At the Jugular

Liev Morozov · 01-20-2011, 10:55 AM

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Hello, nico <3 So, how did you find Souls again? o.O

The pressure around the mountians had dropped so much it was making the Russian's ears pop now and then. He had grown used to detect when storms were brewing in, and this one seemed kind of huge, though still a bit distant. He wasn't sure if it was going to hit Anathema or not, sinc it was still on the beginning, but he could feel in his very bones something was going to happen. Maybe he should warn Naniko and Azalea of this as soon as possible.

It was better to be ready for that either way, so he went outside for a while and look for some supplies. Besides, it was good to feel the wet and cold on his fingerprints instead of dead stone. His whole life, he had snow under his feet, so having earth and stone felt utterly... odd, to say the least.

Also, Theodore had told him he had to try a bit of every tier before actually earning a tier, so his first attempt was going to be at scouting. He was almost done with the boarders when a timid, low howl broke into the dawn, way too close from him - and too far from the pack boundaries. After the overwhelm of the unespected sound, the male croutched, drawing off the metal dagger from his ankle holster. That tune did not belong to any of his pack comrads, and the strong feeling of loyality to his new home boiled inside his chest. He would protect it with his life, but first he needed to learn if the intruder was a threat. Sneaking closer to the source of the noise, he saw an almost pitiful image.

A smoke grey, very young female wolf, mixed with white and black, as thin as one could get. It probably hadn't eat anything decent for weeks - months, even. Not only that, something about her... intriguing. As if she didn't have an aura he could read. She was... hollow.

It hurt him to see such a creature. If it was any threat, was that it turn into a corpse in the lands, if it stood another day without eating. He retrieved his weapon with sorrow in his eyes, and stood up from th bush and tree he had been hiding, and exposed his grayish, large frame to the wanderer.

"What are you intentions, wolf, in trespassing the lands of Anathema?" He asked, his voice blank, but his purple eyes warm and soothing. The Anatheman's intension was not to scare the creature, but to make it clear trespassing was not quite welcome.

Staring at the female, he noticed her eyes were just... black holes, and her anatomy was most unnusual, but he wouldn't call it ugly. Everyone is beautiful, in it own manner. He just waited there, his pose rather relaxed, but his ears pointing intentionally towards her and the tuffs over his neck and should rising lightly. Just the enough to make a dominant stance, and to assure who was the one with reason on the scenario.

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