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<P> The orange brute had recently heard of a new pack emerging upon the lands and curiosity quickly got the best of him. He woke early, like most days he was unable to rest and it irritated him to be doing nothing. He would stroll from land to land, his pace fast and consistent, taking a slight break only when he needed a drink and take a moment to collect his thoughts. It had been a while since he had countered any familiar faces upon his journeys, they all seemed to be scarce of he just had terrible luck. He should count himself lucky that he hadn't grown attached to anyone yet, the feeling of loss was probably one of the loneliest things someone could experience. His train of thought was lost once a scent tickled upon his ebony nose, making him stop within his path. It was rather faint, hinting that the pack was still rather new, he had no thought of just walking through, knowing he could be easily outnumbered, which would be the likely outcome. He would simply linger, not calling just quite yet as if needing a moment to decide if this was a good idea, what if they clashed with his rather calm personality? Was it best to gamble, Sid didn't know if there was another pack out there which could be better suited or him. He thought it may be best to go to a more newer pack where the numbers were small and he could establish his place. If he chose a bigger pack, he may find it harder to make any sort of connection.


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@Israfel
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<i>Sew fables</i> did the zephyr which raced and did <i>pirouette</i> across the landscape, twirling through thick canopies, <i>quivering</i> leaves and branches <i>whispering</i> in correlation to such ballet. Fragile nares of Stag would flare to the aroma which flitted upon the breeze, <i>intruding</i> the atmosphere of the newly found <i>paradise</i>. Virile bodice would lift form from the tepid bosom of the earth, stalwart pillars erecting mammoth alabaster formation, as pure as arctic passions, as dying foliage and frost intermingled amidst tendrils of extravagant vestments; cologne beckoning beast forth from repose! Pearly slippers would carry behemoth forth, duplex tails twisting and <i>licking</i> the grandeur earth behind as gentleman tangoed across the soil…

Sojourned within the placid umbrage which was cast down from canopies on high did achromatic sir. Veils of frosted ivory flicked about orbits containing bubble gum splendor as nostrils did flare to the cologne of the vagabond which languidly loitered amid the boundary. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Salutations sir.”</font> Would call the brute, baritone thrumming within breast as he exhaled, chest falling as steam emitted from fragile peach nares.



 
 
 
 
 
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@Si'drue
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<P> The large brute remained where he was as he cautiously took in his surroundings. The breeze pressed against his frame and he welcomed it while large triangular ears try to detect where the wolves in these lands were. It felt a bit to silent within the area and he was half tempted to simply carry on his travels, thinking he was mistaken. However when he started to shift his frame to go elsewhere his light blue pools caught a pale wolf in sight. He stood out against the the scenery of Tantus, he almost seemed to grow. As the man slowly made his way over to the area however, Si'drue could sense something wrong. Well not wrong exactly, though he could clearly see the man before him had a disadvantage. The way he moved was rather careful. Too careful. Upon further examination he would see the brute was in fact blind and though that didn't seem to affect the man. Si'drue had to question whether or not this was the actual alpha, wouldn't it be rather hard to defend a pack with no sight? Though, he knew better then to judge upon first glance. " I heard a pack has newly risen. Is that true?" He would inquire boldly, wishing to get any information he could to make a decision whether to stay or simply leave. Si'drue could aid in combat, to defend the pack if war. " I'm si'drue Vaugh, I'm simply a curious wanderer." The orange knight soon felt comfortable, feeling it was rather unlikely the man before him would attack.
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@Israfel
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Garland of ivory divinity flicked forth upon the dome in both curiosity and <i>analytical</i> discretion. Forth upon the breeze did the lyrical hum of the vagabond’s vocals thrum and trill, not any more perplexing than any other creature that the cherubic man had met in his travelling. Ah, alas it was so that the sir’s disadvantage did allow for greater range of <i>understanding</i> of the simplest of conversation through the twists and pronunciations of words. An honesty claimed the likes of the vagabond’s speech, and so was it the Stag King stood upon sophisticated espadrilles in the frosted wonderland, <i>patient</i> as the other divulged himself. Bubble gum kissers lifted softly, supply parting like sheets of exotic <i>silks</i> as baritone thrummed within virile bodice, shaking the tendrils of ivory that blanketed the breast, <font color=#ffb6c1>”A pleasure Si’drue Vaugh.”</font> Woven within thy veins was the simplest of manners housed; skull did cant downwards as the left forelimb lifted, slipper curling to the chest as wintry lashes folded downwards as the king bowed before the vagabond. <p>

Returning to that of his prior stature was it the seraphic brute did further his articulations, <font color=#ffb6c1>”I am Israfel Van Orrick.”</font> Once more was it auricles upon the monarchial dome flicked to and fro, swiveling to survey the encompassing landscape as the duplex tails behind the beast flicked and <i>licked</i> at the earth. <font color=#ffb6c1>”And such rumors are indeed true… You stand before the kingdom of Féerique Lux, good sir. May I ask why your inquiries?”</font>



 
 
 
 
