Jaz, very vague location, but between CD and CDM…
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At first they had run. The heavy summer air passing over his face and through his short cut hair, light and dark paws clutching the dark mane of the roan. His light form seated on her back as if he sat upon a throne. It was an honorable place, and he felt righteous to take such a seat. It hadn’t been much effort until the mare allowed him to sit on her back, and even less to get her to trot and gallop. She wanted to run, and such a word was an unsatisfactory description. The roam female wanted to fly. Hooves glided over the soft grasses as if each pace was meant to lift her from the ground and take to the sky. The male could only do his best to hang on, coxing her right and left with his legs.

Legs shook as he dismounted and fell to the ground, chest to the sky and gasping for breath as if he had ran that fast and that long. The pair was beyond their packlands, and Heath took a moment to regain his breath before standing to search his surroundings. It was a familiar place, and the memories of it were laced with a bitter sweet taste. As he rose he found the weight of the rope he wore around his chest. His intensions were lost in the wind that they had ridden through, but Lumière had brought him to the very place they had met. The creek could be smelled, and the tall grasses flowed like an earthen tide beyond his gold gaze. The mare had moved out of sight and to water. For a few moments Heath only stood, the adrenaline slowly leaking from his veins.

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OOC: Sooooo sorry about the wait D: Life's been a muse killer as of late.

The days passed ever so slowly in the black warriors world. The landscape had sat, unchanging for a few months now. The only real change day to day being the rain. Someday's it looked like rain but the sky would just sit there grey all day and then next there would be a shower with the sun. However, the abnormally large wolf was just happy that for the past few days the sun and rain had been going with the flow of things. Besides, the hot sun bad summer hard on the black wolf, over heating him during travels.




Suddenly he found himself slowly being surrounded by less trees. The shade turned to sun, and the smell of Crimson Dreams slowly faded as he left his pack behind. He didn't actually know where he was going. Normally he headed to the city, this time however he headed stright to the east, a place he had never been. He walked along, one giant step after another. The land slowly turned to what seemed to be an everlasting clearing. In a second his peace turned to alert with a strange sound. His claws tensed ready for anything and his ears perked. He looked at a near by hill in time to see a herd of strange creatures kicking up the grass as they ran. His yellow eyes stared in shock until he realized they where headed straight for him.




He found himself uncoordinated as he started to run. What the hell where those? They where unlike anything he had ever seen. His legs cared him over the rolling hills until he was satisfied that the beasts would no longer find him. Sighing he panted lightly, the distinct taste of water in the air. His instincts grabbed hold of him, making him run to the source. He got to his knees and started to drink, all his focus on the water. It tasted so refreshing and felt so cool as he ran the water into his black coat. Finally, he was calm as he looked up only to see a wolf and one of those beasts. His heart started to beat fast but he looked to the wolf, "What the hell is that thing?" He demanded trying to calm his heart. Obviously it wasn't a threat if this strange male was willing to be around it.

no worries friend, wrote this at work.. so things might be crummy...
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The air was still around him, the sweet summer air hinted of rain. That was not something new, it always seemed to rain and when It didn’t there was always the gloomy threat of its approach. His heart beat had calmed, and he could no longer hear it in his ears. The black and sand colored hybrid turned and walked towards the creek and the mare that stood before it. She was a roan colored beast. Her dark face and legs, a deep gray, filtered into a speckled merle and silver. Mane and tail followed her face and held the same dark hue. Black eyes watched the horizon. Over the water and towards the small line of trees. His gold moved as hers did, and found that what she watched was much closer then Heath found comfortable.

The figure was one Heath had never seen. Huge did not encompass his size, and it moved with a swift gate that only a horse of equal fight could mimic. A hand, light in color moved to the mare’s shoulder. The rope still hung over his shoulder and around his chest, and his tested the air with a black nose. A Dreamer. Yes, another one of the pack wolves. This one gave Heath up to the memories of the fight with the Dreaming witch but this was approached as he had been chased by something. He only looked on in silence, prepared to flee. He would have to push the horse to follow, her eyes locked on the large beast.

