the mission, the method, the downfall

Ithiel de le Poer · 12-02-2011, 02:45 AM

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There was a grunt behind him from Zedekiah, but the bird said nothing. He was prone to such noises, and rarely explained them. Ithiel had given up on getting any sort of friendly companionship from the bird. Zede was simply not interested in his owner's kindnesses and conversations. He was a working bird, plain and simple. He excelled at his job and enjoyed it, and the vulture required nothing more of his owner.

The dust-hued coyote threw a cherry-colored glance in the direction of his companions. Lystra stood a few feet behind the man, and stomped her foot in impatience at his glance. At this, Ithiel rolled his eyes and turned back toward the borders, awaiting whatever would come. It was not long before a pale shape made its way through the trees, heading for him. There was but a moment of hesitation, and Aemon swept forward to meet his brother, throwing his arms wide to embrace the dingy coyote. Ithiel smiled, holding his brother close and avoiding tugging too tightly on the rope or tangling it within his paler brother's hair.

Aemon, my brother, the coyote murmured into the fur of his brother's shoulder, stepping back to hold him at arm's length. An approving gaze swept from Aemon's head to his toes, and Ithiel's grin broadened. You look good, man. It was true -- they were both becoming men, both able to make their father proud -- if he was here. Now was not the time to inquire on such things, however, for Aemon posed a question, and the dust-hued man winched, an apprehensive grin sliding over his dark muzzle.

Somewhere behind him, Kastra answered Aemon's question herself, calling to them both in the distance. Ithiel grunted, turning toward the pale woman with disapproval in his gaze, though he dared not speak against his commander. The yearling had wanted Kastra to wait behind a moment while he secured their place and their way -- his superior apparently had her own ideas. His tail flickered a few times, but there were no more protests from the man.

Soon? Kastra barked from atop one of her horses, drawing them both to a stop. Lystra gazed at the other horses easily enough. She had few problems integrating with other horses, so long as they were relatively submissive -- it was canines she disliked. However, the mare was familiar with all three of those present, and she was calm for the moment. Long and harsh, more like, she corrected, swinging down from her mount's saddle with graceful ease. Ithiel watched her and remained silent for the moment, content to allow his commander to speak for him.

He thought Kastra was a beautiful specimen of a woman upon first meeting her, and he certainly still did -- however, Ithiel did not think he could have tolerated a relationship with the coyote. She was too headstrong, too brash -- his woman should know her place. The man had yet to encounter that woman, however, and he sometimes pondered whether he would. So, Inferni, Kastra began, crossing her arms and gazing expectantly toward Aemon, apparently desiring a debriefing on the clan.

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