screaming and flailing their limbs about. Their voices had been shrill and frantic. They resorted to spraying down the grappling dogs with a water hose. It had been entertaining as hell to watch. Her cousin, who had been sitting and watching beside her, had laughed so hard that the humans not preoccupied by breaking up the dog fight had glanced in their direction, causing the coyotes to scatter. Funny, the things you remember. Nicky didn’t attempt to feign interest, a gaping yawn slipping her jaws wide open.
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Post by f i z z on Apr 29, 2013 19:40:12 GMT -8
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The fleeting glances towards the entrance paid off as, briefly, a large dark sharp blocked it before the entrance was once again re-opened. The hound’s nostrils flared but the air was dead inside the building, leaving him only to speculate if it was Rephaim or a cesavias member. He knew he would not need to wait long, it was dark within the building but he could see the silhouette of a dog making its way towards him. Once closer, it became clear that it was his companion and not a potentially distraught member. A small smile began to slide onto the hound’s muzzle, he was glad his friend had made it.
Emris nodded, understanding the reason for his tardiness. “I’d rather you be late and finish the patrols than abandon them.” His tone was formal, but not without kindness. He enjoyed Rephaim’s devotion and companionship above most other things and he was glad that he could make it to the meeting, he was after all, the Dux’s confidante, he needed to be just as available as the Dux was. The wolfhound pictured them as two male lions, protecting the pride; they were family and trusted each other completely. They would rule together.
To interrupt the little reunion came another creature, a coyote that he recognized as Veronica. The sassy mouthed female was not one for nice, comfort words but he saw potential within the wily one, if only she saw it and would live up to it. Unfortunately, he did not see that motivation and drive within her- yet. As she joined them, asking if he was testing the emergency broadcast system he frowned, ears flicking in slight annoyance. “No, I’m seeing who is alive in this place.” His words were truthful but his tone was cold, if not a bit sarcastic.
When she spoke to Rephaim, his brow rose in shock. “ Veronica, that is for me to decide- and you would do well to learn to respect those above you.” His tone was a growling warning, a deep rumble from the pit of his belly. He would tolerate her sassy mouth and her tendency towards laziness, but he would not tolerate disrespect and insubordination, two things he had made abundantly clear to her when she joined them not too long ago. He had given her a generalized rank, she did the random duties asked of her and as of that moment she had been given little direction aside to wait for his call. She had at least followed his instructions thus far. Yawning out of boredom, she found herself in a silent nature, one he found to suit her perfectly for the moment. “This turn out is even more disappointing than I thought. “ He muttered to himself, although it was loud enough for both members to hear.
Again, the coyote opened her mouth, noting his wet-dog look and likely his smell as well. He snorted, giving in to her attempt at humor. “That happens when you sit in the rain, dear. Perhaps I should find one, let you have a bath. You smell worse than I do.” He cocked his head slightly, wondering about her next sarcastic remark. Of course, he did have a few things to get off his chest, and he would start with the least important- in the hopes that stragglers would arrive. “ You both know me by my full name, however, from now on, do not give out my first name. Call me Symmachus or any nickname you’d like. As for the pack that used to live here, if any come about, they must talk to myself or Rephaim before they may return as a pack member.” He was not going to be lenient on the members that wanted to return, they had failed to come to a call demanding their presence whether out of fear or exploration of the town, he did not care. They would report to either of the two highest-ranking members before being re-admited as members. “Veronica, as much as you hate it, I’ll need you to run border patrol to intercept any of these members. Bring them to either of us, understood?” He was giving her a task and by his tone it was not up for debate. She would pull her weight or she would not be welcome, she could at the very least wander around looking for anyone but the two behemoths that she found herself in the company of that evening. He wasn’t asking much of her, just enough so he could get an idea of just how useful she could be.
tag; cesavias members
words; 768
muse; good
notes; members can still respond and not worry about getting kicked out. If no one has responded in the next few days this one will be editted to include everything Emris has to say. I'll send out a pm if/when this occurs.
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Post by darkmoon on May 1, 2013 17:46:47 GMT -8
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Muscles tensed, and he gave a sharp nod to Emris. If she refused, he could take up the job. Not that his friend would let him. An order was an order, he knew that all too well from his father. Rolling his shoulders, he eyed Veronica. "I can as well, if you need me to." he offered. Glancing over at his friend as his deep baritone vocals echoed through the empty air around them. He had no problem accompanying he little coyote, no guarantees he wouldn't have a snack of her though. Smirking at the thought, he quickly brushed it aside. Those days were supposed to be behind him now, but easier said than done. Especially when they called to him, screeching and yelling at him. Picking himself up to his feet, he stretched before shaking his thick coat of anything that had gathered since his patrol this morning.
Thoughts drifted to Stevie, where could she be? They got separated when Emris captured him, it was a long time ago. But he couldn't forget her, and he missed her so much, she was his entire world. The light in his darkness. Emris kept him in line, Stevie, she brought laughter and love, and joy to his dark world. Sighing, he tried to free his thoughts of their memories, but found it nearly impossible. She would be there forever, even if he never saw her again. But if that were the case, he feared he might lose himself to the darkness once again. |
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