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- Ehno Marino - 07-02-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... rnotxt.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> [/html]
This is set in north Halifax, a few miles away from the eastern-most tip of Dhalian territory. 400+ Ehno had spent the past few days wandering through the city once again. The uncommon and unknown sights did well to calm that restlessness that had been building within his chest these last few weeks. Everyone had their drug of choice; his was adventure. Exploring any territory, whether man-made or natural, left him with a wonderful feeling and a head full of new thoughts. It helped center him, let him remember his place in the world. This particular journey was exactly what he needed; his thoughts no longer centered on his missing sister, or the fight he had gotten himself into nearly two weeks ago. The adventure had already lasted a few days, leading him to parts of the city he had never been to before. After spending a couple days in the eastern portions of the city, he made his way to the northern outskirts of the city of Halifax. He had ended up in an area where the buildings were much smaller than those in the heart of the city, simply a cluster of smaller houses and an apartment complex or two. He had arrived there late the previous night with the rain pouring relentlessly from the heavens. The chocolate hued male made his way into one of the abandoned structures seeking shelter from the storm. He chose to rest there for the night, deciding that he would take one last look around the area in the morning before setting off for home. The Chief Sergeant laid himself down on an old couch in the main room of the house, setting his travel bag on the floor next to him before drifting to sleep with the lullaby of rainfall. It was silent when he awoke the next morning, but the dim light pouring in through the window told him it was still cloudy out. The big grey giants in the sky rumbled ominously in the distance, warning of a storm a few miles east that would be making its way there sooner or later. Ehno sighed, but remained sprawled on the couch in the ramshackle house. He knew it would be wise to head back home soon and get a head start from the storm. He didn’t move though, intent on relaxing for a few moments more. As it was, he would end up getting wet anyway; the weather in these parts didn’t seem to understand the concept of sunshine. The Marino closed his eyes, an amused smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. - Henratha Gyrkin - 07-06-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ehno Marino - 07-08-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... rnotxt.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> [/html]
It's no problem at all. :] 400+ The Crimson Dreams wolf let his thoughts wander along as he lay there, focusing mostly on his discoveries from the past few days. There always seemed to be something new and interesting to find within this human city. Yet his reverie could not last forever, and it was disrupted as the morning’s silence was shattered. It was a series of quick, sharp tapping noises emerging from somewhere outside. Ehno sat up slowly, glancing out over the back of the old couch to look out the window. There was nothing out of the ordinary to be seen beyond the glass. His view was limited to the side of another small house and a small expanse of sky. The noise wasn’t the storm he heard approaching earlier, sounding neither like the pattering of rain nor the harsh booms of thunder. The only remaining explanation was that there was someone else in the area. Finding a new energy in his determination to look around, the chocolate hued male swung his legs over the edge of couch as he reached down for his travel pack. The Italian man stood and stretched, shaking the sleepiness from his muscles. As he went for the door he hooked his small pack over one arm, using the other to adjust the bandage over his left shoulder. He had changed the bandage a few days prior, and since the wound was now nearly healed, he knew he could afford to wait to take a better look at it when he arrived back home. With that in mind, he stopped fiddling with the cloth as he stepped outside. His ears perked up at the noise, trying to at least determine the general direction of it. The source of the racket seemed to be coming from the other side of the house he just emerged from. He turned around the corner of the ramshackle building, immediately spotting something on the other side of the street. It was another Luperci, his hair pulled back in a ponytail, pounding away along the sides of a large window. Ehno took an interest in the tools the stranger wielded, but what really caught his interest was the tool belt tied around his waste, so similar to his own back at home. The Chief Sergeant set out across the street, the usual friendly grin sneaking its way to his features. “Quite a bit of noise you’re making there, huh?” he called out in a friendly tone, hoping the stranger would hear him over the sound of his task. - Henratha Gyrkin - 07-12-2009 [html]
- Ehno Marino - 07-13-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... rnotxt.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> [/html]
The stranger heard him, abruptly stopping in his task to turn his attention to Ehno’s approaching form. The Chief Sergeant’s eyes hovered briefly over the tool belt as he slipped the tools into their designated spots. He returned the stranger’s friendly smile, and wondered for a moment about his averted gaze. Had he perhaps disturbed the man in his work? But as he proceeded to introduce himself, Ehno could detect no other signs that he had bothered the other Luperci. He claimed to be from Dahlia de Mai. Ehno recalled then that the Dahlian territory stretched out toward the city, so it was unsurprising that he might meet one of its members around this area. “Didn’t disturb me at all,” he said with a smile and a shake of his head. “Nice to meet you, Rath. I’m Ehno Marino of Crimson Dreams,” came his accented introduction. The Italian man stepped a little closer, peering curiously at the cracked window frame Rath had previously been working on. “What do need that window for, if you don’t mind my asking?” His amber gaze drifted toward his new acquaintance as he spoke. The Dahlian wolf must have had some idea in mind for the window he was in the process of seizing. The tool belt at his waist told Ehno that this man was no stranger to projects of building or repairing. It was exciting to find someone who took on tasks similar to his relatively new hobby. - Henratha Gyrkin - 07-17-2009 [html]
