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@&#&$Indiscriminate wandering could prove to be a lethal mistake when all the neighbours were out for blood; in his birth pack only a fool would dare to stray beyond their marked borders (and the wise kept deep within the interior). Neutral territory was a foreign concept at the time, as all of the packs were right up in each other's business. Boundary lines overlapped and shifted daily like lines in the sand.
@&#&$By the time he'd gotten out of that hellish nightmare, he'd been all too eager to explore. He'd travelled throughout New England and up into Canada, straying north before deciding to turn back around and head east. Although he'd largely settled down since, he could sympathise with her urge to explore--if he stuck around in Inferni too long it felt stuffy and stagnant. It was hard to find new things to do or poke at here, whereas Halifax had a wealth of goodies and literature just waiting to be discovered and dissected.
@&#&$"Guess I never thought of it much, but yea--there is a lot of different stuff out there," he said. Where he'd grown up, the packs all operated much the same; they were all feral, they all used a similar rank structure, and they all concerned themselves with basic resources alone. There was no time or room for specialisation and fancy custom jobs. Here on the peninsula there were a lot of varying cultures--only now did he stop to consider that of all the local packs, Inferni paralleled that he grew up in the most. Some cycles seemed impossible to break.
@&#&$Then again, time had a funny way of changing things. He was sort of surprised to hear her concerns about Gabriel and Kaena especially. The grizzled woman seemed endlessly tolerant where her children were concerned, though it was quite likely he didn't know everything. The wolfish hybrid knew nothing of Eris, for instance, and he'd never really asked Kaena for her thoughts on Andre's death. There was always the bad seed, he guessed, and although Rikka had identified herself as the black sheep earlier, he couldn't swallow the notion that she was the worst of their concerns. "I'm sure it'll be fine; Gabe's a pretty down to earth guy," he reflected.
@&#&$As her voice lifted impishly and he caught her gaze, he felt his cheeks burn hot beneath his rusty gold fur. Was it that obvious? "She's beautiful, in body and spirit," he replied simply. "I don't really know how else to describe her," he admitted, truly at a loss for words. "I think you'd get along all right with her; she's a very charming woman. Alacrity," he said, eyes closing briefly and the corners of his lips lifting into a smile as he pictured his African princess. The name suited the painted female well.
@&#&$"Eh; here's hoping something works out for us both," he said, the smile metamorphosing into his rowdy, characteristic grin. "And yea, wouldn't look too close to home or they'll pop out demented with half a dozen toes on each foot foot," he said with a soft snort, his thoughts echoing her own. Juxtaposed with talk of his deep inner emotions, the matter of inbreeding had become a far less awkward topic of discussion. It wasn't really like him to speak of his feelings so openly (if at all); he was sure if Gabriel overheard, he would have had a good laugh at the lovestruck Caelum's expense.
mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +575
@&#&$By the time he'd gotten out of that hellish nightmare, he'd been all too eager to explore. He'd travelled throughout New England and up into Canada, straying north before deciding to turn back around and head east. Although he'd largely settled down since, he could sympathise with her urge to explore--if he stuck around in Inferni too long it felt stuffy and stagnant. It was hard to find new things to do or poke at here, whereas Halifax had a wealth of goodies and literature just waiting to be discovered and dissected.
@&#&$"Guess I never thought of it much, but yea--there is a lot of different stuff out there," he said. Where he'd grown up, the packs all operated much the same; they were all feral, they all used a similar rank structure, and they all concerned themselves with basic resources alone. There was no time or room for specialisation and fancy custom jobs. Here on the peninsula there were a lot of varying cultures--only now did he stop to consider that of all the local packs, Inferni paralleled that he grew up in the most. Some cycles seemed impossible to break.
@&#&$Then again, time had a funny way of changing things. He was sort of surprised to hear her concerns about Gabriel and Kaena especially. The grizzled woman seemed endlessly tolerant where her children were concerned, though it was quite likely he didn't know everything. The wolfish hybrid knew nothing of Eris, for instance, and he'd never really asked Kaena for her thoughts on Andre's death. There was always the bad seed, he guessed, and although Rikka had identified herself as the black sheep earlier, he couldn't swallow the notion that she was the worst of their concerns. "I'm sure it'll be fine; Gabe's a pretty down to earth guy," he reflected.
@&#&$As her voice lifted impishly and he caught her gaze, he felt his cheeks burn hot beneath his rusty gold fur. Was it that obvious? "She's beautiful, in body and spirit," he replied simply. "I don't really know how else to describe her," he admitted, truly at a loss for words. "I think you'd get along all right with her; she's a very charming woman. Alacrity," he said, eyes closing briefly and the corners of his lips lifting into a smile as he pictured his African princess. The name suited the painted female well.
@&#&$"Eh; here's hoping something works out for us both," he said, the smile metamorphosing into his rowdy, characteristic grin. "And yea, wouldn't look too close to home or they'll pop out demented with half a dozen toes on each foot foot," he said with a soft snort, his thoughts echoing her own. Juxtaposed with talk of his deep inner emotions, the matter of inbreeding had become a far less awkward topic of discussion. It wasn't really like him to speak of his feelings so openly (if at all); he was sure if Gabriel overheard, he would have had a good laugh at the lovestruck Caelum's expense.
mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +575