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Amos Arphralos · 10-26-2010, 06:19 PM

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Situated in Occasus Promontorium.

Large paws left light depressions in the soft ground. Clouds filled the sky, lending a dreary look to the landscape. Still, there were several rabbits sniffing at the grasses, their small, beady eyes unaware of the predator that lurked in the shadows.

Amos might have been old, but when it came to hunting, he knew what he was doing. Prey didn't stand a chance against the graying coyote when he was in his powerful Secui form. Flawlessly, he inched through the thin grasses, his striking violet eyes fixed on a large beige rabbit. Dinner. Muscles flexed, his toes pressed into the damp ground, and heavy lips peeled up to reveal his yellowing canines.

Then he launched forward. His dash was smooth, perfected through years of practice. The rabbit noticed him much too late. The other scattered, sliding into their safe holes. The beige rabbit he'd targeted turned and ran, but it was useless. Amos was there, on top of it.

The rabbit's life was taken quickly. Sitting down next to the body, Amos stretched. It had been a good hunt, easy and productive. Tonight, he and Cassius would have rabbit stew!

Kesho Maisha · 10-27-2010, 12:29 AM

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Big Grin WC: 348

Kesho Maisha

Kesho was running. He wasn't sure why; his feet just decided to move, and who was he to argue? It was fun he was having, for once in quite a while. He made his way north through the forest, not quite sure where to aim. Although he was currently alone, perhaps soon he wouldn't need to adventure solo forever. The male had finally returned to his true home, and would be able to have acquaintances, perhaps even friends; others who actually gave to shits about him. While he was solitary, there wasn't a soul in miles save perhaps a symbiotic tick who cared at all about the rusted coyote. It didn't make him sad; he'd done it to himself, after all, but he wished perhaps he had come back sooner. A breath appeared and condensed before him, and he raced past it, tongue lolling and lungs panting as he ran.

He made his way into yet another lovely expanse of land; where rodent prey was plentiful and easy to obtain, and grey boulders diluted the landscape of sparse grass. Kesho trotted along through this plateau, happily observing the clouds above him as they obscured the sun, having darkened significantly over the hours of the afternoon. The bronzed canine sensed the impending rain, but truly cared little, and continued along. Ahead of him, he suddenly noticed in his view another of his clan; a slightly aged, ivory colored coyote. A small smirk appeared upon Kesho's maw; although he was working on overcoming his slight annoyance at the fact that their new leader was carrying wolf blood, it still pleased him to know that there was pure blood still in the clan. He approached slowly, taking notice of the rabbit carcass laying beside the other male; he regarded it with a nod, and spoke:

"Nice quick meal, eh? I like this place for that, too. Of course, it doesn't provide quite the thrill of bringing down, say, an elk...", he trailed off, suddenly realizing he was a bit hungry himself. It would wait; Kesho's interest in this male was piqued.

Amos Arphralos · 10-28-2010, 10:16 PM

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His ears flicked as they picked up the sounds of an approaching canine. Curiously, Amos turned his head, and found an coyote old like he was heading towards him. Immediately, the graying coyote smiled friendlily. The other coyote's smell lended itself to be but of the same pack as Amos, creating in the traditionalist old Arphralos' mind, an instant bond. His pack members were, as young'ums say, his posse.

Pleasant laughter spilled out of the Secui. "Ain't nuthin' comphared tah o' takin' down yarself a nace elk." Replied the southern beast, cheerfully. Those were true words, though not a truth that Amos had often lived through. Having grown up below the equator, he had never been exposed to elks. Sure, he'd heard of them through stories and seen them in the pages of faded books, but it hadn't been until a few months ago that the old coyote had had the chance to take one down.

It had been utterly enthralling to dig into a creature that seemed so similar to the deer he was so used to, yet at the same time was so different. The tastes had been miles apart, that was for sure. Personally, Amos preferred deer, but elk had been a refreshing change.

Always the gentleman, the Secui lowered his head in a quick bow of respect while he introduced himself, "Ah'm Amos."

