12-20-2009, 08:45 AM
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Word Count: -- The stranger introduced himself, and when he used his rank Dawali was glad he had the intelligence to explain it. Many didn't, and he found it intriguing that they seemed to expect him to know their ranks, as if they were famous or something. The only thing that was famous around here, really, was Inferni as a group. And no wonder, they were the target of many a wolf's hatred. Some did not like their species, and some did not want competition. Either way it was hardly acceptable to hate them without cause, but that was his own opinion. He knew better than to share it. Smiling at the dark-furred male, he studied for a moment the elaborate colors of yellow around his eye, wondering if it was a signal of something. Rank? Belonging? Or perhaps like his own single red feather; the death of an enemy by his hands. He snapped out of it as Jazper announced his reason for being here, and now Dawali exclaimed a wordless sound of realization, and swung himself from the horse's back. It was better to lead a conversation on foot. "Nice to meet you, Colonel Jazper. Hmm, Crimson Dreams..." He thought for a moment. Who had he met from there? The shape of a puppy emerged in his mind, and he remembered. "Ah, yeah, I thought I'd met someone from there. Naniko, and Brooklyn?" He hoped he wasn't wrong now, that would be embarrassing. As he spoke he smiled, and led the horse by the reins to a nearby tree, intending to fasten it so she would not run away. Then again this whole place was fenced, so what was he worrying about anyway? Old habits were hard to let go. |