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- Grayson - 08-10-2008 [- Dated...whenever is most convenient. :x -] It was warmer today. The late morning sky was broken into pieces of thin abalone cloud and stretches of dilute blue. A soft breeze that smelled of the ocean rustled the fields of wild abandoned grape yards. Grayson remained amid the borderlands, unhurriedly looping his way into Dahlia's heart and taking in the sights as he did so. His was a crawling pace, as he was forced to stop for rest breaks often. He didn't mind this. He had survived the game and was accepted into this new pack, which would serve as an acceptable base or refuge, for now. He didn't know how long he was going to stay, but at least he was here. Not dead, not even significantly incapacitated...save for the numbness which remained in his left hand, and the naturally-formed walking stick he had to use. Here was also better than there. When the area relinquished itself to forest, Gray paused near a big tree on the fringe and leaned his lean optime body against the cinnamon bark, strong arms crossed loosely over his chest as not to press unduly hard on the bandages. Warm chestnut eyes gazed out at the rolling, once cultured vineyards before he closed them, allowing the sun to wash his weary features. This place felt good. And yet...he missed the mountains. - Haku Soul - 08-11-2008 ooc; I'd like to have this happen after the war thread. Easier and bleh bleh! ic; The time of the day did not matter. The weather did not matter. Nothing really did. Yet, he went on as usual, and nothing came through the thick walls and the mask that hid every god damn feeling that raged inside of him. He had ripped off the bandages already. He did not give shit. He looked terrible. He had indeed been beaten up properly, but he had not let it go without scratches for the other parts either. Instead of sitting alone with it all, he was moving about, currently following the scent of the possibly newest member of Dahlia. He had left the apothecary and newcomer in an immature way, but he did give a shit. He was simply himself, and cared nothing of what other may would think of his actions. Half the inhabitants of ’Souls had already made a decision already. Rapist and murderer. Whoppee. The other man was by the vineyards. His walking was slightly clumsy due to his back leg. Else from that there were scratches and injuries everywhere. He would never look the same. He padded slower, blue eyes with pink edges after no sleep at all. Life was hell. Ey, Gray, how is it going? He shouted it out and simply set down, hoping the male would come to him and not the other way around. He could not sleep, could not eat, could not breathe. Nothing. Hopefully the newcomer could entertain him a bit. . - Grayson - 08-11-2008 Grayson's ears pricked and his lids parted, revealing the dirt-brown orbs that seemed heavily shadowed no matter the day, sunk deep in their sockets. The trim, earthy figure could only be Haku...not exactly someone he had expected to meet today or, in fact, any day in the near in the future. He hesitated, then grabbed his walking stick and limped down the slope to where the man was sitting. After a moment of impassively taking in the other's injuries, Grayson stiffly lowered himself into a seated position a few feet away and lay his stick parallel to his side in the grass. Clearly Haku had gotten himself in a bit of a skirmish, if such a light word could be applied. Judging from what little he had gleaned during their last foggy encounter, Grayson was not particularly surprised. "You look like hell," came the perhaps anticipated reply, as often used as it is by those who fear not the repercussions of blatantly obvious statements. Gray may have been haggard and a few solid weeks out from a complete recovery, but Haku here was thrashed - death thrice warmed over. "Pick th'fight yourself?" Said in a nonchalant sort of way. The ash Luperci grinned halfheartedly at him. - Haku Soul - 08-20-2008 [html]
- Grayson - 09-04-2008 {It is rather delicious ain't it? Cwm is awesome. Yours is beautiful too...and don't apologise for the wait. ^^} "It is well," Grayson replied with a tinge of awkwardness, not quite understanding Haku's slang. "So your blood and the blood of your beloved and your hated has spilt and mixed on the ground," he muttered. "Unhappy. Though I trust...it was good business? Is the task finished? Or is more flesh to be sacrificed?" If the higher-ranking male had not wanted to talk about his pack's conflict, Grayson didn't pick up on whatever hints may have been dropped, or perhaps didn't care. This was to be his new home, at least for a while. He had to know everything pertinent. The names of the land's enemies. Their enemies. His enemies. He'd fight them as long as he called Dahlia de Mai home, for a home, no matter how...contorted, no matter how bastardized, was still a place worth protecting. The ashen wanderer absently scratched at a corner of his bandage, finding the swathes uncomfortable and counting down the minutes to the day he'd be able to rip them off his body. - Haku Soul - 09-23-2008 [html]
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