Sooo you’re the one that’s been making those fuzzy looking avvies? (Rio can speak low-speech, so if you want the horse to speak to her, be my guest =))

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More and more each day, Rio began exploring Anathema. She had only been staying here as a guest because her mother permitted her to do so, but now that she was she was beginning to consider staying permanently. The whole territory had a lot of interesting, unexplored, by her, places that she had yet to find.

Today, she just pretty much walked aimlessly. She still didn’t know her way around that much, but she was starting to grasp it. She knew how to get into the caves and was learning the scents of the lands. Souls lands were rubbing off on her bit by bit. The grass was a relief on her recently injured foot, hurt by glass in Halifax. She limped, but not with so much pain thanks to nature and its cushioned ground. At first, she walked really slowly, but now she was starting to heal more and more, and she was walking faster than she had been.

An interesting looking house thing came into view. There was someone’s horse in front of it, tied to a wooden pole, and a small, white bird that watched her cautiously. She didn’t walk too close to them, but as she neared she realized that the structure wasn’t a house at all. It was an old Sawmill of some sort. It looked extremely dusty. She looked down at her nicely wrapped foot, and limped toward the opening of the structure. Before she neared the place, though, she noticed a dark furred man sleeping, which surprised her enough. An audible ”Oh!” escaped her as she was startled. He seemed to smell of Anathema, so she was in no real danger. Rio limpingly backed away from the man, as she was standing rather close to him when he was noticed. She looked away from him on the ground and up at the pretty mare that stood close by. She paid no mind to the bird. If he was a watch-bird like he looked, he would attack her at any given moment. She tried to stay as far away from it as she could. She didn't need any more injuries.

Ooh, I seeee :] and FAIL. I always try to keep track of my posts… its an OCD thing I have I think xD

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The little white bird with the beady, watchful eyes cawed at its master as she backed away. She watched the male rise up onto his elbows and looked quite sleepy. ”I’m sorry for waking you. That wasn’t my intention at all.” She understood that her mother’s lands were filled with misfits and other sorts of being that didn’t fit in anywhere else. She could probably get herself into something bad if she wasn’t careful. She tried to be as kind as possible to the male before her.

”My name is Rio, Rio Marino.” She was proud to be of the Marino family line, even though she wasn’t close to her Marino relatives at all. She stated it rather proudly, but still kindly and less boastful. The horse seemed to move around a bit on her arrival, and she wondered if the mare would say anything to her. Though, not all animals assumed their wolf neighbors knew how to speak their language, but maybe Rio would be able to catch something under her breath.

Rio offered a paw in the male’s direction, mainly for a handshake, but if he wanted to use it to get up that was fine, too. She limped over to a rickety looking fence nearby, but across from her pack mate, and leaned carefully against it. She wanted to take some of the weight of her injured foot as well as look cool while leaning against something. She used her hands to prop herself comfortably against the fence, and spoke again, ”What are you doing way out here?” Aside from the obvious, getting away from all others- maybe he had another reason. Something to interest her, hopefully. She wasn’t as social as she would have liked to be, and she needed some work on her conversational skills. She usually relied on the other to say something to get her into the swing of things, but the rise of interesting conversation didn’t always happen.

Ooc.

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Rio pulled her offered paw back, seeing that it wasn’t going to be acknowledged. What a strange man… Maybe her travels modernized her a little too much. Not many wolves were used to handshakes, but he didn’t take it to get up either. She stayed leaning against her fence, watching him as he got up and walked over to his horse. He whispered something in her ear, something that she wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on, and the horse seemed to loosen her tensed muscles a bit. It wasn’t like Rio was going to eat her. Periwinkle eyes watched the beast curiously.

The male, now known as Alaki, answered her question- but of course, like everything else she wanted to know, was none of her concern. It usually never was, sadly. When was something going to be her concern? Probably not any time soon. ”Warriors…” The subject wasn’t anything she was too interested in. In Anathema, she didn’t see herself leading a life full of fighting, though it probably is a fulfilling career path. ”I’m not too into the warrior stuff.” She placed her two hands behind her on the fence, now leaning on them, too.

He mentioned the foot. People always gotta’ mention the foot. She looked down at it sadly. It was getting better, at least. It didn’t hurt as bad as when she had first brought it home with her. ”I needed a walk to… stretch my muscles.” She carefully flexed her foot. It hurt a little, but nothing like how it felt when the event actually happened. ”…which is none of your concern.” She emphasized on the ‘none’ with a smile. Her voice had the same tone as his did, kind of in a mocking way- but all in good fun. She kept the smile on her face as her eyes watched him.

Correct me on anything.. and this could get interesting =D

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Rio nodded as there wasn’t much she could say on the subject. She wasn’t interested in being a warrior, not because she was lazy, but because she felt that she had enough fight in her life. With all the crazy shit that happened to her, she wanted to avoid anything else of that nature, which included being a ‘warrior’. She’d rather be a healer.

The bird came out of the sky and settled on its master’s shoulder. Alaki petted the bird rewardingly, and it seemed to wear it proudly. Rio looked away from him, ”That’s just how I am. I don’t appreciate anyone, aside from my family, showing interest in my wounds.” Meaning she would give anyone a big attitude that tried to help, like Jazper. Rio pushed herself off the fence, and seeing that the male was getting ready to leave, she was too. ”Don’t worry about me.” Not that he was.

Alaki jumped on the back of his horse that moved around, but became comfortable with the shift in weight on her back going from nothing to a big, heavy something. There really wasn’t much time left to say anything else because he was already poking the horse forward. She returned his farewell with a wave of her own, and turned the opposite direction toward the tree he had been leaning against. She lowered herself down, and stretched her leg out with the injured foot. There was still enough time left in the day to have a nice nap underneath a nice tree. She leaned her head back against the bark. Hearing Alaki gallop away on his horse, she closed her eyes. She was only focusing on the sounds around her, which consisted of some birds and maybe a few bees buzzing around. The distant thunder of the horse’s hooves was already long gone and there was nothing left but peaceful quiet.