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Months had since long passed since her departure of her homeland of once upon a time. When she had fled her birth home while an invasion wafted through the territory. Severe injuries tarnished the muted plum maiden from her opponent who had struck her. The cries of her mother rang through her head like a lost memory. As if it were suppose to mean something – and yet, emotion remained void with nothingness. She remained in Victus as a rogue under the care of an old mad man who tended to her wounds much to her digression. The vagabond, a rather <i>mad, mad</i> man – he too haunted her, to where it had frightened her yet she wouldn’t express. While he terrified her, she had been intrigued by him nonetheless – he was a strange man indeed, it was frightening. Did she miss him? She couldn't say. Her dark violet head shook to shake away her current thoughts, while she focused on what was to come while she treaded through the Erro. <i>It will be here.</i> Morgäna could feel her heart flutter and her nerves tremble. It was almost as though she was returning to Atrox once again  - even though the land was once long gon. <i>Only a coward flees from their fight.</i> Alabaster eyes fell to the ground, staring at her paws, a defeated sigh exhaled from her ebony lips, her face void of any expression or feeling. It was complicated to say, upon how she felt on the matter – there was nothing there it seemed; she felt <i>nothing.</i>. 


<font color=white>“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”</font> A deep tenor-bass guttural purr fell from the dark lips of the white tiger from behind. His face stone and serious, cold and battered with his own scars that told their own stories gazed upon the her when he looked upon the young Ucilece maiden. Brilliant white eyes slowly ebbed there way towards the scarred feline with a stoic mask  dripped upon ebony features. Lantern in jowls placed comfortably between paws, white light flicked playfully with its own presence of euphoria. Envy-lantern; a gift given to her by her mad-blind mentor. <font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;">“No.”</font> she answered coolly. Her gaze turned from him, absently staring down at the pyrite lantern. Amethyst gem hung loosely around her neck.  There was a silence lingering between the two aside from the dusk-evening orchestral noise playing in the background. Misted puffs billowed from her lips as she exhaled a deflated sigh of uncertainty. <font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;">“But who am I to say I am?”</font> Dark shoulders rolled, head lifted as she took a moment to intake her surroundings.  Long tail curled comfortably around her paws. Tiger knight companion remained standing but at a comfortable distance between he and the enigma maiden. 

<i> I am not my mother, nor my father.</i>  thoughts attempting to reassure the self before making the final call. <i>A monster I may be, a hideous, unsightly creature – but I am not a creature of war and destruction. I do not seek to demise my enemies. For an evil in which is unfathomable for those to fear. For so long has my world been nothing but a dystrophy of chaos and none should inhabit such a realm. I wish to bring a sense of peace and understanding upon my fellows – an appeasing balance of understanding. We need not to live in such a fear.</i>  Her eyes were closed in thought and slowly they would reopen, revealing brilliant alabaster gems. Dark paw lifted and touched at the crystal which hung around her neck; <i>Now or never</i>. Morgäna inhaled, rolling her head back and ears folding against her muted plum crown and finally <i>exhaled</i>. Long rolling howl hummed into the trees; dancing and mingling with every leaf it touched. A lowly, quieted howl beckoning those seeking a home. As she ceased, her song still lingered for a few more seconds before dissipating into the clouds. 

<i>Now we wait.</i> 
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The green nymph has had very little excitement upon arriving on these exotic lands. Though, she wasn't getting herself out there and none she soon realised. It was lonely with only a few others to talk to, especially with her family far away. The last wolf she had met bore big, beautiful wings, she dined in red which Persephone still believed meant she was associated with the devil. What a beautiful wolf she was, it was a shame Persephone was cautious around her. Could you blame her? There was something alarming in her presence, a slight danger about her. Persephone was simply sitting in the lush green grass, a stick within her grasp, while stabbing the ground beneath her in boredom, until a soft, sultry call would sweep over the land. Her triangular ears would swivel like sonars, detecting the sound and location. For a moment she would simply sit there, debating whether to check what event was taking place or continue stabbing the earth. If this was a gathering, the woman wasn't sure how she'd handle pack life, considering she's never been in a pack before, or living in close proximities with a wide range of wolves.

<P> But the thought was also exciting, wasn't it important to have a change once in a while? with only the slightest bit of hesitation Persephone would raise, throwing the stick over her shoulder before making her journey over to the call. She would jog, appreciating the wind brushing against her green hairs, cooling her down on this rather warm day. She would quickly analyze the scenery before her, the blossomed tree's, the birds flying above her, the prey. Her mouth would begin to water at the thought of food. She wasn't awfully hungry, she just loved to eat and get fat once in a while. It didn't take her long to find the location of the call, icy gaze landing upon a slender woman, alongside... a tiger? A tiger! Oh goly god. Was this a trap? was she going to be eaten for supper. Her heart began to race, though once the seconds ticked by she realized they didn't really seem like that much of a threat, even if they did look intimidating.

