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The coyote clan intrigued him. He had finally pinpointed where the mysterious seductress with the blood-red eyes had hailed from; not a loner at all, but a member of the northernmost pack in this area. They had just welcomed a deserter from those ranks, the one they called Siobhan, and she carried the same curious scent of mountains and pine trees and coy-dogs. Not to mention the vague trail he had followed of another, one who had come sniffing around his land and did not leave his calling card. He wasn't familiar with the name or reputation of Gabriel, for if he was, he might have been flattered that the Aquila had come to visit his beach personally. He was also unaware that his sub-leader, Svara, had taken it upon herself to invite him, as she had irresponsibly forgotten to mention that fact to her superior. But all in all, Jacquez was interested in Inferni, and had been wandering all day in search of them.
The sunlight burned on his patchwork fur, lighting up the russet-red that bled into tawny gold and earthen brown. He was a mixed breed, to be sure - the folded ears that bobbed as he walked spoke of his extensive dog heritage, free from the influence of wolves or coyotes. He had the noble muzzle of a collie, although his lean muscles spoke more of shepherd, with the sharp claws of a terrier. The grasses swished around his long strides, his dark eyes sweeping across the field, looking for any signs of life. He was closer to the elusive packlands, but still found no scent of their border-markers. It was easy to get lost in these vast lands. He had not seen a single soul throughout his trek.
The tall dog raised his one arm, rubbing at his empty shoulder socket. Sometimes the silvery scar tissue that knitted there grew itchy and sore, although he would never mention that to others. His patchy memory had no recollection of how he had lost his limb, since his conscience began after it was already healed. Curious. A flicker of movement caught his eyes, causing him to slow his tireless pace. Something, or someone, had moved behind the shadow of one of the mossy boulders that dotted the plains. Were they hiding from him? A wicked smile played on his lips as the egotistical leader changed his course, stalking sinuously through the tall grass to draw closer to the stone. Mid-afternoon sun warmed pleasantly on his back as the Optime reached his goal, peering around the boulder to stare at the curious stranger on the other side.
It was a woman, although one much older than he was used to meeting; grizzled with scars and missing an eye. Her warm grey fur was marked with a tattoo of some sort, and her attention was directed towards the beach below them. She might have been beautiful at one point, but if she was anything like Svara, her sharp tongue had cost her physical attractiveness. Instead, she looked dangerous... which was a different sort of attraction. "I'm fond of the ocean as well," he spoke abruptly, loud voice startling in the quiet air between them. He liked to test people such, acting recklessly to judge their reactions. New faces existed solely for his amusement.
The coyote clan intrigued him. He had finally pinpointed where the mysterious seductress with the blood-red eyes had hailed from; not a loner at all, but a member of the northernmost pack in this area. They had just welcomed a deserter from those ranks, the one they called Siobhan, and she carried the same curious scent of mountains and pine trees and coy-dogs. Not to mention the vague trail he had followed of another, one who had come sniffing around his land and did not leave his calling card. He wasn't familiar with the name or reputation of Gabriel, for if he was, he might have been flattered that the Aquila had come to visit his beach personally. He was also unaware that his sub-leader, Svara, had taken it upon herself to invite him, as she had irresponsibly forgotten to mention that fact to her superior. But all in all, Jacquez was interested in Inferni, and had been wandering all day in search of them.
The sunlight burned on his patchwork fur, lighting up the russet-red that bled into tawny gold and earthen brown. He was a mixed breed, to be sure - the folded ears that bobbed as he walked spoke of his extensive dog heritage, free from the influence of wolves or coyotes. He had the noble muzzle of a collie, although his lean muscles spoke more of shepherd, with the sharp claws of a terrier. The grasses swished around his long strides, his dark eyes sweeping across the field, looking for any signs of life. He was closer to the elusive packlands, but still found no scent of their border-markers. It was easy to get lost in these vast lands. He had not seen a single soul throughout his trek.
The tall dog raised his one arm, rubbing at his empty shoulder socket. Sometimes the silvery scar tissue that knitted there grew itchy and sore, although he would never mention that to others. His patchy memory had no recollection of how he had lost his limb, since his conscience began after it was already healed. Curious. A flicker of movement caught his eyes, causing him to slow his tireless pace. Something, or someone, had moved behind the shadow of one of the mossy boulders that dotted the plains. Were they hiding from him? A wicked smile played on his lips as the egotistical leader changed his course, stalking sinuously through the tall grass to draw closer to the stone. Mid-afternoon sun warmed pleasantly on his back as the Optime reached his goal, peering around the boulder to stare at the curious stranger on the other side.
It was a woman, although one much older than he was used to meeting; grizzled with scars and missing an eye. Her warm grey fur was marked with a tattoo of some sort, and her attention was directed towards the beach below them. She might have been beautiful at one point, but if she was anything like Svara, her sharp tongue had cost her physical attractiveness. Instead, she looked dangerous... which was a different sort of attraction. "I'm fond of the ocean as well," he spoke abruptly, loud voice startling in the quiet air between them. He liked to test people such, acting recklessly to judge their reactions. New faces existed solely for his amusement.