one mile to every inch

Alyssum de Fonte · 05-15-2012, 08:21 PM

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Alyssum stood at the borders, waiting patiently. She knew that it would take some time for someone—whether a leader or one of their members that were patrolling the borders—to answer her call or to catch scent of her and investigate. While she waited, her mind again went back to Inferni despite Macbeth’s advice, of her acceptance into the clan. She recalled how nervous she was, how she was not quite sure what to say when they asked expectantly of what she could do for them. The woman could not help but smile at the old memories, finding her young self so much different than what she was at that moment.

Her thoughts were disturbed by Antebellum, whom suddenly became alert, as if something was catching her attention. She looked and saw a tall, darkly-color male approaching her, and smiled even further, since she did not think that her call would have been answered this fast. But, the mare under her still seemed to be tense, waiting for something to happen, which left Alyssum a bit confused. And then it became obvious; a horse with a rope tied around its neck suddenly shot into sight and began to prance around the man.

For a scary moment, she thought that the stallion was trying to stampede him, and quickly half-slid, half- jumped off of her own horse’s back, ready to sprint across the borders to aid the man. But, this was not the case, as the man took a hold of the rope and had a stern face instead of one full of terror, and the hybrid made herself relax, taking a breath through her nose in relief. Now, she could not help but smile a bit at his complications, though her humor was not in spite of him. When the horse, whose name seemed to be Vito, left his owner and came to her, she readily stroked his muzzle and forehead; Antebellum took no note for this, since she started to munch on the grass when no threat was intimate. When the male began to speak, she turned her sea foam gaze to him, though she continued to pet the stallion.

Again, the tawny woman had to smile impishly at his last comment, even further amused when Vito replied in his own words, so to speak. “That’d be a shame, to make a fine horse like this into a meal,” she said, slightly mocking a sad tone as she patted the horse’s head. “Well, in any case, my name’s Alyssum de Fonte, Jazper. I’ve heard things about Casa di Cavalieri, good things at that.” She took a pause in her words, and continued afterwards, “I was wondering if you guys need any help around your pack. I’d be happy to lend a hand… It looks like you do, anyway.” Alyssum glanced at Vito to point out what she meant, but gave another joking smile to show that she did not mean it to poke fun in a bad way. The hybrid was slightly beating around the bush, her pride too big to outright ask the Sole to join his pack; she wanted to prove with words that she did not just seek to live within his borders, but to also help to provide for it.

Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to Olli38

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