WC:411+ - Don't mind Alaki; he's a misery guts over everything and a right drama queen ¬.¬
Common sense told him that he probably shouldn’t be up and about just yet; but there was a limit to being stuck underground and rendered useless and he’d recently reached it. He was one of Anathema’s Marbas and he would not sit on his backside all day whilst everyone else completed their tasks, simply because he’d been fool and reckless enough to pick a fight with an opponent clearly superior than himself. Not that he really regretted doing so; apparently half dying had its perks and he’d finally made up with the white one. Rummaging around his quarters he located his various assortment of weapons and strapped them on; the feel of leather straps tightly wrapped around his arms and waist were reassuring, along with the weight of his weapons hanging from them.
Caution was nether a bad thing and although he was only going out to walk a basic patrol of the borders, he would do so heavily armed and prepared. Pushing back the curtain doorway, the dark male emerged into one of the many familiar tunnels and he set off out of the caves, into the territory above. Once above ground, he lifted his head, taking in the scents and sound that filled the warm evening, before heading of blindly into the distant tree line to begin his stroll of the border; and stroll it would be, for an strenuous movements were off limits considering his broken ribs and bruised coated form. Thankfully, when almost getting killed by a hammer swinging wolf, one does not receive too many open cuts and highly noticeable wounds it seemed.
His mood lightening, he walked the border confidently. Each inch of it was familiar to him and he allowed his mind to wander and daydream as his body continued to move from memory. After a few hours of walking, he encountered an unknown scent. Sighing and suppressing a groan, he changed direction to that of which he believed the scent to be located, moving until he reached the edge of the border to then allow blue eyes to scan the grounds before him. A distance of stood a lone female wolf, seemingly harmless after a quick once over, but he still moved a hand to wrap around the handle of his katana; ready to unsheathe the weapon if need be. “You are upon Anathema borders.” He informed the other, stating the obvious with a bored tone. “What business do you have with us?”
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