I dare you to move

Anatoliy Russo · 12-04-2010, 06:33 PM

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so it begins!

It had been nice so far, waking up to see Anann beside him in the morning. It was great to be able to turn over and look at her and run his hands over her if she still slept or to just smile at her as she awoke. Anatoliy always started a day early, having been raised a fisherman and they always rose before the sun did. Especially now, in the winter. Though, thankfully, here he slept in more often, as he had little real work. It was depressing for him, but he tried to find ways to entertain himself, and often Anann with him. God, how his heart pounded at the thought of her. Even now, separated from her by his own choice he felt so strongly for her. It couldn't be healthy.

But instead of waiting for her to wake up beside him, the Russo had taken off a short while after waking. He had to go to Halifax and it was a couple of hours of running. Thankfully he used his faster secui form, getting there sooner than if he had strolled on two feet. Such a dangerous form to use. It was cold out, he felt that, but he was used to this. It was colder where he used to live. This was nothing. It was practically warm to him. Besides, what Anatoliy wanted was inside buildings, not outside in the elements. Recently, snow had lightly fallen, but it had not stuck. The pavement seemed to retain heat pretty well, but there were a few puddles of cold water all around. At night, those would surely freeze. Oh soon, soon the world would be white here and the sea even angrier. Just like home.

The moment he had arrived into the city, with the taller buildings around him and shops on the ground floors, the Russo looked for the jewelry stores. It was a moment where he was thankful he could read, even though English came ten times harder for him than Russian. But he found a few, dusty and derelict. Most of the cases in the first one were still intact, so he just wiped the tops off with a sweep of his hand. He saw rings, plain chains, pendants and bracelets. But nothing really, really stood out to him. Nothing that reminded him of Anann. Several cases were broken and falling apart in decay; he avoided these. He heard rats in the backrooms, scurrying about after hearing him enter. Rats, filthy things.

Nothing in that store, the Russo exited, and headed down the street, eyes peeled for another store, maybe a bigger one. He figured it would be this hard. At another one, he hovered near the display from the front, looking through it at the necklaces on display. Anatoliy wanted something like that, to put around her neck that would not be detrimental. If she had piercings, he would have considered matching earrings or something. Just something to remind her that he still thought of her as a woman, but a strong woman. So it could not be something dainty. Anann was no dainty beauty. That's why he loved her.

Keese · 12-04-2010, 11:05 PM

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Keese adjusted the large leather pack he carried over one shoulder. Grumbling to himself under his breath as he made his way down the empty streets. He paid little attention to the abandoned buildings as he strolled passed. His only business in the city was to avoid the pack that laid to the northwest. He was less than satisfied with the fact that he was now having to make the rest of his journey on his own feet. Having pushed his horse far beyond it's limits. Its lifeless body laid somewhere in the mountains north of the coyote clan. Its corpse skeletal in appearance before it even had the chance to grow cold. He felt no loss nor remorse in the death of his horse, it was only tool after all. He was simply inconvenienced now that he carry not only himself, but all of his crap as well. Hopefully he would be able to find a replacement for the journey back home. Once he had acquired what he sought.

He had made it thus far and now he only need to find out what pack it was that Anann had tied herself to. He figured it should be too hard. After all, she had plenty of time by now to settle herself into a new life and climb high in the ranks of whatever god-forsaken, primitive pack she had joined. What the hell had she been thinking? Running away to this kind of life, for what? He had not expected that she had been serious when she had asked him to leave with her. Start a new life together, but why when they could have everything they wanted as Lord and Lady of Tosawi?

He had steered clear of the coyote clan, even still he had barely been able to tolerate their stench. He had also passed a pack, as well as currently skirting around a second, the smell predominately of wolves. Though none held a trace of scent of that remind him of his honey hued queen. Surely she would have found herself in the seat of a decent rank in these primitive packs. He expected sooner or later he would find a border that would hold even just the faintest touch of her scent. Hell, he could practically smell it now. Just the softest note on the wind, not alone and mingled with the scents of others. A figured loomed in the distance and for a moment he dared to hope that he had found her already. Though it became painfully obvious that that was not the case as he drew closer, though perhaps this male was a pack mate, by chance. "Hello there," he called out. Once again he shifted the pack on his shoulder as he cautiously approached the other.

