Wander, wonder. (Open)

[Atheca]

It had only been a little while since Atheca had seen her pack, but already it seemed like years. Looking back over the past, no matter how short it was, was already a curse in her mind. Stopping her forward movement, she stood, head hanging low, breath coming in gasps. Remembering her past made her shiver and cower in a mixture of happiness and regret. She had to get over her depression at losing her family, she had to concentrate on the present and her current fears and worries. Such as, where would she go now? Was there a place out there to call home?

She wasn't even sure where she was. A member of her old pack had told her to head this way, and she took his advice. Atheca trusted him, and hoped that even though he cast her out of her pack, that he wouldn't lie to her. Gazing around at her surroundings, endless forests of trees, she desperately hoped that he wasn't lying. To be cast away from her pack, send here, just to find no other wolves, would probably kill her.

Shivering her dark brown coat to rid herself of these scary thoughts, the female continued her walk. All that came to her mind was to leave her old home, and to find a new. This was way new, and as she looked around her, she realized that it was beautiful. She stepped out of the darkness of the trees and emerged in a field of snow, ice slowly beginning to form on the small pond before her. Instantly, without her even realizing it, she began to relax. Her tail began to wag, swiping snow away from her paws. Bounding forward almost like a puppy, Atheca dug her paws into the snow, propelling herself towards the pond. Something about this place made her so happy that could throw her head back and sing. She restrained herself though, and came to a stop in front of the pond. Small slivers of ice cracked beneath her feet as she dipped her head towards the water. It was cold, but refreshing upon her tongue. It had been a while since she stopped and rested, and this place practically begged her to do so.

Sitting, the wolf began to stretch herself out. It was a pleasant day, and the sun shone brightly upon her. Realizing that she was alone in this place, she began to stretch out her secret.

Bright light shone off the many colors, the dark browns, blacks, and shining whites, and it could make any viewer pause in amazement. The feathers of the large wings that spread on either side of the wolf quivered in the slight breeze, each quill falling into place. Giving a sigh of relief, the wolf allowed her wings to stretch as far as they could go, joints popping. It gave her pleasure to release the tension she kept in her wings, and letting all the tension depart was the most enjoyable feeling. Glancing around again, she made sure she was alone. Even out in the middle of nowhere she worried about strangers. It had been pounded into her head that she must hide her wings from strangers and even alone, she still worried that someone might see her. Seeing no one, she closed her eyes, soaking the sun deep into her fur.

Standing, she shook the rest of her body out, letting her fur return to its place. Giving a casual lick to her left front leg, she trained her bright green eyes on the forest ahead of her. This place was too good, she knew she should leave to find a pack, but this place kept her stuck. Sighing again, she turned back to the lake. The dark brown wolf seemed to want to stay in this place, and stay she did.

A few hours had passed and she made no move to leave her spot by the lake. Lying on the snow at the edge of the water, she trailed a paw through the ice at the bank. Her wings stayed spread out to either side of her, as this place made her forget about hiding. Atheca yawned, jaws wide. She wasn't tired, but felt that this place called for her to rest. In a few minutes she would start looking for a new pack, but at the moment, she felt calm here. Feeling calm was something she had experienced lately, so being here really affected her. She never wanted to leave.

