Testing Time (Meeting)
01-01-2016, 02:25 AM
The spring had come with a bang, the snow had seemed to melt in a blink of an eye. But the river was pushing its boundaries, flowing far too quickly for his liking. He knew that before long it would be completely flooded, making that part of their territory very dangerous. It had pushed the prey away, and the muck that had settled in the rest of the land made everything gross. It had sucked his paws all the way to the rustling thickets, coating his pale legs all the way up to his knees. His nose wrinkled as he fought his way to a more dry area of the territory. At last he spotted a rocky outcrop, and he picked his way to the tallest rock, leaving the lower ones for his member to settle on. Tipping his head upwards Bass called out for his pack, demanding that every member show up. He had a plan, and was excited to put it into action. Not everyone had been able to fight at the siege, and Bass wanted the whole pack to be prepared for anything that came it way. He wanted to elect two captains and allow them to pick their teams, dividing the pack into two seperate halves. From there, he wanted a false war to be launched. Everyone would be fighting, just like it was truly a war, even the healers. His tail curled around his muddy legs he waited, obvious excitement in his yellow gaze.
"Speech"
'thoughts'
01-01-2016, 02:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-08-2016, 10:06 AM by Lillianna.)
The call would ring out, and the newly made woman would leave her den in a haste, bounding towards the call... well, as well as she could in this terrain. Her nose wrinkling with every step, each paw sticking to the mud, she forced her way through the thickets to where her alpha stood waiting. Curiosity swirled in her green eyes as she stepped onto the rocky outcrop, each of her paws being shaken to get excess mud off. A quick glance around would show she was the first to arrive - good. A small smile graced her lips as she tipped her head back to watch Bass. What was he up to? Best to think on that and not on the heat that was starting to rise up again.
note to self: having this set after bacchus and lark threads as to prevent issues with timing
"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"
note to self: having this set after bacchus and lark threads as to prevent issues with timing
"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"
Art by Lunarsailor
Note: Lillie has scars over her right eye and down her cheek. She also has scars under her chin and on her jaw. Her tables and art will most likely not reflect this. Unless it is specified otherwise, assume Lillianna is accompanied by her companion.
01-01-2016, 02:53 AM
Sparrow had noticed the rising waters and muck. She had used it to collect herbs. Her body had been coated with mud. Recently, she had been thinking. She had heard her aunt out on all the things about trust and had decided that she didn't know how much she had trusted her pack, or how much they trusted her. In the end, as she reflected on the events, she decided neither side trusted either much. Her dad had told two of his kids about the war, but not others. Then, he had acted like they were betraying him by being confused and not agreeing. Sparrow wanted to believe in her heart that her family was good. She couldn't think that the war was all that good, but she had come to understand that they probably thought they were doing the right thing.
She had to realize they weren't bad for fighting. She had to realize fighting was a part of life. Just like he had said... Sparrow needed to accept that. Like he had said, if she wanted a family of her own one day, it would be important to learn how to fight or she would put them all at risk. She didn't want that. She didn't want to fight. She only ever wanted to heal and have a nice family.
It was hard, but she finally realized that if she never fought, she would never understand why others fought. So, she had made a resolution: She was going to fight. She was going to step up in the pack and make her father proud. She wouldn't shy away anymore. If even her father couldn't trust her, then she had really become useless to the pack. She wouldn't be crazed by the ideas of fighting. She wouldn't call others traitors for not believing in it, but she was going to find out for herself what all the hype was about.
Coming into the clearing, Sparrow shook her coat out, flinging bits of mud everywhere. Oh, Lillianna was here. Cool. Sparrow set her expression firm and went up to her father. She aimed to bump her cheek against him to avoid coating him in her filth, "Father I'd-" She lowered her voice, looking from Lillianna back to her father, "Voglio parlare con te su come combattere. Sono pronta." Her eyes sought his. She wanted to know if this was the right move. She felt like she would never be able to get recognized as a healer when everyone knew Starling as a healer. Even though she talked to her Aunt Harmony about healing, it wasn't always needed. Having both Harmony and Starling would surely drown her out. If she wasn't even noticed, how could she expect her father to trust her?
Pulling back, Sparrow offered a small bow to her father, "Maybe after the meeting?" she asked. With another small nod, the mud-coated girl found a place to sit near the front, facing her father without crowding him. She looked forward to the meeting. She had high hopes for her new future.
