You're brought into Toronto, Canada, either ordered by the Council to join the Pack or Clan that resides there for the impending war, to strengthen their numbers, and provide a hand within the war, or you've moved here simply to find a fresher start to life. Will you stand on the sidelines in the Neutral Territories? Or will you decide to take part and choose a side? Your destiny awaits you, make sure to head over to our homesite (link found in the Navigation Section) to begin your journey!
Genesis entered the kitchen silently, moving through the air like a fish slipping through water, fluid and smoothly. She exhaled slowly through her slim, upturned nostrils as her turquoise eyes scoped around the room, looking at everyone. Dinner seemed to be cooking well, and a little smile brightened Genesis' face as she smelt the delicious food, still in the process of being prepared. Folding her hands together, interlacing her fingers, she stood by the wall watching as the commotion happened. One of the much younger Lycans, (Pheonix, was it?) seemed to be a bit high-strung, if that was the way to put it. Nervous. She observed as Genevieve, the gorgeous redhead, entered. The attention of Chris, the beta, seemed to shift from negatively directed towards Pheonix and he addressed Genevieve in a friendly manner. Genesis, as she had not witnessed most encounters between anyone here, wondered what had happened. However, Genesis did hope they would all get along in the end.
Leaning herself gently against a wall, Genesis crossed her arms and placed each hand upon the opposite bicep, as if she was cold. She wasn't, rather this was just the casual pose she was taking. She bit her lip slightly, a habit she often executed when observing something. As of right now, Genesis was observing the people in this particular area. Deciding it was perhaps impolite to look over everyone, she instead reached a hand up to the neat bun that her hair was in and gripped her hair elastic between her fingers. Pulling it away, her blonde waves cascaded like a waterfall down her head, neck, shoulders, and down to her back. Rolling it over her fingers and palm, she placed it around her wrist and brought her hair to her front side so her hair wouldn't get caught as she leaned back against the wall. Her stomach grumbled, though it did not make any sound Genesis could feel the rumbling, and placed a hand upon it, stilling the little earthquake. To herself, she tried to remember when she last ate. Shockingly, it was yesterday. Genesis always tried to take care of herself, making sure she ate at least three healthy meals a day, though there were her cheat days. Suddenly, she felt a lot hungrier and hoped for the others to hurry.
After wandering the halls for a bit and poking her head inside of the rooms, Genesis had found one. Not large, but not small. It was right next to the outside of the house, on the opposite side of the house from the main entrance doors. On one wall, there were two glass french doors leading to the gardens, a small porch out front where she could perhaps keep her plants that needed more sun. A shelf wrapped around the entire room at about four feet tall, perfect for putting all of her ingredients and such on. A small sigh escaped her narrow, full pink lips as she set the suitcase down. This only had her basics, a couple of outfits (she would need to go shopping) and a ton of journals. As she unzipped the rather heavy pack, she thought of whom she had met so far. She had only really spoken formally to two people, Acacia and Rux, both of whom were very nice and Genesis respected.
Grabbing six journals at first, Genesis placed them on the shelf, stacking them on top of each other so that they were not to tilt and fall. Genesis proceeded grabbing the rest of the journals in stacks and placing them upon the shelves as she had before. Grabbing the last things in her suitcases, the two outfits that she had, both simple, plain T-Shirts with very similar pairs of dark denim jeans, she placed those next to the journals. With a small sigh, she zipped up her suitcase and placed it next to where her bed would be. She had a rented moving trailer out front, which had her bed and couch and other decorations, as well as, most importantly, all of her plants and ingredients and such. She would get that soon enough. The scent of food was wafting to her nostrils and urged her downstairs, she had not eaten in a while.