[Korso Foxe]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2hp10yg.png] Winter was cold this year. Of course, not that it ever was not but there were times when cold seemed irrelevant and times when cold seemed...cold. This was one of that later. Despite a fur coat despite movement, the cold could still be felt. first as tiny pinpricks along the paws, then up the legs, a sort of disease spreading and yet it did not kill, it simply lingered, poisoning the body. The only cure being to remove oneself from the cold and yet the trouble was, remove oneself to where? Yet the grey lord begged the question: Why would anyone want to quit such a beauty as snow? The slate grey male restrained himself to a walk, pads collecting uncomfortable packed snow between them, but he ignored it. This was a wonderful time, a time to enjoy life, a time to feel alive again, as he always did with every winter. To be just, he hated winter itself, but the snow, well, the flakes of water turned into dust was a miraculous sight that almost made up for it. His tail swept slowly back and forth as he tried to contain his external emotions, however, the lord had never been much of a master to them and they were allowed to run at will. So it was no surprise, then, that he picked up a bit of speed, gradually at first, his stride becoming longer and gait choppier until he was in a full jog. But that fit him quite well. clouds of shimmering water crystals sprayed the air behind him and cleaved a remarkably twisting path through the knee high snow. He dipped his nose into the softness as he continued forward, soaking his black nostrils and muzzle liberally before deigning to break into a full run, tail streaming back, ears whipped behind his head against self-made wind, paws pounding a dampened thunder through the spray of sparkles every color of the rainbow. Eventually, all dreams of grandeur must come to a crashing halt. And while running through snow was not what some would deem "grandeur," there was no questing that one could liken it to such from the crashing halt that the dark grey lord, well, crashed into. He slowed first to a jog, then braked entirely, sliding a bit with his rear closer o the covered ground, but he managed to stick the runway touchdown and come back up to proper elevation. What had caused his sudden stoppage was simply a wolf, a lonely one, at that, and while he could say nothing for her enjoyment of the moment, he could say something of his enjoyment of the moment. First snow and now a winged beauty... The male had only ever seen a few winged wolves and had been left in shadow by more magnificent wolves to marvel in silence. He stood there, paws and legs soaked with snow, muzzle soaked with water, shoulders and side soaked with sweat. The lord heaved a few deep breaths before approaching closer and into audible range, as before he had stopped merely at her faint sight upon the frozen lake shore. "Good day, m'lady!" he began, announcing himself before he got too near. He did not see what shying away would gain but perhaps she was shy and would disapprove of his actions hereof. So he simply bowed "hello" to her from meters away. "I am Korso." And thus completed the basic introductions. So speaks the lord of the West

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[JEZEBEL]

Jezebel was use to the snow, use to the cold and frigid wind tugging at her fur; she had experienced things like that one too many times before. Her frame lingered around trees and plant life, the grand evergreens casting shadows down over her maneuvering body; where was she going? Hell, she didn't eve know! She didn't know what she'd gotten herself into, and her eyes were filled with worry. Had she made the wrong decision by not going after her brother? Had she been lying to herself and saying that this was what she should be doing? Though the question haunted her and loomed in the back of her mind, she tried to focus her attention on something else; anything else.

The trees started to lessen and clear up, and in the distance Jezebel could spot a clearing, where the winter sun coolly swept down and made the snow twinkle, and she thought she could even see a small pond, the ice frozen on its surface to let the rays of light bounce off of it in every direction. Her pase quickened, but only until a silvery shape appeared on her left, it's icy voice in her ears,

'Won't you help me?'

Why did she have be cursed with a power to see and speak to the dead; who would ever want such a thing? Spirits and ghosts weren't even suppose to exist. She continued forward, doing her best to ignore it, but the spirit continued to follow her, the monotone voice like a jab in her heart. She was at the edge of the trees now, and briefly saw two shapes over by the lake; but she didn't care about them right now, she wanted this creature gone. Immediently.

"I can't help you," She said, almost harshly, whipping around to face the floating silver mass. "Please, just leave me alone." Her voice, right then was almost sad, pleading; she didn't ask for this, she didn't want this. She watched as the spirit's eyes and shape wavered momentarily, before it gave her a brisk nod of its head and disappeared, leaving nothing but a small cloud of mist in its place. If only it was that easy with everyone of its kind; some were far more arrogant and stubborn then others.

It was then that the Quietus female turned back to the clearing, her expression even as she eyed the two canines over by the lake, unsure if they had noticed and heard her talking to the spirit; or to them, it would seem as if she was talking to no one. If they had noticed her, and they had brought their attention in her direction, she’d pull herself forward a few feet, invisible brow cocking and tail waving from side to side as her hips rocked. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She asked politely, though she knew that her eyes showed worry, fear even? Had they heard her speaking to the spirit, and if so, did they think she was crazy? All she needed was some company, and didn't need to prance around, scaring all of them off.

