[MEETING] Impar Vita [Part I]
One goat pelt, stripped into five blindfolds. That is what he had been waiting on his goat hide to dry out for over the last few days and finally, it was ready. He set each of the blindfolds out in the courtyard just outside of the den in a circle, preparing them approximately two feet away from each other to give each of the pups enough space to get comfortable when they needed to remain still to have them put on. Just imagining them sitting there putting them on made Elias smirk to himself as he laid them out, he was excited to share this day with them, this day was important.
Summer had just started, though even toward the end of spring it was hard not to think that it'd already been summer for some time. The air and breeze up in the mountains was a beautiful experience that Elias was more than proud to know was his home this summer, but even for as much as he loved the Maw.. there was more to life outside of these mountains. That is what he wanted to show the Imps.
Yesterday he had worked on repurposing some of the vines and twine he'd built for his traps in The Rock Garden in order to build a raft at the shoreline closest to Alias Island. Building something big enough to hold up to five almost forty to seventy pound pups required many trees and branches, and a lot of work and determination from one wolf. The raft wasn't anything impressive, but it was secure and it would float.. at least, hopefully long enough to get all the pups to the island and back. The journey to the island was half the fun, though he planned on spending the next few nights camping there and making the island their own. A slight feeling of worry struck his gut with that thought, but he was confident that he could protect the Imps with the help of his pack if they needed to. Hopefully, this day would be perfect.
He threw his head back and called for the Imps, but also the pack. His tone was relaxed and neutral as he called for them, though not informative at all. Elias was being mysterious about all of this, though whatever he had in store seemed completely optional to attend.
First Round Due Aug 31st
Rounds will go much faster (2-3 days) after the first.
Everyone in the pack is invited except for the Lambs and Legion, who will be watching over them.
(feel free to post tho, Elias will just tell them to go back lol)
You will sometimes need to do dice rolls for games, so please be willing to do this if you join!
You can pick up pack points for this meeting, as well as the festival since the threads will be separated.
This is not a mandatory meeting, not even for the pups. This is for fun, the most important thing is timely responses so we can fit in more rounds so don't stress on post length and I am wishing you all strong muses to want to keep doing it! LOL! Let's have fuunnnn. This will be the journey they have up to Alias Island, which should take the entire first day.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
Ever eager to heed his father’s call Tyranis raced down the mountains and found himself to be the second to arrive. The call had been for The Apollyon’s young children but the young male was dedicated to his father’s pack and chose to attend. Disappointment twisted within him, already aware that his son would not be joining him. The boy was becoming too passive for his tastes and it was slowly beginning to grate on his nerves. He had told him stories of the lackadaisical pack he had been born in an how he had wished a pack like Ruina had taken him on when he was the boy’s age, but anything the man said seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
He dipped his head in greeting as he arrived and sat before his father, alert and awaiting a command or to be addressed. He looked briefly over the strips of leather at his father’s paws and momentarily cocked his head with unmasked interest. What did Elias have planned exactly?
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It was then that she spied the several shreds of goat leather laid out in a circle. It was no doubt in her mind that these were intended for her and her siblings. Five strips for the five pups, right? Her golden gaze fell upon her sister Actaea, watching as she leaned down to inspect one of the pieces. Lanky legs carried her body over to her family with an uppity attitude as she motioned to park herself at a leather shred nearest to Elias. Once positioned closest to her father, she would dare to flash a low-lidded, coy smirk towards the dark stranger.
The day was warm, but not overly unpleasant. Drakan's winter coat had been fully shed, while his shiny steel-gray and rich black coloration was as stunning as ever in the sun's rays. Thick limbs carried him as he descended from the high grounds above the dens where he frequently kept watch over the Apollyon's pups. Drakan rolled his broad shoulders as he strolled into the courtyard, his crown tipping downwards at Elias in a silent greeting.
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Dominus was big for his age, though he still held the mind of a toddler it seemed at times. Honestly, it was a dangerous combination but it didn't stop him from exploring. Nothing could stop him, or so he felt... though he hid the one thing that could truly stop him. He quickly learned he did not like to upset his family, he loved them and learning how to be just like their father trumped being rebellious by not listening to his father's demands when he made them. Dominus knew he was not allowed to leave the mountains, and that was just fine.
