Perhaps there is a thing such as fate

Jefferson Soul · 05-19-2011, 03:13 PM

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The original intention of his trip was to check in with Anathema over by the mountain; despite they being one of the Valley's closest neighbors, the brute had never gotten the chance to speak with its members for himself. On the other hand, there had not been much desire to — he was aware it was led by Naniko, who had both spent some time in the Valley with her children and had never gotten along well with the one-eyed, one-armed leader. The cyclops did not intend to make nice, nor apologize for whatever had gone wrong then; he wanted only to make it known to Naniko that their own personal issues with each other should have no reflection on their packs, nor should their packs' interactions be based on that once-sour relationship between leaders. Would Naniko hear him out? The Patriarch did not rightly care. The Valley would be defended well either way.

With dragging steps and rambling, troubled thoughts he progressed toward Halcyon, keen as always to his surroundings. Lucifer was out there, he was aware, and at the first sign of one another either party would go berserk. The dark-furred idiot had lurked Valley land and borders far too long; there was no reason Jefferson might not stumble over him in his trip towards Anathema, as he wished he would — but it was to no avail. Not only did the Patriarch not find the dark-furred male, but stumbled upon a figure of the opposite color and apparent demeanor. Had he not sensed an anxiety about her, the scarred male would have simply moved on without a word, but responsible as he was always for the status of those around him, Jefferson halted near the woman and her picnic and spoke.

"These parts aren't safe," he said blatantly, a flatness in his tone, "for more than one reason. You'd best take your picnic elsewhere."

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