She eyed them both calmly, taking in the female's grand wings; she'd only seen one or two winged wolves in her time, so this definatly peaked her curiousity. Her eyes then went to the brute, his sleek chrome fur just about the same hue all around. They were both very unique creatures, and her tongue nervously lolled around inside of her jaws, doing her best to hide the emotions that would fill her eyes, but knowing it was no use; she couldn't control her emotions as good as some, but tried her best to put it a side, and thus forced a weak smile.

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OOC: Hope you don't mind me popping in ^^;
WORD COUNT: 625
TAG: Atheca & Korso
LISTENING TO: Dear Agony - Breaking Benjamin
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[Atheca]

It was such a beautiful day, the sky slowly becoming that bright blue pink that announced the soon to be sunset. It was still bright though, and she expected light for at least a few more hours. That would give her wings a few more hours of sunlight. Good, she thought happily, turning her head to lick at the base of her left wing. It still ached at times, but she hoped it would heal soon. At this moment, it was just itchy. Using her teeth, she chewed at the itch, pulling a feather out in the process. Sitting there, a feather sticking out her mouth, she looked the classic fool. Atheca growled, blowing the feather out onto the snow in front of her. The feather lay, peaceful, on a slice of ice. Atheca stared at it for a moment, admiring the deep browns and shiny blacks that filled the plume. The white tip blended in with the snow, and it looked as if the tip had been cut off. Placing a paw over the feather, she covered it with snow. Covering her feather felt like what she had been doing her whole life. Her parents made her hide her wings, and now it seemed normal to hide all trace of her fabulous wings.

Something caught her ear, and she twitched her ears towards the sounds. At first she wasn't concerned, it sounded just like wind through the trees. She didn't glance around, thinking it was just nothing. Suddenly, she realized what the sound was, and whipped her head around. She was just in time to see a wolf come to a sliding stop a few meters away.

Atheca bolted to her feet, immediately bringing her wings tight to her sides. The other wolf must have gotten there before she covered her wings, but hopefully he just thought it was a mirage. She couldn't have others wolves seen her wings, they might just chase her away instead of try to be friendly to her. Atheca wanted to be friendly to others, but was so nervous around strangers wolves that this was basically impossible. Shaking a bit, she watched the other wolf, studying him. Atheca hadn't run as far as she usually does, and thought that maybe this was progress. This wolf seemed... trustworthy. Atheca tried to relax a little bit, but could not stop herself from shaking. Finally, realizing that her wings were showing a little bit when she shook, she forced herself to stop. Now, standing still, it was basically impossible to see her wings, unless you knew they were there.

Now that she was relaxed, she studied the wolf once more. He was grey, but just not any grey, a beautiful eye catching slate grey. Atheca tried to meet his eyes, but couldn't, feeling the power behind him. He did look a bit damp though, and it made Atheca smile instead. It always amused her to see a wet wolf, but this time she did not laugh out loud. He began to speak, and she pricked her ears up. She was still wary, but made herself calm down enough to pay attention to what he was saying. He said good day, and then his name. Korso. It was an interesting name, and Atheca sniffed the air gently, catching his scent. His scent, full of the smell of ice and courage, matched his name well.

Nervously, she bowed her head in reply to his bow. Her bow was a bit lower than his, she hadn't learned to be a dominant wolf yet.
"My name is Atheca."
Just as she finished speaking, another wolf appeared. This made Atheca jump, and somehow she moved nearer Korso, but farther than the new wolf. She didn't even realize she was near Korso, just stared at the new wolf, wondering who she was.

The new one, a female, looked odd to Atheca, but she wasn't sure what it was about her that looked odd. The new wolf spoke, and Atheca continued to watch her carefully. She eyed Korso too, wanting to make sure he wasn't threatening either. Towards the other female, Atheca bowed her head slightly in greeting, not as far as she had bowed to Korso.
"I do not think you are interrupting anything... we have just met."
She wasn't sure what was going to happen with these two wolves, but had a hope that things could end up okay. They seemed like decent enough wolves, but Atheca had an wariness that she could just not ignore. At the moment though, she stood, somewhat calmly, staring at each wolf.