Anatoliy Russo · 12-04-2010, 11:30 PM

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Licking his lips, Anatoliy wiped the glass clean of salt buildup from winds off the sea. The store looked good and he pushed through the debris into its interior. The glass was more or less broken, which meant he did not have to break any and risk hand injury. His body couldn't handle more cuts, not when the scars on his face and the rip in his ear had only finished healing at last. Why add more to it? He gingerly pulled away large shards of glass, chucking them out of the way to let them shatter on the walls or the floor or other glass displays. Pulling out a sturdy, thick chain the Russo tested its strength and flexibility; it passed. It was no fragile thing. Now to find something to hang off of it.

He moved on to the next display, brushing glass aside as he rooted around through the dusty piles of pendants. One after the other he pulled out gemstones set in gold and silver. Gold did not match the chain, so he set them to the side. Anatoliy, getting annoyed shoved half the contents of this display aside, feeling glass cut into his hand lightly. Hissing, he pulled it out and licked the cut as he scanned the room. It was a small shop and that was why he saw the glint of silver at another case. Peering in, he saw a horseshoe pendant with small green gems in it, like a pattern. Grinning he took it and fed the chain through it. There. Perfect.

Gift in hand, hanging from his fingers and sparkling from the light, the Russo left the store and walked into the sunlight. It warmed his pelt even as the breeze chilled him slightly. Of course, then he paused at the call, gentle smile hardening to neutral as he coiled the chain into his palm. "Hello. Can I help you?" he asked, wondering who this was. "Vhat brings you here?" This was a stranger and Anatoliy had a hard time dealing with them; he had little care for them, not when he had family and long established acquaintances. Okay, he just wanted to get home faster, but still..

Keese · 12-12-2010, 04:36 PM

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this post maybe made of fail, idk really
Still trying to figure this guy out =\

The gray male had been several yards away when he had hollered at the other. Surprises were never good, unless you were planning on causing a fight. Cautious and slow in his approach, Keese squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest a little as he was unable to deny his arrogant nature. Fully aware that he was in foreign territory, far from home, but this was also neutral land as far as he could tell. So he felt more or less sure he was safe, so long as this other bloke was alone. He did not try to hide that fact that his gaze wandered from side to side, looking for anyone else that might ambush him in case this might some how be a trap.

Coming to a stop a several feet from the other, Keese laid his ears back. The other was a rather large fellow. Keese wasn't exactly small and was of a muscular build, but this fellow had at least a foot of height on him. Not to mention his curious accent. Did everyone around here talk like that? Keese dropped his pack, letting rest at his feet. Showing his hands to be empty before he tucked his thumbs in the pockets of his slacks. "I'm looking for someone. Was hoping maybe you point me in the right direction or at least tell me were I might be able to acquire a horse."

"That's an interesting accent you have. I have never heard it before. Are you native here?" Keese didn't exactly have tact. He was used to asking questions and getting answers. Keese swore he could smell just the faintest scent of Anann on this male. He was unaware of how much her scent had changed since she had left. She had carried the light scent of oil from the armory, of the training yard and the Tosawi stables. The difference between what he expected and what he smelt on the male was enough to make him that just maybe he it was only his imagination. "I'm looking for a dark backed, honey-hued female, Anann Harleigh. She has a large, black warhorse with her, most of the time." Keese watched the face of the male to see if he showed any sign of recognition to his description. "I've been sent to deliver a message."

