finally had enough [mass-acceptance/pack meeting]

[azil]

To anyone whose acceptance thread I haven't responded to, I apologize. This thread will serve as acceptance for those who I have neglected, and after it seems like all new members and current members have posted, a Valkyr meeting will commence in this same thread. So, try to get your replies in soon!

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/aziltablemid.png] It was, perhaps, unconventional to summon a pack in the dead of night, but her style was not exactly conformist. In any case, it gave off the air of haunting dread, as though she only wanted a gathering of the cult when vision was poor and the conditions were cloudy, eerie, and relatively dangerous. The babe's lithe frame moved through the forest with a sultry ease of air that could have been detected simply by presence alone, without a necessity to hear or see her movements. Years now this had been her home, a place where slaughter had brought the girl to be a queen, and where she now regathered members, in secret plots to devise a plan that would create her the ultimate dictator. Just the thought brought a sadistic grin to drift across her scarred features, the contours of her muzzle wrinkling around the odd kink in her nose at the bridge. The lass came to a sort of clearing in the woods, though this was not where the Valkyr wolves - present and future - would congregate. Nonetheless, her tawny and chocolate hide rustled to a stop as her snout peaked upwards, a pause illuminating her features before the cry was emitted, summoning the gathering with a short, insistent order. To disobey the queen at this point in time, with such a cry for total submission, would be a very foolish thing indeed, given that she was known for her cruel method of punishments. Her mood could have been above the moon, and still, Pynthi would not have hesitated to sacrifice even her own blood if it benefited her cause. The summons made, she slipped through the dense underbrush of Tangled Hollow, flicking her tail at its tip and drifting among the massive roots of equally massive trees. Such a scale that made her feel incredibly minuscule, much as nothing else ever could. Here and there, the matriarch would arch her back inwards and creep under a root that separated its thick mass from the earth, brushing her fur across its sleek length, a drawling smirk flashing across her lips. It didn't take the babe long to select a spot that she preferred, and with a graceful bound, her domineering weight was upon one of the roots under which she had traversed, her anatomy lowering to lay upon it with a regal air. However, though she appeared ever the lady, the glint in Pynthi's eye suggested that she would not maintain her feminine stance for long. "Speak."

[Momo]

ZEALOT

The daunts of the night sky were meant to be admired. Its ability to dawn the earth below into illusions; to bend the mind and create things of nightmares just beyond sight's hold in the edges of the shadows. It was enemy to those in whom used such time for rest. But it didn't hurt to live, to come alive in the darkness and fall dead in the day. The "old man" was near completely nocturnal, and the night had become a secondhand lover to him. He found the night's thrills and charms to be no more than sparks for what would be formidable means of scares and blinding darkness. He were intune with the time of "day". And so the timber-touched male had no wise words are assful sass towards Pynthi's call to meeting in the dead of night, and only followed his own highly-adept senses to the place of which the echoed howl last faded.

He had no sort of quarrel with the Alphess unlike he had just so figured many had. This was because he always did well to stay on her good side; and he as well respected her rule by aggression. Many could call him an insane fool, or a major suck-up, but they'd probably wind up less a he/she once he got his savage teeth around them. The silence of the sleeping world broke through and allowed the long, overbearing breaths of the large male as he passed about the gnarled roots and short grasses upon his entering of the Tangled Hollow. With a small roll of his tongue against his canines lazily, Zealot drew himself into a slightly swifter pace. "I know you're around here somewhere.." His voice rang beyond his own mind as his dark sage eyes narrowed with the intent of a large predator playing with its meal. Her scent rushed to his nostrils as if attempting to deter him with sheer force.

Finally he came upon the area in which he had ever so cleverly surmised was where the Valkyr meeting was to be held. He couldn't help but to feel curious towards the meaning behind this little "meeting". A pleasure struck across his face as he caught sight of the Alphess then, and it appeared he were the only one there at such a time. "It appears that not everyone can keep up with the old man, mm?" He quirked through carefully-parted lips as he came upon Pynthi's elegant being. He supposed to give the others of Valkyr some sort of leeway. It wasn't everyday you found insanity like himself that could be of actual service all hours of the day.
Most of them needed sleep.

