speak no evil

Max Klein · 04-15-2012, 02:54 AM

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The wait was only somewhat long, and it gave him time to slow his breathing to normal. Max was in fine shape, still not fully matured, but his size spoke otherwise. While the journey had been a long one, he was made for such things. It did not surprise him to see the woman approach on horseback, however—Max was well versed in the care and use of horses, though he did not ride them often. Some part of his bloodline instinctively worked with the animals, recognizing them as useful tools and companions, though somehow lesser then he. The Hastati was, therefore, able to only judge the horse as tall and sturdy; he had no opinion on the genetics or true abilities of the gelding.

He was, however, quick to take in all the oddities with the girl. Her hair was wind-tousled, loose, and she had a fidgety way of speaking that suggested she had rushed here. Max’s pale eyes focused on her face. She was a true wolf, unlike his hybrid blood. One could look at him and see true dog, if not for his sharp profile. The winter coat added to the illusion, thick and heavy around his neck and chest especially.

“I’ve come on behalf of Inferni,” he began, recalling what Ezekiel had told him about the pack. Salsola was secretive and existed within a realm that fancied itself a Kingdom. He would need to speak well in order to make his point clear. “We’ve had some trouble with strangers on our borders; have they come this far west?” He was careful to watch her now, for despite the Aquila’s familiarity with Salsola’s leadership, Max had seen the damage dealt to his clanmates. He recalled the whispers of slavery, of torture, and of these equally unfamiliar concepts that went against his core teachings.

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