09-22-2009, 04:09 PM
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It was the scent of smoke that originally caught his attention. They were all hard-wired to respond to even faint traces of the particles in the air--since the dawn of time, wildfires had been a part of life (or perhaps death). Those that failed to rise from deep slumber as the first tendrils of smoke tantalised their noses would quickly be suffocated and consumed by it. This particular flavour of smoke, however, was of particular interest to the tattooed hybrid. Though he'd found a handful of others willing to share his stash and watch lazy afternoons vanish into peaceful nights, he hadn't found anyone else yet who'd deliberately procured the substance on their own... save Maserati.
Perhaps some part of him strongly hoped it would be the dark girl with swirling red accents--he missed his daughter, even more so now that Ryan was gone. His nose was held high in the air testing the wind carefully as he padded on all fours towards the coast, his heart skipping a beat in anticipation. But alas, it was not his child who would return today. A call rang up, and though he did not recognise the owner he understood the message. He diverted his course slightly and made his way to the source, shifting on instinct from his halfling form to that of the bipedal optime.
His ears fell back once he caught sight of the man, who seemed so very at home lounging against a stick that embodied the darkest parts of Inferni's mission and code. They pricked forward again as his twin red eyes took in further detail. The splash of colour on his face could easily be mistaken for drying blood, but coupled with the golden eyes he could recognise his progenitor at once: Kaena.
He strode over casually, though the wolfish part of his blood bade his tail to elevate slightly on instinct. As he neared, however, it was all too clear that his gaze focused on the joint and the smoke that spiralled away from it rather than the other man's eyes. Plopping down rather easily across from the male, he simply grinned. "Looks like I've found some good company," he mused. "You're one of Kaena's kids." A statement, more than a question, followed by another: "Anselm de le Poer. One of Gabe's cousins... or something."
hurray! Omg him and Anselm will get along great!!!
It was the scent of smoke that originally caught his attention. They were all hard-wired to respond to even faint traces of the particles in the air--since the dawn of time, wildfires had been a part of life (or perhaps death). Those that failed to rise from deep slumber as the first tendrils of smoke tantalised their noses would quickly be suffocated and consumed by it. This particular flavour of smoke, however, was of particular interest to the tattooed hybrid. Though he'd found a handful of others willing to share his stash and watch lazy afternoons vanish into peaceful nights, he hadn't found anyone else yet who'd deliberately procured the substance on their own... save Maserati.
Perhaps some part of him strongly hoped it would be the dark girl with swirling red accents--he missed his daughter, even more so now that Ryan was gone. His nose was held high in the air testing the wind carefully as he padded on all fours towards the coast, his heart skipping a beat in anticipation. But alas, it was not his child who would return today. A call rang up, and though he did not recognise the owner he understood the message. He diverted his course slightly and made his way to the source, shifting on instinct from his halfling form to that of the bipedal optime.
His ears fell back once he caught sight of the man, who seemed so very at home lounging against a stick that embodied the darkest parts of Inferni's mission and code. They pricked forward again as his twin red eyes took in further detail. The splash of colour on his face could easily be mistaken for drying blood, but coupled with the golden eyes he could recognise his progenitor at once: Kaena.
He strode over casually, though the wolfish part of his blood bade his tail to elevate slightly on instinct. As he neared, however, it was all too clear that his gaze focused on the joint and the smoke that spiralled away from it rather than the other man's eyes. Plopping down rather easily across from the male, he simply grinned. "Looks like I've found some good company," he mused. "You're one of Kaena's kids." A statement, more than a question, followed by another: "Anselm de le Poer. One of Gabe's cousins... or something."
hurray! Omg him and Anselm will get along great!!!