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OOC: For Strel and his gayness. Starts outside of Halifax.

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After months weeks a few days of procrastinating, Cassius finally decided to just go the way to Halifax alone. It seemed really scary, just leaving the packlands. The whole idea of setting out by himself was quite frightening to Cassius. He hadn't left Inferni since he arrived. He kept inside, as if the lands were his own special guardian. A safe haven from anything ever that would do him harm. Merely crossing the borders was a big step for the hybrid. Being such a wimp, compared to all the fierce warriors that Inferni held. He seemed like a child, although he was much older than that. At the moment, he was still in his loft above the garage. He filled his bag with a few provisions for the trip. Although, it wasn't a super long trip. He packed four sandwiches, some other mechanic stuff, and took a second bag for extra stuff he might find interesting. Sighing heavily, Cass looked out the window. It looked as if it would rain. Of course. Cass leaned over and took out his waterproof jacket from the side of the futon. He left with a fear of never returning. Even though he was just going a few miles. He was such a wimp.

Arriving at the borders, Cass sighed again. He stood right inside the border between Inferni and the outside world. It was so weird. He had no qualms about leaving his home much farther away. Now he was afraid of leaving for a few hours. He looked away as his foot crossed the border. Nothing happened (yet) and his stepped down. Well, the world hadn't exploded. He looked at his foot. Yup, it was still there. He proceeded to fully cross the border until he was fully outside of Inferni. Now he was free game for anyone. The thought was quite scary, but he thought about the cool things he would find in Halifax. He smiled, adjusting his jacket and propping his hood on his head. His goggles shined dimly, the sun peeking out slightly.

The trip didn't seem as long as he expected. He kept himself busy thinking happy thoughts. In the happy thoughts, Halo came up. He'd been thinking about her quite a bit since he first met her. It was so weird, how he couldn't get her off his mind. Weird. That word seemed to describe his life at the moment. Everything was different here than it was back in New Orleans. His parents were here to shelter take care of him anymore. Brutus hadn't come as he said he would. The whole concept of being here was out of this world for him. Snapping from his thoughts, he could see the city in the distance. It seemed even more broken down than New Orleans was. Probably since New Orleans was a safe haven for the humans until the Luperci drove them out around ten years back. It was more recently deserted than Halifax obviously was. He smiled, hardly being able to wait until he could get his hands on the new parts he'd been needing.

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Sorry, it's been...emotional.

The war had been taking a toll on the Duc. He had been careful to stay in the borders because of the possible threat that came from existing near the two belligerent groups. Chances were the fighting would never come terribly close to the Kingdom's borders, but the redhead had no desire to tempt chance and risk losing his head over being caught unawares. It was not that Strel was terrified or afraid of fighting. No, he just could not be bothered to participate. Ever. Fighters were there to do the noble hero act and the Duc was left to make sure they dressed prettily. But it was high time for Strel to venture out of Cours again since it seemed like the war was dimming down a little bit; no action had actually reached the packlands. It felt safe enough to not worry about the neutral area of Halifax being attacked en mass anytime soon. Surely there was no harm and it would be safe to visit for those ever so essential essentials.


Halifax - city once the capitol of Nova Scotia, but now lay abandoned for the Luperci to ravage it and pull the treasures from its hidden depths. Strelein was getting used to the layout of the place, knowing well where he needed to go for the things he desired. It was more of a lazy trip, truthfully. The Kingdom got boring for the Duc after a little while and a change of scenery was always called for. At least the place would offer some kind of anonymity from immediate identification, though he was sure that he smelled of Miracles by now. They would know him by his scent, but hopefully they would see the lanky, thin young male as nothing more than a nonthreatening scrap of life.


Strelein had been wandering through town, simply enjoying the freedom of the wide open streets before he went to fill his arm and the bag over his shoulder with goodies and materials. Maybe he would finally get something for Mati, and maybe Mati's lovely girl (whatever that lovely girl happened to look like). Some metal coins jingled in the redhead's jacket pocket. The jacket itself was a dark colored thing, tight over his shoulders and with narrower sleeves than most males would be expected to don. It was open to his bare chest, but that was not exactly something shocking.


That, of course, was when the Duc realized that he was not alone and that the scent on the air was one he had vaguely sampled weeks ago at the borders of Inferni. Strel instinctively recoiled, forcing himself against a building so something sturdy was against his back as he peered for the source of the scent. There was an Inferni here and he had fought, or almost fought, with an Inferni. Surely that guy had mentioned him? Maybe in passing? But he was sure that he had to be wary now, though it might have been far too cautious. He did look around the corner, trying to be sneaky, hoping he could catch a glimpse of whoever it was, so he could chose whether or not to backtrack and go around. What a pussy.


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Happily ignorant of his surroundings, Cassius continued on into the city. What he needed to look for were a couple things; mainly hardware shops, big or small, some home improvement stores, which most likely had supplies for the greenhouse, and maybe some clothing stores, so Cassius could indulge in some more variety of human apparel. Cassius himself had quite an affinity for clothing, although most Luperci didn't. It was another thing that marked him as "odd" or "different" among Luperci. He liked that it made him an individual. Sometimes he liked being noticed. Also, up here it was definitely colder than it usually was in New Orleans. Especially in the winter, where it snowed. He never got any snow down South. Even though the white powder was fun at first, it was a major pain to travel through. The swamps and bayous were a cinch for Cass, although were quite a challenge to any outsiders that attempted a trek through them. Anyone who didn't know the swamps like the back of their hands were doomed to get lost, or get trapped.

Still with the thought of his home in mind, Cassius strolled up to what seemed like a small hardware shop. The grabbed and shook the door handle, but it was firmly locked. A glance at the windows showed they were all still intact, which was a good sign that the equipment inside was untouched. He reached into his bag and pulled out some tape. The door had some windows on it and he placed strips of tape in an "+" across a small pane. He put the tape back in his bag, and he used his elbow to strike the glass. Since it was quite weak, the glass broke easily and stuck to the tape, letting Cass' elbow end up unscathed. The hybrid pushed the glass out of the way and he reached inside, grabbing the handle on the other side and opening the door. Easy as pie.

Inside the store was extremely dusty. The store was obviously untouched, it looked like it was still open for business. The tools and parts lay neatly around the shop, as if an employee had just organized them. This was going to be quite simple. The goggle-toting coyote searched up and down the aisles for the tools and parts he needed. A pack of screws here, a few scraps of metal there, it was all good fun for Cass. Hardware stores were like candy stores to him, only nothing was safely edible. After he had gotten what he needed, Cass slipped his way of the store. Going down an aisle, he tripped over something that clinked and shook as he fell to the ground beside it. He turned to find a stripped-to-the-bone skeleton. It freaked him out for a moment, but then realized that it was in fact dead. The bones had absolutely no meat on them, and the skull looked quite clean. Interested, he pulled the skull off it's place, with some of the spine attached. It would be an interesting addition to the borders, or maybe Kaena (or even Halo) would like it. He also took a femur, which could be fashioned into something decorative. He placed both in his bag, and walked out of the store.

As he exited the store, he happened to notice a body outside. It was living, breathing, and moving. However, Cass (who was high on his scavenging spree) took no care for that right now. He wanted to go out, and get more provisions for his own needs. He took out a list, which was written down on some paper, and he crossed out a couple items that he got from the hardware store. The rest of the list, which wasn't exactly that long, was mostly found in some home improvement store, so the hybrid figured that was his next destination. He happily placed it in his bag and merrily bounced his way to the next store. The wolf (which he didn't know was a wolf), was placed in the back of his mind for now, and his "shopping list" was his current business.

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bunch of lol this post is.

The 'yote did nothing. It seemed as though he had completely disregarded the redhead. He did not know whether or not to be offended or relieved. Brows furrowed, he watched the guy hop away toward the next shop. Strel kept his vigil from around the building corner, head pulling around the edge so that he could glance beyond it. Was this stranger playing a game with the wolf, making him curious enough to follow. And then, oh no, would Strel be raped by some kind of dastardly plot? Oh it was diabolical. Narrowing his lavender eyes, the redhead tiptoed around the corner, trying to go for a sneaking approach. There was no way that the Lord was going to let this stranger get the upper hand, sneaky as he was.


