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They're All Lies
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The young man had not slept the night before after he had left Nyx on the mountain side. Although he had returned to his den he had lain awake for what seemed like ages, staring at the ceiling. Once that had failed to bore him into sleep he had taken out his bow and quiver full of arrows to inspect them. He only had five arrows left, but his last encounter with another lone wolf had made sure that he had plenty of arrow heads. In the bottom of the quiver lay at least twenty arrowheads, stolen from his last opponant from over the mountain. It had occured to the black male, in the early hours of that morning, that he should do something with them. Something as in attatch them to some wood and find some feathers to make the flights with.
He had escaped the cold confines of the cave system very early that morning before the sun had properly arisen. The small forest in Anathema's borders was, quite obviously, the perfect place to look for long sturdy branches to make his arrows from. It took him most of the morning to find what he was looking for, and he spent a while cutting down as many sticks as he could find. They were all sturdy but felxible, easy to obtain but not so easy to turn into proper arrows. He knew they had to be of a certain calibre to be turned into arrows and he collected twice as many sticks as was necessary, making sure he had enough for rejects.
The inside of his den had warmed up no less when he'd returned but the young man had set about his work with gusto. Maybe he would be able to sleep tonight if he tired himself out making arrows. It was easy once you understood how arrows work- stripping down the wood and making it smooth and straight. Attaching the arrow heads with a slit in the wood and a tie around the base of the arrowhead and the stick of wood. Once they were securely on he set them aside- he had found no feathers for his flights. Ears however had heard something unfamiliar and his confusion was clear on his face.
He exited his den quietly, stupidly leaving his weapons behind. He hadnt thought about bringing them, even though he almost always had a dagger of some kind on him at all times. Nose caught the intruder before blue eyes found the creature. A low growl came forward just as his sight was given to him. A small coyote and a small white deer thing. Whilst confusion was first on his list, Teddy knew this was no member of Anathema. So what the hell was he doing in their caves.
”Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my lands?”
His words were very low and deep, but dangerous none the less. Padding forward in his secui form Teddy allowed his fangs to reveal themselves while a growl rumbled in his chest. This idiot was going to leave with a few cuts and bruises today- that was for sure.
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