New Frontiers

Jaden Ohanzee · 11-05-2011, 09:19 PM

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Date: Nov. 7th

Setting: Wentworth Valley

Time: Just after dawn

Character Form: Optime

Mood: friendly

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The morning shown new and crisply cold over the trees of Ickika no-Hoen. Underneath the nearly bare autumn trees, Jaden jogged at a quick pace and tried to get used to the pressure of a full pack on his back once more. He stopped momentarily to make sure his bearings were proper and tugged lightly on the tightening strap for it. The satchel was made of dark, Russian leather and adjustable for use in any luperci form. It was an Uva Atka tool that, just like the haunting memories and dark skills the pack taught, had lasted through most of Jaden’s adult life. Valiantly carrying his weapons, herbs, poisons, and few miscellaneous tools, its soft confines lasted across Canada and back and forth along the shores and mountains of Nova Scotia before being retired when he settled in Ichika no-Hoen. Since then he had used it little. He simply didn’t need to carry around all his belongings when he had a home and places for them. Donning his satchel was comforting because it had been a constant and stable attribute of most of his life but also unsettling as it reminded him of days spent hunting other wolves for reasons not his own.

It had only been a week since Samhain. The festival was a blur of wonderful smells, friendly faces, and fire light thanks to the wine provided and indulged in by the man. So much had happened that night and what of it that was clear had incurred a lot of thought with in Jaden. The Ichikan’s head coyote, Razekiel Lykoi, finally gave himself for observation. The Shishen hadn’t met or seen him until that night. As far as coyotes are concerned, Razekiel was rather tolerable and had a strong air of leadership to him. But he was still coyote. Jaden took comfort in the fact that anything he needed to communicate with the higher-ups could be relayed through a strong blooded canine like Nayru.

Images of X’yrin, his soon to be travel partner, and her intoxicated but utterly welcome closeness swirled around Jaden’s mind as well. Since then, nothing had really changed between them, as far as he’d observed anyway. The woman still had an insatiable and exhausting lust for combat that Jaden found he himself was truly begging to enjoy as well. No, their friendship really wasn’t too much different. Yet, it had seemed that during the last week she had grown restless. Her lighthearted and subdued attitude had bled away and it was almost like she was dragging herself about. As a friend and pack colleague who he spent a lot of time with, this bothered Jaden greatly. When he finally brought it up, she admitted to a restless heart. She missed ‘being out in the unknown’. Though he hadn’t shown it, the Shishen was afraid then that he would loose a friend to wonder lust. So when X’yrin explained that all she needed was to show him ‘what it was to be a nomad’, there was no hesitation in the man’s response. Verloren would be fine on her own now that they were settled in at their home in New Glasgow and there wasn’t much else to do but train and watch the Ichikan boarder. Such things could wait for a few days or even a week. If this simple trip would solidify X’yrin’s position as Ichika’s newest warrior and keep her in the pack, he would gladly oblige.

So there he was in Wentworth Valley, packed and ready to travel. All he had to do now was a wait for the woman to arrive as well. He peered around at the trees and a wicked idea was born to him. Many of them still had their leaves because the nearby mountains providing cover form branch stripping winds. Jaden began to rub his hind quarters against trees he passed, purposely leaving an easy to follow sent trail. When he felt he had left a reasonably fine trail for the woman to follow he stopped at a large tree and tossed off his satchel. His packed moon blades clunked dully against each other inside; a surprise and he hoped a treat for his companion to analyze sometime during their trip. Moments later, he was up the tree and concealed by dark bark and blood red autumn leaves. Stock still, he waited for his prey.

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