Genesis stepped into the lounge, her black wedges making small click noises as she put one foot in front of the other. The lounge had tall ceilings that rose far above Genesis, though the room itself was not spectacularly large. It was comfy looking, lots of woodsy furniture and comfy looking seating. A nice-sized couch, loveseat, and a couple of plush chairs awaited someone to rest upon them. There was an alcoholic bar close to the kitchen, which Genesis would be politely avoiding. Christian, the seemingly flirty beta, appeared to be speaking with a few of the girls about dinner and whipping up some alcoholic beverages. At the thought of food, Genesis' stomach rumbled lowly, only loud enough for the Alphess and Rux in front of her to barely hear. Delicately, she placed a hand upon her lower abdomen and willed it to stop, eager for the moment when she would eat dinner. Rux stayed close behind Acacia, following her to a wall where he stood by. Genesis glanced around. Her eyes drifted to the loveseat, furthest away from the main commotion of people meeting and greeting each other. Lowering her hand from her abdomen to the handle of her suitcase, she walked over. Conservatively, she perched herself lightly on the edge of the white, sink-y softness. Her suitcase rolled close to her calf before she clicked the button and pushed the handle down.
Quietly, though not in an excluded or anti-social manner, Genesis observed the talk while keeping to herself. She would rather evaluate people's personalities and such before confronting them or making friends and companions. She was liking some of the people here, but she was not familiar nor quite comfortable with them yet. So, she sat there with a small, light-hearted smile and friendly aura. A girl she believed was named Rayne, a possible future salutary, left to go claim a room. Genesis knew she should do the same, and stood slowly. Gathering her suitcase handle in her hand again, she excused herself.
"I shall do the same. Give me a holler when dinner is ready," and with one last smile, she rolled her suitcase off to the hall to look for and claim a room. Also to unpack, ,so she would no longer have to carry around this suitcase, not that is bothered her necessarily, she would just rather have her hands free.
Genesis listened in, standing quietly as Rux and Acacia exchanged few Russian words. She gave a small smile and listened to the sounds of the birds in the trees and the breeze gently scraping leaf against branch and branch against fellow branch. She tuned back in when she heard the sound of more familiar words, English words that she could understand.
"Please do join me and the others, in the living area," Acacia's almost familiar voice floated to Genesis' ears. With a small pause hardly noticeable by anyone, Genesis took a moment to imagine the inside of the house. Comfy, earthy, homely, and all the same strange and unfamiliar. Genesis did not know this town nor this forest nor these wolves really, so as a result she did not know what to expect. She would just have to go and see, and soon enough, before she knew it, this place would be home and she would be familiar with everything. If anything, the strangeness and unfamiliar feeling of this place invited Genesis. She loved exploring and a new fresh environment, and though she did love the comforts of home, this was the closest thing she had to home. No, it was home.
Coming back to reality after those quick thoughts, maybe two seconds, Genesis smiled and nodded. Her head turned in it's usual polite, sharp, small manner to face Rux slightly. He spoke more words in his Russian tongue, before grinning at Genesis a bit and translating.
"I am Rux," the man spoke, making Genesis chuckle. She had only ever known one language: English. Two, if you count ASL. Traveling had always been difficult, in a funny kind of way. Seeing pale-haired, neat, polite Genesis attempt to talk in her short, clipped English to someone who knew no English was quite the funny thing. She could gesture and repeat all she wanted but it was hard to get them to understand what she was saying.
"Nice to meet you, Rux," Genesis smiled back at him, and followed him and the Alphess into the pack house.
Genesis watched as all the new wolves flooded into the area. One on a motorbike, one from the trees, another male. So many different, unique characters. It was almost a little peculiar how many Lycans at once had been called to the same Pack at the same time. All the conversations going on were a bit confusing, but Genesis merely politely smiled and waited until everyone was done speaking to say her piece. A young girl had come forth, spoken with a sharp tongue and then asked for hunting privileges, which Acacia had firmly denied. At least, for now. An attractive man was the (hopefully last for a while) person to approach. This man had a rough look to him. Many tattoos, hands visibly rough, a head full of hair and a face full of it as well, and a generally well-muscled body gave him a slightly rustic, mountainous look. He said something in a foreign tongue that Genesis seemed to recognize as Russian. However, she did not know the meaning of the phrase he had spoken. Thankfully, he translated to English.
"Good afternoon… ma'am," he spoke, his voice a low rumble from deep in his throat. He stopped a few yards from the porch, hesitating to approach any further.