[wolfsecrets]

The way the world went ‘round annoyed Taboo, possibly even scared her. No, it didn’t scare her. She refused to be scared of the things that used to scare her. She was a stronger wolf now, stronger than the worthless pup she used to be, stronger than her worthless litter-mates. The litter-mates that refused to accept her, the mom that went insane, and the dad that locked himself away. She hated them all. She had only one family, and that family was herself. Sure, she had a heart that could love, cherish, have fun, and all of that stuff, but there hasn’t been anyone or anything to use it on. Did she care? Not really.

Sure, it’d be nice to actually have friends and a lover, pups, a family, but nobody really cared for her enough to be a family, a friend, or lover. Shaking her head, the Fae wondered how her mind had wandered to such thoughts. Sighing, a scent filled her nostrils, and a slight smirk crept onto her lips. She knew what it was, and it was the scent she had been looking for. It was a Valkyr scent, and obviously, the scent came from the Alphess herself. Trotting faster now, Taboo hurried and tried to catch up to her, and finally, she saw the sleek shape of another Female, and knew it was the Alphess.

But, there was another wolf with her, this one a male, and she decided to approach with caution, but not too much caution. That would appear her as weak, and she was definitely not weak. Small, maybe, but that didn’t mean weak, no way. As she approached, she pinned her ears against her head and made sure to look submissive, just not too submissive, but enough to let Pynthi know that Taboo knew that Pynthi was dominant and in-charge. Clearing her throat, she decided to talk first. Courage had some good impressions, correct? ”Hello, you must be Alphess of Valkyr, am I correct? Well, I am Taboo, and I have come to join this pack. I will do anything to prove that I am worth it. That might be going too far, but hey, I was just saying.” She spoke smoothly.

Would she be accepted? Was saying that too much? Would it appear needy, as if she was desperate for a pack? Well, she was anything but desperate. She didn’t need a pack, although she did want one, she didn’t need one. What would Pynthi think of her? Would she throw Taboo away as if she were a worthless piece of trash? Maybe she’d accept her, seeing the worth in her. Only the future held these answers, and by gosh, she hoped the future held good answers.
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Words: 456
Muse: Pretty Good!
Wolf: Taboo
Notes: I didn't exactly know how to post her approaching, so I went with what I thought was the best approach, hope its okay!

[[Copperyn]]

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[atrb=background,http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/4835/middlepiece.png] The lady's call rang from tree to tree, echoing out across the expanse of Valkyr's lands. Lexington tipped an ear forward and sighed, hauling himself up from his chosen resting place - a nest of ferns, tangled and laced with dead leaves, but still barely clinging to life in the sheltered windbreak where they grew. He tipped his muzzle upwards and emitted a cool tenor bark - a notification to miss Pynthi that he was on his way. He felt it necessary to RSVP - it would take him a while to arrive, and in the mean-time, he didn't want her ladyship thinking he was taking his sweet time. He hadn't been sleeping - merely laying, collecting his thoughts. He'd had trouble sleeping lately - not because of pains, but because of dreams. He could have eaten any one of ten herbs to provide himself with a full night's rest, but he had his reasons for not doing so. The first was that he wanted to be able to wake up if it was needed - injuries and sickness didn't keep to proper waking hours. There were other causes for interruption in the dead of night as well - this meeting was the case in point. Additionally, there was something about the dreams that he almost wanted to experience - the cruel licking of the fire, his family's screams - he knew it was his fault, knew there was nothing he could do. There was a sort of sick comfort to be derived from experiencing it over again, a strange catharsis in the revival of memories long buried. He felt more alive, these last few weeks since the dreams had started up. As he entered the hollow of tangled roots, the surveyed the area - to his surprise, it contained only Pynthi and two others. So, he had not been nearly so late as he thought. A wry grin slid across his face. Pynthi seemed to think him barely capable of walking, and here the tripod had beat a good portion of the pack to the meeting - if they ever bothered to arrive. It was as if he'd won a bet, or proved a point, but he kept the mirth to himself. "Greetings, lady." He dipped his head in Pynthi's direction, speaking as he approached. "I have little to report, or ask of you, save telling you that I've managed to lay aside a small store of herbs. It would be preferable if there were more; however, my arrival to this pack during winter prevented that. What I have will do." He spoke in a drawl, his vibrant eyes scanning over the other two attendees, a large male of mixed, brownish hues and a small female, her words just dying as she had begun. Something about being willing to 'do anything' to be in Valkyr. A dangerous offer, that one, knowing Pynthi. "Is there anything you require of me?"

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