[Korso Foxe]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2hp10yg.png] [ooc: Umm, wow. I accidently deleted this post. Which is odd for me. But this just shows you how tired I am. Anyway, It basically consisted of Korso saying how it was a pleasure to meet Atheca and him taking it upon himself to start up conversation, asking why both Atheca and Jezebel had come here and where they expected to stay. And he probably bowed at some point...] So speaks the lord of the West

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[JEZEBEL]

She let tongue roll around inside her mouth, body posture shifting between several different things; she had heard the male’s question and wasn’t afraid to answer it – she simply just didn’t know to word it! She gazed moved between the fellow female and the chrome male, offering each a weak, faint grin as she inhaled a breath, slowly and surely. ”I’m Jezebel,” She started off, pulling herself that few feet closer, tail swaying to and fro in sync with her rocking hips, the words coming out before they seemed to register in her mind. “And I’m a Quietus – you know, one of those weird creatures that can see and talk to the dead? – and I came here for a new life, which I know probably sounds cheesy to both of you. But my life’s been filled with too much death and pain and hurt, including those horrid spirits … and I just need another chance at life, a chance to be who Iwant to be. No one understands who I am.” SHIT, had she just said all that, had she really opened her mind up to them and expressed all those feelings she had bottled up?! Well damn, yes she had! She regretted it rather quickly after she let the words came pouring out from her mouth, and turned away momentarily, shaking her head in a what-could-be sheepish way. “But it really doesn’t matter, it was nothing too bad.” She attempted and failed to add on, her voice rather low and quiet, and easy to be noticed as a lie if heard by either of them. She let silence creep into the air, and even if it was for a few seconds, it casted an eerie and wary feeling over her body, and she shivered lightly, though it wasn’t noticeable.

It was only then that she finally turned her head back around, her tail’s swaying tune stopping as she let herself fall back on to her rump, claws poking at the ground and tail curling lightly around her paws. And though this was all normal behavior, Jezebel herself was far from normal. She was really a mess, and knew that they’d think she was odd or crazy or deranged … whatever their minds could come up with; but it only proved her point to be completely and utterly correct. She didn’t know who she was or who she wanted to be, and needed someone to help her figure that out. Would either of these be the one to do it? Her past had been so confusing and so unpredictable that she’d been tainted with a million different things and experiences, could they be the ones to look past her enormous faults and see the potential of a wolf beneath that? Well, she could only hope, right? There was no harm in hoping.

And as for the last little part of Korso’s question, Jezebel met his gaze with an even and calm stare, despite the quick beating of her heart at the current situation and the thoughts running through her head. “I don’t know where I’m going to stay, but I’ll find somewhere eventually.” Done, done and done, that was all she was going to stay, and this time she was not babble on with her meaningless problems. She gave him a brisk nod, eyes somehow falling on to the female next. Jezebel hadn’t heard much from her, and took in her delicate features, squinting in wonder where those wings of her’s had gone. It was quite extravagant how she could completely take them into hiding like that, and it only made Jezebel want to know her further. But hey, you couldn’t just to around, picking people up as you went and deciding to ally with them; maybe this girl didn’t like her one bit, maybe she wanted her gone from the scene. Maybe that’s what the male wanted, really, who knew?

But finally, she had nothing else to say or do, and sighed heavily under her breath, prepared and ready to brace herself for their reactions and responses. They weren’t all going to be good and cheerful and happy, and she’d bet you on that.

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OOC: Ouch, poor Jez
WORD COUNT: 695
TAG: Atheca & Korso
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[Atheca]

The winged wolf looked warily at her two companions, wondering why they had both suddenly turned up here. She thought for sure that she had found a paradise, a place where strangers couldn't randomly sneak up on her. Not that she was completely afraid of other wolves, she just would have liked some warning when they suddenly showed up. She glanced at Korso again, wondering where he had come from. Discreetly sniffing the air, she could not scent anything on him that hinted he was from this pond area. Perhaps he was a loner like she was? Something about him made her guess not though. Having spent much time with her former pack alpha Rock, and her parents, who seemed to be the unofficial 'real' alphas, she could tell the strength and power behind certain wolves. Perhaps she was wrong, but she would bet her lunch that Korso either was, or had been an alpha.

But she was probably wrong.