Genesis, assuming he was not addressing her but rather the Alphess, gave him a little nod and another polite smile. He seemed nice. Comfy, if that was a way to describe a person. Hoping this was not rude, Genesis decided to introduce herself to both Acacia and this man at the same time. The alphess had asked Genesis of her name and she did not want to keep her waiting. Since most of the crowd had gone inside, now seemed an appropriate time to introduce herself. Might as well let this new young man get acquainted with Genesis right now as well.
"I am sorry for pausing, I did not wish to interrupt anyone's introduction to you," Genesis said, mainly towards Acacia. "My name is Genesis." The last sentence was directed towards both of them.
Genesis' bedroom is actually quite roomy, however when one steps in it does not seem so. The walls and furniture have foliage growing all around; hanging off of shelves, crawling down the walls and ceilings, winding up and away from their pots, some plants reaching so tall that they brush the roof of her room. With so many plants, blooming with flowers and fruits and nuts of quite a variety, you would think her room is more forest than bedroom. A shelf about four feet tall wraps around her entire room. Bottles and jars and boxes of all kinds of unknown substances are placed on these shelves. Gems, quartz, liquids, flowers, fruits, nuts, bugs, and even animal parts such as bones and teeth and furs are in these containers. These shelves are also full of books on herbology, medicine, healing and poison properties. Her and her father's field journals sit on the part closest to the window. The only actual furniture she has is a simple queen bed, a couch, and a rug if you consider that furniture. The bed is covered in a soft white duvet with many fluffy, white pillows. A single, cream throw is placed upon the foot end of it. An old, but incredibly comfy brown couch sits at the side under the window. The white paint is chipping off of its' white legs, revealing a deep brown color. Gorgeous, gold pillows sit upon the couch accompanied by a bright, soft, fuzzy red blanket. Her room is normally clean, however, this photo was taken while she was moving in and it was rather cluttered. Leading to the outside from her bedroom is a set of two French doors, all glass, with silver handles. They open up right to the dirt of the outside, a convenient outing.
Genesis rolled her small, rolling suitcase along. Black, compact, and light, it had all she needed in it, hopefully she would have someplace to put her belongings. That is, if she was allowed to stay here. Her black wedges crunched against the grass and dirt, taking her farther with each step. She wore a white, wrap-like pencil skirt that ended about mid-thigh, with a black, flowing blouse upon her torso. Her waist-length, ashy-platinum hair was pulled up into a ballerina bun. Just a few hours ago, Genesis had been in a city a little ways away from this Toronto town when a Council of sorts had beckoned to her. To put it simply, they were interested in her joining 'The Pack.' Only telling her the location and the name of the person she would want to speak to, Alphess Acacia, they then left. Genesis, feeling as though this were important and not having anything else in particular to do, packed all her journals and two outfits in her suitcase and left. Now that she was here, all that Genesis could think of was how curious she was. She had never been in a pack before; heck, she hadn't even seen another Lycan in years. However, that was already starting to change. As each step took her closer to the house, the scents of Lycans came clearly into Genesis' nostrils, clinging to the sides and getting stronger with every inhale. Genesis would not lie, she was happy she would be with her own. This forest was so alive and so teeming, bursting with all kinds of scents and sounds and sights. Along the way, Genesis looked at every plant, every shrub and bush and tree, and identified it and its properties. It was a game she played, keeping knowledge fresh in her mind and passing time faster. As the house came into view amongst the trees, Genesis looked away from the plants and towards the house itself, her blue eyes taking in every detail. Out front was a porch, where the three Lycans she had previously scented were placed. A male, and two females, one of whom seemed more in-charge. She assumed that was the alphess. A bit of adrenaline and happiness surged through her veins at the presence of fellow Lycans. Rolling her suitcase to a stop, she kept one hand on the handle and another at her side. She looked towards the platinum-haired lady who Genesis assumed was the alphess. "Hello, am I correct to assume that you are the Alphess Acacia?" Genesis asked politely, bowing her head slightly like she usually did to important people. "I hope I am not intruding," Genesis said, unsure of whether or not these three had been mid-conversation.
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