[P] Our words will outlast our minds
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AUSPICIUM

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⟿ Word Count: [400+]

⟿ Date: 6th Nov

⟿ Time: 12pm

⟿ Form: Secui

Auspicium woke up feeling like usual, for him, it seemed like this day would go on just like the others. He would wake up as soon as the sunbeams touched the land, to head out of his 'comfortable' den in the howling caverns to hunt rodents or maybe something slightly bigger, then proceed to somewhere in the Halcyon mountain to collect whatever interesting things wildlife had to offer.


And so he did, but the zepar only managed to follow the 'waking up early' part of the equation. It was almost noon and the silvery secui hadn't managed to catch something for himself, his hunts would end in him having to catch his breath after what seemed hours of chasing his prey; his hunting skills weren't as refined as the one of an average wolf, this was due to the fact that most of his time was spent on scavenging and similar activities of the like, but after the months he had spent practicing he would expect he had the same amount of luck as anybody else. It felt as if his stomach would rumble harder each time he missed the opportunity of a relatively easy catch, along with the strong sense of frustration which didn't seem would leave him alone in a very long time.


At last, he was able to catch three squirrels for himself, which had left him more tired than ever. He was fairly toned, not quite muscular but used to traveling long distances and always being on the move, though the chasing hunting involved was something he was slowly getting used to; from his early memories, he was only used to a much slower pace with the few exception of some reduced, emergency-type scenarios. The never-ending chase he had done that morning led him somewhere near the edges of Dawn's Breath, a place perfect for him to lay down and enjoy the small meal in between the bushes.


The pearly, but now stained due to the poor care he gave to his pelt, secui was finishing the remains of his meal. He had almost no desire to get back on his feet to hunt again as he still remained tired and unmotivated from his last attempts, so he contemplated staying in the creaky hills to concentrate on whatever philosophical contemplation stumbled upon his feet, or mind. Maybe he would stand up later and continue feeding himself by any means possible, maybe he would remain undisturbed until nightfall forced him to return to the howling caverns; it was now up for destiny to decide.

"Speech". Thinking.


GONE LIKE THE WAVES AND THE WIND YOU BREATHE

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Anathema, land of chaos, was slowly filling with visitors from surrounding packs. Their expeditions were a success it seemed, at least somewhat. Some of the packs were unresponsive to their invitation for a new beginning. Greed could do nothing more but scoff at them for their missed opportunity. Anathema was slowly evolving from mischief and chaos to something much deeper. Meaning. Where once they had no clear path, they now held some structure and Greed planned to strengthen it. The Keshi, meant to be Anathema's first line of defense if chaos ensued, was being built and molded into the heads' vision of it. Soon, nothing could stop them.

Their work would wait until their visitors returned to their respective packs. For now, it was about forming bonds, making allies, building a new beginning. Today, the pack prepared for the festivities that were to be had, all of which the Twilight king looked forward to. Tonight, he would relax. He was to be mated in a few days and couldn't be happier. The bonfire served as the perfect atmosphere to propose to Lust properly, instead of in the heat of passion. The umber Lykoi smiled softly as he ran, taking a route he frequently did during his runs. He had a the makings of a fine evening in the bag on his back, he just needed a place for quiet contemplation away from the ruckus of the village.

He ended at a place he spent a lot of time at when he was younger, Dawn's Breath. It was a nice place to come and think, though it seemed somebody had beaten him there. Auspicium, who he hadn't had the honor of getting to know, sat in Secui form among the jagged edges of the beautiful shoreline. With no hesitation, Greed came to sit beside Auspicium, turning his head to grin over at the cloudy male. Without a word, the king removed his bag and retrieved a flask to take a drink. It's a beautiful place isn't it? Why aren't you getting to know our neighbors? It took a lot of work getting them here. Greed teased, before relaxing onto the mossy earth, leaning back and holding himself up with one arm.
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AUSPICIUM

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⟿ Word Count: [400+]

⟿ Date: 6th Nov

⟿ Time: 12pm

⟿ Form: Secui

Auspcium had watched as the Anatheman territory slowly overflowed in wolves from the different packs of the land of the Bleeding Souls, which he, of course, wasn't entirely aware of. He had gone to the bonfire and gave the occasional greeting to a foreigner or two, but beyond from that, the wolf continued his usual routine as if there were no strangers in the territory. Of course, he was planning to participate in much more meaningful interactions during the planned events, or if any canine wanted to conduct a trade with him, and maybe even out of personal interest if it came to be. He considered Anathema's newly acquired character towards other packs interesting, stirring, though it would be hard for the zepar to indulge himself in the new ways unless the members of the foreign packs made contact with him first.


Once the wolf was done with his meal he caught a glimpse of one of his packmates approaching him. Auspicium knew the hybrid's name was Greed after moons of sharing the same territory with him, but he had no memories of ever sharing even the slightest conversation with him. Without saying a word Greed sat right beside him, and after offering a grin he opened a flask, immediately filling the secui's nostrils with the particular stench of alcohol.


Alcohol was one of the things forbidden to consume within his old pack, wolves were only allowed to possess it as long as they swore to trade it and not consume it. He didn't exactly know why, but those were the rules he was taught as a pup. He watched as Greed took a drink from the flask but didn't comment anything, knowing consuming the substance was more than allowed in Anathema. Then his packmate directed some words at him, in the form of a friendly tease, which he didn't mind. "It is a very beautiful place", he answered first. Dawn's Breath was nothing like Halcyon, his favorite spot for hunting and collecting, but it sure was worthy of appreciation. "I have not had the chance to talk with them, but I am sure you will not get to know them too if you stay here to rest." The silvery wolf answered with his common disuse of contractions, not being well aware of how far from home the foreigners were.


The zepar only knew about two packs: his own and Vinátta, which he attempted to join before Anathema. He knew how far away from his new home the Vikings' old territory was and wondered if the foreigners came from such distant lands too. "But perhaps you could be right." Auspicium added at last.

"Speech". Thinking.


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