Looking at a mutating skyline

POSTED: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:26 pm

He heaved the thick strap onto his shoulder, the heavy contents causing it to slip every so many paces. Black-licked ears folded to take in the sounds behind him, and for a moment he thought he was not alone. Was someone tracking him? He fought to keep his eyes forward, on the path ahead and not behind him. Where everything was wrong and everything was haunting him. The forest was quiet at his second note, but bright with a full unobstructed sun and no canopy to shade him. He would know if he was alone, know if anyone was behind him.

Ardoise could not leave the memories of Freetown to die and he could not help but feel like they were following him. Making sure for certain that he would never return. They did not need to be afraid of that... Regardless of his fear he would not give into the paranoia and let it rule him. With each inhale, each glance, and each twist of his ears Ardo gained knowledge from his surroundings, primitive as it might, it kept him safe and sane.

It was not a rare moment for the small traveling band to break apart and wander on their own as they each had their own desires and interests, but the lands they had entered were not so barren and wild as they had previously traveled. He pulled the bag back up onto his shoulder once more, reminding him of the pack horse and wagon he had left with Leo. Perhaps he had taken too much along with him for a solitary venture. Leo had his motives, as did his father. Ardoise was still working on his goals. Still unsure of what his true hopes were in this new life. Ideas swirled in his head, but they were far from a determined plan

He walked until the lands began to rise and he drew close to a large hill. Perhaps even large enough to be called a mount, such peaks could not be easily determined without true calculations. Adro took the position of the sun and the new landscape as a proper moment to take pause. Releasing the bag from his shoulder he took out the rustic gathering of pages and a wrapped ashen-pencil. Jotting down the notes of the environment his eyes and nose had acquired for him the Moineau found he had quite a journal of the surrounding area.

Burnt burgundy eyes looked about, finding the place suitable after a few moment's thought. Soon a fire was burning low but warm. He pulled a few other things from his bag, a clear bottle the furthest from his reach and his notes seated in his lap.

POSTED: Wed May 07, 2014 9:59 am

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It had been with great relief that Leonardo and himself had re-grouped with Ardoise; the Auditore taking their stuff over to the abandoned and derelict house among the mountains he and the darker male had located and laid claim too, a weight lifted from the Moineau's shoulders now that his life was settling, the roots forming in these lands beginning to grow strong. With a fond, indulgent smile he still rolled his eye's when he recalled how the typically withdrawn and stoic male turned into a cooing mess at the sight of his horses; although it had been decided that Adrianna and Buster were to be traded away; horses required too much time and energy to up keep, even with Leonardo's skill set, as such he'd had to work to persuade the other to see that it would be for the best to limit them all to one steed each, him re-claiming Viola, Narcisa sticking with Leonardo and Adorise was free to trade the old, worn down Adrianna for a more youthful steed.

Scratching lightly at Viola's neck, ruffling her pale mane a little, he shifted back, body rolling easily with the swaying motion as the mare moved confidently without guidance. The pockets of his trousers were gratefully heavy with cigarettes now, his mood vastly increased with at least one of his vices indulged in for now. His son was easy enough to track, a little predictable at times even; his slit eyes lifting and staring ahead to where his offspring was seated by a fire, the youths notes upon his lap. Yup, predictable was a way to describe the boy, that was for sure, although it was with pride he viewed his son's thirst and need for knowledge, not with the distaste and temptation to abuse as he would if he had seen behaviour patterns in someone else.

Drawing closer, he slid off from the giant mare's back, landing with an audible thud, the pale toned hybrid drawing himself up and slowly pushing the goggles that shielded his eyes up onto his forehead, rolling his shoulders wrapped in leather before turning to secure Viola's reigns, then making his way over to Ardoise.

“So what you thinking of this place, Ardy?”

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POSTED: Wed May 07, 2014 1:34 pm

It was not -hard- to know where they were, the lands were distinctly drawn by the water's line. Telling him that they were in Nova Scotia (named by the humans). But the exact location he stat upon was yet to be determined. Ardoise was no map maker, he was hardly a tracker either, but direction and distance was as instinctual as knowing how to hunt... He jotted it down in his package of notes.

The incessant gathering of facts easily jumbled up his thoughts, and it was a welcomed distraction. The male hadn't lived a horrible life, it in fact had been quite nice until recently. Still he wanted to forget, ignore, distract. He had learned all the lessons he could gather from those times, all neatly cataloged in his brain or on the pages of his journals. Still he felt the visions of his sister and his mother creep back slowly into the fringes of his thoughts. Bothersome, useless.

Ardo was shaken awake from his writing when he heard the horse approaching. The gray and black marked male remained still, frozen as he listened to the fall of hooves. From the tone it was the big mare his father rode, and he grew easy at the idea. The male stood at the sight of his leather clad sire, still holding his ash pencil and woven paper in hand. He looked down at them a moment, ear poised forward to take in the words of the fellow Moineau.

