cat and mouse

Liev Morozov · 01-28-2011, 02:31 PM

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Hai!

Naniko had told him there had been a widening on their boarders, and the moment he heard that, his sensitive curiosity arised. Now, it tingled on the back of his skull as the male walked on lands with the fresh scent of Anathema. It was so welcoming and warm. A smell completely different from his old pack, which smelled like snow, blood, fat and rust. Not that it wasn't welcoming, but it didn't get to the feet from Anathema's scent.

The Russian had been born to serve and protect his pack, don't matter which it was. And doing so, he felt complete. Whole. Like serving a pack was and had always been part of him. Those few months he spent as a wanderer, searching for this place, felt like he had been a ghost, a ghoul walking lost in the world. He killed, ate, traveled and slept, all for himself. It didn't have the same feeling it did when you were doing such things for a greater good besides yourself.

And even now, he made a point to know the territories of his new pack like the palm of his hand. And so he would, once he was done mapping these lands. Only a few details were missing, and that's what he was looking for.

Sand numbing lightly the paw pads of the Optime male, he held a compass in one hand, pieces of paper on the other, a sharp piece of hollow bone - taken from the ankle of the deer him, Nyx and Alaki had brought done not long ago - and a flask of ink hanging besides his flask on his leather belt. His sivery trumpet hanged over one of his shoulders. He wasn't sure why he was bringing int along, but he was. From time to time, he would stop, spread his sheets of paper, wet the tip of the bone pen on the ink, take out his compass and scribble down the landscape.

While skipping along some boulders, the gray man noticed a familiar black shadow. Theodore? What was he doing here all by himself. Through the few, short times they had spent together, the ex-General noticed this wasn't much of a thinker.

Carefully, the other slipped down and climbed up the few rocks, not being so careful about making too much noise; he wanted to be notied. Soon enough, both bulky males were departed by just a yard and a half.

"Theodore?" The foreigner spoke with his deep, accented voice. Slowly, he sat down besides the other male, but not so close. He could tell when someone did not wish to be so close from another. "Good afternoon." The other spoke, solemnly, and stared at the sea, like the other was doing, hoping to see if there was something intersting out there, or if the Marbas was just daydreaming or something. Which did not sound all that good for him.

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