(J) Princess of the Supernatural

Jefferson Soul · 04-03-2011, 12:02 AM

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On the speckled AniWayan horse he strode back towards the western clan, returning from yet another daily trek to the Valley to check on Tala and the pack's status. Though the brute was not one to think such sentimental things, perhaps he left his heart behind each time he left, for every inch that lengthened the Valley from him lurched gut further and further into a spiral. It's for the greater good, he would tell himself, reminding himself time and time again how the AniWayans needed him and were just as liable for an emergency as the Valley back home was — and with Dawali out of commission while recovering from his wound, the one-eyed, one-armed Jefferson was all the western tribe had.

The stallion moved at a slower pace as they neared AniWayan borders, the bags beneath the Patriarch's eyes heavy and worn with exhaustion. Sleep was inviting, but first the stallion needed tending to, and he planned another round of the borders before he could even begin considering a nap or whatnot...

"Anyone there?" The modest call reached his tattered ears from a short distance ahead; its identity was revealed in a matter of seconds, the bespeckled stallion coming to a pause beside the rather rotund horse the accompanying the stranger. Jefferson... well, he stared at it. "Your horse is fat," he remarked, and that was how he introduced himself. Of course he cold tell it was pregnant, but it was still fat.

"Jefferson," his raspy voice crawled from his throat, the scarred man slipping off the side of the horse and coming to tower over her. "I'm the leader from Phoenix Valley, near the mountains far to the east, but I've been filling in for the leader here while he's fixing up from an injury. You got business with AniWaya?"

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