+554 - Finally had a burst of muse for this !!
Roughly, he dragged his free hand across half closed eyes, an feeble attempt to wash away the sleep that threatened to claim him. Each step he took was sluggish, his body like lead and seemingly weighing three times the amount that it should, but he didn't regret over working himself; practising, working, swinging his blades kept his mind occupied, that way he didn't have to think about the filthy white bitch who carried his mates children. Each day he regretted the moment he brought the slut into Anathema lands, each time she crossed his mind he killed her a hundred times, so often he dreamt of killing her it seemed that he could almost taste her blood... bur imagining the whores death was as far as he could go, for Naniko would forgive many a sin, but slaughtering ones own pack member he doubted she would tolerate and he didn't want to be removed from his home pack because of some female who couldn't keep her legs crossed and paws of another's mate. Grinding his teeth slightly he thrust his Katana into the ground, the blade easing through the soft dirt and wedging itself into the ground. Both hands grasped the blade and he released a slow sigh, pushing his darker thoughts away and then yanked the blade out of the ground.
Straightening up he ran the blade across his trousers, cleaning it of the specks of dirt that now coated it, before guiding it slowly back into it's sheath. Little light filtered through the trees that surrounded him, the broken shadows cast by their branches and leaves hid him, his form somewhat distorting in the lack of decent light. Rolling his shoulder he reached back and bundled his hair roughly together and tied it into it's usual loose ponytail with practised skill. Most of the day he'd spent venting his anger and irritation upon trees and rocks and virtually anything he decided to swing at, this way when he returned to his beloved he could keep up the façade, pretend everything was fine, that he didn't give two shits about the entire situation. Gathering his scattered blades he attached them one by one and shoved the rest of his supplied into a bag, which he hung over his shoulder. With everything cleared up he headed to the border, to check it as his rank indicated he do so, as well as make his way slowly home.
Most days the borders were clear and safe, few stupid enough to threaten his home pack and even fewer stupid enough to cross it uninvited. Scents of pack members who walked the lands lingered everywhere, familiar and safe, nothing out of the ordinary. Gradually he begun to relax into a slow leisurely pace, tuning out more and more of his surroundings as his mind drifted into it's own little world. Only, the wind carried the scent of a stranger now, the scent instantly drawing him back to reality and the grey toned male become more and more aware to his surroundings. In the distance he saw him, a disgustingly similarly coloured male just by the borders. Approaching he tried his best to keep his expression and body posture neutral, “For what reason do you approach our borders, wolf?” he asked, his voice coming out bored and uninterested.
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