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12-17-2007, 10:39 PM
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indent The blonde had finished up his tasks for the day (with the borders closed, he had no reason to worry about strangers) and had taken down a large hare after surprising it. It had been the first thing he had killed with his own hands in the past few weeks, and he was carrying it by the hind legs. There had been little blood—he had snapped its neck with one solid motion. Shaking snow from his shoulders, the red-eyed male had not yet noticed the woman he was approaching.
12-17-2007, 10:44 PM
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12-17-2007, 10:54 PM
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indent Now he noticed her; a skinny woman with a faint smile on her face. The woman’s voice came next, speaking a foreign tongue. It was not one he knew, but he did recognize its country of origin. Her English was broken and heavily accented, and he offered her a friendly smile.
“Bonjour,” he offered, wagging his tail once to show he was friendly. “I’m sorry, je ne sais pas Italian. I only know French and German.”
12-17-2007, 10:59 PM
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12-17-2007, 11:05 PM
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indent He liked her. This was in part to the fact that she reminded him of Europe, and the thick accents and crowded streets. She neared, and he gave another shudder to remove the snow from his coat. It was piling up in his dreadlocked hair, as it had been doing since it began. “Ahren de le Poer,” he smiled, his own mixed accent coming out in a breath of steam. “Care to get out of the cold? I live over there,” he pointed towards a patch of trees, marred only by the ramshackle cabin (if one could call it that) he had built.
12-17-2007, 11:13 PM
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12-17-2007, 11:20 PM
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indent They began to walk, and she spoke in that broken English as they moved. Pulling the door open, he moved inside and offered her a seat on the small bench constructed out of a felled tree. The building itself was very small, with one medium room in which they now stood, and two smaller offshoots on either side. Grabbing a length of twine, he quickly wrapped up the rabbits hind legs as he responded to her. “I have a son here, Jasper.” He spoke slowly, as if this might help make things easier. “Are you hungry?” He asked, hanging the rabbit up on a branch inside the building. A fire was soon lit in the small fire pit in the center of the room, in order to fend of the cold outside.
12-17-2007, 11:26 PM
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12-17-2007, 11:40 PM
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indent Drawing his knife, Ahren cut the rabbit down the belly, yanking the skin off in one solid yank. He put the skin aside, planning to deal with it later. Walking to a nearby shelf, he ran his eyes along the jars in place. Most were Misery’s (used in apothecary work) though several were his own. Tobacco and marijuana, several other useable herbs. Pulling a small metal pot from the same shelf, he stepped outside for a moment to fill it with fresh snow before putting it on the fire, alongside the rabbit.
“I hope you like tea,” he said with a smile.
12-17-2007, 11:48 PM
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12-17-2007, 11:57 PM
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indent Ahren had lived like this long before he had gone to Europe; very little had changed in his patterns. Curling his toes slightly, he settled on another small bench. “It doesn’t compare to Europe, I’m sure,” he said with certain knowledge. “But its better then anything else around here.” Except perhaps the den he had lived in while Chimera still stood. Though underground, it barely felt like it. Before he had left, he had made a point to close it off and hide it. Just in case. “How old is your son?” He asked, rolling a cigarette.
12-18-2007, 12:03 AM
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12-18-2007, 12:20 AM
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indent Everyone had a long lost lover. Ahren had Matinee, who for all he knew was in North America now. He doubted it though, though he did not doubt they would see each other again. He wore her ring and would until he was given reason not to. A dark tipped ear perked at her words, and while the language barrier was there, it was not as terrible as he expected. He gathered enough to understand her. “Nearly a year,” he said, putting his hand above the pot of water. It was not warm enough yet, but he took the time to turn the rabbit over.
12-20-2007, 01:20 AM
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12-21-2007, 05:18 PM
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indent He nodded at her comment, finished rolling the cigarette, and placed it aside in order to dry. The water had begun to produce small bubbles, signaling to him that it was warm enough. Tea was something that while easy enough to make, though mixing herbs was a process of trial and error. Of course, having grown up with apothecaries and learned some of their ways, he was well enough aware of what herbs did what. The pot was moved away, left to have the herbs to soak, and he deemed the rabbit done. Removing it, his hands worked quickly, ripping the carcass in half and giving one to her.
“What part of Italy are you from?” He asked before ripping into the meat.
12-27-2007, 01:51 PM
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01-02-2008, 09:31 AM
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indent A few more bites finished off his meal, stripped to the bone. He put the scraps into the fire and rose, moving to grab two saucers from the same shelf of odds and ends. “I saw the Vatican once,” he commented as he began to strain the tea. “But never went further north then that.” Extending one of the would-be cups, he took his seat again, drank some of the tea, and continued speaking. “It was beautiful,” he added quietly, eyes growing cloudy with the memories of the place (what few there were).
01-02-2008, 11:48 AM
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