[html]  Now that Conri had gotten away from his brother, now that he was back, it was time to begin settling back into the life that he had once known. That didn't mean for a single moment that the red hybrid would let his guard down though. He knew that there would always be the possibility that his brother would return, that he and his loved ones would be in danger because of it, but that didn't mean he would live in fear and constant worry either. He had decided that, shortly after he had escaped, that the only answer would be to kill his brother if he should ever show up again. As hard as it may have been, as much as he hadn't wanted to, Conri had come to accept that fact.
Brushing back the short black hair, which spiked and slightly messy, Conri continued his way along the concrete of the sidewalk, turning his head to look around now and again, forcing the memories of the time with his brother out of his mind. He needed to focus on more important things, like Naniko. Now, since he only had his right arm to use, he'd lost his other months ago, he'd need something to help him out. A backpack or something of that nature so he could carry things with him again. Turning down a small pathway, the red hybrid made his way up to the porch, disappearing through the dark opening of the door to rummage through the house.
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Though Beppe had been around these lands for many weeks now, he still felt isolated in his knowledge of the territories. There were a few select places that he knew well, and a few little hideouts that he liked to hang around by himself and just take in his surroundings, but overall his mental map was scrappy at best. Today, inspired by the crisp air and the thin, sharp rays of light that had woken him that morning, as well as the need to keep his mind busy, he had decided to do a little exploring. His last journey to the human city had been quite short lived, and a little embarassing, but today he would visit it anyways.
This time he didn't follow the same path, and ended up somewhere that was, in many ways, completely different. Unlike the red lanterns and the divine silence of China Town, the place he had ended up gave him a distinct feeling of chaos, entropy. The vinyl siding on some of the houses looked sad, abused, and the brick on others was crumbling. The nervousness that China Town had given Beppe was so much different than the nervousness this place gave him.
The boy would stick to the promise he made to himself, though; he always did. Besides, he couldn't ignore the curiosity that wrapped around his very bones. It practically held him together. He walked carefully through the streets, letting his eyes roam over the tired facade of the human houses. As he followed his path, the houses seemed to become less decrepid, and also larger, with less simple designs. Seeing movement in one of them through the window, Beppe slowed down a little before climbing up the porch. Letting his hand rest on the doorframe, he leaned in, not stepping over the threshold, and peered around.[html] [/html]
[html] Small cracks in the dirty windows of the house gave a very low light, one that casted itself in an eerie sort of glow on the furniture and debris that had gathered from the numerous numbers of wolves that had certainly come inside to rummage. The room to the immediate right of him was the living room, filled with old furniture and decorative odds and ends. The hallway, which extended to the very end of the house, broke off into three other rooms and eventually led to a small area with a flight of stairs. Conri passed by the first room with little more than a glance, heading on farther down the hallway until he reached the third room. This one, just by scanning it over quickly, seemed the more likely candidate for what he was searching for.
He entered immediately, using his single arm to rummage through the piles of old clothes and pillage through the various drawers. It wasn't until he came to the closet that he found what he was looking for. There, slumped in the very back corner, lay an old gray back pack. It was full by the looks of it, which he confirmed when he finally reached for it and drug it out into the open. Crouching, he fumbled with outside closure, finally freeing it revealing the insides of the pack. Books and paper, pencils and various other items. He turned it over, using his hand to grasp at the bottom of the back, giving it a few quick shakes until it expelled it's contents into the middle of the floor. The red hybrid didn't bother to close the bag and instead slid it up his arm and over his shoulder with a few precise movements.
At the very least the backpack would help him carry small things, things that he couldn't carry now that he was missing an arm. Heading out of the room, curiosity struck him suddenly. He'd gotten what he'd came for, which meant that he could spend a bit of time looking around. He moved through the hall then, into the room directly across from the one that he had previously been in. He'd hardly made it past the door frame before he paused, stared forward, and took a few steps backward. "Oh. Hello." He said suddenly, when his gaze fell on the other male that was leaning in the door. "Need some help finding something?" He had the time, why not offer?
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[html] [/html]The light within the house had a stale quality to it, as if simply passing through the crusty windowpanes had made it so much older. Dust seemed to hang in suspension, and Beppe could feel it and taste it as he breathed in. His eyes were struggling to adapt to the dimness while his mind was struggling to take in the state of all these already strange human things. The boy had been in houses before, when he was very young, but the way the years had permeated the fabrics of the furniture and the very walls of the house was rather shocking to him. In the blink of Nature's great eye, all of this would be reduced to rubble and dust, and eventually the world that Beppe was more accustomed to would be present once again, its roots capable of pushing cracks through the concrete.
