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Jackson felt that he needed a little time away from home. Home was just becoming emptier and emptier, at least it was in what had once been his family’s den. Now it was just him and Agony, and the boy could only stand her holier-than-thou attitude for so much at a time. At first he had been tempted to try to follow the scents of those who recently fled Anathema in hopes that he might be able to find Camilla. Her disappearance had just been another kick to him while he was down. But the scents were getting old and washed away with seasonal rains, so soon enough the boy was just aimlessly wandering west. He remembered these sights from the time he’d gone over to AniWaya, and he knew he was on the same path when he stumbled near another unfamiliar pack’s borders. The Acidic boy had bypassed these lands the first time he’d traveled out west, but this time, he was a little curious.
He padded along the borders for a little while in his seldom-used four-legged form, cerulean eyes taking in the sights along the borders. Hell, why not just plunge right in? There was no one in sight to tell him off, and all he really wanted was a quick look around. So push on past the borders he did. Even his run-in with that fierce little lady of Inferni didn’t seem to do any good at dissuading him from creeping along into other pack’s lands. It was a sort of curiosity that the boy just couldn’t control. He had the desire to learn about the other packs in the region, and this just seemed like the most direct way of going about it. Why should he bother trying to summon up one of the members when he could do a little solo exploration first? The best information was the kind he could gather with his own eyes.
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Cypress trotted along a well worn path that lead away from the manor. His grumbling stomach demanded he hunt and so it was hunting he was going. His mind was wandering a bit as his feet followed the well known path, knowing he was too close to the manor to find prey that wasn’t already on high alert. He halted suddenly as the winds brought him a strange scent. One that certainly did not belong within the boundaries of Crimson Dreams. A low growl rumbled in chest as his hackles began to prickle. Sniffing at the wind once again, Cypress set out to find the source of this strange scent.
It took him a little while to track down the intruding wolf. Staying down wind, Cypress stalked his own kind. His anger bubbling all the hotter the closer he got to the other. The nerve! The war had hardly even faded beyond the horizon, who would dare trespass on them now after what the AniWayan raiders done to them. After watching the younger male for a moment before quickly rushing around to cut him. No longer caring about the noise he made as feet crunched over dried leaves and sticks. His lips curled in snarl as he leaped out in the open before the black and white hued hybrid. ”Just what do you think you are doing?” He snarled at the other, his hackles bristling.
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As if the boy’s rebellious attitude toward other packs’ boundaries wasn’t enough to bring trouble down upon him here, his ignorance would only make it worse. Anathema’s distance from the rest of the packs in the region kept it far removed from any conflicts going on between the groups and mostly unaware of them. It was especially so in Jackson’s case. The idea that any of the packs in the region would be at war was one that had never crossed his mind, and he was blissfully unaware that he was treading on ground that had recently seen fighting. Perhaps he would have been a little wiser in where he chose to go if that was the case.
But instead the hybrid boy foolishly continued on his way into the foreign packland, eyes darting about with interest. It seemed like a relatively quiet place. He was surprised that he’d managed to get this far in without being noticed. He smirked. The other packs he’d been to would have at least spotted him by now. But of course, that triumphant thought was cut short with the sudden pounding of footsteps behind him. Jackson stiffened, whirling to face the source of the noise. Well, well, it looked like he wasn’t alone out here after all.
The brown-furred wolf leapt forward to place himself in front of Jackson, bristling and clearly agitated. The Anatheman hybrid shifted his footing to something more defensive, keeping his gaze on the pack wolf. He may not have been spotted right away, but he was certainly receiving one hell of a greeting. His own teeth flashed in a snarl as the other spoke, cerulean orbs narrowing into a glare. “I’m walking. What the hell does it look like I’m doing?” He didn’t care that he was in the wrong here. He would match attitude with attitude.
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The deep rumble in his chest grew in intensity as the trespasser greeted him with bared fangs and an attitude to match. The fool had no respect, that much was obvious since he had so easily broke the most basic of laws that had existed since the dawn of wolves. There had been a time, not so long ago, when he would not have found it such a grave crime, but the Dreamers had lost too much at the hands of those that thought they could simply walk in and take what they wanted from the peaceful pack. Never again. Cypress held his head and tail high as the other took a defensive stance, showing the authority that being of a member of the pack that owned these lands gave him over this stranger. ”Well walk somewhere else!” He snarled. ”You are trespassing on Crimson Dreams territory. Leave now.” He stepped towards the stranger with his chest puffed out and his hackles bristling. ”Before I make you regret your trespassing.” A threatening growl following his words. Lips curled to reveal the ivory fangs that lay beneath. His fathers words echoed in his head. He must be prepared to defend his home and he would not disappoint them again. This time he would bleed for Crimson Dreams if that was what would be required of him to drive this interloper from their lands.
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Respect had never been a big thing in Jackson’s book. His elders seldom got the respect they deserved if they talked down on him, and hell, his own leader could barely summon anything more than disdain from him. He was defiant to those that thought they were above him, and that was all that he could see here. It didn’t matter that this stranger was rightfully defending his lands. Jackson just saw someone who thought that they were better than him, and the hybrid boy intended to prove him wrong.
The Dreamer wolf informed him that he was trespassing with a snarl, and that only prompted a snort from the hybrid boy. He was trespassing, huh? No shit. He would have never guessed it. The pack wolf stepped toward him and Jackson straightened up in response, teeth still bared in a defiant display. “I’d like to see you try,” he taunted. The Anatheman trespasser took slow steps to the right, keeping his gaze steady on the pack wolf in front of him. A low growl of his own rumbled in his chest as he waited for the Dreamer to make the first move.
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The wolf of mottled blacks and browns knew the borders to be clearly marked, yet this arrogant fool acted as if he had done nothing in the wrong in crossing uninvited onto their lands. His warning was met with nothing more than a snort from the younger male, who rather than submitting and taking his leave as he should, he chose to challenge Cypress. It was not only in his words, but it was his posture as well that spoke of his defiance. The stiff posture of the dogissh hybrid ignited Cypress’ anger on the most primal of levels.
Without any further thought Cypress launched himself at the other male. Teeth flashing as his jaws snapped in the other males face in one final warning to leave these lands. The only fighting skill he had was that which his instincts gave him and what little he had learned from his brotherly skirmishes.
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It was one hell of a mystery why Jackson found this to be a good idea. His short life wasn't one that was filled with much conflict. Sibling rivalry with his sister was dealt with as a war with words and attitude, and his experience with physical conflict was practically non-existent. He had the attitude down pat, oh yes, and the fact that it led to this perhaps gave him a sense of false confidence. Either way, his arrogance and lack of respect landed him the response he was fishing for.
The pack wolf was done with words, which was just fine and dandy with the doggish hybrid. The earthen-hued wolf lunged toward him, bared and gleaming teeth the forefront of his threat. Instinctively Jackson took quick steps back to remove himself from the other's reach. Arrogance kept him from moving too far back, and in that close proximity the youth launched an attack of his own, teeth snapping at the blue-eyed face. The thrill and confidence in his attempt to strike put his focus on the here and now of his offense, with little regard for the ever necessary defense.
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