He was precise when he made that call to the Lupa. Jesse was looking forward to this debut with Silent whom he was suppose to get acquainted with her at the Plantation as directed through the Ulfric himself. Reaching into his left side pocket, he took out the card and read over the directions to the house. It wasn't that hard to find so he'll locate the area on which the abode stood. Replacing the card where it belonged, he used what memory he had moving here. The street he walked on was exactly where he figured the place would be from the card's description. He soon reached the territory where he would find her, Silent.
His nose took in every scent, the Tundra brute deep in the half gypsy male was getting used of this terrain he has never been on before. Both he and the brown and white Tundra followed in stride like conjoined twins attached to the hip from birth. A scent of cider and burnt wood drifted in the air as he continued moving in the location of the estate where he would find the woman the Ulfric spoke of. There was a feminine fragrance, very strong and there was a hint that he wasn't very far knowing he was on the right track. Didn't need the stars to tell him that.
Brown oculars surveyed the land through peripheral vision as if projecting the image so that next time he knew where to go when he wanted to come back to this spot again. His skin was fair, a deep tan that his Romanian heritage strived for but there was also some American blood as it traveled in his arteries and veins. A mixed heritage wasn't the most uncommon, his lips curved in a fine line, his cheekbones was low with the rest of him a bit slim, but one can peek at some of the pectoral muscles under the shirt, his pants rode his strong legs through years of Karate classes that he took in his youth. He wasn't Rambo and he sure wasn't Rocky, just Jesse. "Hello? Silent?"Remembering her name he let that cool, Romanian accent drip from the contours of the boy's lips.
The plantation was located deep in the swamps..Protected by the heavy moss that hung on the great oaks that lined the old dirt road that lead to the great plantation house.\Like the Vineyard in Rome. Silent had a knack for finding a home for the pack both in size and privacy.
Its location away from the city was perfect for Silent. It gave her some serenity away from the noisey city. Lately Silent had been spending less time at the hookah and decay and more here at the plantation. Preparing it for the coming full moon. Making sure that everyone would be more comfortable. In all honesty had she still been normal she would of thought she was nesting. Silent had been painting Nyx's room...A surprise to the girl...A hope that she could convince her skoll to return home. When she smelt the unfimliar scent of the young wolf.
Setting down the paint brush and went to the small balcony that was between Sil's Master suit and both Nyx and Sirus's room. Looking down at the young wolf Sil would smile.."That would be me."
He heard a feminine voice that belonged to the person up in the balcony. Her scent drifted through his nasal cavities of his nostrils, a mixture of many fragrances that let him know a little detail of the woman who he was meeting up with. This is the one who he was to meet. Tilting his head back slightly, watching her on the balcony hinting from a description that it may well be Silent. She confirmed that she was the one. Jesse knew from the location this is the spot, thank goodness for living here for all those years or he might have well been lost.
He formally introduced himself, better to be on the safe side when on the pack grounds. "I'm Jesse. I was told to come see you about getting settled."He had spoke on the phone before coming here. Better than to not have come unannounced, naive wasn't in Jesse's definition of the person he was. It has been a long time last he's been a member of any pack since the St. Louis group which verged on gang activity that he pretty much frowned upon when he thought about such forming of a hierarchy. If he had stayed longer, his mind may have been corrupted. It took awhile to escape unscathe. Jesse waited, his cordial greeting was nothing but respect to the woman who he learned was the Lupa of this pack.
Sil smiled a moment. Ash had said that the house would fill soon enough..Those vibrant tri colored hues watched Jesse a moment.
"Well why ya standig there common in. Ill meet you down stairs"
Turning she would return to inside the house. Making her way downstairs she would wait at the bottom of the stairwell for jesse. The small swamp wolf bounding forward to brush up against his the deep swamp scent mixing with that of Ashes and Jesses.
" Welcome home. You have the choice eighter a room up her in the house or one of the ol slave quarters in the back."
Some people perfered their privacy...While others wanted to be right in with pack.
Jesse was never if at all, a shy person. That was often what people started to think when they first meet him. Cautious is more like his description after the way he was treated in his past life, it's no wonder he was continuing to keep an eye on anyone that came in his presence. As the woman left the balcony to approach him down below, did he meet her wolf in that metaphysical planar and his tundra met hers with a brush to the female's right cheek as the smell of swamp told his other half, that Silent spends a lot in those parts around here. The swamp was nice, but his preference was lakes and waterfall areas that was like listening to a sound tape.
It gave him meditation and made his mind open with no idle thoughts as that is what he was taught as a child from his father. As Silent greeted him, he brushed his cheek against hers physically, it felt more appropriate. He surveyed his surroundings, then when she welcomed him did his heart fill up with the thought of being at home here that allowed him to look forward to being able to fit in. Smiling softly, his brown hues looked at her as he thanked her. "Appreciate it, Silent." Then, she spoke of slave quarters. He wasn't too keen on housing himself in the back so the other option laid out there. "Any room in this house if that's okay." While he did prefer his privacy, he could do much right in the pack than being the guy in the background. If it was Jesse, he knew what he liked or didn't.