Anatoliy Russo · 12-19-2010, 10:57 PM

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MANFIGHT

Anatoliy raised an eyebrow as the stranger dropped his bag like he expected to have a lengthy talk with Toliy. He just absently eyed the man up and down, noting the build, but the height and weight difference was laughable. There was no fear in the Russo's features and he seemed relax, though he was beginning to tense the way the other man looked at him. Not a good look, to be honest. He gave a smirk at the question, uncharacteristically of him. This guy was kind of rude, and presumptuous. "About as native as you, I zhink," he countered, clenching his fist over his prize in case the stranger saw it. "Ve don't just have horses to be giving out to strangers. Zhe are earned here and not taken. I don't know vhere you came from but you von't find a free trained horse here." He was certain no pack would willingly give up a horse for a nameless man. He didn't add the fact that no pack would give in to a demanding subordinate either.

There was something about this stranger that just.. didn't sit well with the Russian man. And he suddenly grew a knot of fear in his chest from the description the man gave. Who was this stranger? What did he want with Anann? Anatoliy kept his face flat, though his insides were raging. What did this pretentious man want with his Anann? "Vhat is zhe message?" he said simply, narrowing his eyes toward the man. "Vhat do you vant vith her?"

Keese · 12-21-2010, 01:44 AM

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you dont say :o

Keese could only smirk back in the face of the other. Sure, the other male was significantly larger than himself, but such a thing was a not enough of a deterrent to keep him from being, well himself. The sparkling trinket had escaped his noticed, though clenching fist around it had not. He eyed it a moment, though as the other spoke of the value of a trained horse, his dull yellow eyes came back up, and up, to the face before him. He gave a hollow chuckle. That smirk of a grin falling away. "Free? Of coarse not! Don't be foolish, obviously I would offer something in trade. No reason to be insulting." He could only hope he had something of enough value for such a beast. Though, this man did not have a horse with him so he did not bother to divulge just what he might carry in the pack that would be of such worth. It was not his business, unless he indeed did have a horse and wished to make it his business.

The stranger did well to keep his face from giving to much away. Though his words were enough to bring Keese to the conclusion that he had hit the jackpot. Obviously, this male knew Anann one way or another. Rather well too, it would seem. For his defensive questions and narrowing eyes only made Keese smirk once again. "It's not your business, friend." He stated rather matter-of-fact-ly. "The message is for the Lady Harleigh. No one else. Tell me were I can find her." Whether or not this male actually gave him the information, it wouldn't matter. It was only a matter of time before he found her.

Anatoliy Russo · 12-21-2010, 10:42 PM

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yes. Anatoliy needs to man up and beat 'em up xD

He just shook his head, wondering what hole this ignorant stranger crawled out of. Trading services for horses? It did not seem to work that way here, not that Anatoliy had ever bothered to get himself a horse from the area. Breeding took a long time here and there were only so many horses up for stud and mares for mounting. Plus it seemed as though the horse trade had always been expensive, or horse for horse. What could a nameless stranger to the lands offer an established pack for a valuable beast of burden, of companionship? Not very much, that much the Russo know outright. The man was lying to himself if he thought he could get his hands on one here. Very much so. Very much so.

He almost bared his fangs on the stranger, for his attitude. It was disrespectful and haughty, traits the Russo did not pride himself on nor tolerate in the least. But he did not, he kept his lips tightly pressed together in case he accidentally pulled them up to show the other man what he was really thinking. Anatoliy's hand clenched a little harder, feeling the pendant leave a mark on his palm as it dug in deeper with the pressure. "Vell zhen you're out of luck. Eizher you tell me zhe message or I valk away." It dawned on him that if he did walk away, the man could just as easily follow him home - to Anann. He did not want that at all. He would need to take a long route home, skirting trees and making it seem as though he were heading elsewhere. If he were followed, then he would take care to try and be untrackable. But that was almost impossible for him; his size made it very difficult. He'd have to figure something out.

Keese · 12-22-2010, 07:34 PM

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does this help?

Keese continued to eye the man. Just who was this male was to his Anann? There were never a lack of men in her life and so he was not quick to jump the boldest of conclusions, especially since this male appeared to be a hybrid. He was large, oh yes, but those ears seemed a little too large and his snout a little narrow. Anann would not stoop that low. To let such a man lay hand on her, a man of impure blood.

