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Slade would be content with his life fully if it wasn't for three little problems. They didn't affect his daily goings much, but at times they could be really annoying. Today, on a chilly winter afternoon, two of these issues were really bothering him. The first problem Slade was having was seeing. He saw something strange up in a tree, and though it was likely nothing more than a squirrel, it was a blur of brown. He had no intentions of running up to catch it, as he had no appetite at the moment, though it was always annoying when he looked around and could see nothing but blurriness when it came to objects a few feet away from his face.
This did not pester him as much as his lack of fingers did. While Slade was mostly content to be a plain, non-shifting coyote, despite the world full of Luperci he lived in, there was a huge issue he had with being a lupus. He could not write. The thought had occurred to him a few days ago when he realized that acting out his stories bought nothing but trouble, and recently he had started to seriously consider his position in the pack. He was a writer, an Incidente di Parola, as far as ranks were concerned, but he knew that he would never really be a writer if he lacked the ability to pick up a pen. Often this fact didn't bother him, but at this moment, as he concocted another plot in his mind, he really wished that he were able to write down his ideas.
Pushing the thought aside, Slade decided that he should probably tackle his third problem, which was a flaw with his personality that could be easily fixed. He was a huge introvert, and while this was fine to a degree, he found that the only reasons he had really encountered others so far was because he had gotten himself into some sort of mischief. Thus, with this thought in mind, he began to walk through the forest of Cercatori d'Arte, trying to pick up a scent to follow. He was going to start fixing up his reclusive nature. He was in a pack now; it wasn't like he was going to run into any shady figures as long as he stayed within his own pack's land.
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OOC This crap, but at least I figured out some of Bao's personality progression. :x If you don't like how this ended I can change it. WC: 465
Too flippin' cold! Apparently, he lacked all common sense to run for the hills and hide at the first sign of cold weather. He absolutely hated it, but here he was freezing his butt off as he tromped through the trees of D'Arte like a lost puppy. Ohh, an idiot he was. It had to be some sort of miracle that he wasn't frozen to death, right? Miracle or not he was alive, yes? Or maybe this was all just some bad dream and he just kept going around in circles until he woke up safe in a bed back in Italy. ...Alright, that was a bit crazy he had to admit that.
He disliked seeing the white shade his breath took as he exhaled out into the chilled winter's day; it simply bothered him for no reason. Or more, it was another sign winter still hung strong was the reason he did not like it. As always the boy's steps were careful seeming as he put great thought into each and every single step he took as he moved along memorizing every little out of sheer boredom.
Now, like any other great assassin before him he was taught not to show such simple emotions such as boredom, but if one paid close enough mind to the young male's wandering eyes the slightest hint of boredom and something else laid within their bi-colored gaze. A slight shiver ran up the multi hued Italian as the wind blew wrapping it's icy hands around his skinny body chilling his organs to a slush feeling. Another sigh, another white puff exited him as he continued such aimless wandering.
By now the trees started to look the same, all dead and lifeless at winter's touch. His mind started wandering back to the thought of some permanent homestead since he would likely stay in this area the rest of his life. And at the moment it seemed the elements would kill him more than another, or age if he continued sleeping outdoors, too. He'd gotten pretty use to the ground and now found it oddly comfy, but those bed things... Much warmer than the ground.
Today he seemed rather careless and his senses were also quite dull at the moment, a cold? That would be the last thing he needed, getting sick... So he was much more oblivious like a child to anything else then usual when he was alone. His eyes continued to watch the trees not even paying mind to his foot placement anymore, proving this trip would end quite oddly.
As he continued he grew more oblivious completely unaware now he was approaching upon another packmate. He was quite stupid now and before he knew it his foot made contact with something fuzzy. Oh, what was this?
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OOC: Post of failness. I was running out of muse when I wrote this, sorry. 
Slade could now officially say that he had met someone new that day, but unfortunately, the meeting got off to a rocky start. He had been minding his own business, doing nothing but minding his own business, mostly unaware of his surroundings. The next thing he knew he felt a heavy weight on his tail, and he let out a small yelp as he whipped around. Fortunately his tail wasn't throbbing, though it wasn’t quite feeling good. Wondering how someone hadn't noticed a brown-colored coyote against a starkly white background, Slade tilted his neck to see who he was facing.
The tail-stepper was, of course, a Luperci in his Optime form. He was mostly brown in color, with a black face and multicolored eyes. He was tall and muscled, and was one of the few Luperci Slade had seen who wore clothing. Appearance was generally irrelevant, of course, as Slade had been instantly put in a sour mood. "Hey, um, did you happen to notice my tail?" he asked, with a flat tone. The newcomer smelled local, so Slade had to try to be less on the harsh side, despite the grudge he had already gotten.
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OOC ahhh, such lateness! I apologize dearly! And I'm not all that musey myself at the moment, no worries. xP WC: 258
As the yelp hit his ears Bao quickly lifted his foot hopping a step back. So, that's what that was? The boy assumed it was a luperci lounging in the snow and glanced to the left then to the right and back to the left again looking for the tail's owner, but to no luck they weren't there. Any manifesting thoughts disappeared when a voice floated out into the air grabbing him to look down to find the victim. Oh.
"No."
The word was thick, free of any and all emotion when he spoke. It was short and simple seeing as he wouldn't dare take time to explain his oblivious nature to one who chose to lower themselves to all fours. To choose such a literal down to earth lifestyle was something he could not grasp nor did he wish to as the way he grew up was all too humanized like most European wolves. He lowered himself, collar charms chiming with his movement, to get a better look that...coyote? He had seen a lot to none of the breed before and if it weren't for the bat like ears he would have assumed the male was a puppy.
"Not really a bright idea for a fellow your...size to be out here."
Oh, yes, he'd try his darnest to be nice since the other carried the D'Arte smell and even if the other was upset about his tail he'd still try to keep the calm disposition of his intact. Though he did not know he'd soon lose it.
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OOC: It's fine, I'm kinda a slow replier, too, so no worries on your part. WC: 272
Well, Slade's question had an obvious answer, as he realized that there weren't many Luperci who would go around stepping on tails for the fun of it, but at least it had been a mistake. The young coyote made the mistake of thinking that the taller male would proceed to apologize after that; it was common courtesy, wasn't it? Slade had done things like this enough times to realize that it was smart to say he was sorry so he didn't come off as rude. He realized exactly how friendly this gesture was when the man refused to say it.
This didn't help Slade's attitude at all, especially when a comment about his size was made. Was he small for a coyote? Yes, and he knew it all too well, and while this often didn't bother him much he always felt somewhat self-conscious when someone pointed it out. The fact that he was already harboring a grudge didn't help the matter, but he tried to keep calm. Of course, that didn't mean that he was going to be particularly friendly, either.
"I've survived well enough on my own like this, thank you," he answered flatly. Deciding not to add anything else to what he said, as all he could think of were sharp retorts, Slade tried to change the direction of the conversation. "So what's your name?"
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Eventually Bao and Slade got in a pretty tough argument, mostly on the subject of Luperci vs. Lupus. Slade ended up backing out because he was running out of witty retorts, but he continues to hold a grudge.
This was mutually agreed to.
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