Sil's cheek would lean into the brush. Welcoming the greeting of the young wolf. What ever was up on her shields disappeared as she let that thick comforting swamp mist curl around him.Alex called Silent the pack momma. She wasnt far off. It was silent's calling to be a comforter. She truely would be the old lady who lived in a shoe..If she had it her way. Stepping back she would jester upstairs.
" The first three rooms at the top of the stairs are mine, nyx and Sirus's..But other then those and the room at the end of the west wing you have your pick hun."
Silent would smile some. There were few who actually lived here. All stayed here during the full moon. So many of the packs scents lingered some stronger then others.The stronger were those of Alex, Ash, Llydia and Thaddus...Though Silent hadnt really seen him since the night when Ash reclaimed the throne that in Silent's mind..Always belonged to him. She merely played the good queen and kept it warm while he decided.
He instantly liked Silent after being around here for a few moments, the comfort she gave him was welcomed. He smelt Ash's scent, the rest of the pack that lived here or come through the threshold other than himself wasn't applied to his beast's information. The Ulfric's fragrance was like ammonia, except he wasn't surprised at the smell that wafted into the air as he past further inside the home. Living in gangs all his life, the streets in St. Louis was his home, but the abode as he was accepted, noted how many years have passed when he slept in a bed and not in the slums.
Jesse took the information the Lupa spoken to him about what rooms were occupied and which was still vacant. "Thanks." He half looked at her with a pleasant smile and walked on the second landing hoping to see what room applied to the toughen personality that he adopted during his childhood. Silent says, the first three rooms belonged to the three wolves she spoke to him about. This room, the end of the west wing that was looking to be taken was examined, finally he made his decision thinking this will be his. It had taken him a long while till he knew what he viewed as homey. "I've chosen Silent. The room at the end of the west wing? I looked at it. That's what I pick." Happy to have found what called his name. Jesse knew that his quarters will be a fit, none of the others had any feel to it than the room he claimed as his own.
" No No. " Silent would laugh some. "I ment to say thats Danny boys room...Hes quite the recluse and I put him there cause of the nonstop fighting with another wolf of Ash's." Sil would be a liar if she said she didnt miss those days.
"But the one beside it is open. So tell me more about you"
Sil was a space cadet at her best of times. Ninety percent of the time it was all show. When the arrival of the pair of wolves came running in Silent would laugh as they made a b line for the young werewolf. Funny how no matter what happened over the years Sati especially and of course lafayette had been her constant companions.
Embarrassed much? It was what he was feeling soon as she described an occupant named Danny, the dude who fought against some wolf of the Ulfric was detailed. He grimaced at the idea of being in the room now that she told him! How was he to know? Ah well. Shrugging his broad shoulders a bit, hiding the fact he was a tiny shrew hiding in his hole quickly. The voice of innocence came wistfully. "Oh! I suppose, the one next to it is fine." He held a mysterious aura, his personality was more of a switch board depending on the situation on a certain day and time. Brown oculars looked at Silent, he smiled not hiding very much. What was there to fear? If she wanted to know, there wasn't anything he held back.
Honesty was a powerful attribute that was with him when he was coming up as a small child in St. Louis. "Well, I was born in St. Louis, Missouri." He started small, leaving not much in his story. "Growing up, I developed a talent for the stars. It fascinated me ever since I took Science learning about Galileo and other famous Astrologers." He spoke of his occupation, Astrology is a gift actually, not everybody has that talent and such skill enables him to read the stars. Most will laugh and say, that whole mess was gibberish and a bunch of crap. Be surprised how crappiness may turn out to be very true. Jesse rarely spoke except for those he trust, his karate teaching classes he taught to his students, and it was his way of surviving. Caution was a key factor in his life. Silent, he felt, she was someone he wouldn't mind warming up to.
There was that motherly sensation around her when his presence was within her range. The young wolf was deep in his serenity, a place filled with a luscious waterfall, a bit of snow covering the ground, and forest surrounding him that was his sanctuary until the time to be released from his safe haven. His tundra watched the she-wolf, he was behaving himself, the brine of the waters rustling his white-brownish fur. Jesse didn't mind if she thought of what he does was ridiculus, many usually did. He finished with a bit of history focused around his parents, ancestry, and the first pack that was the Death Bringers. A St. Louis, pack who kept up with their activities. "My mother came from Romania, she met my father in St. Louis when they were younger. She was a Gypsy, traveling by wagon she did." He understand that part of his blood was gypsy, they weren't always respected by people and their kind was unwelcomed by some.
During the summer, he spent most of his life learning a lot about his Romanian family line because his mother wanted him to know who and where he was from during his youth. His Romanian accent was picked up based on the time he lived there. When school rolled back, he returned to St. Louis. A scent he did not recognize came from the spot in which, her furry friends rushed in, he boomed with a small laugh petting Sati and Lafayette, the ears especially was scratched. "Where did you guys come from huh?" Looking up, he inqueried about them. "These your friends I take it?" Pet was too much of a strong word. He calls every animal friends, they never were pets in his eyes.
-- Edited by JESSE DAWNSHIRE on Sunday 18th of September 2011 12:08:14 AM
