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Akello had spent his entire life mapping things out in such careful ways that he rarely failed. Now, all his preparation would amount to nothing; he had always lived on a deck, and when not on the deck he was sipping whiskey in a bar on the coast while his men, his companions and family, got drunk. He had never been one for such sport, and even now if offered a bottle he would more than likely turn it down if the circumstance was not just right. His lifestyle had made him confident and comfortable with himself, and it was for this reason he wasn't more disturbed by the appearance of, presumably, the leader of the place she had called Inferni.
And as he looked over her now, and listened carefully to the sounds of feet smacking sand as the dog-seeming coyote thundered onward, a small note of nervousness jolted his brain. Reason told him he should've been more prepared for something like that but Akello could never have readied himself for the feeling that pushed through his breast at the moment Gabriel de le Poer made his first appearance.
Perhaps it was because Akello was a creature who took evidence and applied it to sensibility, and in this case the puzzle pieces could not have fallen more unfortunately. Still, there was a small glimmer of mischief in his two remaining pieces, so alike and perfect that he could not tell which fit; maybe he was just a family member or close friend.
Nonetheless the coyote sat politely on the sand, tail curled around his hindquarters as he watched the over-joyed leader meet with her, reunite with her, while he was all but forgotten. And despite himself a small, thin (but not pinchbeck) smile had found its way onto his lips; even if it so happened that he was not a family member or close friend as he tricked himself into believing more than the other possibility now, he could not quell the feeling of joy he himself cultivated from having successfully returned her to her home.
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*dances* Muahahah!
Akello had spent his entire life mapping things out in such careful ways that he rarely failed. Now, all his preparation would amount to nothing; he had always lived on a deck, and when not on the deck he was sipping whiskey in a bar on the coast while his men, his companions and family, got drunk. He had never been one for such sport, and even now if offered a bottle he would more than likely turn it down if the circumstance was not just right. His lifestyle had made him confident and comfortable with himself, and it was for this reason he wasn't more disturbed by the appearance of, presumably, the leader of the place she had called Inferni.
And as he looked over her now, and listened carefully to the sounds of feet smacking sand as the dog-seeming coyote thundered onward, a small note of nervousness jolted his brain. Reason told him he should've been more prepared for something like that but Akello could never have readied himself for the feeling that pushed through his breast at the moment Gabriel de le Poer made his first appearance.
Perhaps it was because Akello was a creature who took evidence and applied it to sensibility, and in this case the puzzle pieces could not have fallen more unfortunately. Still, there was a small glimmer of mischief in his two remaining pieces, so alike and perfect that he could not tell which fit; maybe he was just a family member or close friend.
Nonetheless the coyote sat politely on the sand, tail curled around his hindquarters as he watched the over-joyed leader meet with her, reunite with her, while he was all but forgotten. And despite himself a small, thin (but not pinchbeck) smile had found its way onto his lips; even if it so happened that he was not a family member or close friend as he tricked himself into believing more than the other possibility now, he could not quell the feeling of joy he himself cultivated from having successfully returned her to her home.