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WC:: 352 - Set mid-afternoon somewhere upon the Halcyon Mountain :3 A rare thing it was for the storm coloured Angelo to have an hour or so to himself, a whole day of peace and quiet had long ago became nothing but a delusional dream the samurai could only hope to come about. Yet, when he awoke that morning to find the crows gone, Alex busy doing god knows what, he couldn't help but blink a few times and stare dumbly around his chambers expecting someone to appear and ruin the moments peace... only no one came, only silence. Shuffling to the edge of his bed he rose lazily to his feet and began going through the tedious routine of putting on his assortment of blades and a pair of black faded jeans which were littered with holes. Threaded through to top of his jeans was his worn leather belt of which held his katana to his side, lastly grabbing one of Alexander's leather bags to store goods in if any were found. Now less sore upon the eyes he looked once more around the room, suspicious of how things were so quiet. Rolling his shoulders he forced the matter out of his mind and began the trek outside of pack lands along the mountains, reaching his desired destination just as sun had reached it's highest point, indicating midday. Saying that he had peace and quiet didn't mean that the Angelo could slack, his purpose outside of pack lands was to dig out some usable bones, metal scraps or anything that could be formed into a weapon. Having doing a quick run through his own lands, it quickly became apparent there were few obvious places to locate the materials he desired and thus he was forced to expand his area of search. Running his eyes over the rocky terrain he quickly found his motivation for the task draining, along with his mood dampening. “Shizukani shite kudasai. Watashi wa saikō kore de ue ni kurakku ne... Yoikoto no kachigāru” he muttered to himself, shoving his right hand into the back pocket of his jeans as he began to move aimlessly in search of resources. |
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