<P> in fact, the white tiger looked rather cuddly, didn't he? Persephone realized she was staring at the woman, her gaze suddenly trailing down to a lantern. Her gaze would grow wide in wonder, the green nymph had never seen anything quite like it before, what was it? did it have some sort of cool purpose? Her cranium would lift up once again before her long, doe like limbs would carry her forwards towards the two. She would nod in greeting, her onyx lips departing " Is this your new home?" she would carefully inquire, not sure if the babe was actually intruding. She would look back to the tiger however, her crown craning upwards. " Is this your tiger? Can I hug it?" Persephone would stop, standing in front of Morgana, for once remaining a respectable distance away. Oh, where were her manners? " I'm Persephone Tavaris, If you're welcoming new wolves... I'd love to join." a small smile would part her lips, wondering if she'd accept. It took all of her will power not to go over there and hug her companion, which was strange to feel like that, considering Persephone was also petrified the tiger would eat her brains.

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Anger made him almost vibrate, his black plumage still fluffed up like a raven in the winter making him look more like a pissed off feline then anything. He couldn't believe his siblings had so carelessly stood around and chatted while that bitch had been just inches from them. It gave him more questions then answers though, was she the last, was the rest of her family alive? All her knew was that his father had helped some of the other families take down her father. Yeah that's because his father was a bad ass. Jaws would open and shut, snapping harshly at the air as if imagining that her throat was just within grasp but it was not. It took him a few more minutes of walking before he finally cooled off enough to cease shaking and allow his plumage to settle to its usual half mast state.

He turned slowly, looking to his siblings, lower jaw unhinging as if about to say something only to be cut off by another howl. Another claiming howl. Massive pointed ears would prick and swivel, neck twisting slightly to look in the direction. Erro... Interesting... <font style="color: #95a25f; font-weight: bold;">"how interesting..."</font> His words were soft, eyes sharp like a bird fixated on a shiny object as he slowly altered his pack and headed in that direction. <font style="color: #95a25f; font-weight: bold;">"Shall we check this one out?"</font> He would ask though he was already moving in that direction whether they agreed with him or not. They were loyal, they all argued a lot but they were undeniably loyal. So just as he and Cardinal had unquestioningly followed Paradise to the last howl he hoped they would do the same for him.

Their arrival was later, the distance between Tantus and Erro a fair way though he had unwittingly already started them on the path after storming out of the last pack meeting. Another was already there, a mutated woman like himself and Cardinal though instead of looking like a bird she looked like a primate, her paws ending in monkey hands. Curious... He wondered if they were useful in any way for her. He would offer her a short nod of greeting before attentions turned to the woman that had sounded the call and her... Tiger? He would eye the cat warily, feathers ruffling a bit as he stopped behind the monkey woman and opted to keep her between his bird siblings and the great white beast.

<font style="color: #95a25f; font-weight: bold;">"Greetings lady, we have come to hear of your pack if you would allow..."</font> He would say, his voice easy, words practiced as he lifted his left forelimb to place talons across his heart and now his head slightly. He could be respectful when he wanted to... Though he didn't close his eyes as he normally would, instead gaze remaining on the cat. Cats and birds were never a good mix. For some reason ever time he ran into a cat they tried to eat him. Maybe it was the feather butt... Who really knew.
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Cardinal

Cardinal was close behind his brother, his head swimming with questions a frown was on his feminine like face. Frowns were ugly, and yet he wore his as he thought over what had just occurred. The crimson male would begin to fall behind just a little as he had questions that would bother him. Where did that Volfglanz girl come from? Hadn’t they all been killed? Was she really as monstrous as they say? His thoughts would come to him mostly about the girl who’s family was sentenced to be the Madar’s enemy; but his thoughts didn’t remain on the small white she wolf. They seemed to have trailed to the other red feathered male he had caught sight of at that last gathering.

Who was he? Could he be a relative? Would he run into this handsome male again? Cardinal seemed to have started to forget the Volfglanz girl as he debated on going back just to see that male again. He was beautiful, and beautiful things attracted Cardinal like a shiny object does to a magpie. His frown eased away and he was left with his curious little smirk.
When his brother came to a halt as did he, it would appear he was about to comment on something, but the effort to speak was cut off when another howl could be heard. Another pack summoning?

