glad to have you joining inferni! :>Aemon was still a fresh face amongst Infernians, but he did not fear to tread amongst them confidently. These were his brother's lands, his father's lands, and by birth, his too. He had sworn his loyalty to the golden Aquila, and would not break that oath. The silvery coyote moved effortlessly and silently through the forest, intent on exploring each corner of Inferni's territory. It was vast, and intricate, but his mind created a map as he traveled, and each new landmark meant another memory to store.
The Tirones passed the D'Neville Mansion now for the second time. When Ezekiel had brought him into the land, he had spotted the structure. But it wasn't until now that he actually saw it up close as he passed by, not taking the time now to investigate it's interior. For now, his nose and eyes got to work measuring and calculating as he moved towards the border. It wasn't far, he reasoned; no more than a mile or two, which was little more than a pleasant walk.
Aemon's nose turned upwards to the air, sniffing as he moved through the Forest of Nod, his hand-made spear clutched between his claws like a walking stick. An ear twitched at the scent that his his nose then; metallic, unfamiliar, and wholly canine. His tail flicked, instantly alert, and his head turned as he moved faster in the direction of the scent, immediately concerned. Why was there blood? The smell made his heart pound in his chest, recalling days of past battle and the scent of his own blood so very similar.
What Aemon discovered was a rather pitiful sight, slumped against the thick trunk of a tree and riddled with wounds. The stranger had the thin frame of a coyote, with thick tawny fur, matted and crusted with dark black blood. Crimson eyes stared through the brush, watching the man from behind the foliage for a moment, wondering just what he thought he was doing so close to a pack's lands. The morning was bright, and despite the cover Aemon was easy to spot with his pale coat. Hey, he called out, waiting for the man to give some sign of life before he emerged, lifting his spear to defend himself if needed. Eyes of ruby cast about the horizon, narrowing at each rustle of a leaf. Was he being chased? Glaring at the stranger, he started the questions. Who are you to come bleed at Inferni's borders? Why are you bleeding? Are you being followed? He demanded, continuously casting nervous glances into the thick brush of the Dampwoods.
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