 
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@Si'drue
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<P> The orange brute began to feel more at ease as time slipped by. Tantus was a rather beautiful spot, it thrived. It was a good land choice he thought, One he'd also pick out. Si'drue took a moment of comfortable silence, acknowledging his surroundings, deciding if this would be a place which would bring him peace and yet make him feel like he had some sort of purpose. Perhaps joining a pack would be a great start, he could have some basic duty to get him back into action. He would lose his thought as the albino king would speak, he seemed to greet Sid with open arms, no hostility clung to his voice. Triangular ears would twitch, noting the name down in his memory, knowing that this man would, could play an important role in his life if he chose to stay. Feerique Lux. An unusual name, though atleast he knew it was true, a pack had just recently formed. " Are your numbers small, sir?" He'd inquire, trying to get a feel for the place. " If you'd have me, I'd love to join, help in any way that I can. It's been a while since I've been of any use..." His voice would trail of, no longer thinking about the past, but rather the future. The man would sit, awaiting the kings response. "I can aid in defense." He had very few pros to him, though, one does not need many.
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@Israfel
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<i>Arctic</i> smile would but peak upon bubble gum whipped lips, as radiant as the wonderland which did abound about them. Wreath fastened of ivory refinement would flick and rotate towards the newcomer, evident of inquisition and curiosity. Forth from the depths of the woodland kingdom which stood at his backside did <i>nipping</i> zephyr sweep, unseen fingers to <i>curl</i> and <i>tango</i> through thick and achromatic vestments of seraphic design which was thrown in sultry yet monarchial fashion about framework of woven <i>bones and tendons</i>. Such was it the breeze was <i>alive</i> and did <i>whisper</i> with the fables of a freshened kingdom; intermingled amid the arid torrents was that of frosty soil, <i>rich</i> pine, and the sovereign aroma of pomegranate blooms and white musk which seeped forth from his pores. As canopies of his kingdom seem to <i>chortle</i> and <i>quiver</i> in the wind at his backside did effulgence shift through twisted branches and decaying leaves, umbrage <i>dancing</i> upon his backside as alabaster adornments upon the skull cast ever deepening shadows forth from thy crown. <p>

Duplex tails lassoed behind hardy buttocks did sway to and fro, <i>licking</i> the earth below in ethereal and <i>silent</i> movements. <font color=#ffb6c1>”A cozy abode, indeed we are.”</font> Would rumble behemoth frost giant, great plumes of heat rising forth from peach tincture nostrils and <i>rolling</i> in ebbing tides forth from betwixt parted silken lips. Frosted lashes flicked to catch as accentuated and arched cheek bones as virile bodice did rumble once more with hardy baritone. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Any soul of kindness or misfortune is welcome amid my ranks and my <i>home</i>. Your aid in the defenses of this newly birthed kingdom would ever be grand, and such endeavors shall go very much noticed amid the first writings of this kingdom’s history.”</font> Chimerical Stag would tuck his chin swiftly inwards to his chest like some regal war stallion nipping impatiently at the bit before reclining his skull upwards once more, tendrils of smog erupting forth from nares once more as left forelimb would lift from the frost bitten earth and slipper would crunch back downwards. Perhaps a welcoming of sorts, or inward display of gratitude and reign; <font color=#ffb6c1>”Come good sir, we shall take a stroll through my kingdom and shall get to know one another…”</font> Duplex tails once more swayed, flicking as he turned in a ballet movement, pivoting on heels and bouncing slightly like some young buck before turning unseeing gaze above his shoulder, awaiting the youthful warrior, tendrils of smog continuing to ebb at the edges of arched cheek bones.




 
 
 
 
 
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@Si'drue
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It was made clear with just a few welcoming gestures that Si'drue's life style was about to change quickly. He'd have to adjust back into pack life and standards and he couldn't help but feel slightly amused and excited. He knew he'd have to make a note to get to know the individuals which reside here, in the hopes he'd learn to care for them. "Any soul of kindness or misfortune is welcome amid my ranks and my home. Your aid in the defenses of this newly birthed kingdom would ever be grand, and such endeavors shall go very much noticed amid the first writings of this kingdom’s history.”" He would take that as his welcome before stepping within his new home, quickly trying to become familiar with its surroundings. He'd walk side by side with his king, questions booming within his head. " If you don't mind me asking... have you always been blind? It seems difficult to walk the world in darkness." Wouldn't one feel lonely and isolated? Though, he didn't want the conversation to become to depression and would casually slip out another question. "Who currently resides here? Healers? Hunters?" He wanted a clear idea, hoping to recruit wolves who fit the criterias this pack lacked in.

