Shake My Shadow
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Everything was changing, he was changing. His voice took control when he meant to remain silent. His body was no longer the sleek white line that moved with speed and remained lightweight no matter how much he ate. It was larger now, the muscles built more of bulk then lean fibers, his stature was taller then the "regular" wolves, and his eagerness to submit was fading. He was stronger then he had ever been in his few years of life, and his mind was growing stronger with his mortal form. No, he was not the alpha, and thus not invincible. The dark wolf of the foreign pack had taught him such. Yet he did not fear as he once had, but the feeling was still present for he was no alpha, and thus not fearless.

The light pelted creature walked slowly, bright yellow eyes idly searching the forest. As strong as he had become with the initiation that his king had given him Minos was not immune to the need for rest. His halfling form looked prime for fighting, and yet he searched for peace rather then war. Water ran close by, the sound of it tickling his ears and sending him into that direction. It was a beautiful place, littered with fresh snowfall and the sun showing behind a fat yet scattered cloud cover. Minos was awakening to the world around him, beyond the scented outline of each object. This place had opened his eyes to the things that he had once felt useless. The male reached the stream, his gaze lingering on the less important (the perimeter, scenting to see if he was being followed, or if another had just freshly been here) as he reached to drink from the chilled water.




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Semyon had donned his full equipment, but not with the intention of using it. His leg was much better than it had been upon his arrival, and he could move around more freely. It was comforting to know that he would be on his way again soon, as soon as his debts to Haku Soul had been paid. So far, he had not been prompted to do anything, but considered doing something on his own initiative. Perhaps if he led a successful raid, it would be enough for this pack's leader, and he could be off sooner. Semyon had always felt suffocated in a pack, always wanting to be free to do as he pleased, without having to answer to someone. Not because he usually did things that most would consider wrong; he had inherited a strong sense of right and wrong from his family. No, it was just knowing how he would have to explain himself to someone, if he did anything at all they did not approve of. Different packs had different laws and ways of thinking, and for all he knew, Semyon could have broken some of these guys' laws already. Packs were not a good place for him; solitude was.


He explored the claimed lands of this people; if he was to defend it, he had to know it. One thumb was lodged in the belt around his waist which held various weapons. His sling, a pouch of good-size rocks, and a strange metal device; a circle with a handle and some knives on it. It was rather large and looked as if it was in the way, and the first month after he had found it it had been. But now it was as integrated with him as his own tail, and when he pushed aside some vegetation to look into the clearing ahead, he barely thought of its presence at all. The pieces of leather which were wrapped around his arms and thighs didn't bother him either; he had spent so much time in them that he would feel less natural without them. Nostrils picked up the scent of a Dahlian as he drew closer to the stream nearby (he had heard it some time ago). It was a chance to learn more about this place, but his face was not as expressive as one would have expected when he finally did spot and approach the stranger. His fiery eyes studied the other male for a moment before he introduced himself abruptly. "Semyon." He gave a nod as a greeting; it should suffice.

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The cold water was soothing and satisfying in his throat and felt good against the innards of his heavy and tired chest. Pink tongue lapped against the flowing stream, mind centered on his one and only task of the moment. So much so that he didn't even notice that other the approached until it was too late to run without being seen. Yellow eyes looked up at the sight that he was met with, and his ears turned for a moment in a frightened submission. The tall beast's silhouette was misshaped, but as his eyes looked over the details he saw that what he wore and carried on his werewolf appendages were things the instantly intimidated him. The single word that was spoke brought Mino to look at the orange eyes that were placed on his face. The scent of the pack kept him from growling with a warning, asking for the other to stay away with a coward's tone. "Minos" He answered, somehow knowing that what he had spoke was his name. The spoken introduction would have been lost to the primal male before, when his blood was simple, untainted, and weak. But now, with practice, he understood.

It was not his place to asked questions, and yet he did. "Where did you get that." speaking on the garb that yellow eyes now went back to studying.



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Short, sorreh. Word Count: 239


Semyon nodded as he was given the other's name. Good, so they'd exchanged faces and names. Was that all there was to a person? Wasn't it? Semyon glanced downward at his costume when inquired, as if not realizing it was there. What, this old thing? So accustomed to social convention, he was, that he didn't even notice that he was playing the game. His hands moved in vague, seemingly random ways as he spoke, but it was part of a pattern. Everything was part of a pattern. "I made it," he sid bluntly. It was only part truth; he had not created the leather himself. That, he had bought for various services. Some fights, some political... adventures. It was strange what leaders of packs wanted him to do in order to stay in their position. As if it would be better morally if they didn't do it themselves, but rather in the shadows of a thug such as himself. "I bought the leather, and then fitted them for myself." What good was an armor that didn't fit? He elaborated, but he probably didn't have to. He trusted this one now. Moving slowly, the warrior sat down on the ground, arranging the various items in his belt so they wouldn't poke or annoy him. Sitting, he studied the stranger in front of him, and thought of something to ask him. "Been here for a long time?" Small-talk; nothing beats small-talk.

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sort is gud ;D

Minos was slow. Slow to grow to the full form he was, slow to mature and he had never really gained any self worth or purpose. Not even now. The turning of his blood was slow as well, the form that the other male donned was something he wasn't even sure if he could turn to yet. The clues were all there, and Mino was simply very slow in putting them all together. The Semyon werewolf was giving a bit of insight into the uses of such a body, but how he got it and where it came from Minos was still unsure. It seemed... useful for self protection (as was his main focus), but he thought that perhaps it could be used for the other things all of the alpha's minions were planted within the pack to do. White head nodded, taking in the idea of finding the pieces and actually constructing things out of them. He had never made anything, not in his entire life.