“Thing?” He said to the confused Dreamer. His voice was calmer and softer then he thought it would be. “She is a horse.” Lumiere spoke for the lack of Heath’s astonishment at the male’s ignorant words, nostrils flared and head turned as to see him clearly. “Have you not seen one before?” a paw, black in color fell to the rope, holding it as if hung across his chest.

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"Horse?" He repeated in a questioning manner. He had heard of these horse things before. Some new pack apparently kept them as pets, like the humans had once upon a time in history. Back in the days of knights, kings and queens. The same generation his name sake came from. His father had passed down stories of honorable knights from generation to generation. It was said that in that day in history a human knight would ride around, covered in amour an inch thick, baring a heavy sword and shield on top oh a noble steed. He had never seen a picture of them however and this experience had set him in a poor mood. His yellow eyes shifted from the new stranger and the hen again to the horse. His breathing had returned to normal and his calm authority had returned to his body. Silently he stood up from the river, revealing his true size.




The horse had responded to their language somehow. It, well she, knew that he had offended her. Giving a curt nod to the horse he began to smile as he spoke to the pair, "I'm sorry if I offended her. I've never seen a horse, not even a picture. I've read about their part in history but I had assumed, since I had seen none, that they had fled or simply didn't exist anymore." The giant stood, finally relaxed. Turning his attention to the smaller stranger he extended his right hand in a greeting. "I'm Jazper Rhiannon-Knight of the pack Crimson Dreams. I was just out exploring these lands when a very large number of horses can running at me. I'm sorry if I was rude." His natural charming smile spread across his face as he glanced back to the female horse, "What's her name?"

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A nod, to answer the male's single word question. Lumière was indeed a horse. But Heath had his own questions. They could wait, if his patience held up. Honey hued eyes looked at the wolf, watching with a suspicious gaze. Heath could not trust the Crimson Dreams wolf, for Heath could not be trusted by them. Too many times Heath had ventured into those lands, and had not acted as polite as he should. The black furred witch had taught him well, and Heath vowed not to make trouble again, becoming another one of her leached dogs. As the giant rose, and Heath’s neck brought his head upwards to keep eyes on his face, his trust did not increase.

The mare was uneasy in the presence of the towering beast. A hoof pawed the loose soil of the stream’s bank. Heath took his eyes off the beast and brought it to the roan mare. A gentle hand, calm energy flowing from his core and a soft whisper settled her. “No offense taken, I’m sure." A smile, understanding that the male just hadn’t known what she truly was. Even though the Dreamer was calm and at ease Heath could not make his body release the tension it held.

Ears perked at the words he spoke, the herd? Of course, his initial intention for traveling this far. Looking at the male’s hand once again the small hybrid crossed the small steam of the water and took it as he spoke. “Heath.” He said, hand in the other males’. Stepping backwards he shook his head. “Its quiet a sight. No need to apologize... She is Lumière." The accented voice spoke with a small glance back to the horse. “You saw the herd, are they far? I have been looking for another... maybe a stallion.” Eyes turned back to Jazper, the tension gone from his form. His black furred hand reached for the rope, though unsure exactly how he would use it Heath kept it just in case.

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His gold eyes still stared at the horse as the male, he now knew to be called Heath, too his hand in return. As he had done with so many other names he stashed the two in the back of his mind silently, Heath and..." Lumière? What an interesting name." He had never heard such a name before, "What language inspired such a name?" It couldn't be English or Italian...purhaps it was that language his adoptive mother has spoken to him every now and then, only short little phrases of love or a pet name usually. He wasn't one to be very knowledgeable about different languages. English had been good enough for him thus far, why change? Purhaps with the Marino's in Crimson Dreams he would eventually learn Italian, but Ehno and Savina where both very fluent in his own native language so he didn't see a reason to learn. If he ever met an Italian wolf he would simply call one of the Marino siblings and everything would be taken care of.