Strel was so paranoid and it was simply interfering with his thought process. He padded as silently as he could in the city of rubble and pebbles. He wondered how far he could get before the other would notice he was being dogged. Biting his lip lightly, the redhead pushed himself into a fast run, leaping at the other male despite all the things in his arms. Even as he went flying across the small distance and yelping, the redhead could not help but wonder why he was doing this. He was not athletic nor was he that strong. He must have gone insane.


As his body connected with the coyote's, the Lord felt gravity pull them down with the redhead on top. Knees dug into the other's back as he knelt. "Oh no, you won't get me to fall for your trap, you damn 'yote," he cursed, planting his hands firmly on Cassius's shoulders to keep him down to the best of his ability. "You will not trick me into your rape party." That sounded so much more insane the moment he spoke it out.

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After contemplating the next destination that was on his mind, Cass had his mind interrupted by a sudden jerk that made his drop his bag of inventory he had just raided from the hardware store. His clothed body fell to the ground roughly, and all Cass could see was a creamy body with dyed red hair on top of him. At this point, he thought he was either going to be ripped to pieces, or bro-raped by this wolf. He genuinely angry, but Cass hadn't seen this man before, and he was freaking him out right about now. He wore a rainbow necklace and had piercings in his ear. The wolf sort of reminded him of Cotl, of course a little less crazy, less tattoos, less orange, and even less crazy.

Then the wolf started throwing accusations at him. What could he possibly do to this wolf? Already, the wolf was certainly more athletic than him, and more agile. All Cassius did all day was build little gadgets and chill in his room sleeping. The hybrid's mouth remained wide open as he was accused of making a... "rape party"? What was that? Certainly, this wolf really did have a case of the crazies. "W-w-w-what 're y'all talkin' bout?" he pleaded. Great his stutter was back. Last time this happened, he was talking to Halo, one of the Lykoi progeny. And she was pretty cute, he had to admit. This guy? Well... he's a guy. Cass definitely didn't swing that way.

Cass was surely a little shocked from getting jumped. He was still for a while, looking around to see if this wolf brought any crazy friends with him. However, it seemed to be that they were alone. He looked back up to the wolf, who seemed to have purple eyes like he did. "H-h-how?" he stuttered. "Y-yer a guy. How cin I rape a guy?" He honestly didn't know, but his mouth was probably going to get him in some real trouble. He quickly tried to think of some other stuff to say to throw the wolf off. "JUS' DON'T HURT ME, MAN!" he yelled, almost crying. "Don't... rape me... or... whatever y'all do t'people! I din't do nothin', I swear it!" he bawled out his words, using his arms to shield his face from the wolf's potential strikes.


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more lol

The guy underneath him had a weird kind of accent that only made the redhead worry a bit more. It was some strange freak from who knew where coming to take over the other packs. Oh, the scandal. The. Scandal. "You! I know what you're up to! You and them other 'yotes!" He was kind of going insane now, remembering how he almost attacked a coyote on the Inferni borders. Thankfully, the guy seemed kind of way unstable and had failed in attacking the redhead. All they had walked away with were bruised egos. And Strel gained a fear of coyotes, despite the guy having not sustained any injuries above a light bruise. He wanted to throttle this guy even though he did not know him, just in case he wanted to hurt him back.


Strel shook Cassius beneath a bit, growling. But when the guy asked how he could have raped a guy, he stopped, looking blankly at the back of the 'yote's head. Was... he serious? He let go of his mane, blinking idiotically at him. "Are... you serious?" Was this guy a log short of a house? "Are you stupid or what?" he asked, rather loudly. He half-screamed it into the guy's ear. "How do you not know how guys fuck!?" yelled the redhead, shaking Cassius's shoulders roughly. Did this guy live under a goddamn rock to not realize that it was entirely possible for men to rape men, which the redhead had already half-experienced.


But when the guy started bawling, the redhead stopped completely, looking more confused. What was he sobbing for? Wasn't he a mastermind of epic proportions? This was disgraceful. "Hey, man, relax. I'm not going to do nothing to you," he said as he leaned back. Strelein's face sported a look of mild disgust, he still sat on the guy's chest, just to keep the yote from trying any shenanigans.


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