- Ehno Marino - 07-21-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... rnotxt.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Sorry for the delay and the funky reply! D: 300+ Ehno was always happy to meet new faces, especially those who were not from the same pack. It wasn’t often that the male met a stranger outside the pack lands, so he was happy to find that his new acquaintance appeared to be a friendly guy. To him, meeting new wolves was like another sort of adventure. Just as there were many ways to begin an adventure, there were plenty of ways a new friendship could begin. Striking up a conversation out of the blue was probably Ehno’s favorite method. If the person was amiable, it would always turn out well. “Crimson Dreams is out west. The pack surrounds a lake, so it’s pretty easy to find if you ever decide to venture out that way.” He pointed his thumb in its general direction. “Dahlia’s nearby here isn’t it?” he asked conversationally. The chocolate hued male knew that the pack lay somewhere north of the human city, but he had never actually ventured there himself. The Chief Sergeant listened and watched as Rath explained his greenhouse project with both words and hand motions. The explanation was fairly simple, but it was still detailed enough for Ehno to form a picture of this glass wall in his mind. “Sounds like you know what you’re doing. Is this a project you’ve just started up?” He was curious to learn a bit more about it and perhaps learn how far along he’d gotten so far. After a moment, he added, “I’ve recently started a bit of woodworking myself, though nothing as big as building a greenhouse. Don’t suppose you have any tips for a beginner like me?” A light-hearted laugh followed his words. The tool belt and the extensive project he described told Ehno that this Rath fellow was certainly no stranger to construction. - Henratha Gyrkin - 07-28-2009 [html]
- Ehno Marino - 07-31-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... rnotxt.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
No worries! I've had that happen to me before, so I know how you feel. 500+ Ehno listened as Rath explained that one of the Dahlian borders was indeed relatively close by before continuing to mention his reasons for gathering supplies in this particular area. “Ahh, smart decision,” he said with a nod. The Marino male eyed the large window for a moment. “I definitely wouldn’t want to carry that too far.” Ehno could just imagine himself carting something as large as this window all the way to Crimson Dreams. With his luck, he would end up dropping it somewhere along the way and be left with its shattered and useless remains. He found himself suddenly wishing that Halifax wasn’t so far from his own pack. It would at least make his routine trips out here a little quicker that way. Rath went on then to describe his greenhouse project in more detail. The Marino’s ears perked up in interest, picturing this greenhouse once more in his mind. He imagined how it would look throughout the months as it was worked on little by little, slowly being built up from nothing. The greenhouse he pictured in his mind was quaint and unfinished, missing the windows that would make it complete. Ehno wondered just how far from reality the little greenhouse he pictured was. He had only seen a few examples of them in the past and each one was different from the next. “I think it’s good to take your time with a project that big. Wouldn’t want to mess anything up and have to start from scratch, right?” he said with a slight chuckle. He hoped the rest of the construction went smoothly for the Dahlian wolf. The Italian man gave Rath his full attention as he began to offer some advice on their common hobby. Ehno had originally taken up this hobby as a fun little way to pass the time when he was around the manor. The more he worked on little projects, the more he came to love the new pastime, and before he knew it he had set aside a room in the mansion for his tasks. Part of him wanted to take on a larger project in the future, so he was eager to get any advice he could from someone who had experience with these sorts of tasks. He liked the way Rath described the ‘invisible seal’ of the carpenter that was a part of each project. He found himself chuckling along with the shaggy wolf when his speech came to an end. “Thanks. I think it was helpful. Very informative.” Ehno nodded to emphasize his words, a genuinely grateful smile gracing his lips. “I’ve worked on a number of small projects before… a small model of the mansion back home and some toys for one of the pups. Been thinking of starting something bigger, though I’m not sure what.” He laughed. “I think I should take your advice and get a little more familiar with my tools first.” It probably didn’t help that he always managed to bring a new one or two home with him when he visited the city, but he just couldn’t resist. - Henratha Gyrkin - 08-03-2009 [html]
- Ehno Marino - 08-13-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... rnotxt.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Now it's my turn to be delayed. T_T So sorry! 300+ Making the tool an extension of his hand. It was an interesting way to look at it, one Ehno had never considered before. He couldn’t imagine why; now that it had been pointed out to him, it seemed like a fairly obvious way to look at things. Previously, Ehno always saw each tool as something different, some object to bend to his will. Rath’s suggestion seemed more passive, but also more useful. If he could become that familiar with each tool, he could easily work his way through his projects. And the only way to reach that point of comfort with his tools was to practice. As cliché as it sounds, practice did make perfect. Rath expressed that he wanted to continue his work, and with the weather being how it was the past week or two, Ehno couldn’t blame him. “Hey, don’t let me stop you from doing what you came out here to do.” The Marino was always up for a good conversation, but it wouldn’t do to rudely let his love of the spoken word get in the way of the other’s task. His golden gaze drifted to the cloud-veiled sky for a moment and he wondered how long it would be until the rain poured down once again. He returned his attention to the Dahlian male, an idea coming to mind. “I could always help you out, if you’d like?” He didn’t know if Rath preferred to work alone, but it couldn’t hurt to offer. “At least let me help you carry that back,” he suggested. It was a big window and it was likely going to be difficult to drag that thing all the way home. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to offer is assistance with his wounded shoulder and all, but Ehno couldn’t keep from asking anyway. |