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For Love! For Justice!



Ganta

Somnium

age
4 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
Light
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202
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07-04-2017, 08:58 AM


Ganta waited, his beloved Roza at his side as those who would inquire about his pack slowly came. There were not many, but no great pack was built in a day. The first to come was an older male, scarred, but no doubt bearing the wisdom of battles long ago. Ganta dipped his head to the man, offering a gentle smile, for here there would be no judgement. No harsh gazes or thoughts about others based on appearance or personality. “Welcome, friend. Please make yourself comfortable.” His words were gentle, kind, and he wore a small smile. Their first potential pack member… was Roza as excited as he was?

Another came, and Gods above was she unique. From her coloring to one foreleg Ganta couldn’t help but notice how different she was. But that was alright. Differences here were something to be celebrated. “Welcome miss. I hope that you’ll make yourself comfortable here as well.” His gaze shifted to the silent youth at her side. Her son, perhaps? “...and welcome to you as well, young one. I hope you’ll all be happy here.” He waited a bit longer, but the next wolf to show wasn’t a potential member.

It was Leo.

He could hear the touch of concern in his voice, and didn’t doubt he was asking about the wound on Roza’s face. It made Ganta’s stomach churn… but now was not the time to lose faith. He had a pack to introduce to these wolves before him, and, with a breath, the young man began.

“Right now only a few of us are gathered, but I’d like each of you to take a look at one another. See how you are different, see how you are unique, embrace it and cherish it. Here in this pack, in Dragoste, what I, what WE want to strive for are a number of things. Celebrate who you are. We are a pack that stands not just for being who we are, but love, loyalty, trust, honor, and above all justice!” He took a small breath. “The image of Dragoste, what I’ve wanted to carve out is a family home… a utopia of sorts where each member can specialize in their own skills and not be forced to do something they’d be uncomfortable with. As your alpha, as your Primul, I stand not above you all, but with you, as sword and shield, as protector and friend.” Ganta looked around at those gathered.

“Dragoste focuses on our bonds with one another… but we though we prefer peace, and benevolence, we will not turn a blind eye towards evil or those who are in need. If one member of our pack is in trouble we will all do what we can to assist them, even if we can only do so in one field or another. Hunters to get food for the wounded and healers, healers to tend to the sick, mothers, and elders, and warriors to guard us all…” Ganta’s eyes were shining now, excitement bubbling up in his chest. “Together we are strong. Together we are one. Together we ARE Dragoste!” The male paused again.

“If this pack and it’s ideals sound like home to you then I invite you to explore our lands. We neighbor the good pack of Fiori and you are not to cross into their territory without permission. Punishment will be given by myself and possibly Fiorians for trespassing. While I’d like to consider them allies, we will respect them.” He glanced towards Roza and Leo. “I will reach out to you all soon to see where your aspirations lie. As of right now there is some business I should take care of.” He shifted a little towards the orange and white man, dropping his voice.

“We went to a pack in the west to get Roza treatment… I… I’m sorry Leo.” All that confidence wavered, but there was no mistaking the hint of anger in his eyes. Anger for the one who had harmed his mate.

{{Ooc:: Feel free to have Vern, Dessy, and Aten exit. Roza, Leo, and Ganta will most likely continue talking here. Thanks guys!}}

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