He was lingering nearby when Elias called for them, having felt in his gut just as Actaea had that something was up. He had seen the pelt, too.. hardly anything escaping the watchful gaze of the curious blue hues when brought near the citadel. His rapidly growing body left him almost always craving another meal, no matter how often they were brought.. it never sated him for long. Therefor, he was always watching and hopeful one of the adults hauled in something huge.
When he arrived to the courtyard outside their den, he barely noticed the goatskin strips that Actaea seemed to be studying, his focus more on the family that had gathered. His eyes found his twin by instinct near immediately despite the fact that it was their father that called them here, noticing her smirk as she smirked at Tyranis. His own eyes found Tyranis' face as well and Dominus smiled, remembering him from their crafting session. He was pretty sure he disappointed him and ruined his chances of holding his snake, so Dominus was amused by the sort of interest his twin seemed to be taking in their uncle.
While she inspected Tyranis, Dominus noticed the familiar face of the earless and tailless Drakan. So much of their body language was picked up from the ears and tail that when Drakan's presence was first noticed around the den, Dominus thought he was creepy. Dominus didn't know if he could trust him because there were no signs to trust, but as he grew older he realized that Drakan was protecting them, watching over them. Dominus hadn't spoken to him yet, and part of him was still a little creeped out.. but he felt safer when the brute was around. Dominus stared at him for a moment, wondering if today would be the day the two would finally speak. When he realized he was staring, he quickly refocused and continued on to look to his twin again.
Dominus sat nearest to Domina and finally realized what they were gathered around, the blindfolds. He looked directly downward at it, not understanding at all what this could be used for. From his first crafting lesson, he was beginning to understand the concept of tools but it still hurt his growing brain to think about. It seemed that a strip of goat hide could potentially be used for so many things, yet it's fragilty made it seem almost completely useless to him at the same time. Just. Really, what the heck?
He looked over to Actaea, seeing her studying with a cool look on her face. She seemed so sure of herself all the time when she was learning and it made him slightly jealous. He'd always seen her as smarter than himself, though it was simply something about the way she held herself and the way she spoke. If anyone would figure out what these were to be used for before their father told them, it was Actaea...
He shrugged and looked away from both his sister and the hide, finally finding the tall sight of his father. With his blue eyes wide, he watched him with a face of unintentional excitement. He couldn't help it, he was genuinely interested in what they were about to spend their day doing. He liked gaining the chance to learn what their father taught them, to impress him. It was instinct, and he could tell his father really liked it when Dominus understood him too.
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Recently initiated into this pack of warriors, the young wolf with a chip on his shoulder would begin to forge the path he let himself be led to. Tyranis, who had decided to adopt him as his own, had promised him the strength and knowledge to one day take revenge on his mother's death. With little else in life to live for, he was willing to throw himself into whatever it took with all of his heart. He had seen no sign nor whisper of his mother’s ghost since coming here, and had refused to let his mind fall back into the blanketed despair that had been his constant companion since her death. It was a lot of changes to take on at once, and he faced them all with stoic silence. Speaking was still unfamiliar to him, and he did so only when he must. His time chasing his mother's ghost had changed him as much as her death had, and he had learnt how precious words where with her silence. When his leader called for the imps and the pack, the boy would leave his silent vigil on the rocky terrain he had camped on for most of the morning, and make his way across the territory. He was not yet familiar with this land, but it was easy to follow the rolling howl across Fenrir’s Maw, and into the spot their leader had chosen. He came in silence, and found the man that had become his father, there already. He took a seat beside Tyranis, giving the man a respectful dip of his head, before turning all of his attention to Elias, prepared to wait with endless patience to hear the reason they where called.
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Miach was still uncertain about how to feel around Ruina, but he showed up none-the-less. After his talk with his father, it occurred to him that his eagerness to impress him never once died. He had given up for awhile, after seeing all the other children Elias had accumulated. It was hard knowing that you had to compete with so many other wolves for recognition, especially when he didn't consider himself properly trained in anything worthwhile. With a sigh, he tried his best to push his insecurities aside with relaxed body language, he entered the courtyard to see the rest of the group huddled around what appeared to be five strips of hide. He was curious, but said nothing as he took a seat and waited to see why it was they were all called here. His ear flicked as he looked around to the others, familiar faces from passing through the pack lands.. but he didn't know any of them quite yet. He tried his best not to look at the imps, feeling rather.. jealous still. He left a nervous smile on his lips, however-- just in case they decided to look his way, he didn't want them to know how uncomfortable he really was. Not that it was hard for anyone with skills in perception to notice despite his efforts. |