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Post by Tassie on Nov 6, 2012 14:24:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/11ipta8.png] Dawn blushed. A shadow darkened the sand. Paw prints revealed the path of an animal - a wolf precisely. Jazz closed his green orbs to small line, to shut off the bright sun rays that hurt his eyes. His big tail dragged along in the desert-sand, making a fine line right between the paw prints. He'd walked from the southeast, heading west for a week now. He'd taking a lot of detours, just to find some food; and the only thing he ate was a scrawny bird, that already was starving it self - an easy catch. Jazz wasn't exactly the type who was in a hurry.
The grey-orange pelted wolf was walking in a straight line - knowing exactly where he was going: The territory-line of the pack who'd settle down in this odd place. Gosh, i sure hope I'll scent someone soon. It's boring to just walk in this god forsaken place all by my self Even though he complained about the scenery - he could actually see himself live here - it attracted him in a strange way. The lanky male began to hum, moving his body move from side to side, in a way that looked like a dance. For just a moment he let his mind wander of it own; and that was all it took - a moment, before his sensitive nose scented the thing he was searching for. A wolf. And not any wolf - but an alpha wolf. Finally A sigh in relief escaped through his maw.
For a moment he just stood still. Not a muscle moved. Thinking it through. Was this really what he wanted? Maybe making this pack his family for good. He missed someone to talk to - to let in, in his big heart. He had heard so much about this pack, and their rules - a good place for Jazz. But still he was slightly frightened by the alpha as well. What if the alpha denied him access to this pack he has searched for so long. But I'm such an awesome dude! I'm sure he like good old Jazzie! He tried to calm himself. The familiar goofy smiled dominated the lad's face.
One last thought before taking the final step to stand in front of the line he had searched so long for.
His heart beat faster. No point of return - gotta go all the way baby! - Skeletos here i come... He took a deep breath and sent a loud howl into the blue sky.
Chillin', Mindwandering, Chatting
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Post by Vindicta on Nov 7, 2012 16:58:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,570,true] | [atrb=bgcolor,301b18]In a lot of ways, being the alpha was comparable to any other occupation. It required time, patience, and a considerable amount of knowledge. Experience was earned through trial and error. The only major difference between Lordship and any other duty was the fact that he, Dracul, was required to know everything about everything. In a logical sense that was a psychological impossibility. But in regards to his hazardous job, it was demanded that he have a fairly large grasp of many concepts. The onus of being alpha was that he had to be everything else. As a consequence, the Imperator often found himself doing the jobs of others. He was the only one capable of granting citizenship so he would patrol the borders himself when necessary.
The imperator basked in the rays of the sun. The temperatures were unfavorable to most who were unfamiliar with the sort of weather. But he was raised in this environment so he was accustomed to the arid atmosphere. He was perched on a large rock that served as a “post” of sorts. Dracul would see at a distance without having to run around to get from one place to another. He stood guard of this realm like a gargoyle towering over the rest of the world – seated aloft the stony walls of some monument. His gaze was unwavering as he scanned the horizon for individuals who might violate the sanctioned borders. Skeletos had a strict no-trespassing policy. But he heard the call long before he saw the wolf that made it.
Instinctively, his hackles rose and his lips curled at the corners of his mug. Dracul launched his sculpted body from his towering roost. He landed on the ground with a solid thump. The emperor approached with caution but allowed his features to appeal to a more neutral constitution. His gait was brisk but he didn’t appear to take too much of a hurry to meet the interloper. He didn’t respond verbally until he got an eyeful of who was crossing the border.
The individual was of average size but with a disproportionately sized tail. He seemed to be amicable enough. But the regent responded to the lad just like he did everyone else.
“You, good sir, have violated Skeletos borders. State your name and business.”
walk "talk"
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Post by Tassie on Nov 8, 2012 6:01:34 GMT -5
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It didn't take long before Jazz' gaze caught the shadow of a wolf. This is it...
