Post by Akante on Jan 31, 2012 20:31:35 GMT -5
Destiel said:
Destiel
Destiel padded through the marshes with surprising speed. His light paw pads leaving light marks to tell where he had stepped whereas a heavier wolf may leave gaping holes in the slush. The young Timber's mismatched green and blue eyes scanned the bushes and plants as he walked past. Herbalism was rather enjoyable. The time he had spent with his master, the now-dead Shaman in the mountains, ensured he was quite knowledgeable on plants from all across the land. His mind whirred and raced through his 'database' of plant information. Yes, many plants in the marshlands were harmless. But few, very few, could be mixed with other ingredients to create poisons or healing salves. For example, a certain dull yellow flower could be mixed together with another flower that grows in the mountains to create a tasty paste. Well... there was other things too.
Destiel sniffed at the ground as the start of a thin layer of fog rolled out across the ground. The scents of wolves had just begun to hit his nose as his brain concluded that he'd just stepped on the boarder of El Dorado of the Marshlands. The young timber tilted his head to the side. Did he wait here? Yes, that appeared to be correct. Destiel would blink owlishly before sitting down, his tail curling around his leg. His eyes drifted downward to glimpse at the painted symbols the Shaman had painted upon him. Bright blue markings that he didn't understand were layered on his head, legs, back and tail. Protection from evil spirits apparently. Well, why moan when he could never get them off? They were unique at least. His leather necklace hung from his neck, swaying back and forth as he padded through the muck. Upon it, two feathers were attached; hawk feathers. both dyed green and blue respectively to match his eye colors. Another gift given to him by the human.
As Destiel patiently waited, whenever someone came to greet him, he'd stand up and take a step closer. He'd always greeted the Shaman up close, surely it was the same for other wolves, right? He would then proceed to speak out, his green and blue eyes boring into theirs.
"Hello my name is Destiel," He'd begin, his gravelly voice rumbling through his chest as he addressed whoever would be in front of him, "I wish to gain entry into your pack." And he'd leave it at that.
Beckzilla said:
Anyone could accept at the moment.
And accepting into the pack meant money.
Besides, there was more land to patrol these days. So, as would be expected, Fairah was out patrolling the borders. Well, not quite at the borders. She was a meter or two away from the scent marks which indicated the boundary of El Dorado, hidden somewhat by the undergrowth and shrubbery which thrived in the water-logged soil. Her auds were tilted to the outer world and her green eyes scanned the land, searching for an unfamiliar face of any kind - intruder or pack hopeful. From her position, she would easily catch sight of any movement beyond the familiar territory, yet she remained perfectly hidden from those looking in.
Her steps were light and gentle, her paws lifting delicately above the ground, her movements agile and yet unhurried. The marshland was her favourite place in the world, and it showed in her casual stride. The fog which had creeped in over the last hour or so did well to disguise her grey form. She looked a mere ghost drifting through El Dorado. But the ghost image suited her.
Illusive. Swift. Terrifying.
Because, despite this light step and bright emerald eyes, she was an impressive wolf, the kind you would think twice about picking a fight with. A mere Blackblood cross she may be, but she certainly had the size and muscle to appear as a Blackblood, and the Fury ran powerfully through her veins. She was a Gunner now, a fighter, although technically she had yet to prove herself worthy of the position. Well, that time would come. There were other Gunners she could practice with, even a Master Gunner, and Fairah would prove to Rita that she was more than capable of defending and fighting for her own life... and for the life of her Captain.
But a movement had attracted her attention, and she stopped and watched this male as he... almost crossed the borders. But he didn't quite. Good boy. He sat down, looking all too comfortable, and Fairah noted the necklace thing around his neck and the blue markings. An oddity. Crouching, she leaped out from her cover, teeth bared, aiming only to startle the wolf into standing.
This was an acceptance, not a chit-chat.
"Hello my name is Destiel. I wish to gain entry into your pack."
He was invading her space a little, but Fairah had been known to be a space invader herself so wasn't too concerned by it. A smile flickered onto her maw, briefly. "Welcome, Destiel..." she barked quietly, circling him slowly and looking him over, occasionally letting her tail swish against him. "You are at the borders of El Dorado." Facing him again, her eyes piercing into him, eyebrows slightly raised. "Tell me... why should I grant you entry into this pack? What can you offer us? What can you offer me?"
Destiel said:
'... and that root, once mixed with Moon flower petals from lakes would make a...'