His brother would immediately jump on it and suggest they should check it out. With a little bit of a sigh Cardinal would follow.
“Gracious all this walking about and we haven’t had the time to eat.” He would mumble in complaint.

He would follow Warbler and it would take some time before they would reach where the voice had called out. Cardinal looked at the two wolves almost bored, his eyes did light up in curiosity when he spotted the green woman with monkey paws instead of regular wolf paws. He smirked, than again he had bird feet so it wouldn’t be much of a surprise to see such things. His gaze would linger on the purple lady. None of these wolves struck out as beautiful to him, but he did adore the dark plum colouring of this lady’s pelt.

He warily eyed the tiger that stood nearby. Beasts such as that are dangerous, but it would appear this one would belong to the purple maiden. He frowned at the creature, confused to how a wolf such as she could control a beast like that?
He would bow his head slightly in greeting and plastered a smile on his face.

“Greetings.” He would speak after his brother.
Cardinal would then take a seat beside Warbler; his eyes remained on the tiger.
“He won’t eat us will he?” He would ask with a chuckle his eyes would have flair of mischief to them.
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The song would continue for several seconds before it would slowly ebb away like the rolling tides of the ocean. Nickel stained eyes remained quiet and reserved as did the expression which painted her dark face. Muted plum ears twitched ever so carelessly, black nose till kissed the air upon a slight tilt of her head. Tender breeze combed wispy fingerless breath through tangible grasses and leaves. Muted plum hairs were teased and gently was the Avelorn maiden kissed upon the cheek. Brilliant alabaster eyes closed, listening to the bustling of the trees while the duo sat in silence while the nerve-rattling waiting game ensued. There was still that hint of doubt in which weighed upon her shoulders – knowingly she was going into this completely and utterly blind with little knowledge of what to do. She was not her mother of war; nor her father who homed wisdom and endurance – no she was <i>Morgäna</i>. The ugly duckling, youngest of the litter of ten which the Greenfire lineage had continued. Just after the raid, it was not long until she would dismiss the Greenfire name and refuse return to her birth home. Only briefly did she pass by with the message to share with her mother and father but that meeting deemed shorter than expected.

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<i>Morgäna</i>

The brief whisper of her name spoken by the once upon a time King reverend in disbelief. Waltzing into territory she once called home could have led into squandering dangers should matters have turned for the worse; the memory still lingered as though it were yesterday: <i> A genuine whisper rolled within her plum-painted ears, causing them to raise, instinctively my name drawing own attention. Dark purple eyes offered a calm, narrowing gesture, the first to see these Atrox king make his appearance as he came barreling down the hill. Up there - <i>up there</i> is where I could remember my own spar took place against the Simul heathen that nearly tore my limbs apart. I remember my youthful gaze slowly turning my head to follow his gaze, my father much closer this time. I held my expression still plainly neutral, rather than filled with euphoria to be reunited with family again as I kept composure sedated. <i> Oh, Morgäna, Morgäna – where on earth have you been? I thought…I thought for sure that you had…</i> Disappointment found my face then, the realization he couldn’t succumb to admitting such a potential horrid tragedy. <font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;">"…You.. thought I was dead?”</font> head tilted to the side idly, the word exposed from black lips fell from white tongue so… so <i>nonchalant.</i> Ears had folded back for a moment, glancing past Hysteris to see if mother just happened to be following behind, however the queen was out of sight. Not even a trace of my brothers and sisters. </i>

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Misted puffs billowed in a lackadaisical sigh. White eyes carefully peered beneath a void of raven paints. <i>Is this your new home?</i> Stranger voice had been tossed within muted plum ears. Subconscious gestures caused brows to rise and head to turn in which it would follow the direction from which the voice had faltered. Morgäna felt her heart flutter with near discomfort mixed with disbelief as she looked upon the jade-emerald maiden. Silence muted the Avelorn woman, tracing the outline of the newly accompanied stranger. There were oddities and strangeness to this world: and the inhabitants were involved in such strange abnormalities. Nevertheless: Morgäna thought of them to be beautiful. Cerulean limbs replaced the strangers paws in which was an interesting genetic form to have. Dark nose twitched as the stranger continued, intrigued by the large scarred feline who sat silently in quiet observation. <i>Is this your tiger? Can I hug it? </i> Nameless feline snorted with lowly grumbles however his composure remained stoic and reformed. <font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;">“He is my companion, yes.”</font> Morgäna answered coolly. Patience played in her favor.<font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;"> “He'd rather not be touched.”</font> she hummed to the following in crisping chilled words. Her expression remained unmoved as she spoke, mild gestures of her head was all that was offered.