"I don't know, all winter maybe" He admitted, keeping track of things was never strong suit for the wolf. "You?" he asked, knowing it was polite to ask and be interested in return. He paused, and then let the question he had been holding come forth. "You ever use that stuff against a coyote?" They where the enemy of course.



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! :3 Word Count: 230


Their conversation, their exchanges of sentences, was short and concise. It pleased Semyon; he did not, for example, care much for elaborate talk. What purpose could it serve, other than to try and impress or intimidate the conversational partner? Such things were unnecessary, and this warrior liked to cut to the bone; get to the stuff that mattered. This.. Minos, he seemed to be someone he could enjoy talking to. He spoke openly, without the strange and elaborate wrapping that was social convention. The "obligatory" exchange of sentences such as "what do you do?" or "how are you?" or whatever it was, it could be cut away. It was unimportant. Semyon enjoyed how he did not seem to know nor care how long he had been here; it was much like his own take on the world. He was always traveling, so it was just a waste of time to keep track, really. The shift of the seasons tended to help him with that though. His yellow eyes twinkled at the other's question, enjoying how wonderfully it crashed with the ordinary exchange of ordinary phrases between strangers such as themselves. "Coyote, bear, wolf... I've fought a lot of things, and a lot of wars." Wars and wars, often what he had done would be better described as political assassinations, but still. It was war in its own way, he supposed.


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Smile


Minos cared little about the standings of others. Standings as in their emotional status, or their well being. None of that mattered at all to the pale wolf. In the past he would generally only wonder if he would be attacked or not, but now he was becoming more aware of the ideas that their words gave, and listened more intensely. Still, asking whether or not a beast was in good health or if they were feeling pleasant or not was not something that he would ever ask another. If they were sick, their smell would grow to a rotting stench, and if they were angry Minos would also be able to read that on their form. Talking was a way to pass information to and from two creatures, that was enough for him. For the first time Minos had questions and this male did not seem to mind his asking.

"I have yet to kill coyote, I hope to have my share." Minos said. Taking a bit of pride in the work that their alpha was doing in the hope of smothering the infestation that was filtering through their borders. Minos had seen it, they had come for them and would not stop. It was why his leader had changed him, it was why his blood had become new.



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Semyon nodded at Minos' blunt statement. The presence of coyotes seemed to be the main conflict in these parts, and while the warrior found it strange, he did understand. Each area had their own battles and wars. The individuals here seemed less cultured than his own homelands. Having come from a coastal city, where travelers from other worlds arrived from time to time, they had developed a culture that was vastly different from the one he saw here. The travelers brought knowledge on advanced buildings and things that moved of their own accord without being alive, and naturally anyone who saw this wanted a piece. But this had not spread to these parts, and so their conflicts were less sophisticated, but not very different at the core. It all aimed at destroying that which was in one's way, if it was good or bad. Semyon served one side without knowing which was the good one, and he was happy to do this. His presence would not change anything, so he might as well profit from it. "I'm sure we'll get an opportunity, both of us." He paused, uncertain whether he should let Minos on to his plan. He didn't indent to bring anyone along, but somehow he didn't think Minos would ask to join him. "I hope to spy on them, maybe one of the coming nights, and perhaps capture one of them. I believe this might please Haku." Until this pack's leader was satisfied with his work, Semyon could not leave. He might as well go for the grand prize immediately.
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There was something about the other male that Minos sort of look up to. It was his confident manner, the way he held himself and yet there was nothing that he pressed upon Minos. It was not how the pale wolf lived. More often then not he was being bullied about something, or he was just too frightened to of being pushed around. The pack member held the stance of a warrior, but that something Minos knew little about. Honor, that was what he seemed to have. The white canine was unsure of its definition, but knew that he held none of it. He would not even go so far as say that their alpha had honor, or the black and white orange eyes male that had attacked him. This one though. He had it.

He suddenly felt like a pup looking up the wolf he wished to be when he grew up. Alone? he asked, curiosity and a bit of surprised lanced in the words. What if they find you? what would he do then?



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His words could perhaps be seen as bragging, but he did not have this intention. He never did try to impress anyone, unless they could be of profit to him. Sure, this one could be useful, but a successful attack on Inferni was all the more impressive to Haku if he did it alone. The chocolate Rosen was the only one he needed to impress here, and then he could be on his way again. He nodded to Minos' question; this was the whole point. But when the other male asked his next question, Semyon gave a wicked grin. Rarely did he express himself like this, but if there was one thing in life he did not doubt, it was his ability to defend himself, especially from a smaller species. "I doubt they will notice me before I want them to." A good warrior was a good stalker in lands such as these. With his sling as his weapon, he was confident that no lone coyote could deprive him of the pleasure of killing it. "How about you? Have you battled for your pack yet?" It was always interesting to see how the unity of one pack was organized, compared to the other. Semyon suspected that in this pack, it was simply the dominance of their leader that kept them in the lines he wanted them to be in. During their encounter at the borders, the warrior could not have failed to notice the way which the others behaved around him.
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now their both dead! Big Grin


He wasn't sure what he would do if he even stepped on Inferni soil. Every bit of his being told him that it was not right, and it twisted his stomach when he thought about it, to the point where he wanted to go out and chew on a few stalk of fresh green grass to calm it. The coyotes were something that apparently needed to be wiped out, but Minos was not sure how it could be done. What the other male was talking about could be a good tactic, but Minos was not much for strategies. His mind never thought much of those things. A bit too complicated. But he was confident, such a thing Minos new little about as well, and the white male was not about to defy him.

The question was easy to answer, and he felt an odd emotion pass through him. He felt it in his chest, puffing it out just an inch. The alpha was being attacked by the coyotes. I helped, and they ran off. It had been the thing to set off all this fighting. Yes Minos had been there.





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