07-22-2011, 02:35 AM
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HIDE YOUR INNOCENCE BEFORE THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH
For Ayasha. Can we perhaps backdate this two days? :] wc:304
Jackson had never been much of one to stray far from Anathema lands. But when he did, oh, did he go far, it seemed. The doggish male had departed days earlier, clad in his usual long black shorts, his charms and gris-gris hanging about his neck as ever. After a moment’s consideration, he brought the tall, raven skull-topped staff along with him. He set off to the west, following down the mountainous slope of his pack lands and into lands that were, for him, largely a mystery. His travels brought him near a couple of areas of claimed lands, but he did no more than observe, suddenly considering himself to be on a mission to determine how numerous the other packs in land were. Over days of ceaseless travel and intermittent solo hunts, his mission seemed to develop more into a challenge to see just how far he was willing to venture from home.
The young man had been travelling for days when he came upon signs of yet another pack, but unlike the others, there was something different about this one. Like all the others, there was the typical presence of scent markers declaring the lands to be claimed, but in addition to this was fence of barbed wire stretching far into either direction. Intrigued by the sight of this menacing fence, the Anatheman boy chose not to bypass these lands like he did the others, and instead travelled alongside the wickedly wired fence to see what he might find.
After a time, the hybrid discovered a spot where the fence finally yielded passage into the lands, and despite better judgment he decided to slip through the opening to take his first few steps onto the claimed land. The youth found himself grinning, a defiant spark alight in cerulean eyes as he walked.
Jackson had never been much of one to stray far from Anathema lands. But when he did, oh, did he go far, it seemed. The doggish male had departed days earlier, clad in his usual long black shorts, his charms and gris-gris hanging about his neck as ever. After a moment’s consideration, he brought the tall, raven skull-topped staff along with him. He set off to the west, following down the mountainous slope of his pack lands and into lands that were, for him, largely a mystery. His travels brought him near a couple of areas of claimed lands, but he did no more than observe, suddenly considering himself to be on a mission to determine how numerous the other packs in land were. Over days of ceaseless travel and intermittent solo hunts, his mission seemed to develop more into a challenge to see just how far he was willing to venture from home.
The young man had been travelling for days when he came upon signs of yet another pack, but unlike the others, there was something different about this one. Like all the others, there was the typical presence of scent markers declaring the lands to be claimed, but in addition to this was fence of barbed wire stretching far into either direction. Intrigued by the sight of this menacing fence, the Anatheman boy chose not to bypass these lands like he did the others, and instead travelled alongside the wickedly wired fence to see what he might find.
After a time, the hybrid discovered a spot where the fence finally yielded passage into the lands, and despite better judgment he decided to slip through the opening to take his first few steps onto the claimed land. The youth found himself grinning, a defiant spark alight in cerulean eyes as he walked.
YOU MUSTN'T DISAPPOINT THEM