This Moment that Defines Us

Aemon de le Poer · 01-02-2012, 12:02 AM

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is she in lupus form? aemon is too. here is a rambly sosupost for youuuu! >< don't really plan on him fighting, but maybe a verbal argument or something? idk, we can lean wit' it, rock wit' it. ahem.
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It hadn't been long, but already Aemon felt welcomed here. He'd even managed to make a new friend and sparring partner. He'd enjoyed Helotes' company; the man had been friendly and welcoming, something that Aemon immediately appreciated. Making friends had never been a priority for the young de le Poer, but as he grew he realized quickly that without anyone to talk to, who would hear his good thoughts and ideas? Then, too, he had started keeping a journal. Even now he only wrote sporadically, but being able to chronicle his life somewhere felt good, and Aemon even though he was getting better at penmanship by now.

The silvery coyote's hand was sore tonight, though, and as he wrote his muscles quickly started to burn from the act. Finishing a short paragraph, he put away the feather quill and ink, closing the faded journal with a heavy clap. With a heavy sigh he shed his clothing and shifted gradually onto four legs. He needed to get out of the house, and despite the snow covering the ground he thought a the chance to stretch his legs and explore the borders of Inferni would be productive.

The weather was not as bad as it seemed with his thick winter coat, fluffy with a thick under-layer of down. He trotted briskly towards the decorated borders of his new home, enjoying the springy covering that the snow provided. As the wind brought a chilly breeze past his nose, he recognized a familiar scent. Certainly a wolf, he was immediately on guard. His fur bristled as he tracked the scent, lithe coyote frame snaking easily through the trees as he located her. It was his duty to protect this land now, and he had sworn it even before the Holy Spirit. It was a promise he could not break, and would not break. Especially now; Ezekiel had warned of these foreigners, and he knew the names to avoid. In his mind, no wolf should be tolerated so close to Inferni. It was treasonous, and her scent was surely already fouling their perfected borders.

Aemon came upon her laying beyond the border with a dead badger at her feet, and he bristled in anger. Had she caught it here? The woman was much larger than he, her fur a creamy orange with russet hues. He was not intimidated, however, and felt that if necessary he could win a fight against her pure-blooded filth. Like Ithiel, Aemon's blood had been cleansed by the Spirit, and he shunned that part of him, just as his father had, and just as Ezekiel had. His choice was firm, and nothing would tear him from Inferni now. His fur again bristled as he came to a stop several feet from her, staying close to the border. Ivory brush of a tail rose high on his back, large paws taking one more step towards her, his head low and threatening. "Wolf," he barked, his voice firm and lacking the friendly tones it would have normally held, a demanding and impatient voice used instead, "this is Inferni. You are unwise to be here; you are unwelcome." The symbolic jewelry adorning his slate-furred ears klinking as he spoke. This woman had remarkable gall to come so close; was she naive? Did their reputation not travel so far anymore? If that was the case, he would certainly help change it. His breath clouded in the air, and crimson eyes trailed down to the felled creature, noting it's fattened frame and realizing his own hunger, but ignoring it. If she dared hunt on their land Aemon would not have qualms with taking back the meat that belonged to them and eating it himself. "I hope you didn't find that badger anywhere beyond these borders," he warned grimly, a pale hand motioning towards some particularly gruesome ones on display behind them.

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