At the mention of the heard he simply nodded. Why would he go looking for them! Was he looking for a death wish. As it was explained that he was 'looking for another one' he concluded that this Heath person was actually going to try and catch a second horse. His eyes looked at the smaller male questioningly, "Not very far, why don't I show you where I saw them and you can explain this whole living with horses thing. How do you catch them? How do you calm them down enough to ride them?" Motioning for Heath to follow he started back over the hill he had jsut came from, but not before his hand brushed lightly over the knife at his waist for reassurance. If the heard got to close at least he would be able to protect himself. Maybe Heath knew how to avoid getting run over.

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A monster perhaps. Heath thought as he wondered what sort of creature gave birth to the male that took his hand in greeting. A giant. Heath had heard that stories, human stories. But there could be giants of the wolf kind, maybe ones that produced the towering male. Heath hardly came to the male’s shoulders. It made him think instantly of advantages and how he would fight such a beast if need be. It was only instinct and habit to think of it, a survival skill. Run Heath concluded. If the male turned on him he would simply run his hybrid ass out of here. But the male gave a friendly face and a tone that spoke of a becoming acquaintance. “French, my native tongue.” Heath answered as he looked up at the yellow eyes that pierced his softer honey gaze. The tattoo that accented the other’s face caught his eyes and held it there. He would ask the male about it, the design intrigued him.

“It means ‘light’ in this language.” The common speech was Heath’s second, but he felt as if he spoke it was ease. “I’d appreciate that.” He spoke with eyes wandering off into the distance. He had to walk quickly to keep up with the long strides of the taller male. The roan mare followed, though at a distance, still unsure of the Dreamer. Heath began to fall into a brisk gate that eased his worries. A smile even came as he explained. “If they run, then I am at a loss. But if they have stopped to graze, the mare will help he get close.” Heath had done so before, yet his intention was only to look and see rather then pick and gather. “They can be docile, yet the rope will help in the persuasion.” Another grin came as he thought of it.

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As they walked along silence loomed over them momentarily, but not so momentarily enough not to be filled with thought. Heath was a strange looking creature. Thin and gangly looking with long, but oh so fragile, limbs sticking out of his stick like form. He was sure that Lumière would put up a better fight then this stringy critter. He had the markings of a wolf but his appearance was different in some strange but common way. Coyote hybrids weren't that uncommon. Wolves and coyotes had been fighting for ages and yet they still managed to produce offspring. It was a war that Jazper would never understand. After all, he was raised away from all this prejudice in a place where he could grow and be taught by just his parents. Lucky for him they had good values and morals. Imagine where he would be if they were crazy and thought themselves better then everyone else. That just wouldn not do.




He walked silently as Heath began to explain about the horses. So the key was to catch them when they were relaxed? Off guard? Nodding he began to understand, or think he understood, that taming a horse was much like hunting deer, just without eating it. He didn't understand how hte rope would help them. Heath would probably use it to restrain one of the beasts somehow. The scent that he now knew of as horses filled his nose and he brought a finger up to his mouth in a silencing motion to the smaller male. As the two walked over the hill sure enough the herd stood calm, silent. The odd noise erupting out of one of the horses as if to talk to each other. Naturally this was stupid because horses couldn't talk, could they? "Well,"
He whispered, "There they are."

xD silly Heathbar!
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Heath never enjoyed thinking about what he was the product of. The two halves that came together to make him whole had been as violent and destructive as they were meek and fragile. His mother was one that would have been loving and no less then an angel. While he father was the opposite, a devil in Heath’s mind. He was part of each, two sides that clashed and made him unstable at times. It took his short life to manage the ups and downs that his hybrid form sent him through. But, as the giant was just that, the coywolf had not chosen what shape to take. The roan had chosen him, Ruri sang to him and held his heart even if neither of them understood how or why, and his pack accepted him.

