Having left Inferni’s borders only yesterday, the dark male hadn’t gotten very far on his injured leg. He made the time to pick up his slave, Abella, from the hiding place he set her in before traveling to any other new location. The two travelled in a slow pace because of Tyko’s injury, Abella closely behind him and tending to him whenever he needed anything. She was loyal to him and because she wanted to be, not because he made her. The coyote female was beautiful, with sparkling purple eyes. She was alive to serve her master, and her master only. She had no complaints.
Tyko limped, but he limped quietly. He spotted another hunched over a stream and signaled the coy girl to be quiet. She nodded, understanding, and stepped lightly. The two were like wind, silent, as they approached the other at the stream. Tyko never held fear for anyone; he expected others to fear him. Tyko eyed the other’s bags to the side of him and his backpack full of sticks. ”What you doing there, boy?” His voice boomed out of the silence toward the other black male before him. He was a significant distance away, but continued to walk closer, with Abella close behind him. The older male stopped at the stream and hunched over himself, cupping the water to bring up to his muzzle. He lapped the water out of his hands, and when he was done, he motioned the girl to join him. She knelt down beside him, keeping her purple eyes off of the stranger, and cupped her hands to catch the water just as her master did. When she had finished, she pushed herself off of her knees and stood behind Tyko, letting her gaze explore the male across the small brook before them. She didn’t want her master to see her gazing at another, unsure if he would be mad. So, she figured she would do it sneakily.
As Tyko finished splashing water on his dark-colored face, he looked up at the younger male before him, ”You live around here?” He was nosey, but he was also looking for someone. It was best to know that he could make allies around so they could keep an eye out for him. A thought flashed through his brain about his first daughter, Axelle. He wondered if she would live in a place like this. He remembered her being so feral, and he couldn’t imagine her taking the life as a Luperci, though, nor did he really care. The thought just crossed his brain and left within seconds, without him feeling any remorse for his lost daughter.
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