Many had noted the brotherly like protectiveness that she provoked from her soldiers. It was obvious he was grating on the nerves of the other male and while it would be wiser to proceed with a little more caution Keese, instead became only more smug. "What's it to you, anyway?" He glared at the other male, his arms coming up to cross over his chest. With or without this male's help he would still find her, but it would be a shame to lose the opportunity to learn a little more.

He suppose he could throw the guy a bone. "I can not tell you the details of the message." There was no message. He was the message and he would use any means necessary to get his point across. After a slight paused he added, "her time is up. It is time for the Lady to return home, she had responsibilities to which she must attend."

Anatoliy Russo · 12-28-2010, 04:35 PM

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There was just so much bad attitude around this guy that it seemed to drip off of him and into his words like the fat from a piece of pork. Toliy's ear twitched back slightly, about to flatten against his head in his anger at the disrespect. He was a member of a pack; a loner ought to have more respect for that. Cours was not a threatening place, but he was sure Vigilante would understand if Anatoliy asked for blood, especially if it was Anatoliy's corpse that was doing the talking.

"I vant to know vhat she should expect. Nozhing wrong with zhat." Oh, there indeed was nothing wrong with that. There was something wrong when Anatoliy wanted to take the stranger and press him to a wall and threaten to break his arms. That was alarming. The Russo raised his head a bit, as though looking down his nose at the slightly smaller male. God he hoped this stranger would not stay in the kingdom; that would be horrible. He'd probably stay near Anann's cabin, where he himself was staying now. "Vhat duties? Vhat duties can take her from zhe vones she has here?" he asked, agitation creeping into his voice. Anann had things to do here, things for the kingdom.

Keese · 12-28-2010, 05:33 PM

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He gave a cold, hard laugh. "Oh, she'll be expecting this. She knew this day would come," he sneered. In spite of his cocky attitude, it was hard for Keese not to take a step back as large man raised his head. Oh he was really pissing him off now and that fact was enough to keep that smirk on his face as he pushed the envelope even farther. "Whatever sort of life she has built here is irrelevant. She will understand that, even if you do not. She knew one day she would have to take the throne," Keese stared up at the larger man. "Running away can't change that." Size enough was not enough to intimidate him and for all he knew this guard dog was nothing but bark. Though with his attitude he would find out sooner or later.

"I've told you the message. Now tell me," stupidly he took a bold step forward. "Tell me where to find the Harleigh woman." His tone no longer asking for the information, but demanding it. Either this conversation would get somewhere of value to him or it was over. "I am just the messenger after all. It is not as if I have the power to force Anann to go anywhere." If this man knew Anann half as well as he seemed to he would be well aware that she was no delicate flower.

Anatoliy Russo · 12-29-2010, 09:36 PM

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The stranger knew her from the past.. before she came here. Toliy wondered exactly how well he knew her, because he was beginning to be afraid that the man was telling the truth. Would Anann really leave him and the lands just to go back to whatever duties she had to take care of in her old pack? She wasn't that kind of a woman; she wouldn't just leave him like that, right? She'd ask him to go with, right? Because, honestly, there was nothing here for him without her, even if he had had a hard of telling her exactly that. He was not a verbal guy, but a guy whose actions show what he feels and means. But.. this man had to be wrong. Had to be wrong.

"No." Anatoliy was done playing games with the stranger, he was done pussy footing around. He was not afraid of the stranger and the stranger had more to fear of him. "I'm afraid I can't help an ass. Besides, zhere's nozhing zhat I gain from zhis." True, it would do nothing for him, but let the bastard think him greedy and selfish. "I vill not tell you vhere she is. Next time I see you, you better be heading in a different direction," he said coldly, letting the anger filter into his voice put more meaning into it.

