ooc: 1. Character Name
aVinci 'Dait Nasphrite (and Zana Avaya Lykoi(NPC)2. Character Birthdate (including year): 10/31/06
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: birth
4. Species: 50% coyote, 25% arctic 25% timber? (I think?)
5. Gender: Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). IskataSadira
Anselm face first, then whichever/whoever else, but wait for the second joiner's reply.
He was salt stained and the scent of the ocean still clung fresh to his pelt. The small bundle was wrapped up snugly in his cloak as he turned to watch the two women following behind him. He knew that Ryan should be leading, these were her people and her clan, but these were his family and he didn't know what waited for them at the edge of Inferni. His stormy orbs watched as Zana lead the stallion that she'd refused to leave behind in Eire, his eyes pausing on her small frame a second before turning away, wrapping his arms up tight around the wiggling bundle as he eyed the border markers that had always presented the beginning of Inferni's territory. He noticed that quite a few of them were shattered and destroyed but he said nothing. It was more than apparent that the clan still lived. Gabriel's own scent was strong and fresh along the borders, a flash of emotion caught in his eyes as he stared forward into the lands that would never accept him.
He did this for her, for this was her family and she deserved to be happy. He didn't know if this would work but it was Ryan's wish and he knew that there was little left for him in Phoenix Valley, having left the way he had. He brushed aside the idea though as he watched Zana tie the horse to a thick stout branch of the tree along the edge of the lands. He scowled at the girl, who seemed to think it proper to wear the pelt of the beast that had tormented the lands for so long. The skin of the monster that Dawali had brought to their borders as an offering, showing the end of the beast's rampage across the lands. He had never known why he'd kept the pelt but Zana had found and cured it while they had been in Eire, now she wore it as some absurd cloak, the head pulled down low over her brow and the forelegs tied up across her shoulders. It was still unsettling now but he let her be, what she did with the cursed thing was her damn business now, she had claimed the beast and she could keep him.
He shuddered slightly and glanced back to the woman who had convinced him to return, this had all been her crazy idea and he had followed blindly, his love for her far stronger than his fear of what was to come. His eyes steadied as they fell upon her form, a smile falling softly upon his lips as though the thoughts that had been tainting his mind had never taken place.. Making certain the precious package was still safe he adjusted his gentle grip on the folds of his cloak as he threw his head back and called to the clan. He'd brought her back safe and sound, now he just needed to know if there was space enough for love in these lands.