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- Jael Soul - 08-06-2009 [html]
- Anselm de le Poer - 08-07-2009 [html] http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s304 ... -table.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-bottom:235px; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#000000; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#FDBC43; line-height:16px">Whee, I wanted a thread with Jael! o: I even was thinking it might be cool if he apprenticed Anselm with the spying/scouting stuff, or something. Let me know if you're interested. ------There were only three times Anselm found taking the life of another to be acceptable: for sustenance, for self defence, and for the protection of home and family. In the back of his mind he always knew he was in the minority in Inferni for these convictions--the sheer number of skulls dotting their perimeter was evidence enough of that--but the hybrid had a tendency to hold on to whatever shaky, vague morals he had steadfast. Unprovoked attacks on other canines were half-baked schemes that hinted at the aggressor's lack of foresight: if Inferni stirred up too much dust, they'd be hit by a flood of aggression from the families and friends of their victims. Not even loners were exempt from this rule. He could quite vividly recall being charged by the towering and powerful Asmodai, who'd stumbled upon his friend's corpse in the city. Soro hadn't answered to any pack in the region, but it was dumb luck that Anselm hadn't been engaged in a brutal fight with the fallen one's companion anyway. ------Regardless, the golden male certainly found the scene unravelling before him rather intriguing. Perched atop a small boulder laying down, he peered with intense curiosity as a white, wolfish looking adolescent carrying Inferni's scent hand fed a crow. Instantly he was reminded of Abraxas, and even the bird he sometimes saw with Gabriel. "Friend of yours?" he called suddenly as he rose to his feet atop the rock. Lowering into a bow, the wolf stretched his front legs first, toes splayed apart then coming together as he straightened and arched his back down to stretch his hind legs. He now leapt from his position, landing neatly on the ground in a crouch before advancing closer for conversation. A black-tipped ear flicked as he peered up to regard the obsidian bird before returning his gaze to his company. "Having eyes in the sky can gain us a powerful, discreet informant," he added. ------"I can't speak low-speech, though; can you?" he wondered. Maybe if the boy couldn't, Gabriel could teach him. Heck, maybe Gabriel could teach them both. Abraxas, a deranged red fox, had always been the best the wolfish-looking hybrid could do. The canine still spoke in a manner Anselm could comprehend, but he lacked Inferni's scent and could go poking around deep in enemy territory without being too suspicious--hardly anybody cared about or suspected a fox. Still, the red-eyed male hadn't seen his quirky friend since he'd left... he'd turn up sooner or later, though, as he always did. "Anselm de le Poer, by the way..." What was this boy's name? This had to be one of the wolfish kids of Gabe's brother he'd heard about; of that he was now certain. - Jael Soul - 08-08-2009 [html]
- Anselm de le Poer - 08-09-2009 [html] http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s304 ... -table.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-bottom:235px; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#000000; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#FDBC43; line-height:16px"> ------While Jael's borderline emaciated form may have once concerned him, Anselm had come to accept "extra thin" as the standard for Inferni. Several others had always struck him as underweight: Samael, Hybrid, maybe even Talitha. The wolf had gone so far as to offer part of his kill to the former so long ago, though he'd been turned down. Similarly, though the limp carcass of the rabbit hung nearby, Jael made no move to claim what was rightfully his. Why would the Arctic male bother procuring bribes for a bird that was not even an informant? Anselm had always been rather greedy with his food, eating quickly and in such quantity that suggested he knew all too well the trials of famine. Rather than dwell upon it, though, he was content to move on to the bigger and better things at hand. If they were still alive, something had to be working out for them. ------The bird had flown away, and he watched it as it vanished into the foliage of the treetops. "Such creatures hold few loyalties, at any rate..." he offered. "It is best we rely on ourselves." The lesser creatures of the forest lacked the instinctual ties to the pack and family that they held dear, and as such they were prone to vanishing without warning. They had their own priorities--finding mates, raising children, possibly migrating for the harsh winters they were not equipped to endure. Anselm always considered whatever information he could glean from Abraxas as a free bonus, not a given. ------He nodded at the fiery-eyed boy's questions: "Correct on both accounts. It's good to meet you, Jael," he answered. The words spoken were in truth, too: Anselm liked keeping tabs on Inferni's internal affairs as much as the foreign ones. That meant knowing who belonged there and who didn't, what everyone looked like, their basic skill sets, and knowing their scents to keep track of how often they were even around at home (versus gallivanting off through the country side). This was an inherent prejudice built into him--excursions away from home were to be generally limited to gathering information and resources, otherwise it was best to be on call in case of emergency. If even half of their membership base was away at any given time, they would be much more vulnerable to a full on assault. Being around the Dampwoods, Arachnea's Revenge, Drifter Bay or Halifax was one thing, but what about Serena Reserve, the Trenches, or anything similarly distant? Howls might not even reach that far and it would take time to regroup, especially now that they couldn't even take a straight shot home (legally, at least), as Dahlia had laid claim to the breadth of the peninsula right up to Halifax. ------"Do you have similar aspirations?" he wondered further, easily spotting the same potential in Jael that Gabriel did. Anselm certainly wasn't opposed to passing on some of his techniques to the next generation--this was the first time he might have a pupil willing to learn the ways of the Machiavellian Sleuth. |