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@Israfel
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Pearly espadrilles, <i>hushed</i> in their beckoning saunter upon the bosom of frosted earth did slide with ethereal gestures. Peach tinted nostrils would widen as to pull forth oxygen from the atmosphere and to feed ever fragile lungs, as virile bodice would fall flat to release carbon dioxide in <i>heated</i> plumes to the <i>nipping</i> universe. Wreath flicked forth upon monarchial dome, auricles softly <i>brushing</i> against ivory antlers which adorned his skull; amid such was it the petite rodent which had accompanied him for seemingly so long now was curled, almost <i>invisible</i> to the naked eye, alas glittering carmine eyes would give her away. Bubble gum lips would part softly as breast thrummed and chortle was emitted forth from jowls, <font color=#ffb6c1>”No, no.”</font> Jovial notions swept away the eternal plague of sightless orbits, <font color=#ffb6c1>”I lost my vision around the time I was a year of age; genetics I am afraid. My mother’s royal house was strung with white coats and pristine appearances, and it seems beauty does not come without an offering..”</font> Duplex tails would flick behind the buttocks as their foot falls <i>crunched</i> against earth blanketed in coverlet of powdery alabaster. Arctic lashes fluttered faintly to crest at arched cheeks once more as skull would tilt faintly to the right so that unseeing orbits would spy upon the vagabond beside him, <font color=#ffb6c1>”As of now this kingdom houses healers momentarily, as we seek to resurrect the art of healing.”</font>




 
 
 
 
 
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@Si'drue
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The wind gently whistled as they took a stroll within the territory. The weather was rather warm for the newly winter, the weak rays beaming down upon them. Perhaps it really was rude to ask about his blindness, however his curiosity really did get the better of him. The man before him seemed rather calm and didn't flinch when Si'drue brought up the sensitive topic. ”I lost my vision around the time I was a year of age; genetics I am afraid. My mother’s royal house was strung with white coats and pristine appearances, and it seems beauty does not come without an offering..” It seemed to add up, animals with albinism usually had very weak eyesight which eventually resulted to blindness, though Sid found it interesting how the new king view the result. " You believe we have to offer something in return to receive something... like beauty?" he would question, thinking about it for a moment though not quite sure if he fully agreed. When he then brought up that the pack housed only healers, Si'drue came to the conclusion the group was either very small, or lacks variety. Perhaps soon it'll change. " Hmm... it seems you want to simply live a good and wholesome life in peace, I respect that." There was so much to explore here and he wondered how long it'd take to fully investigate. " It's truly beautiful here... Do you mind if I go and explore?" He would turn his cranium to look upon the man. It's best to learn the area as quick as possible.

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@Israfel
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Espadrilles would but <i>caress</i> frosted bosom of the earth, <i>praise</i> but to the nipping chill which would elude the ecstasy of sight. Formidable was the <i>crisp</i> aroma and <i>chilling</i> nip of the world as it fell under the tender coverlet of frost and <i>slumber</i>. Indeed it but did escape the vision of genteel man, yet the flesh of him tingled and <i>explored</i> the feeling of it all, like the first winter tide all over again… Auricles would flick upon thy dome, enraptured and <i>analytical</i> of the vagabond’s lyrics, ever aware of the <i>crunching</i> of the male’s own foot falls. Bubble gum lips gently lifted, curling upon edges in the portrait of ethereal regality, dipped in the achromatic graces of eternal winter; pristine Stag of woodland kingdom. Baritone would thrum and rumble within the depths of virile bodice as valiant and stalwart pillars beneath thy framework would slow their languid stride but to a humble walk. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Ah, it is not my belief that was must give something to receive something, but merely that one cannot be bestowed with all things. My vestments were defined in due time by my genetics, but I was grateful enough to have seen the beauty of the world before it was taken away. In darkness it is one shall discover thy senses; my sight may have been stolen me, but I find that the softest footfall upon the earth is but a vibration I can feel within my body and a sound that rings within my ears, whereas I can scent another from farther than I would have been able to with that of my sight. Is it I was cursed or gifted? One may overlook the gifts over the misgivings at times…”</font>

Slippers slid upon frosted earth, sojourning in their movements and planting hardy roots within the nipping snow banks that licked at his heels. Duplex tails flicked and kissed the world below as skull did cant in the direction of the other, wreath of alabaster upon thy dome flicking to continue to capture the utterances and articulations which befell his lips. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Peace is but all I wish to achieve.”</font> replied he with the fondness of a smile, and such smile would continue to grow as the other asked of exploration. Gentle chuckle escaped humming vocal chords, yet it as not a gesture of mocking. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Good sir, I accept you compliment of the beauty of this woodland kingdom…”</font> - Thick and frosted lashed would flutter like <i>Papillion</i> wings to brush against etched and <i>striking</i> cheek bones - <font color=#ffb6c1>”It whispers it’s graces and wonder to me frequently through the crispness of the earth to its perfumes and the softness of the bark upon the trees… The wind divulges the inner secrets of this woodland to me… But as a king and protector of this land I cannot grant you passage for exploration until I am aware and sure of such adventure and where you stand on becoming a part of the family that resides within the depths of these woods.”</font> Twin tails would flick and tango behind him like some mythological mist that would sway and never cease in motion. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Shall you walk into this woodland and become one of Féerique Lux or parade through the majesty of this kingdom and leave unbound by the protection and love of this pack?”</font> Plumes of smog would arise from nares as the man exhaled.




 
 
 
 
 
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@Si'drue
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