<i> I'm Persephone Tavaris, If you're welcoming new wolves... I'd love to join </i> . Muted plum ears flung forward paws shuffled against pyrite lantern with white flame dancing impishly within. Morgäna's expression had softened though would never share a smile in favor. <font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;">“ Amarìs Sëmine will be your new home if that is what you wish.”</font> the maiden dipped her head in acceptance. A pause broken between sentences with a dramatic curb. <font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;">“You may call me Morgäna. What skills do you obtain, Tavaris-maiden?”</font> There was a regal politeness as she addressed the green maiden with inquiry. As she awaited for another response it wouldn't be long until two others would make their way towards the Erro. Blank expression painted upon dark features as she looked upon the Avian-like beasts. There was another she had encountered since her travels, though his name had left her at the moment. <i>Greetings lady</i> the yellow canary-canine would be the first to speak. <i>we have come to hear of your pack if you would allow... </i> Morgäna dipped her head cordially upon the greet. Just as she was about to speak however, the red cardinal chimed; <i>we have come to hear of your pack if you would allow... </i> His wary attention was drawn to her nameless companion. Comically as it was that he had become the center of attention, Avelorn maiden held a stoic composure giving the cat a moment to respond. <font color=white>“Wolf meat is rather … gamey.”</font> he implied. Snake-like tail thumped against the ground.

Long tail teased the tiger before resting against the ground, finally addressing the canary-yellow male. Brow rose with her own inquiry; <font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;">“What is it you seek, stranger?” </font>
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<P> OOC: Still have Paradise to post in here, I'm so slow xD

<P> She would watch the newly found queen, Persephone believed the woman before her would be a quiet, calculating individual, a neutral pack at the very least. The green nymph was still new to the whole pack business and who they were supposed to function, but she was keen to learn. It seemed she was the first and only wolf to arrive as minutes ticked by with no other signs of movement, apart from the huge white tiger which lingered around Morgana like a ghost. Persephone would shift slightly, a monkey limb raising to flick a single hair away from her blue eyes. Silence engulfed them, before the purple maiden would speak and break it, her words soft and gentle as they pressed upon large triangular ears. The green lady expected the answer which slipped from the woman's soft lips, the tiger untouchable. Though she presumed it was for the best, who knew what such unpredictable creatures would do. Ok, ok fine. No hugging. Got it!" Her brows would tighten momentarily before letting her desire go, it was time for more important matters. Persephone was excited to go further within this pack, she wondered how strong and successful it would be, how long it would last... So many questions raced through her head, an yet they could wait. 

<P> The woman would grant acceptance to the pack, Amaris Semine, what a pretty name Persephone would note. The Queen would then spill her name, with a casual allure, Morgana. How fitting, a smile would taint her strong features, it was time to begin her new journey with the pack. Oh, of course duties. Persephone wasn't exactly strong in many fields, often having to go through trial and error.  Though Persephone would have to go with a skill that's her strongest, however useful it may be. " I can make an excellent wolf to spy on others. Or fighting."  The words would only just roll of her tongue before three other creatures would enter the area. All so beautiful! Two had irregular limbs like the green nymph... They all bore such vibrant colouration and markings. For one, the maiden would remain silent, wondering if they to wished to join the pack like she.

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Paradise should have known as soon as the call rang out for new wolves to join the uprising pack that it would be a bad idea to attend. From the beginning she knew it was Asuryan that had sent out the invitation, hoping to get the interest of other rouges. Of course, if it was he who became alpha, why didn't Paradise think that Val would already be there? The ashen nymph new to well the Madar's hated her family, she should have expected an out burst as soon as the words slipped out of her lips. Immediately, her full blooded siblings would leave the area, knowing to well they may have very well have started a fight if they stayed any longer in the precense of there so called foe. A sigh would slip her onyx lips as she followed War to his next destination, another call had arisen she soon realized. Not a single word would be exchanged between the three, giving Paradise a moment to appreciate all the was around them. She would look upon the blossoming tree's, the muddy ground replaced with lush green grass. She would pick up many details upon each land, until finally she made it to where the call rung out.

A smile would just crack upon the surface of her features, looking upon the small gathering from afar. War, would naturally take the lead, Paradise following just behind, remaining quiet as she analysed every single wolf before her. Interested in many, how strange some of them looked. Her gaze would look upon an ashen brute, large with spurs across the contours of his back, with Horns to match. Her crown would tilt towards a green maiden, her limbs taking on what appears to be a monkey? With roots and leaves blooming from her features. Finally, she would look upon the queen, and my did she look it! She even had a tiger as a body guard, seeming more like a guardian angel, just for her. Paradise would move into the area, nodding in respect. Her triangular ears would pick up the words of the green lady who spoke of her skills and Paradise would waste no time in confessing hers. " If you would accept me and my brother's I'd love to be a warrior for the pack, to help protect from the enemies." Though, the woman doubted they'd meet their enemies so soon... who would oppose against the pack?