Atheca twisted around, keeping her head to Korso and the other female, but moving her behind closer to her, so she could sit. While sitting, her wings were able to be hidden a little bit better than when she was standing. This wouldn't normally make sense, but when standing, bits of feather could be seen on her back. While sitting, she could pull them down to look like belly fur. Fairly confident that neither of the wolves near her could see her wings, she curled her fluffy tail around her front paws. Though looking relaxed, Atheca kept on her toes, ready to bolt at a moments notice. Neither of these strangers looked dangerous, but one can never tell.

Though, thoughts of a new home echoed through her mind. Would she perhaps find a new home with these two wolves? Perhaps one knew of a pack nearby, or was part of a pack that would perhaps have room for one more. Then again, being in a wingless pack might be hard. Maybe this was the time to show a new pack her wings? As long as the pack was accepting, she might finally become settled and happy in a home. Perhaps some day she would be able to live her life without hiding.

Korso spoke of the pleasure at meeting her, and Atheca pricked her ears towards him. Was he truly pleased to meet her? She had met many wolves who say the words, but don't believe in what they say.

Telling herself to stop thinking such bad thoughts, Atheca glanced at the other female. The silence spread into the snow, sounding loud to her. Finally Korso spoke again. He asked about her past, about the other wolf's past as well. Atheca wasn't so sure about what she was going to tell Korso. Would she be honest, or would she move around the question? Before she could gather the courage to speak, the other female began to talk. She said her name was Jezebel, then proceeded to talk about herself being a Quietus, a breed Atheca had not heard of before. Apparently that was a breed that could talk to the dead. Atheca shivered a little bit, trying to imagine what it would be like to hear the deceased. She didn't know any dead wolves, but thought that she wouldn't trade places with Jezebel.

Hearing how the other female answered the past question gave Atheca hope that she didn't need to answer truthfully just yet. She might eventually, but wanted to trust these two wolves completely before she told them about her past and wings. Glancing at Korso again, Atheca gave a small huff. She wasn't sure what to say, but felt that they might understand if she declined to answer.

"I left my pack a few months ago, and have been wandering since. My old alpha told me that this direction might have some packs. I won't last long without a pack.. that's why I came this way." She paused, surprised at how much she said. Usually too wary around strangers to talk a lot, Atheca thought that perhaps this was progress. "As to this pond... I just happened upon it. It is very peaceful though."

Saying that made her realize that perhaps this pond and glade was what gave her the courage to be calm around strangers. Perhaps this was a healing place. Giving a small happy sigh, she gazed, bright green eyes, at Korso and Jezebel.

[Korso Foxe]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2hp10yg.png] Korso wondered if the female Jezebel wanted them to reject her for her species. The way she had said it, the self-insulting way she had explained what a Quietus was... It made the slate grey male wonder what she wanted from their responses. Or what she expected, anyway. Personally, the alpha always considered others to have low expectations of strangers. Whereas he tried to hope that they would treat him such as he treated them, it seemed others had been so impacted by strict hierarchy that they did not think anyone would appreciate them. Well, here was her wake up call them, becuase Korso always cared, know it or not, like it or not, understand it or not, he cared. And that was why he was hurt so much. But being hurt didn't mean he was going to change. Ever. Besides, he had met a young female who could speak to spirits before. Whether they had been the dead or the yet to be born or the living of another world, he hadn't known. But either way, speaking to the dead, the once living, was less strange that having wings, the unknown. At least in his eyes. And yet, there was such beauty in wings and such wonders to be made of communing with spirits. There was little that he found distasteful in the long term. "Pleasure, Jezebel," he said, repeating his word order of before, bowing to her as well and adding his name again. He could only smile at her first words. It was like she had read his pack's mission statement. "Well, second chances have always been something I heartily support." Perhaps he was implying something, perhaps not. But he hoped so. Darkseid was getting mighty lonely again, as it always seemed to happen over the winter. But Atheca was much more reserved and secretive of why she was coming here. Truth be told, Jezebel had said nothing particularly specific either, but had at least explained the general terms with which she had left her last home. Korso gagged Atheca as the more wary of the two, took note of it, and seated himself casually, a show of nothing he had to do. "I am sure there will be other places of beauty and peace. Though I shall apologize for interrupting you." And yet still he sat, not quite blatantly defying her, since she had never said she preferred to be alone, simply that she had appreciated it. He would leave if she asked of course, but still, one had to know to ask outright. "As for finding a place to settle, I happen to know of one, should either of you ladies ever be interested." He left the words open, but did nothing to encourage them. Besides, they would not be persuaded by him, a stranger, no matter how civil and formal his demeanor. So speaks the lord of the West