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[/i] his lips quivered nervously as the distance between the wolves got smaller. The lupus standing in front of him, frightened (as he had expected) him slightly. The 36 inch masculine opponent stood proud before Jazz. He speaked with such good maners - which the gray-orange pelted lad wasn't quite use to. Violated? Damn it! Now i'm sure he won't let me in![/i] He cursed himself. Before the silence got to awkward, jazz quickly replied, trying to speak with equal manners. First of all - He began. - My apoligizes for the violation - This was not my intention; which is why i howled for you! He bowed his head in respect letting the wolf see he meant not to be trespassing. He then proceed to answer the question. My name is Jazz - I've come a long way to be here; You may think i have no use for this pack - which i gladly prove wrong... He tried not to sound nervous, which he thought himself worked out fine. He tried to catch the opponents eyes which looked like burning coal. I wish to be part of your pack - Your reputation has gone far; And i traveled far to stand where i do now - so know that from me, this is serious buisness... He now sat down the sand, taking time to let the words get to the Skeletos-wolf. Jazz wasn't the type who was filled with good manners, but this was the one time he knew he needed to. It burned inside, thinking the worst part of this meeting. Ending with him walking back - away from what he truly wished to become his home. Chillin', Mindwandering, Chatting [/size][/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Vindicta on Nov 8, 2012 14:30:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,570,true] | [atrb=bgcolor,301b18]He listened with forbearance and merely stared mildly at the man who quickly replied with rambling words. Dracul’s mind was a well-oiled machine that processed the important facts and dismissed the irrelevant pieces of information. He half-listened to the dissertation on how Skeletos was great and reputable. Dracul himself could have said as much. What he really was waiting for was the pitch about why he should allow this young lupus within Skeletos’ region.
“I’m listening.” He remarked neutrally. His veneer was somewhat emotionally distant. He retracted any visible signs of interest or hostility, leaving only a hollow exterior.
walk "talk"
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Post by Tassie on Nov 16, 2012 16:59:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/11ipta8.png] Jazz gazed into the male’s orbs. Trying to glimpse a hint of decision – the outcome of this meeting. But without luck. For a while, he just sat quit, staring at the other wolf. A short answer was spoken from it, leaving the rest to Jazz. God damn – quite a mood killer! But he like the opponent – he was very clever, not fooled by words. Maybe he’d saw Jazz wasn’t quite comfortable around such fine words. But he’ll do anything to get just a small chance of consideration to become a member of Skeletos. He sighed vaguely.
He looked down at his orange paws, gathering the courage to tell the wolf standing in front of him the truth -Being completely honest. Jazz’s green orbs searched for the eyes gazing at him. ”You know what?”
He cleared his throat. ”I’ll be real honest with you…” He hesitated for just second. ”I’m not good at all this formal thing – I’m not a classy wolf, I don’t know how to talk with big words, hell I’m not even use to stand in a situation where I – as myself – may not be good enough” He felt slightly embarresed.
Once again he sighed. There was no way back, and he’d may offended the one lupus that had his future life in his paws. “And I’m sure as my name is Jazz, that I’m not perfect – but I’ll do everything I can to not disappoint you or any other member.” The last couple of words were said vaguely. He coughed, then continued: ”But I have a lot of skills – I’m a good hunter, but I really like company and young wolf. So I may be a good teacher in hunting. Nor I fear a battle – so I’ll be a good protector too.” Jazz took a few step backs, feeling a bit uncomfortable. The sand tickled his sensitive paws. He thought of a good memory he had long ago. Oh – back to the conversation
”I’ve heard rumors of “volunteering soldiers too, I might be qualified as that too if needed” He smiled at the dual-colored wolf in front of him. “I have researched all the rules of this pack, making sure that I could fulfill all these – and I can and will!” He stated. Wanting the wolf to know that this wasn’t a random meeting – The young orange-gray pelted lad had planned this for some time now. Jazz’s eyes were filled with hopes – he didn’t realize until now, how he longed for a place to fit in.
“So – With all my honesty I’ll hope you’ll consider me in” He spoke. "- Sir." he added.
Chillin', Mindwandering, Chatting
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Post by Vindicta on Nov 17, 2012 22:40:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,570,true] | [atrb=bgcolor,301b18]The draconian Imperator’s mind withdrew while Jazz blithered mindlessly. The usual “I’m great and stuff” speech ensued and Dracul ignored that too. His attention only returned when Jazz finally got the part about his skill sets. When that happened he weighed his options.
Clearly this individual was not the highly functioning, prepared-to-do-anything, and streamlined solider or working-type. But Skeletos was in need of foreign blood. Stimulating the intermingling of immigrants and native wolves was a bit of a challenge. It was a delicate balance between maintaining the current and entirely unique ethos of the pack and allowing fresh specimens within the ranks. The pack was in need of a fresh influx of immigrants.
Dracul carefully considered his decision. Probably wouldn’t hurt to have him as a public servant.
“We’ll see. Welcome to Skeletos. I’m Dracul Serpentarius.” With that, he left.
walk "talk"
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