{AW} Remnants

Kostya Arsov · 11-02-2011, 06:22 PM

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WC:000+ OOC: Kostya is in optime form, takes place around Sunrise, back-dated to the 27th of October.

Kostya strolled down the street at a leisurely pace, unwilling to subject his paws to more abuse from fast travelling when he was in no rush. Instead he took his time and travelled slowly, taking in the unfamiliar and fascinating scenery of the old, derelict, human city as he walked. In many ways Kostya was less in tune with the wisps of humanity many wolves seemed affected by. Far from making him uninterested in humans and their creations the degree of separation made them all the more fascinating to him.

Which was why he was now taking a detour back into Halifax rather than heading back up north to his den. Instead he was strolling down the ruined street, watching the sunrise as it peeked over the horizon in a vibrant display of orange, the distant buildings making for an interesting skyline compared to the forests and plains he normally saw.

As he walked Kostya started to hum. It was an old Russian tune that he couldn’t remember the words to, sung to him long ago by his mother in a language he could barely remember anymore. He had forgotten the words but the tune always stuck with him, it was a remnant of happier days, before he and his parent were forced to flee across Europe.

Before his parents died.

And so, humming happily to himself, Kostya walked onwards, wondering what the city would bring to him.

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Tayui Aston · 11-03-2011, 05:26 PM

*CLAIMS THIS THREAD* 8O

WHEE. Big Grin

I have been wanting to thread with you since you joined. 8D Oh, and Tayui is in her lupus form. :3

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[/html] Tayui had been keeping close to the southeast part of the peninsula since her meeting with her comrades. She knew she wasn't ready to venture farther north quite yet, and so, she had decided it would be safer to remain here. Despite news of a war, Tayui was confident remaining here until her plan was ready was a better idea than hatching it prematurely and ruining it. She had heard of the many crimes committed between three packs, all of which she never would have thought to go to war. Once she'd found out, she'd inquired about the status of her son -- was he alive? Dead? Missing? -- but to no avail. She'd ventured to AniWaya a few days ago and was able to track him down. She'd howled for him and he came quickly to greet her. He had smelled different and she'd nearly cried seeing him so hurt and damaged. But after it was all done, she felt better knowing he was still alive.

It made her wonder how much more alive she was. She wanted to feel something, but she was having trouble connecting with others. Everything felt so distant, and now, it felt like her sons and her comrades were the only ones she had left. She'd alienated herself from her friends and this was where it got her. She liked to think of this often because the idea of losing them hurt so much: it was masochistic and it was inevitable because her mind had a horrible habit of wandering.

So, as she meandered through the streets of Halifax, she let her mind wander again. She wanted to explore some of the houses and see if there was anything she could salvage. While she figured they'd already been torn apart by luperci, there had to be something someone didn't grab or something that didn't have any value to them.

Curiosity was another devil that lived within her. So, when she saw another wolf walking through the streets, she felt compelled to call out for him. She could smell him better than she could see him; the failing sun made it difficult to discern much more than a blurry figure in the distance.

She figured that if her comrades needed more men it couldn't hurt to say hello. She let out a quick yip and then trotted closer.

"Hey! Hello!" she shouted after the wolf. She stayed a good six metres away from the wolf, not wanting to startle him. She approached cautiously, keeping her tail held high and her ears swiveled forward. [html]

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Kostya Arsov · 11-05-2011, 03:04 PM

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WC:000+ OOC: =3

Kotsya's ear twitched to the side as he heard somebody call out a greeting. He hadn't been expecting to meet anybody this early in the morning so he turned his head curiously in the direction the sound had come from. He saw that the wolf that had called him was a fairly large white and tan wolf that seemed to be staying a fair distance from him.

Kostya regarded the other wolf curiously, internally debating what to do; the locals around this area seemed very outgoing compared with those he had seen elsewhere, who we're generally more cautious and likely to avoid one another, and it was something he was still adjusting to slightly. However he didn't have a particular task he had planned to do today and the friendliness of the wolves was something that he was starting to appreciate so he rose an arm in greeting, calling out to the other wolf.

"'Hey there." As he called he slowed his pace greatly, silently inviting the other wolf to walk alongside him, but not making any move to approach the other wolf himself.

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Tayui Aston · 11-06-2011, 08:29 PM

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[/html] Once he acknowledged her, Tayui trotted a bit closer to better speak with him. She didn't like standing so far away if she could help it because it stung of scorn. That being said, she was horribly uncomfortable being too close to someone else. She liked to keep a bit of a distance since she knew any fleet-footed wolf would be able to take her down fairly quickly. So, with all these social constructions, she moved closer bearing an almost-smile for the male.

As he turned to greet her, she recognized a slash of violence that stretched across the side of the male's muzzle. The telltale sign of a history of conflict was not unknown to Tayui, for until recently, she had borne her own physical scar. Although it had healed, her one eye was still a pale red: a consequence of the encounter.

He replied calmly and quickly, and so Tayui took this as an opportunity to pounce.

"I can smell that you're a loner, like me. I don't usually go around pestering folks, but if I see a fellow vagabond, I try to say hello. It's good to cultivate a few connections to keep yourself out of trouble," she said. "I'm Noir," she added as an introduction. If she was lucky, he would potentially consent to raiding some houses for books and possibly some other plots she had brewing.
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Kostya Arsov · 11-07-2011, 12:43 PM

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OOC here.

Kostya took a quick glance sideways as the other wolf approached, the low light having made it slightly hard to see at a distance. His eyes lingered a split second on the odd colouration of her right eye but he did not mantion it out loud, instead studying the females stance, which was unaggressive to his eyes, aided my the half-smile the female was displaying.

The females scent seemed to confirm that she was a loner like himself, which put some of his ever present worries regarding pack wolves to rest. Smiling, Kostya returned her greeting, "I'm Kostya, nice ta' meet ya' Noir." His hand twitched as though to offer a handshake before his brain caught up and reminded him that the other wolf was in Lupus form, so instead he inclined his head briefly."Sounds like a sensible idea, I've met a couple'a decent wolves jus' wanderin'." Kostya could certainly see the sense in getting to know a lot of wolves, it helped to have somebody to fall back onto if you were in trouble.

Kostya took a quick look around, the sun had almost finished rising above the horizon now and he could feel its heat soaking pleasantly into his dark fur, he was tempted to stop and bask for a while, and would probably have done so if he had been alone. Instead he kept walking at a slow pace, attempting to start a conversation with the other wolf to pass the time, "So, what brings ya' ta' Halifax then? M' havin' a look 'round m'self, seein' if I can find anythin' interestin' that hasn't already been looted." As he finished talking he gestured with a jerk of his head towards a pile of rubble that was once a house, which has clearly been pulled down and stripped clean by looters long before he had arrived.

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