Kesho Maisha · 11-01-2010, 02:17 PM

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WC: 372

Kesho Maisha

Kesho grinned pleasantly as the elder coyote spoke; his voice was quite unique, and lovely to the ears. He wondered where this male had come from, as he was certain he hadn't been around when Kesho had, before. Realization overtook the bronzed 'yote as he thought of how old the other must have been, and how comparatively old he was himself. Yeah, Kesho, you're a geriatric fuck! Despite what you think, you're withering, old man.", came a growl inside of his head. Swiftly he swatted this thought away, although bits of it lingered, and slowly ate away at his morale. He liked to think he still had a fair amount of life in him; age had crept up on him, but was not slowing him down nearly as much as it had others. This greyed beast in front of him seemed quite fit, as well, and although he knew little of his mental faculties, he seemed to be on point. The rusty dog marched closer to the male and sat down nearer to him, tail wagging slightly.

"Good to meet you, Amos. They call me Kesho." he smiled, a slightly curious look contrasting his face. "How'd you end up here, if I might inquire? You certainly seem to have traveled quite a way. I couldn't help but notice you seem about my age yourself, and I don't seem to remember you from back when..."

Now hoping, nearly praying that his aging memory had served him properly, and that this male truly had not been there when he last was, Kesho became silent. The slight fear of age now instilled in him made him somewhat uncomfortable, but he kept it hidden. See, you are weak! Cower, you beast., snarled the voice again, rising up and disturbing every aspect of his life as easily as he ever had. I'm not weak, you are! I'm holding you back with ease!, he retaliated inwardly, hoping to silence the other for long enough to hold this conversation. Kesho's attempts at hiding his inner battles weren't always successful, and occasionally they wound up in him making an outright fool of himself. In some cases, the wrath would overtake him. However, this would not happen today, he made certain.

Amos Arphralos · 11-02-2010, 08:15 PM

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This wolf was quite definitely of the inquisitive breed! Amos let out friendly, hearty laughter at Kesho's question. The question had sparked memories of the past, memories of adventures, trials, and everything else in between. It had been quite the travel, across land and rivers, through and over all sorts of decaying man made expedentures.

Amos loved to tell stories. While he knew this was no time for some grand novel to be dialogged, the graying coyote knew it to be a good opportunity to divulge in a good old story. Clearing his throat, Amos said, "Ah, well, ah was born 'n' raysed down in tha deep south." Letting out a heavily sigh, recalled, "Ah was nuthin' but ah caffee boylah," (coffee boiler) "didn't care a continental fo' nuthin'."

Closing his eyes, the old wolf recalled those days. He had been quite the vagabond, roaming from town to town, drinking and smoking and partying. Then, ah, what a grand thing she'd been to find. "Ah found mah futcha mate inna swell wingding town. Had ahselves a son, lawd bless. 'e came 'ere, and, well, when mah dahling passed, ah did too."

When his darling had passed away, his southern homeland had became tainted, anyways. There had been no point in staying in a land that reminded him of his sweet gal that no longer was.

Kesho Maisha · 11-08-2010, 11:37 PM

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Sorry for the wait! Busy week! :x WC: 540

Kesho Maisha

Kesho's features melted into a mixture of emotions; sadness, comradery, and anger all being included. Sad, because he too had experienced a similar past, and felt suddenly transported back to those moments. Being chased out, long, long ago, abandoning his first love, one whom he'll never again admit. A female, canis l. lupus-- well before he swore a blood oath against them in spite and furious anger. He had been driven out of this pack of wolves, shunned for his species. Sure, they weren't the wolves that live in these parts; no, they were quite the band of ferocious beasts, very unlike their brethren in Nova Scotia. It didn't matter to Kesho, though-- they were all the same. He had grown more bitter over the years, too-- less compassionate. There had been a time the rust-colored canine might have shown some sort of emotion towards his lupus cousins. No more, though.

Ears twitching and rotating to catch each drawling word from his new friend, Kesho listened intently. His words were pleasant to hear-- his voice, refreshing and new. He hadn't heard an accent like his, in years, or perhaps ever. Apparently Amos had a son residing within Inferni; Kesho would be keen to meet this young male. Although he'd yet to bear children himself, it would be nice to meet one of his kin's offspring. It had been a hope, once. When he had been with Zarah, he had thought that one day, they'd have some pups of their own. Of course, that never happened. Never would happen. And he was all the more angry for it. This guy, though, had been through a tough bit of life, himself. It was quite the feat that he had traveled as far as he did, as well.

