Dreams Made Real (Pacali Founding)

Those silver eyes drifted over each of the five who had followed of their own free will, misfits, outcasts each of them for one reason or another they chose to stand with Vashti and himself. His gaze first settled on the snow and pink male whose words were locked within him. He had enjoyed the brutes silent presence, was aware he fascinated his sister to a degree. What secrets were confined inside the creatures silent form, Vashti may have an idea on how to help unlock the creatures voice, metaphorically. After all she was the only one who truly understood his unusual manner of speech. It was the look in Iason's eyes that spoke the loudest at that moment. Bold and proud, he stood ready to walk this path they had all chosen wherever it may lead.

Then his gaze shifted to the cream and earth female. While her crippled limbs looked to make her useless her sheer determination and easy kind hearted ways were more then enough to make up for what her physical disabilities took away from her. Evangeline had a backbone, and that was more then enough for Dar. Her words confirmed her stance, and her willingness to help others only showed the depths of her heart. He was glad she had chosen to stay.

Then came his brother, he still wasn't certain about the brute but he accepted him willingly enough, even as he snapped like a grouch at Evangeline's kindness. He was bitter but Vidarii knew he had no other place to go, no other pack would give him a respectable place within their ranks. And a life of an omega was not something his brother deserved, not when he'd done nothing to earn such. What did help settle the earth and shadowed brutes heart was the knowledge that once he committed himself to something he would never back down, never give up. So absolute was his resolve. He would protect everyone here with everything he had, to the very last breath, the resolve was apparent in eyes as silver as his own.

Next those sparkling grey orbs drifted to the grey female. Maikoa, she was a puzzle, a mystery. He had expected her to long since vanish from this gathering, he was well aware of her instantaneous dislike for him. It was a source of amusement for the brute. His sister was full of riddles, so it was natural he would be fascinated with a puzzle. How long would she stick around, what truly danced through that brain of hers? When her head dipped in a submissive manner his jaw clenched faintly to prevent the chuckle that threatened to escape. He doubted that one would be submissive to anyone, her demeanor prior to this moment had told him so. But that was good, he didn't want blind followers, because such did not make for a solid pack meant to grow.

Finally his gaze shifted to the mirrored form of his sister. Lips quirk into a smirk as her gaze was turned upward then back to travel over their pack. Finally they would all have a home, a place meant just for them, safety, food, companionship that they may thrive. With that thought he would give a shallow nod to Vashti, together their voices would claim this land, their pack mates voices would strengthen that claim.

With a deeply drawn breath his muzzle lifted to the skies. That deep rough voice of his rose with power, allowing its eerie haunting sound to echo throughout the canyon, the red stones enhancing and carrying the howl to every part of this land, singing out with pride and determination. This land was theirs, this land was Pacali's.

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Vashti , @iason , @vasyl , @evangeline , @maikoa