[aw] i can feel the color running

Anatole Aston · 07-05-2012, 12:02 PM

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(332) lol Anatole is actually going to do his job. His spirit guide is visible.

The horse he had claimed as his own had been out of commission for some time. Anatole had been surprised when he had gone to look in on her and found a baby, but supposed that explained why she was so fat. With two animals now under his wing (so to speak, given his own life was under wing of an actual bird) he had begun to rely on the rest of the pack to aid him in such a thing. This did, however, give him more of an excuse to travel on four legs and so he took to patrolling in such a shape.

He trailed the borders endlessly, stopping now and again to lift his leg and mark certain trees. While his scent was not one of authority, it was close enough to his cousin’s to suggest such a thing. The woman who led them had a far more overpowering scent, and Anatole was careful never to touch trees that she herself had come against. Above him a shadow followed, though the eagle was high enough that her true size was hardly noticed. Anatole had gotten used to the overbearing, demanding spirit’s lessons, though he was a stubborn boy and often felt the sharp ends of her (which were all of them, if he were being honest).

A peculiar noise came, though, and it drew him quickly towards the source. It was a coyote (of sorts), with a large bag between her feet. Anatole approached her boldly, and did not need to look back when he heard the rustle of wings and felt a breath of air. The golden eagle had settled on a nearby branch, though her fierce gaze was on her ward as opposed to the Infernian. Conscious of this, Anatole took a breath and tried to remember what it was the guide had said about his tone when speaking to others.

“Can I help you?” He asked, rather flatly, obviously unused to any attempt at being polite.

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