The Dreamer walked beside him in silence, and Heath did not miss the chatter of voices. It was easy to stride along side him, even if his legs needed to walk twice as fast, it seemed like they shared a similar energy. Calm, silent, relaxed. Gold eyes looked at the midnight male, nodding as he saw the notice to stay quiet. With the incline Heath began to make a plan, but as the herd came into sight he was unsure of what to do. Heath gave Jazper a sideways glance before looking at the gathering of hoofed beasts. Biting his lip thoughts ran through his brain, and before he knew it he was moving down the hill. The giant Dreamer could follow if he wanted, but Heath could not wait. His eyes had fallen on the darkest of horses. A black stallion, large at the shoulders but with eyes as quiet as a doe. The rope came from his chest, the loop hanging from his hand. He had seen it in pictures, and he wondered why he wouldn’t be able to do it too.

Slow, letting his scent creep through the resting herd Heath managed with the presence of the roan mare stalk towards him. The stallion stirred, and raised his head high in interest and dominance. Lumière paused, and instead of taking notice the coywolf turned the rope again and again in his hand and then the moment he got too close and the horse had enough and chose to run Heath let the rope loose. There was tension on the other end, and Heath looked at it with the realization that he had indeed caught his target. Before another thought could run to his mind his arms felt the pull. Paws clutched Heath moved with the rope, but his weight was not enough for the power of the horse attached to the lasso. He felt the ground before he knew he fell, and with the fall came the grass and dirt that he dragged against.

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The sight was quite amazing to the ebony male. His golden eyes stared wide, still in awe of the creatures before him. There was so many, all slightly different then the last in one was or another. They where a pack, much like his own. A new sense of appreciation slowly was building for these great creatures. They were so majestic as a team, everyone moved together, ran and ate together. That was a way a family was meant to be. He turned his head to Heath, who was preoccupied with staring out at the herd. As he followed the smaller males path of sight his own golden orbs caught sight of the mighty black stallion that heath had picked out. He wasn't going to try and catch the thing was he? But he recognized the look in the boys eyes, the instant wish to have what was before him. Purhaps it was the same look he got when he looked at a Savina's family.




To the Knight's surprise Heath started towards the beast. He almost laughed to himself, that horse was huge compared to the small male that wished to master it. With the rope moving in his larger hands Jazper's smile grew. He really did expect to stop the beast from running if it wanted to. His interest grew the closer Heath got to the stallion, who by now had taken notice to his visitor and was staring him down. Finally the horse leaped away and the rope went flying and landed around its thick neck. As Jazper had predicted Heath's mass was no match for the black horse and his figure was dragged along in the grass. Quickly as the Heath had thrown the rope the warrior was running down to the other male. "Hold on!" he called as he jumped in front of Heath and grabbed the rope, letting his own body hit the grass. Unlike the smaller male Jazper's weight stopped the stallion in its tracks. Turning to look at the wolf behind him he said in a hasty voice, "I've got him from here. Why don't you calm him down." The stallion was still frantically trying to find a way out of his hold.

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Black and tan hands gripped the rope, like the jaws of an alligator they had closed and nothing was going to open them. The tawny coy-wolf, gold eyes shut, could only hold on as the beast pulled him first to the ground and then across it. There was pain, and yet the tolerant beast took the hurt and would not let go.

When the voice came to him Heath opened his eyes, and then as if a answer to his wish the Dreamer rushed after him and took hold of the rope. The giant’s body landed on the ground and Heath no longer moved against the dirt. Dazed, he could hardly lift himself from the ground, but with the encouragement of Jazper Heath was able to let the rope fall from his grip and attempt to work his horse whispering magic. Not that it had worked so far. A hushed and quick, “okay…” was breathed and then the small male approached the horse from the side.

The black coated beast stood uneasily. And Heath spoke to him with a cooing hushed voice. He placed a light tones paw low on his neck, softly to get the stallion used to it. The black hooves pawed on the ground but no longer lunged against the rope. With a glance and a wave of his soot-furred paw Heath gesture to let up on the rope and allow for a small bit a lag. He wanted to see what the beast would do, if he would try to bolt once more. Lumière walked towards him, having keep her distance as he fumbled and made his mistakes. The mare caught the stallion interest, and black eyes looked at the merle horse but still did not test the rope.

Again Heath “woh’d” him, hoping to sooth the unease felt in his form. Long dark face turned at the sound of the other wolf, eyes peering down at the large canine. Curious it seemed.