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Purpose was something the musician had tried to strive to get associated with his name, always had the Lykoi dreamed of finding himself dreaming of having been remembered for something noble, for something that he actually--Well, did for someone else. But those aspirations were killed by his habits, he had traded so much for his substances, and not given anything to those who mattered most. Perhaps desperation in instinct, or perhaps the apparent severity of the Hurricane and what it would take away from the Tribe, perhaps the Ayastigi had to try. And why not? He had done something, had an illegitimate child with one of the members, and yet they still let him into their ranks, and let him take the profession path he desired. Something that truly defined fair.
Jac found himself grateful for the thick coat of fur bunching around his neck, thicker than his Lupus and Optime fur. Why had he never utilized Secui? What a waste, all these years. And with the wind biting his face, and the battering of rain on his coat, it really wasn't all that bad. It seemed, some had become detached in the storm, lost from the heart of the Village, and probably without the essentials. Jacinto had given himself a mission, to find whomever was lost. The Warrior had set out when the storm had died down for at least half an hour, where all was not bad until this moment.
It was not easy to work with, just like his hunting excursion, the circumstances were the same. The wind was too strong to get a good scent, and the rain altogether muddled out everything. It was disappointing, to know those very realities challenged him so. As he walked, one foot acting as a barrier to keep the wind from pushing him back, the other planting him one step ahead. His gashed foreleg bothered him slightly, even though bandaged. Injuries often got in his way, and the storm was no question. Things were becoming hopeless, as orange eyes searched for stray lost AniWayans through the darkening twilight, nothing came up. And finally he called out, hoping his cry would be the thing an other would hear.
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