Rubina

Rubina: Rubina wandered through the area, her ears would become alert when she heard the call that beckoned those who where near. She would pause and look curiously in the direction of the howl. Her twin tails swayed just slightly. The red female would sit and think before she would come closer. Perhaps the call would attract more of her family? Should she head the call? It would appear as if a pack would be forming. She let out a soft sigh, traveling alone was not something she cared for.
She missed the security of her family. A pack could bring back this secure feeling, and she could very well find her purpose. Her molten gold eyes would scan the area around her the forest was lush and green. There could be loads of prey in the area, a fine lace for a pack to call home.

Rubina would pull herself back to her feet and follow the sound of the call. She has decided that pack life was the life for her, although with her leading personality she was unsure how well she could follow. She had always been the leader for her family, but due to their differences they had settled on venturing out alone. Well she wouldn’t have to be alone anymore if she joined this newly forming pack.
Rubina walked silently and swiftly, when she reached the clearing where the wolves were gathering she paused in the shadows to watch. There was a good number already gathered all with their attentions on the deep purple woman. She looked over this woman, she certainly held herself like a ruler. Her eyes would widen in curiosity when she spotted the tiger nearby.

Her gaze would than turn to those who emerged to head this woman’s call. Rubina took note on the green she wolf with the monkey paws, her glden eyes full of curiosity. Finally she would gaze upon the three wolves with the bright and colourful feathers. They seemed to stick near each other, perhaps they were family?
Rubina would listen a moment longer as each wolf would state what they could be useful for. There was a small pause in the talking, not wanting to interrupt she chose this small pause to walk out of the shadows, finally deciding that this was something she should be a part of. The crimsoned woman would walk forward and sit with her twin feathered entwined tails tucked near her.Her white belly wasn’t as white as it could have been, but a little dirt never really bothered Rubina, although perhaps a pack gathering was something she should have tried to look a little better for. Her golden eyes met the deep purple lady’s eyes. She heard her name to be Morgana, it was a lovely name.

“I am Rubina.” She would say not overly friendly, but far from hostile.
“If you would have me, I would be delighted to serve you.” She would state with a polite bow of the head.
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Words would spill from stranger to stranger as they spoke out to the Avelorn maiden in response to answer. Silence would befall her like the whispers of ghosts until the voices settled to an amiable mute. Slow responders, to those she addressed one could assume were left in thought. Perhaps it would just be easier to address everyone else with equal faction? Misted puffs billowed from raven lips in reluctant disagreement. She wasn’t keen on keeping up with the social standards but if it is what got the job done: then so be it. As others filed in, she would nod to them in acknowledgement to assure she had heard their words and that they will not go ignored.

<font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;">“Curious hearts, I pray – listen…”</font> Muted plum maiden cleared her throat as she began to speak. Her voice carried like ghouls crying out to those they beckoned to hear.

<font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;">“Grateful it is to those who show their interests to be welcomed in Amarìs Sëmine. Allow me to introduce myself; your Queen, Morgäna Uciliece. But – look to me as equal. I do not request such formalities as others may deem. I consider myself to be far from perfect as a Queen. I will work among everyone as any other… So long have I seen the innocent be stolen away far too soon by the brandish hate and foolish crime of individuals who claim themselves superior over another when race or other discriminate slanders are thrown. We will not seek quarrels that are not our own – and do not go searching for them. I frown upon the act of violence as I want none of it in this land, this pack. You come to me with a slave and there will be strong negative consequences to be made against you – everyone is to treat as they wish to be treated.” </font> She would continue on with the laws of the pack, making it clear of what ruling belonged where and how they were to be handled. She spoke so keeping an emotionless face, void and stoic with her face never cracking a smile.

She would rise then, bringing this meeting to a close. The concept of public speaking was foreign to her still, and questioned if she was going about this correctly. <font style=" color: #9383b2; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #ffffff; font-variant: small-caps;">“To those who desired to be within the ranks to day, you may have them. I will cautiously assume you will not neglect your places. Those who are uncertain may come to me another time with your decision. I hope you all find yourself comfortable in the Sëmine territory. If you would like a word with me privately then seek me in the ‘morrow.”</font> Avelorn maiden dipped her head in dismissing gesture as she retrieved her lantern, white tiger beast following in step.

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