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[JEZEBEL]

So she hadn’t gotten the terrible reactions she had been dreading – thank god, too – and this relaxed her soul, and she was able to relieve herself of a picture-perfect posture and easily show the others she was calmer then before; if they could bypass that without freaking out, she knew they wouldn’t really be able to dig up any more dirt about her; except maybe about the incident with her brother. Oh, it pained her to think about it, the feeling was like a cold blade striking you in the heart while a dark, black flame consumed you from the inside out; it was her fault after all, her fault that Lucifer was gone.

Or at least she believed this to be true.

But Jezebel was forced to pull her thoughts away from this and focus on her company. Her eyes tore away from her paws where they had previously been fixated on while looking back at memories of Lucifer, and turned to Atheca as she spoke of her reasons for being here. Less detailed then her own – another reason Jezebel assumed she had said way too much – but it taught them both a little bit about the winged she-wolf, all that they needed to know after only meeting her for a matter of minutes. “This whole place is very peaceful somehow; I don’t believe it’s possible that there may be another area like this.” She said, speaking slowly and making sure not to mix up her words. “I was just wandering, and it was like I was being drawn here; I actually saw the pond from the distance, but then I had to deal with a small ’disturbance’ before arriving to see you two already here.” She was hoping to try and start up a little side conversation, showing them that she was just as normal and social as any, which she was if she got along with you, and to Jezebel this meeting of theirs was going pretty good so far.

‘Pleasure, Jezebel’

It was a pleasure to make her acquaintance, huh? She wouldn’t complain, seeing as she often said that to others, but had never really heard others say it to her instead. Yet she didn’t focus on that, and took in his name and quick little side note after that, lips twitching to hold back a bitter smirk. “Second chances? Some need more chances then that, Korso.” She said softly, forcing a weak smile and a playful tint to be added on to her voice, pushing back that bitter look that was trying oh so hard to get seen. Was she talking about herself? Maybe, maybe not; that’s something she shouldn’t be sharing anytime soon. Her tongue twisted and played around inside her ruthless jaws, bright green eyes gliding between the two other wolves, wondering what conversation or subject would pop up next; things always seemed to jump from this to that with Jezebel in the mix, but this wasn’t really the case here; they were sticking to a serious subject, where they all seemed to be answering truthfully to keep it rolling. And this made the female pleasantly surprised.

As for Korso’s last little addition to the conversation, Jezebel couldn’t help but raise a brow, eyes stopping on him as her tail flickered out behind her. He knew of a place that could and would take them in? Though he said this and she assumed for his words to be true, she couldn’t help but wonder if she fit into that category. She thought way too differently of herself, and it was quite a shame; so what, she had one little power that practically no one else had – did that make her so odd? No, as a matter of fact it didn’t; it’s just too bad she doesn’t realize that.

“Oh really now? Would you mind sharing some information on this place of yours? I hate to say it, but you have me interested.” She told him with a small smile – this one more true then not – but that little bit of worry lingered in her eyes, and yet she did her best to hide it with a fake exterior, head tilting to side as her eyebrow cocked curiously. And though her gaze did twitch to Atheca once or twice, she was focused on Korso, wanting to know what he would say about this mystery home of his.

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WORD COUNT: 736
TAG: Atheca & Korso
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[Atheca]

Twitching an ear, Atheca glanced at Korso. He seemed genuinely interested in Jezebel, and again she wondered what a Quietus was. A creature that did something with the spirits, but she wasn't exactly sure what. Studying the other female, Atheca twitched, fluttering her wings slightly. She wouldn't usually have even moved her wings around other wolves, especially strangers, but was strangely uncaring about hiding her wings at this moment. Neither of these wolves have commented on her wings, but surely they had noticed them. Perhaps they didn't care? Atheca wanted to ask desperately, but could not bring herself to do so. If they commented, she would eagerly speak about her wings, or the wings of wolves in general.