She had to realize they weren't bad for fighting. She had to realize fighting was a part of life. Just like he had said... Sparrow needed to accept that. Like he had said, if she wanted a family of her own one day, it would be important to learn how to fight or she would put them all at risk. She didn't want that. She didn't want to fight. She only ever wanted to heal and have a nice family.
It was hard, but she finally realized that if she never fought, she would never understand why others fought. So, she had made a resolution: She was going to fight. She was going to step up in the pack and make her father proud. She wouldn't shy away anymore. If even her father couldn't trust her, then she had really become useless to the pack. She wouldn't be crazed by the ideas of fighting. She wouldn't call others traitors for not believing in it, but she was going to find out for herself what all the hype was about.
Coming into the clearing, Sparrow shook her coat out, flinging bits of mud everywhere. Oh, Lillianna was here. Cool. Sparrow set her expression firm and went up to her father. She aimed to bump her cheek against him to avoid coating him in her filth, "Father I'd-" She lowered her voice, looking from Lillianna back to her father, "Voglio parlare con te su come combattere. Sono pronta." Her eyes sought his. She wanted to know if this was the right move. She felt like she would never be able to get recognized as a healer when everyone knew Starling as a healer. Even though she talked to her Aunt Harmony about healing, it wasn't always needed. Having both Harmony and Starling would surely drown her out. If she wasn't even noticed, how could she expect her father to trust her?
Pulling back, Sparrow offered a small bow to her father, "Maybe after the meeting?" she asked. With another small nod, the mud-coated girl found a place to sit near the front, facing her father without crowding him. She looked forward to the meeting. She had high hopes for her new future.
01-01-2016, 11:25 AM
Karabela peeked her head through the grasses, eyes scouring the border of Abaven's newest territory. She was enjoying her patrol, eyeing the first signs of spring that were gracing the area as a summons from the alpha rang out. Oh! Well, it was time to end her patrol then. Karabela slipped through the grasses to arrive at the meeting place. "Hello Bass! What's up?" She moved to take her seat as she waited for everyone else to show so they could get the meeting underway.
"Speech"
I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain and make myself a king
01-01-2016, 03:23 PM
He had woken up to a rather...interesting surprise. It wasn't the sun of spring nor the fleeing cold of winter that woke him, but rather an odd feeling in his sleep. At first he paid it no mind, subconscious mind thinking it was a dream. But the more he felt it, the more he realized and he woke with a jolt. His den had been steadily flooding, and being near the rapids it didn't take too long for it to flood completely. Struggling out of the dense mud and sucking water, the large male managed to pry free of his once den and stared forlornly at it, standing up to his elbows in mud. Flattened ears and grumbling were all that possessed him, a certain emptiness that he no longer had his own safe place where he felt he could go when he was feeling depressed.
When he heard Bass' call, the male sighed and turned away from his den. Now ruined with mud and water. His coat was wet and thick layers of mud clung to his pelt as he made his way towards the thickets,and while it didn't hinder him as much as it would the smaller members, it was still hard. It took him a little while to get to thickets, blue gaze finding the alpha and a few members already sitting around the rocks. Hopping up and leaving the sucking mud behind, he chose his own rock that seemed it could seat another one or two companions...if they chose to sit anywhere near him. Irritated gaze looked up at Bass, a nod if respect for once offered. While they had gotten into a fight of their own sometime after the siege, Bass had beaten him fair and square...albeit with dirty play. But Zell was over it, and so he sat wondering what was in store with this meeting.
When he heard Bass' call, the male sighed and turned away from his den. Now ruined with mud and water. His coat was wet and thick layers of mud clung to his pelt as he made his way towards the thickets,and while it didn't hinder him as much as it would the smaller members, it was still hard. It took him a little while to get to thickets, blue gaze finding the alpha and a few members already sitting around the rocks. Hopping up and leaving the sucking mud behind, he chose his own rock that seemed it could seat another one or two companions...if they chose to sit anywhere near him. Irritated gaze looked up at Bass, a nod if respect for once offered. While they had gotten into a fight of their own sometime after the siege, Bass had beaten him fair and square...albeit with dirty play. But Zell was over it, and so he sat wondering what was in store with this meeting.