Without warning, a wolf, a very large wolf charged out from the fog. Destiel's thoughts became scrambled, scattering through his mind out of the spotlight until called for again. Jaws snapped with a flash of white while dull emerald eyes stared into his as the opposing wolf came to a standstill in front of him. The sudden appearance made the young Timber jolt into a standing position, his wide eyes becoming more wide with... curiosity? His mismatched eyes boring into hers as he calculated. Judging by the obvious height difference between them she was a Blackblood. A female Blackblood, he concluded. Her stance held authority. Not a higher rank authority but authority nonetheless.
"Welcome, Destiel... You are at the borders of El Dorado. Tell me... why should I grant you entry into this pack? What can you offer us? What can you offer me?"
The female then began to circle him, an intimidation technique? Make him nervous? Destiel kept his head straight but his eyes followed the Blackblood whenever she came into view. What could he offer? His insight into herbalism came barreling to the forefront of his mind. Would they need herbs? Perhaps. Did they need poison makers? Healing herbs? Even plants that increased taste. He could do it all. Quite confident in that. Fighting also came to mind. He'd been wandering around for a while. His small frame made for swiftness, not strength. Whereas, he imagined the Blackblood to be better at crunching bones than dodging. But who knew? But then the Shaman's home came to mind. He had passed away from old age and Destiel had left. But in the old man's stead he had left many... trinkets that these wolves may find useful. Many, many herbs and spices that Destiel wished he could take with him. But perhaps these wolves would enjoy all the other human accessories? The necklaces, bracelets, stones, earrings and such that lay scattered about, wrapped up in furs kept on shelves.
"I am advanced in herbalism," He would reply, his head still keeping straight as the larger wolf appeared and disappeared from view as she circled. He hoped some of his excitement at herbs would somehow show in his tone of voice but if not, he'd certainly have no problems expressing so again, "I can also fight if need be. However, I believe you may be interested in my old owner's.... home. He left many... items that you may find of value. Necklaces, jewels and other similar items. Would you like me to take you there? I was only able to take my necklace. These symbols were already painted and my ear was also pierced from a young age so I can not change that." He'd finish and leave it at that.
{OOC: Is it allowed to mention it (Shaman hut)? I don't mind 'guiding' someone there before/after acceptance so I guess it would be in the Mountain Valley? Or just RP it here and say it's on a mountain somewhere? If it's not allowed then forget he said it <3}
Beckzilla said:
Her little scare tactic had worked, and it had worked brilliantly.
The male was on his paws instantly, eyes widening. Perhaps it was curiosity that made those pupils dilate. But Fairah believed that it was fear. Fear of both herself and of the reputation of El Dorado. They had claimed land already - their reputation was growing and would soon be known throughout the marshlands. Throughout the world? Maybe. The success of her dramatic entrance made the female Gunner smile with satisfaction. He was considerably smaller than Fairah. She had to look down on him a little. But, if anything, it would make her look more intimidating. She was actually half timber wolf herself, but it hardly showed in her build and stature.
Now, to his abilities.
"I am advanced in herbalism."
Fairah paused in her circling, one paw raised and suspended above the ground. Herbalism? The Blackblood cross knew little of plants and such. She had always relied on others for that kind of thing. In fact, the father of her first litter of pups had been a herbalist, or a Shaman, or whatever they were supposed to be called. She continued to pace, brushing pointedly against his side and flicking her tail over his back and down his cheek. After this last circuit, she stopped in front of him and sat down, curling her tail around herself neatly. Yes, she was allowed to sit down. He wasn't. He wasn't allowed to relax. If he tried, she'd stare him down until he stood up again "We have... Surgeons," she replied quietly after a moment's thought. "Is that the kind of thing which would suit you?"
Next?
"I can also fight if need be. However, I believe you may be interested in my old owner's.... home. He left many... items that you may find of value. Necklaces, jewels and other similar items. Would you like me to take you there? I was only able to take my necklace. These symbols were already painted and my ear was also pierced from a young age so I can not change that."
Ah... here was something of real value. Eyes drifted downwards to that necklace around his neck as he spoke. El Dorado valued trinkets. And things that were valued were things that Fairah wanted. However, something else needed to be addressed first. "Owner?" Was he a puppy dog? "Trinkets, you say? Well, we would certainly be interested in them. We will speak of this later, however." In other words, if you get accepted, then we'll be having those trinkets from you. She'd go with him if Rita gave her permission for it. Green orbs looked back to the necklace. One of those around her neck would look lovely. But there were other things to be discussed first. Chances were, if he gave a good acceptance and could supply the goods, he'd be well on his way to being a member of El Dorado.
There was another thing though.
"Well, you have said what you can offer El Dorado... But what can you offer me?" She stressed "me".