By the Waters of Babylon

Bangle Guffawri · 11-09-2011, 05:45 PM

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WC: 365. This is a biiit rushed, but here you are :3

Sunlight had barely begun to show traces as Bangle stopped to look over the mountains. The grey dawn had seen the merchant off early towards the human city, in search of more supplies for his own needs as well as Cercatori d' Arte's. As half empty satchels slapped at his thighs, the coywolf made his way with his traveling staff towards the outskirts of the city, following the river's course. As his beads rattled in his hair, so did the ornaments on his staff, as the male firmly planted it into the cold, dark earth before striding forward on his own well-calloused feet.

Hardly a sound could be heard save for the gentle lapping of the river, which Bangle always kept by his side. For all of his traveling experiences, the river was the surest way to get anyplace, and still have a source of life running, twisting, and dancing alongside him. Newly fallen leaves crunched audibly beneath his toes, but not a trace of worry was etched on the merchant's face. His mind was not on a fresh kill, but of old and aging bones and things left behind to fall into dust, drowning uselessly into the earth. Bangle's striding halted when the earth began to drum to a different beat in the early hour, one large ear flicking towards the riverbank. It was not a natural beat, and the coywolf's curiosity peaked when, like the changing course of the river, he made for the direction of the sound.

It grew steadily louder as the source of the sound came from the drumming of a coyote, silhouetted by the slowly receding shadows of the morning. The rustling in the bushes, and for all other sounds the Guffawri male produced, the other was sure to hear him coming. At an early hour, Bangle was still loud and cheerful, raising his free hand to wave at the stranger on the wet rock, water lapping at the foot of it hungrily. His feet brushed a multitude of stones as Bangle began to close the distance in between them. "'Elo there, friend! Drummin' up th' morning sun, eh? I 'ear humans used ter need chickens to do that."

Image courtesy of Phil and Pam@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

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