New Grounds

Mido · 01-13-2012, 12:35 PM

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Word Count ::629 Points::5 OOC:: Mido is wearing brown cargo pants and a green hooded vest, he's got his pack full of stuff with him:]

The sun had barely risen; it had just graced the edges of Anathema’s lands near the howling caverns. With his backpack on his back he fully loaded it with the items he thought he would need; he was ready to head out. The morning air was crisp, he could see his breath fade away; a light dusting of snow coated the ground. The temperature made him decide to wear his pants and the hooded vest he picked up in Halifax to stay warm and comfortable; he wasn’t going to make an attempt to brave the cold, especially while he was going to be away from home. He knew there was a pack just north of them that he knew nothing about, not their name, their rules, the way they did things or anybody from the pack. Unsure of whether or not he should have said something to Naniko or Alaki he didn’t. He didn’t know exactly how far away the pack was, but he planned on being gone a day at least, hopefully a max of two but he didn’t know. It wasn’t like the Dasa was leaving Anathema and relocating to another pack; his loyalty laid with the group of trouble makers and outcasts that he like to call his family. The idea of visiting another pack made him nervous, very nervous. The last thing he wanted to do was show up and step on anyone’s toes. He didn’t want to piss them off; he was just curious. He was interested in learning about another pack and meeting other canines that he didn’t associate with regularly.

After leaving Anathema he traveled directly north, he didn’t know exactly how far the distance was, he had just heard they weren’t far. He walked a very fast and steady pace, not slowing down or speeding up for anything, not even the random falling branch of a tree that almost hit him. Keeping his breathing monitored and under control, the multicolored man held the straps on the front of his pack as he pressed onward. Mido lost his sense of time and place, he hadn’t slowed down at all, but if he had to make a guess at how long it was taking him, he must have at least been at it for four or five hours now, he had no idea. By the time he realized that he had reached the borders of his destination it was already too late. He had crossed their borders, the scents of many unknown canine were all around him, but he really couldn’t have gone too far in, so he thought. He howled, calling out to anyone who may be near him. Uncertain of whether or not he had already screwed up he tried to stay put. They may get mad at him for crossing into their territory without a welcomed invitation from one of their members. He hoped that he would have the chance to explain himself if he needed to, because it had been an honest mistake, he would have waited at the borders had he paid close enough attention. Thoughts ran through his mind, if he made them angry and one of their warriors found him, he could be caught up in unwanted confrontation, or worse what if this packs leader approached him; what would he do? If they decided to search his pack they would find his Kamas, drawing pad, note pad, pencils and his snacks; they might think he’s a threat. He started to panic and pace around a rock; he thought to himself oh what had he done. He meant no harm, no trouble, and he didn’t mean to insult. He dusted off the snow covered rock and planted his butt on it, he wouldn’t move from that spot.

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