For the moment, the boy had forgotten about the movement he had seen through the window, and he didn't notice the rustling from within the house until he heard the crackle and thump of papers and books hitting the floor. Finally his attention was torn away from the sad furniture and dust covered photos and he took a small step, just enough to get him over the threshold. In the back of his mind he knew that he shouldn't go too far in until he knew what was actually in here; he didn't want to be cornered by an ill-wishing creature. Beppe usually let that little warning light go unnoticed, but before he had the chance to, the moving shape appeared from a hallway.
Beppe, his eyes released from the curious objects, smiled gently and said, "No, but thank you, do you mind if I look around?" His left foot shuffled forward a bit. It was only now that he noticed that the other was missing an arm, and a temporary coldness ran down his spine. "This is the first house I have been in here, they are all like this? Is there anything most interesting I should see?" Beppe was glad there was someone else there as well; it dulled the heavy creepiness of the place.[html] [/html]
[html] Jade eyes moved in a rush of speed across the form of the younger male, taking in his features and trying as hard as he possibly could to figure out whether or not he knew the other wolf. It had been some time since he was kidnapped, he wasn't even sure of exactly how long, and if this male was around when Conri was he would have certainly been just a pup. He smelled of Clouded Tears, which was one of the reasons that Conri tried to hard to recall, but the biggest reason was because of Khaden. His small brother, black in color and but a pup when Conri had disappeared, likely would have been about the same age as the fellow in the doorway. He had to remind himself that Naniko said that the children had disappeared around the same time. It couldn't be him.
It was the voice that pulled Conri's attention away from examining the other male, ears sliding forward at the sound of the slight accent there. He smiled then, a polite smile, and using his single hand to motion for the darker male to come inside. "Sure, I could show you around if you want." He stated then, turning away from the doorway and shuffling a few short steps down the hall. "A lot of these houses seem the same from the outside but they're really not. Some of them are built differently and almost all of them have different things inside them. Most of the time you'll find furniture and stuff that is all the same but usually it looks different from the others." He explained quietly, glancing around the house as he stood there.
"If you're interested in human things then sometimes you can find some interesting stuff, mostly it's books or trinkets and not the house itself." The hybrid found himself in an awkward position then, wanting to reach out a hand in offer to shake and introduce himself. Would that be odd? Would it make the younger male uncomfortable? "I'm Conri." He said finally, offering an uneasy smile.
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[html] [/html]Beppe was always relieved to see a smile, even if he had already convinced himself that the other was friendly. He tried not to pay any attention to the missing arm, because it made him feel just a touch uncomfortable, but mostly because the boy thought it would be rude. Feeling a little unnerved by the state of ruin the house was in, he stepped over the threshold. "Thank you," he said quietly in response, letting his eyes flit over the things he hadn't been able to see very clearly from the doorway. Some more photographs were visible, and the human eyes that peered out from behind the glass made him feel even more nervous.
The other seemed completely confident, though, and the boy trusted him. Though his gaze did not stay on the stranger as they moved down the hall, he was paying close attention to his words. Indeed, based on the outside, Beppe had thought that all the houses would be at least very similar on the inside, varying maybe in the photographs that filled the frames. He would have to look through another of the houses after he left this one.
Though the Italian still felt like a trespasser, the feeling that something bad must be going to happen had passed. He peered through a doorway into a smaller room, eying the posters on the wall before his chestnut eyes fell on the bookshelf. "Yes, this is interesting, quite. I like books, but I cannot read them.. I hope they will have pictures." He laughed and smiled effortlessly then, letting his eyes come back to his new friend. The boy nodded, smiled, and replied, "I'm Beppe, pleased to meet you, and thank you for showing me this. I think it would be frightened to come in by myself." The idea of a handshake was unknown to Beppe, mostly because he rarely found himself in his were form. Though the bit of silence between them felt a little uncomfortable, it was because of the feeling the house gave him moreso than the lack of physical contact.
His eyes moved back to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, and he walked in there carefully, avoiding the things strewn on the floor. Reaching out gently, he pulled out a big hardcover book and cracked it open. Inside, to his excitement, were large pictures of.. well, nothing Beppe had seen in his life. Swirls of milky white stars, strange contraptions that reminded the boy of an archer's bow, ready to shoot, and firey planets. He flipped the pages, finding a drawing of a strange six limbed thing with large eyes, and muttered, "Mio Dio." Closing the book, his finger still on the page of the strange monster, he held the cover up so Conri could see it. "Can you read this?" The front, too, had a large picture of stars, though this time Beppe could discern them for the depiction was quite close to what he saw in the sky, as well as a photograph of humans in silly suits, more planets, and, printed across the top, Space Encyclopedia. [html] [/html]
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