A Call to the New Age

[Siren]

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"Ad haec genua te cadent." The sound of a seemingly large masculine character's words suddenly broke the typical sound of water collapsing onto the sands. Behind the voice, a lean figure stood, it's dull and near-lifeless eyes seemingly focused on a small wisp of silver plasma slowly forming beneath it's paws. "Forma." It suddenly whispered, quietly, therefore causing the unusual bout of energy to burst outward, crashing into the oceans that lay before him. A slight smirk made it's way onto his lips. "Good. About time I got that spell right." Siren, as the character was named, said with an unenthusiastic grumble. "Let's just hope it doesn't cause all of the damn fish to litter the beaches again." His paws suddenly lifted, as if it had a mind of it's own, only to befall under Siren's gaze. "No burns, either."

Turning back to face where he had originally walked from, his long, unusually marked ears twitched towards the said location. 'I wonder if anyone's awake.' The mutt thought to himself, as his idea seemed reasonable deeming that the sun was steadily resting itself on the violet horizon. Releasing a gust of air from his throat, he watched as the wisp of exhalation vanished into the silent atmosphere. "Cold out here, God Damn. Even with this amount of fur I have now." He chuckled to himself silently, still keeping his gaze centered along the denning of which his pack slept, searching for any sign of any of his pack-mates stirring.

{Really short but my mind went blank at the end lol.}

[Genesis]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/0F1xP.png] Morning arrived with the familiar, albeit unpleasant, scent of saline, sand, and post-winter cold. The few that had been given sanctuary among the denizens of the coastal pack had deigned to share a single space, something that was much appreciated by the sanguine female who snuggled her nose deeper into the scruff of another of her new comrades, fighting the stir of consciousness in a last ditch effort to remain blissfully unaware of the outside. It couldn’t be more than a few hours past dawn and she had no desire to greet the rising sun and frigid spring air if she could avoid it. Somewhere to her left a gargling snore spiked loudly and someone’s boney heel smacked her ribs, earning a sharp harrumph from the huntress who reluctantly blinked awake. The communal den was as spacious as one might imagine, it’s remote location saved from the pressuring elements such as wind and rain which made it ideal for its weary-eyed occupants. ‘It’d be better if my alarm wasn’t so painful.’ She groused internally, wincing ever so slightly from the soreness of her side as she extricated herself from the cozy pile of bodies. Though, not before giving the one who kicked her a quick nip in the rear for having woken her so rudely. It was petty sure but she didn’t have the presence of mind enough to care. It took a few moments of careful stretching and a few self-conscious passes of her tongue over her sleep-disheveled fur, before Genesis was at the entrance. The differences between the land of her birth and where she presently resided never failed to dampen her spirits. She hadn’t realized how much she would come to miss the forested territory where she had been born, the sense of belonging that could only be achieved by being surrounded by relatives and friends. Casus Vita was nice, but it hadn’t become a home for her as quickly as Genesis would have liked. Her feelings of alienation aside, the striped lass cast a cursory look around the immediate area, eyes fastening on the approaching canine with an unreadable look. Siren, he was a character – and that was saying the very least and being polite. She hadn’t witnessed anything out of the ordinary about her new leader but instinct determined that there was something slightly off about this male. Gods forbid she knew what though. Offering up what she hoped was a welcoming smile to the Alpha; Genesis gave a few lazy waves of her long-furred tail. “A little early to be surveying the territory isn’t it?” query broken into bits and syllables stretched as she was overtaken by a yawn.