03-10-2008, 10:14 PM
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As simple as it all was, it was really made into something more complex; plans that would have a definite outcome ended up being spread out across the table that was his mind as he lost himself in picking out the important pieces and trying to arrange them into a jigsaw picture of what he needed to do next. The coyote was not a calm one, but nor did he look particularly dangerous sitting on a boulder with his feet dangling into the hot spring he'd located, muzzle in one hand and the other holding tight to the blade he always carried with him.
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As simple as it all was, it was really made into something more complex; plans that would have a definite outcome ended up being spread out across the table that was his mind as he lost himself in picking out the important pieces and trying to arrange them into a jigsaw picture of what he needed to do next. The coyote was not a calm one, but nor did he look particularly dangerous sitting on a boulder with his feet dangling into the hot spring he'd located, muzzle in one hand and the other holding tight to the blade he always carried with him.
But oh, it didn't make him any less so.
The hybrid hadn't strayed from Bordo Occidentale since returning to Bleeding Souls, choosing instead to remain in the deadlands and eat whatever unfortunate things found their way out there. He wasn't starving, but nor was he getting along with as much ease as he'd like to; he could've shrugged away all thought if not for the fact that his mind would not allow it. Carefully calculating, it was, trying to pick its way across stepping stones to the goal of killing Gabriel de le Poer.
Until that day he would keep on planning.