What lies beneath the surface

Bangle Guffawri · 05-07-2011, 02:44 PM

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The coywolf was sure that, even if he hadn't called out to the other, the sounds of his possessions and bright garment would have been noticed. It was as if he were ready for a springtime callithump; a season that the land had yet to see. It was a wonder how he even hunted with such an outfit - though he could never do it dressed, nor be on two legs. Bangle never paid much mind to it, though his former lifestyle was slowly fading away with each passing day, elements of it remained on the craftsman. No matter of family, big or small, would ever tamp out his wanderlust.

His steps faltered towards the other male, however, when the strange male called out. The tone of voice seemed less of a greeting than it was an inquiry, though the slumped shoulders and overall posture of the white stranger didn't show signs of violence. Bangle closed off the distance to where neither party had to yell, yet at a distance that the coywolf could observe with curious tangerine eyes.

"Me? Jus' gettin' away fer a lil' while," the multicolored male while shook his staff a little to encompass the surrounding area, its hanging ornaments clonking on the gnarled wood. Eyes settled back on the sitting stranger. "Looks like yer doin' th' same, eh?" A grin crossed his face, something he was rarely seen without. "Name's Bangle, friend. Don' think I've seen yer face around 'ere." The remark was in part to the scent that the other male carried - he was a part of Cercatori d'Arte as well. The craftsman, though eager to stick out his paw at someone in greeting, still kept his distance towards the other. It seemed to Bangle, on as bright a day as today was, the male before him was dark and cold, his thoughts plagued with.. something.

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