Closing the makeshift notebook his eyes studied the doggish hybrid, curious as to where he had been and what he had seen between their separation and now. Filled with woods and feeble towns. I haven't run into any Luperci since we camped together last. He sounded disappointed in the first statement and hide his relief in the second. A hand reached up to the silver chain that hung from his neck, tugging lightly as he thought. Hopeful that his father had more to give he asked, What have you witnessed? Any settlements in the south?

POSTED: Fri May 23, 2014 9:09 am

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Slit eyes stared at his son, their pale blues cold and still as he awaited for his son's assessment of the area; whilst his doggish ears and curled feature would indicate to a softer natured creature, that was far from the truth, the pale pelted Moineau was a hardened being deep within; burnt once by trusting in anyone else, never again. Even towards Ardoise he was lacking any external love or any form of affection towards his son upon the surface, which was not to say that he was unconcerned about the male's welfare, because if something were to happen to his son, he would be less than pleased. And still those eyes stared out, awaiting in an ever detached manner, his lack of interest retaining even as his son spoke of the lands and provided an answer to the question that he himself had asked.

Grunting in response, he stared blankly ahead for a moment before the inclination to respond and the appropriate words came to him. “They are around; as Leon said there are multiple packs, even more loners littering these lands, nosy and foolishly eager to approach and seek companionship of complete strangers” a grin began to spread across his maw, small at first, growing wider and more full of teeth after a moment, the Moineau relishing in the overly naive nature of the few he had crossed paths with so far. “Some of the packs seem more wise to stay clear of than others; Inferni, where our blood is supposed to lie is surrounded by wolf skulls, which any fool would see for the threat it was” oh he'd gone there to track down Brumaire, but that plan had been quickly revised upon sighting the decorated skulls in the distance.

“Leon was also right; that cabin was still free. It's a mess, but large, secure in location with connections to enclosed caves beneath the mountain. Only complaint from him was about the horses up there, but I figure that's what he is addressing now as we speak” distraction struck him, his mind withdrawing and his eyes looking out without seeing, thoughts once more delving into the place that was soon to be home; it needed a lot of work, but it was theirs and had the basic elements of everything he had informed Leon that he desired.

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POSTED: Fri May 23, 2014 10:00 am

The look on his father's face was nothing new. Ardoise was familiar with the male's lack of expression, and his lack of interest in the details that Ado had written down in his notes. They would come in handy in the future, even in the far future rather then the near. The younger Moineau was certain of that, and did not waste the words of his tongue on benevolent ears. Instead he was eager to learn what things his father had to tell him, stripped of frills as they might be. Such thing only weighed them down.

Even as his father spoke the male stole a moment to write the note of the Inferni clan down on his paper. The silver wolf would need to need to explore the place, by stay a safe distance away as his father warned in his round-about way. Thankfully his son was not foolish enough to ignore it. Scribbling for just a second he then returned his gaze to his sire, relief filling him as he mentioned the cabin.

Leon knew the lands well, but his details were foggy at times and Ardoise had needed to question his memory more then once. But the black furred male was helpful without question. His knowledge of horses and his willingness to work with the animals as well as the father-son duo was worth his sometimes dull company and -at times- incorrect information.

Ardo turned to find his seat by the fire, it needed to be tended to. We will need to scout the neighboring packs. he returned, already thinking of the next steps that they would need to take to assure their safety in their new small settlement. That was his first priority. The condition of the cabin could be Leon's problem. As long as it was dry, he did not care. How close is it in proximity to this, Inferni? He asked, and then he added, We will need to find a source of trade near by, do you think any of the noisy and foolish have what we want? As he spoke he motioned to the bottle that he had seated beside the fire. His father knew what they both held valuable, different as their wants might be.

POSTED: Mon Jun 16, 2014 3:37 pm

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Rubbing at his face, he pushed back the over grown curls as he considered the question before answering, “It's close, but not on top of the clan. I doubt there will be any issue with the location, since it is situated well into neutral territory, yet close enough to several packs, which should prove useful for trade, if they are willing to work with us” thoughts racing, he gathered the information he had on the packs and general area to the front of his mind, “Weapons would be a good commodity, since ultimately it seems violence is still a core part of the packs within these lands, something that should be beneficial to exploit. Provide enough to benefit ourselves, but not too much that we draw attention to goods that they would desire to steal them for themselves” it was a fragile balance, trading with packs that had greater numbers and desired the goods they possessed.

“Although I suspect it would also be helpful to build up a rapport with each pack and some loners first, connection will be vital if we are to offer weapons and dangerous goods to these packs to harm each other with” they'd need back-up, allies or at least a minimal connection to rely upon to bribe for safety if there was a need for such. “Your thoughts on this?” it was only natural to get another opinion, less he missed something or overlooked an angle that his son's mind would latch onto.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 19, 2014 10:01 am

The idea of a threat stirred in his mind. Packs were dangerous. Their numbers making life for the small group difficult. Other's wanted them as partners, and others saw -them- as an enemy. Some would think them nothing, though Ardoise knew better then any of -them-. He knew that he didn't want to pair up with any established pack, unless they were like minded. He knew it would be rare to find any single beast that could stand beside he and his father, let alone an entire group. They were fools to believe that a pack leader might take them under their protection and deal with the coarseness of Nivosus and his ideals. Ardoise knew better.

