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(This post was last modified: 06-04-2013, 08:02 AM by Sverige.)

OOC: I taaaag. . . Wick, Villan, Keita, and Amethyst. This thread is only for the the members of the very soon-to-be pack.

BIC:
After Chanjask and Keita had brought Wick to the strange place that they had decided to call their home, Chanjask signaled for the small group to gather round in the large room at the end of the tunnel. It had since been cleaned of all the strange golden things; they were now all outside the tunnel in three half-circles around the entrance, just as Chanjask had planned.

Chanjask stood in the center of the room, near the golden throne. He disliked the structure, but it seemed that it was unable to be moved.

<b>"Though we are few, I believe that we have the potential to be a force to be reckoned with,"</b> he began, his eyes slowly moving over his companions, <b>"The land we own is small, and requires little patrolling or watching over. This tunnel will serve as a safe place to rest and collect food. It is also between the forest and the rest of the city, giving us an ample area to explore in a safer manner."</b>

He paused, drawing in a tired breath. Chanjask's eyes never left his comrades, <b>"Soon, I would like us to begin training with one another. Only when we train our bodies to become strong can we become a strong presence here in Sverige. But before anything else, this group needs a name. Does anyone have any suggestions?"</b>

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Wick trotted after Chanjask and Keita, still mulling over his decision to join them. He took note of the way they had taken, making a mental map of the city and tucking it away for future use. Always a good thing to know where you're going if you have to make a quick escape. Not that he needed to escape.

He stepped gingerly over the rows of golden treasure as they entered the cavern, pausing to get a closer look. The thief in him was itching to snatch the trinkets and run, but he knew better than that. Don't piss off your friends before you've even made them.

"You live here?" Wick said to no one in particular, taking in the sights in the tunnel warily. Deep in the throne room, so far underground, he began to get antsy. Frankly, enclosed spaces made him a bit anxious. Not enough room to run. But he did his best to pay attention as Chanjask preached again about the safety and security of this place, about how they weren't to be just a group but a force to be reckoned with. What sort of reckoning they would do, Wick couldn't quite imagine. Nor could he imagine the kindhearted Keita or the somber Chanjask as intimidating, per se. Perhaps the others were tougher? He'd have to wait and see.

A name, huh? The Cave Dwellers? The Tunnel Troop? The Gold Clan? Wick stopped before he thought up another awful name, and bit his tongue to prevent the foolish mockery from escaping his lips and getting into trouble. Making friends, not enemies, remember? Though he was growing curious as to what would happen if he tested Chanjask's patience. What would the so-called leader do if he made him mad? Could Chanjask even be mad?

Now Wicker, play nice. At least for now. So he watched and waited for something to begin.

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As Chanjask and Keita returned from their trip Villan had only been back himself for about an hour from his encounter with the confusing female Phoenix. Together they had trained their control over the element of fire and they had made a few very interesting experiences during those experiments. Somehow his thoughts always had wandered back to her since then, while he had waited for his companions to return, so he was glad to finally hear them coming through the tunnel then. Surely they would be able to distract him. He awaited them in the main den, where they had found all the golden things for the alarm at the entrance, and was surprised as a foreign wolf was accompanying them. He seemed to be quite young and had interesting turqouise markings along his neck and at his tail. <FONT COLOR="#FFFF00">"Welcome back! Is that a new face I see there? It's nice to meet you, my name is Villan."</FONT>

After all of them had gathered in the center of their territory Villan listened carefully to Chanjask's words. He was glad to see the green male already had devised plans for the further development of the group, because there was still a lot to do to create a certain order and to make this a real pack. Ranks, tasks and many more things needed to be clarified, and of course they would have to think of a name for this bunch of individuals. A slight grin appeared on his face. Everything needed a name. That had been one of his favourite mottos during the last two years and he never became tired of repeating it. It was the name of things that stayed in mind and made it possible to talk about them, and it was the name of things that was able to survive many generations of wolves without getting old.

Without even thinking about it he spoke to the others. <FONT COLOR="#FFFF00">"I'd call it Orior. My father used to say that word whenever something was arising out of nowhere. Like the sun. Or a river. Or a pack."</FONT> He smiled at the thought of his old man and continued to talk. <FONT COLOR="#FFFF00">"But maybe I like that just out of nostalgia, so please feel free to ignore me."</FONT> For a moment he wondered why he remembered this of all the weird words his father had taught him once, but the answer was easier than he had expected. They were about to create a pack out of nowhere, so of course this conclusion was the first he had in mind. Eagerly he took a look around and waited for the other members of the group to make their own suggestions or to speak their mind about his spontaneous idea.


<FONT COLOR="#FFFF00">Villan speaking</FONT> // <FONT COLOR="#F3F781"><i>Villan thinking</i></FONT>

ooc:// Just throwing something in there

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At the impromptu meeting, Keita wound up standing just off to the side of the throne and the Azahi. Her feline friend had decided to stay outside for now, lounging in front of the entrance, and she figured that perhaps that was ok, at least for now. She smiled at the others that came to join them, pleased that they had been able to gather wolves that might stick by their side. Together, they were much safer than alone. However, she was patient, waiting for the others to speak before she did. After all, she likely had given plenty of input overall, so she wanted to see what the others had to say.

She did nod to Wick though, when he asked if they truly did live here. <b>"It is well-guarded, and safe."</b> Even though Keita herself yearned for trees, even she had to admit that this was far safer here than it was anywhere else. Listening to Villan speak up, she grinned, nodding to him. If that really meant what he said it did, that might not be a bad idea for a name. <b>"That might not be a bad idea. It's short and easy to remember as well."</b>
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Amethyst was liking the territory she had helped Chanjask mark out. It wasn't the most preyrich, perhaps, but it was a nice place and there was shelter. There were places nearby to search out more food if need be. She dipped her head in greeting to Wick, another new face. She would have to get to know each of these wolves soon. Her ears pricked at the mention of practicing. She knew that she had some sort of power in her, could feel it, but so far she had not done much with it. Practice sounded like a good idea. Then came the problem of a pack name.

"I like Orior, as well." She spoke, smiling at Villan and Keita. She was glad they were agreeing on things, although she sort of wished she had come up with a good name. Ah, well.

(This post was last modified: 06-02-2013, 08:44 AM by Chanjask xen Niyali.)

<b>"Orior it is then,"</b> Chanjask said with a small smile and a nod to Villan.

He took a deep breath, glad to have gotten that out of the way, and drew himself up to his full height.

<b>"I don't know the last time any of you have eaten, but I imagine that the time for finding food is drawing near. In the morning, I would like for us to go hunting,"</b> Chanjask was just as interested in filling his belly as he was in seeing what his new companions could do. They would function best if everyone knew what they were good at, and if they were put in a position in which they could exercise their skills.

<b>"In the mean time, I think a good night's sleep is in order. I'll keep watch."</b>

OOC: Short thread, but it got the job done. I'll start the hunting thread in the morning, it's late and I'm tiiired.

Hunting trip link: http://sverige.icyboards.net/showthread....713#pid713

<b>ooc:</b> <i>Short post to finish up her actions in the thread ^^</i>

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Her tail wagged, and she smiled at Villan, pleased that his name had been received well. He seemed like a smart wolf, and a good addition to their little pack, also being strong as well. She moved nearer to Chanjask and gave him an affectionate head rub to his shoulder, nodding to him. It was her way of making known her agreement. <b>"Orior, we shall be called. It will be a strong name that others will come to recognize."</b> Finding that this meeting was due to be over, she moved to one side of the large area and found herself a comfortable place to rest in, the soft fabric that she'd been carrying around put down as something to lie upon.
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