01-30-2010, 03:40 PM
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@&#&$Anselm was pleased that most of the members seemed to be pulling their weight. In a clan so big, he wouldn't be surprised if several eventually decided to slack off, figuring--and mostly likely correctly so--that someone else would pick up the slack. In the blur of new names and faces, it was easy to lose track of everyone; there were still half a dozen coyotes or hybrids he did not know by face or by name. Amidst the mayhem he miraculously managed to pick out Corona's scent--he was reasonably disappointed that he hadn't run into his golden furred cousin yet, though he supposed she was busy reuniting with the closer members of her family. How long might it have been since she'd seen Rikka or even Razekiel? Otherwise, he recognised Sage's trail (being the only female youth he hadn't met personally) now that China had told him to keep his eyes open for her. That left Ceval, Sebastien, Sam, Nakir, Niir, Jed, Alexander, and Frankie who he knew absolutely nothing about.
@&#&$Today a call would draw him toward one familiar face and one that was not, and though the latter did not register as one of the eight mystery scents floating around the territory, the young man's appearance inspired vague feelings of fellowship just the same. Anselm was not familiar enough (or at all) with Conway to recognise his son right off the bat, but he was rather intimate with the rest of the boy's family in Inferni. His eyes weren't awfully unlike Kaena, Gabriel, or Rikka's, and coupled with the excitement backing the Discens' call he couldn't help but wonder. In his secui form as always, he towered over the other two men. As he neared he offered an appreciative dip of his head to Cassius, a laid back yet productive fellow he decidedly liked. This little rendezvous would prove convenient anyway; he had to discuss the stove installation with the goggle-wearing man as this was the last barrier keeping them from going operational. For now, though, his attention turned to the youngest amongst them, whose identity still had him mighty intrigued. "What's shakin'?" he wondered at length, the question addressed to neither in particular despite his gaze settling firmly on the stranger.
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@&#&$Today a call would draw him toward one familiar face and one that was not, and though the latter did not register as one of the eight mystery scents floating around the territory, the young man's appearance inspired vague feelings of fellowship just the same. Anselm was not familiar enough (or at all) with Conway to recognise his son right off the bat, but he was rather intimate with the rest of the boy's family in Inferni. His eyes weren't awfully unlike Kaena, Gabriel, or Rikka's, and coupled with the excitement backing the Discens' call he couldn't help but wonder. In his secui form as always, he towered over the other two men. As he neared he offered an appreciative dip of his head to Cassius, a laid back yet productive fellow he decidedly liked. This little rendezvous would prove convenient anyway; he had to discuss the stove installation with the goggle-wearing man as this was the last barrier keeping them from going operational. For now, though, his attention turned to the youngest amongst them, whose identity still had him mighty intrigued. "What's shakin'?" he wondered at length, the question addressed to neither in particular despite his gaze settling firmly on the stranger.
mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +377