11-05-2011, 11:45 AM
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[/html]Claudius had never greeted a newcomer at the borders before like this. Indeed, his duties had always been minimal and he had secluded himself from the world so as not to assume any responsibility. But now that he had finally done something, he understood that he had to own up to his actions.[/html]
In the chaos that followed the attack by Crimson Dreams and Cour des Miracles, Claudius had somehow been the one to "lead" the AniWayans. No, that wasn't even right: he was the face of the tribe while the other two packs occupied their lands. There was nothing to say that he had any real responsibilities aside from those given to him. But nonetheless, he had a job to do and that was to represent the tribe in Maska's absence. Even now, Claudius still referred to the depot by his first name; it was a simple, but liberating act of defiance.
He arrived at the borders as quickly as his bruised body would allow him. He used his Optime form now because he had gained these wounds while using it. He had not shifted, fearing he would only exacerbate his wounds further. So, he was slow to arrive at the borders, but would not be apologetic. He had been injured fighting for his home; he did not owe anyone an explanation.
When he saw the wolf, he had not anticipated he or she would be accompanied by a horse. A horse! Claudius hated those infernal beasts more than ever: that orange wolf had nearly cut off his arm while riding one. But he had to be strong: he could not let the wolf -- female, he now realized -- know of this phobia.
"He-he-ello," he called out. He now saw feathers and braids adorning the hair of the horse and Claudius wondered if it was another wolf from the Great Tribe. "Y-you a-are a-at AniWay-a-a lands. Wh-a-a-at do you-ou seek?" [html]