He was happy to live as they did, for the time being, and move towards the security that this new home would bring them. Taking in the information he nodded. His mind delved into the realm his mind had been trained to maneuver through. Weapons are always good to have in stock. They likely feed themselves fine, the lands are plentiful enough. Food was scarce in the cities, and hunters held a thick stake in the market place in Freetown. Here would be different. Packs held land, and land houses prey and livestock. Ardo did not like handling livestock anyways, they were messy and better off in the hands of Leo.

Most must have at least a small weapon on their person when traveling, at least that would the smart thing to do. He often questioned the intelligence of others. Have you noticed if they use their feral form or not? That would affect their desires. Cannabis and tobacco are always easy to sell off, I have no doubts that their is a demand for them as well. Ardoise looked at the bottle beside him, his father's "appreciation" for such downers always in the back of his mind. Others would certainly appreciated them too.

The other goods, clothes and wool and leather. All of that could come from any haberdashery, and they did not have a tailor on hand either.

POSTED: Wed Jul 16, 2014 10:57 am

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Levelling a stare at his son, he gave the minuscule of inclines in agreement to the line of thought on feeding; there was a notable surplus here, where cities and human civilization was still scarce and far apart. A rather poor way to live, in his opinion, such pitiful creatures that they were, still clinging to old ways and beliefs, when cities and invention where clearly the way forward. With use of mind and innovation, the mundane tasks in everyday life became less and less consuming, freeing up time for other, more engaging pursuits.

It was only at the mention of feral forms did a true reaction come from the hybrid, a gradual, slow grin with intent and malice spreading it's way over his maw, the disgust at those who stuck to feral forms or lacked the capacity to even shift apparent in his every fibre of him in that moment. Four legs had their purpose, their use, but were demeaning in everyday life as far as he was concerned and no one would ever be able to sway his mind on this matter. “A few, all luperci” which is why they were left still breathing, the phase went unspoken, although conveyed in the pause that followed. “I'll ask Leonardo if we can set aside an area to start growing stock; he can likely set up the space, although I would not trust him with the actual gardening side of things” animals and crafting were Leonardo's strengths, the male lacking a green thumb completely.

Lifting a hand, he rummaged around in his pocket half way down his thigh, plucking free a rolled up sheet of paper, only marginally rumpled from it's time in there. “Here's a map to the cabin. Room closest to the one with the circle garden feature is mine, check with Leo to see if he's claimed anything, otherwise the rest are to your picking” tossing the piece over to Ardoise, he once more rummaged through his pockets, seeking out the rolled up tobacco he was certain he'd left in one of the pockets.

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POSTED: Thu Jul 17, 2014 8:52 am

Ardoise agreed. He almost always agreed with his father's thought. Almost. Where Nivosus was sharp around all his edges 'Doise had a few smooth edges. Curves to balance out the hard lines he could not budge on.

Leo would not be trusted to tend to the crops. Perhaps it was something that he could look up and study, and learn. It was a science and such things were as simple as a recipe. Steps to follow, a dose of this, a pinch of that. A soft hand. The male was meant for such work. Not the hard traveling and watching his tail for those that might be looking for him.

I will investigate it. he assured his father, looking at his face and nodding.

A dark hand took the page. To his eyes it was crumpled and a mess of lines and poor drawings. He softly huffed at the poor quality. Hiw own notes were treated like a close eyed whelp. Always delicate and too close to the chance of death then it was near true life. Alld books were that way.

His ears folded at the sound of Leo's name. Why did he get a first pick? but the male didn't speak the question aloud. What he would do is simply take what he wanted and not make a fuss of it. He and Leo did not have the same tastes. The gray male just nodded. Happy, at the least, that they had a place to claim as their own.

Black fingers touched the silver that hung from his neck, one of the few things that told him of his past life. His prosperous life. Now he sat in the dirt. He then leaned towards the fire, plucking the cool end of a flamed stick and brought it towards the other male. Allowing him to light his cigarette.

POSTED: Fri Jul 18, 2014 10:03 am

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In silence he observed, noting the drop to the silver that adorned his heir's throat. Actions, more often than not, always had some reasoning behind them and it was wise to note such small gestures, to think how they incorporate into another's mind set, if they are tell of an action about to be taken. What had caused Ardoise to reach for the metal in that moment was unknown to Ardoise, his son foreign to him as times as much as he was familiar.

So he let the matter slide, for now.

Leaning forward, he lit the cigarette from the fire offer, inhaling deeply for a moment before dropping the cigarette to the side, tapping it once lightly as he exhaled the smoke, posture relaxing as the inner turmoil that never showed settled, for a moment. Bringing the cigarette back up, he contemplated further what the issue with Ardoise was, growing more and more adamant that something was up, although it equally could of just been his imagination and looking too much into something that was nothing.

“Okay, spill. What the hell is bothering you?” a raised brow as he awaited an explanation, daring his son to deny that something was up, daring him to try lying to him.

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