Second chances. The words caught her ears. Korso had spoken them, and said that he supported them. This made her tail wag slightly in happiness. If he believed in happiness, then perhaps she could have her second chance. Then the male sat, and Atheca glanced quickly at him, sensing the movement. Thankfully, he hadn't moved aggressively, and Atheca relaxed. She would have to get over her fear of strangers if she could ever hope to join a pack. Sniffing discreetly at Korso, she smelled a scent that she had previously associated with a pack. Perhaps he came from a pack seeking new members. If that was so, that would be extremely exciting to her. If a pack seeked new members, and Korso was one of those seekers, this could prove to be a fruitful day.

"Second chances are a wonderful thing..." she said softly.

Stretching her front legs out a bit, Atheca turned her attention to Jezebel, who was now speaking of the peacefulness of the place. She spoke of being drawn to the pond, and Atheca silently agreed, knowing the feeling. Even though she had been going this way anyway, she felt like the pond had called to her. It was definitely a good thing she came here, as it relaxed her and calmed her. If it calmed Jezebel as well, a hearer of spirits, surely it must be a place that could cure anything.

Speaking of places, Korso brought up that he knew of a place to settle. That must mean a pack, surely it was, could he mean any other thing. Atheca stood, commanding her tail to stop wagging. She really shouldn't get this excited, all Korso said was that he knew of place, and what guaranteed that what Korso was talking about was trustworthy? He was a stranger, and Atheca's wariness made his offer even more intimidating. She glanced at Jezebel, wondering how the other female was going to take Korso's words. Turning her head slightly, she looked at Korso, studying him as she studied Jezebel. The male seemed trustworthy, but did that mean he was? She trusted Rock, her old alpha, and look what he did? She wouldn't give her trust out that easily this time. This Korso would have to prove himself, and his pack before she let them into her heart.

Shaking off the memory of Rock, she listened to Jezebel as the other female spoke. The other female spoke truth, asking for more information. This was something that Atheca hadn't thought to ask, but agreed with Jezebel.

"Yes, I am interested as well... I would like to know where your pack is, what your position in the pack is, and how big your pack is." She felt really forward in asking this, but felt that this was very important for her to know. Eying Jezebel, she felt that the Quietus female might want to know about these same things.

OoC; Meh.. bad post, sorry all.

[Valan]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2hp10yg.png] Korso couldn't help but chuckle at the two females, both trying so hard to forget their species in front of him and the other and yet both so wanting to delve deeper into their species through conversation. They were so hypocritical, it seemed, to be both at once burning with the desire to forget and bursting with the want and need to remember. They reminded him of, well, him. But that had been in the past and they were in the present. Their emotions and concern and imagined shame were now. He couldn't resist offering to help them out of the shadows a bit. "What disturbance, exactly, was that, Jezebel? Besides, I am not certain our friend with the pretty wings knows what a Quietus it." He winced at the scalding word of second chances from Jez, showing off a little histrionic flair. "You drive a hard bargain, wanting more than two chances at life, Jezebel...but... I think it is negotiable." He drew out the words of his last phrase, adding a doubtful tone, as if he wasn't sure that third chances were allowed or not, as if he wasn't the wolf in charge of deciding. As if it was more of a question to her answer. He looked away from the female who had posed him the question, sending a questing glance at Atheca, wondering if she was over the same standing. It would depress him much, and already was he influenced so, to think the Quietus needed a third chance. It depressed him to wonder what she believed she had done to need it. He shook his head, smiling sadly "The pack I am from is called Darkseid, set to the west of the volcano," he gestured to the strikingly lonely mount, far away, but rising about the trees and hills, taking the subject away from something more somber. He skipped over her request of his rank, for the moment, not quite certain how they would react to his telling them he was an alpha. Likely they would believe him to be lying; he didn't act much like an alpha. Emperor Korso, ha, he loved the irony in the self-created title. "There are currently five of us, a small group to be sure, but I find it easier to know your fellow pack mates and family as such." So speaks the lord of the West [ooc: Sorry for the short post, regathering my muse here...]

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