Divided We Stand (A Packs Roleplay, OPEN and ACCEPTING)

[Nellas]

((Don't worry about it, you don't have to apologize- we all have different levels of muse at different times, no big deal))

Quinn’s brows furrowed together at the fae’s soft reply, and her bow, confused slightly. Quinn had only ever bowed to her alpha, and Clarence was too familiar to her that it would be strange bowing to him every time they saw each other. She neglected to bow in return, unsure if it was expected of her or not, though her doubt only showed briefly in the flash of her bright gaze, impossibly green in the light. “You’ll have to go to our alpha for that, loner,” she replied uneasily as Ruby padded up beside her and she shifted her weight a little in an attempt to protect her, and prevent the unknown fae’s eyes from seeing the other warrior’s weakness. The confrontation had gone out of her bounds of knowledge, though she was able to confidently guess strangers couldn’t just hop in and join the pack anytime they wished.

[The Royal Mirage]

Ruby gave a little smile, seemed Quinn knew more about dealing with loners than she had let on originally. The sandy fae stood as tall as she could, caramel bangs in her eyes as she briefly nodded back to the loner. The bow was a bit much, but it was rude not to show at least minimal respect back. Or so she had been taught. "I believe the alpha is in camp, if you'd come with us," she interjected, raspy tones quiet yet loud enough to resonate around the trio.

[x_Gemini_x]

(I'm going for the night but I'll be back tomorrow.)

[The Royal Mirage]

Calm? Quinn could be calm. She could be very calm. But something defiant flashed in her eyes at Ruby’s words; they were the same age and rank, who was she to be ordered around? She narrowed her eyes, but the sight of the strange wolf caught her attention; she had called out in greeting. Quinn strode forwards boldly, body language daringly dominant as she faced the sitting loner. “Greetings, stranger,” she replied guardedly, forgetting Ruby’s instruction. “What is your business here?” her voice was lofty, dignified, unnatural seeming to come from such a young warrior. Well, it was unnatural. Clarence had said this once when he greeted a loner on the border of their land.

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Finch’s eyes crinkled at the corners at her reaction, relieved to have drawn her attention away from the gravity of her reaction to water. “Well, not exactly, singing,” he replied with a bit of laughter rumbling deep in his throat, amused and grateful to have lightened her mood at least a little. “I’ve never seen them myself; I met a wolf at the winter gathering last year who had travelled a lot. Apparently exists in deserts; something about the shape of the grain makes a peculiar sound when the wind forces them against each other,” he explained, a frustrated note tinging his voice. Finch, too, longed to know more, but the wolf hadn’t remembered the details he hungered for, and it was achingly disappointing. Finch wasn’t as interested in such a high education as his sister, but he was always wanting to learn new things and disliked being blocked from doing so.

((How did I miss Finch??))

Opal's curiosity was far from sated, wishing there were more details to pour over.. Perhaps she would take a trip next spring, look for a desert to see these singing sands - she wondered briefly what kind of glass it would make. The crashing of the waves didn't bother her so much anymore, enthralled as she was. "What kind of sound did it make then? Was it more of a whistling, or a hum?" She wanted to know what sound she should be looking for, the jeweler was known for taking odd trips for a couple days, no one really knew where.

[x_Gemini_x]

Shayde nodded. "Would please escort me to your camp where I can meet your alpha?" She was alittle taken aback by the strictness of the other wolves. The wind was now blowing behind her, she could no longer smell the charred wood, rusty copper, honey, and earthy soil.

[The Royal Mirage]

((Sorry I disappeared, got a very sudden, very awful headache and had to take a break with some frozen peas.))

Ruby nodded firmly, turning to her right in way of invitation. Her injured shoulder was still hidden from view as the cream and caramel fae lead the loner towards the camp. "You got a name?" she asked rather conspicuously, her bold and brash nature coming out as it only could in the Western Forest pack. She knew the peace-loving hunters of the north wouldn't exactly appreciate her almost rude tone, and in the shores... Well, she already knew her attitude didn't work there. Ruby shook her head at those thoughts, seemed she'd been thinking about her old home too much lately. She'd have to go on an excursion to the Dark Woods, what she liked to call the deepest, thickest part of the pack territory. It was where the most dangerous predators lived, and where she could live as differently as possible from her sister.

[-goldleaf-]

Anna shifted her weight slightly so she was more comfortable, fur brushed through with light almost in response to the sun reaching down for the little town. At his sigh she sensed a resignation of sorts and wondered at it; perhaps it had been him, after all? She tensed, expecting something dire; but at his words her face slackened in surprise, mouth relaxing and brows lifted as she let out a couple notes of short laughter despite herself. “You needed water?” she asked incredulously, finding it hard to believe, brows pulling together in a sort of question. “Then why on earth couldn’t you just have asked?” The question hung in the air between them, and Anna knew she should be more annoyed than she was, but she couldn’t help it; really it amused her more than anything. A thief of water. Incredibly frightening. She was thinking of taking him up on his offer.

A smile tried to play across Fenrick's lips in response to her laughter, lips twitching subtly before he stilled them with a playfully staged look of hurt and serious-angled brows. He still held his paws aloft as he squinted at her, the only hint that he wasn't really hurt by her laughter was the dancing light in his eyes. "Don't mock me, it belittles my gardens needs." he said, velvet voice filled with mock-shock. At her second question he wiggled his dark toes at her, settling his paws back down as he leaned forward, closing the distance between their fine noses until his was only a couple mouse lengths from hers as he spoke. "I suffer from an acute disorder of becoming easily bored." he arched a dark brow, the light falling on the shimmery darkness of his eye-hollow more easily with the change in expression. "I had to do something to make the morning interesting." Fen broke away from her as quickly as he had leaned closer, standing with his natural fluidity and stepping around her gingerly so that he was the one closer to whatever dangers the little street might pose. He should have done it as soon as they started talking, but he just took the opportunity now instead. "Plus I did say i was only borrowing some, I had the full intention to replace it..." he paused, rethinking, he hadn't had the intention of replacing it really. "By ways of rain, I control the weather." he added this last bit with the air of an afterthought, flashing a wry little grin to her as he again pressed his shoulder to the shop beside them.

[The Royal Mirage]

((To the people involved in the hunting party - should we skip everyone back to camp now?

Note for everyone - it's almost sunset now, the days are getting shorter with winter nearing))

[Nellas]

((Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
Can't post now, off to a family thing but I'll be back when I can))

[The Royal Mirage]

((Okie Nellas, no problem ^^))