"Sorry to hear about your mate, Amos." As he wasn't truly entirely excited to be recalling his story of leaving Inferni, the older coyote felt the words as they leaked out of his mouth. "I had one...well, almost. She was killed by some wolves..." He trailed off, even after so long finding it hard to form the words. "That's why I left." He sighed, for once letting pure emotion cover his face briefly, quickly opting to save face and remain stoic once more. "Eight years later, though, and I'm back." Kesho gave a vaguely grim smile. "Can't let the past haunt you forever, I suppose."

Even as he said it, he felt as his own past crept up on him, and allowed for unwelcome thoughts to enter.You're a bitch, Kesho. You couldn't even save Zarah. Hah. What a pathetic little piece of shit...! He fought hard against these thoughts, against the intruder in his mind, begging, clawing, and tearing against his will in attempt to overthrow him. It was hard, this time. Kesho took a moment, looking away, forcing himself to remain in reality. He did not want to appear to yet another as just another fool. Get the fuck out of my head. I don't need your help. Forcing his mind shut, the coyote once again turned towards Amos, feeling somewhat awkward, wondering if the graying coyote had noticed his momentary lapse; hoping that he hadn't.

"That's quite the long way to travel, friend."

Amos Arphralos · 11-10-2010, 09:20 PM

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Zall good! Big Grin

Ah, so this wolf shared more then age with Amos. Respectfully, the old coyote listened to Kesho's tale, silent until the male had finished. "Eight years." Breathed Amos, grasping that time span in his mind. He was nine, and could barely remember his first year of life. Some things were still stuck in the old coyote's mind, like the beauty of the spots on the top of his mother's muzzle, or how his favorite toy had been a faded blue train with a face.

To haunt a guy for eight years, an event would have to be very traumatic. Having experienced the death of a mate, Amos knew that that alone was terrible. But his mate had died from a disease, and there had been several days leading up to it. He had time to say good bye.

Kesho's mate was killed. The old coyote sighed with sympathy.

Moving away from the grim topic of the death of loved ones, the Amos nodded in answer to the last statement Kesho made. "Mighty long. Meet quite tha manahgahrie of wolves on mah way 'ere." There, that was a happier topic. Amos smiled.

It would be much easier to divulge tales of the crazy wolves that Amos had passed on his journey. Some of them had been quite hilarious, and those tales had no emotional strings attached to them.

Kesho Maisha · 11-23-2010, 03:24 AM

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This post is so weird, and I'm sorry again for the wait lmao. Soon I'll be done with school and will be able to write EVERY DAY! :3 WC: 345

Kesho Maisha

Kesho was glad for a bit of topic refreshment; it wouldn't do well for him to be in bad spirits for long, and he knew that. He couldn't help reminiscing from time to time, though, and since he'd returned here, he had been exposed to faces and places which brought about huge surges of nostalgia that he couldn't avoid if he tried. Some memories were good, though, too, so now he tried to put his energy and thought deep into those. He had fond memories of the original Mudbloods land specifically, and often missed that landscape. The bronzed coyote wondered what sorts of things Amos had seen in his time; from the sounds of it, he'd had quite an interesting run so far. Kesho had no idea what the lands south of here looked like, or if they were even different at all. Sometimes he longed to travel, but truly had no motivation to take him there. Even when he had parted from Mudbloods last, he never roamed more than two or three hundred miles away. Whether this was a subconscious act, in an attempt to hold onto his past, or mere coincidence, he never considered.

"Yes, and the ones here are quite a unique bunch as well." He grinned, specifically thinking of Izaak, the strange, silly young boy and Hybrid, the brooding beast. "I'd be interested to hear of your travels. I wish I'd been granted that opportunity; I've stayed in this region my entire life, just about. I've heard it's a lot warmer down there..." He gave a chuckle, offering the small bit of information about the south that he knew.

He wondered sometimes what it would be like to have some sense of heat all year 'round, but thought that it might get tiresome, and surely he would long for snow. It was his favorite part of any season, and even at his age he still enjoyed it as though he were a puppy, prancing and rolling in it, grin plastered across his face. And soon, it would be time for snow!

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