Smile! [joining]

[( whisper )]

Holiday pranced happily, tail wagging, ears flopping, fur defying gravity with each bounce. She was so excited, joining the Celes. She could be happy with any pack, honestly, but the Celes seemed right for her. The underground tunnels had been hard to find at first, but when Holly had given her nose control, it was easy to track the strong scent of dog, each smelling the same. What to do now, though? Let someone know she was there... But Holiday didn;t just want to randomly howl, ya know? That'd be weird...

Too bad. Her howl reflected her joy and uncontrollable satisfaction at everything, and in her excitement it grew ten times worse... or better, if you thought about it right. She couldn't stop her rear from shaking, her tail becoming a rudder with each wag. She sat, the cold floor of the tunnels chilling her rump, calming her a bit. Hopefully someone would come soon, as Holiday had the unfortunity "gift" of a short attention span. She could feel herself loosing interest in waiting. "Hello? Anybody home? Well, of course you are, I mean, you're smarter than leaving the pack unguarded," she rambled, amusing herself more than anyone watching. "That'd be dumb. But- wait, tho am I talking to?" The red femme realized it was herself she was adressing, and fell silent.

The thump of her wagging tail, beating against the cement floors, echoed through the tunnel.

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tag openish. joining
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notes my first holiday post! yays![/size]

[::Fox::]

Sleep was a natural enemy for some dogs. A lot of daemons struggled with insomnia, nightmares or just the disturbance of their powers. It made sense that the Celes daemon alpha was no different. Having freshly taken to his post, Storm struggled with the stresses of maintaining the pack, assuring them he would be able to lead them and trying to balance between war and peace. Some dogs wanted revenge for Romeo's death, others wanted peace and still others wanted to completely withdraw from having anything to do with the other packs in Harthorn. Overall though, for now at least, grief reigned supreme in the Underground. It was like a fire blanket, heavy and smothering, refusing to be burned away by even the brightest of laughs. Being a dog that saw auras, Storm felt disturbed by the heavy weight of sorrow in the tunnels. That was why, on this particular night at least, Storm was wandering instead of sleeping like he should be. He never had been one for sleep anyway. Dreamwalking tended to take away all the fun in dreaming and sleeping anyway. It was a curse Storm had thought he knew how to deal with. Recently he'd been proven quite wrong. His ability to fall into the dreams of others was getting the best of him, robbing him of much needed rest. The sad dreams were the worst. The ones about the last time the dreamer had seen Romeo alive or talked to Mercy about a patrol, dreams about how the Celes used to be before Romeo and Mercy got together, wistful dreams of when the alpha pair had just had their pups.

Moving with heavy paws, Storm's grey and white husky form padded along the abandoned subway tracks. He knew the tunnels well despite having never seen them. His ears were alert to all noises, strides measured and counted without a second thought. Why? Well, to figure that one out, newcomers simply had to look at Storm's eyes. Storm's body was normal, that of a healthy slightly tall Siberian husky. What told his story was his eyes. At one time they had been the typical ice blue, a pride and joy with his breed. Now they were a shade similar to quicksilver or mercury, pearly silver without a defined pupil. Yes, Storm was blind but, to see him navigate the tunnels, no one would believe it. He moved with confidence, head up instead of ducked as though in shame. Storm had explored the tunnels enough to know every turn, every echo, every rat. The scents of his packmates guided him along the easiest paths while his ears led him much like a bat's ears, using echoes to find places or find where someone was.

Coming to a halt near the entrance platform where humans used to wait for trains, Storm's ears perked. Someone was talking on the platform, their voice echoing into the tunnel. It wasn't a voice Storm recognized which instantly made the husky stiffen. Most of the pack was resting, a few hunters out for the morning meal but other than that he had trusted there would be other insomniacs like himself up and about. Apparently if there were, they were all deep in the tunnels trying to sleep or think.

Raising his head like an alpha should hold it, Storm moved forward out of the tunnel. In a single bound he leaped up onto the platform, his claws clicking on the concrete. His tail curled over his back in typical husky fashion, head swinging toward the source of the voice. Sure enough, an aura flared into Storm's view. It was shaped like a dog, shaded with bright colors and rippling in a fashion the husky could only describe as "bubbly." Storm blinked once or twice as his eyes became accustomed to the brighter aura. After so many days of mournful, subdued auras, this one was like a breath of fresh air and a potential headache all wrapped up into one. Unsure of if it was a blessing or curse, Storm sat back on his haunches, ears and blind eyes directed to the aura.

"Can I help you?" he asked simply. Storm didn't bother with aggression, strength or sternness, now wasn't the time for that anyway. He doubted the dog would be a big threat plus, contrary to popular belief, Storm had a loud bark. If the dog attacked him, one bark from him would echo down the tunnels until it found someone's ears and alerted the whole pack.

[( whisper )]

Holiday's wait was a short one. By the time she had lost interest in her tail, and sat down, she could smell the scent of an appraoching dog. The newcomer held himself with an authoritative stance, and Holiday knew he was someone high in the rankings. Then he got closer. The femme was mesmerized by his silver eyes, no pupil, blinded by the humans' toys. They were so fluid...

"Hmm?" she murmured at his question, lost by the sight of his strange eyes. "Oh!" she gasped as his words registered, embarrassed. Of course, he probably knew what had taken her so long, but Holiday put it out of sight, out of mind. "Well, I'm Holiday, and I'd like to join this pack..."

Her words were normal, nothing inflected in her voice, and she turned her attention once again to his eyes.

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