Keese · 12-29-2010, 10:30 PM

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"Very well, then." He said coolly, his smirk fading and giving way to a bit of frown. "I did tell you it was not your business." So be it. If the large male didn't feel like divulging the information he would just be on his way then. There was no point in wasting any more time. "I will find her, all the same. Even if I do not, she will seek me out if she learns I am here. So you see, it is only a matter of time." He gave a cocky grin before letting it fall away again to the set frown that had taken place of the once arrogant smirk.

Picking up his pack, he made as if he was going to be on his way. Which he had intended, though as a thought entered his head he turned on his heel. "Just what is she to you anyways, mate? Just how well do you think you know her?" He's face serious as he let the other concider the question, though the smirk crept up upon his lips as he continued, "Don't let her fool you. Whatever you think you might mean to her, the pack.." He would let the other man's mind fill in the gaps. "Hell, look at you, your just a guard dog. Barking on the end of your chain."

Anatoliy Russo · 01-02-2011, 04:48 PM

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Find her.. No.. He could not. He should not. He would not. End of story. Anatoliy would try to make sure that this braggart bastard never saw Anann, not even from a hundred yards. If he so much as sniffed in her direction, the Russo would make sure to find lots of fishing line and tie the bastard to a street light metal post. Let him freeze to death tied to a metal pole for all he cared, for the threatening ideas that seemed to be pouring out of him unspoken. He was never like this, never. His mind never thought about doing these kinds of things to horrible people regardless, and suddenly, throw in Anann and he was willing to play the part of the executioner, leather face mask and all. His unreasonable dislike, hatred even, of this pompous man was more than enough to motivate him to slip the hangman's noose around that neck of his, if just to shut him up and keep him out of his and Anann's lives. God, this was wrong. His head should not be here. Not like this, never at all. He was not raised to feel so angry. Was the the coyote blood?

He lied. He lied. The corner of Anatoliy's eye twitched as he suppressed an angry grin, arms crossing tightly across his chest, the pendant digging hard into his palm. He knew it would be covered in blood if he pressed any harder. Something about this entire meeting was going very very wrong. But the stranger's words suddenly cracked that little line of logic in the man's head and he rushed to close the distance between them. With the hand that held the pendant, Anatoliy pressed it to the man's throat, wanting him to know that he was not against adding pressure to let the little metal trinket do the cutting for him. He was glaring rather hard at the stranger, golden eyes a storm in a compact space. "You vill take zhat back.. I have no leash. I'm not a dog," he said, hissing it out. Anatoliy was a hybrid, yes, but the dog blood in his veins was weak, at most two percent. The most blood he had in him was his coyote blood, but everything that would make the stranger fear him came from his father, Rurik. His bulking size and strength was all a gift from his father and the Russo's. The man would learn that to fuck with Anatoliy was to fuck with the fury of a hybrid whose blood gave him the edge.

Keese · 01-08-2011, 10:43 PM

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He should have just walked away. He should have just kept his mouth shut and walked away. But not Keese, oh no. He had seen the spark of anger in the other male's eyes. How could he not tend to it and feed it into a flame? Why did this one guard her from him? He had expected resistance, he was not that naive, but he wanted to know just how far their loyalty would go. Was he just a barking guard dog, or did he actually have some bite? The bonds of a year could not hold up to those of tradition. The loyalty the people had shown to the golden goddess for generations. Anann would come home to her rightful place, beside him. There was nothing this brute of a male could do to stop it and that was the message his eyes conveyed as he sneered smugly at the other man.

The expression didn't last long as eyes suddenly went wide at the other, larger male's charge. The smug bastard had been caught off guard and even though he tried to back pedal he felt the iron fist grip around his throat. His breath leaving in a raspy cough as he felt its force against his windpipe. The force of the contact had been enough to nearly pick him up off as his feet. Instinctively he grabbed at the arm that held him, his claws creating a pressure of their own, but not breaking skin. His feet just managing to find the ground beneath him. "You fucking unhand me!" He snarled, ears laid flat against his skull. This was not the greatest of situations but he was not helpless either or perhaps just too stupid not to fear the man before him. "If I don't deliver the message and take her home, they willl just someone else. This is pointless." That smug fucking grin still managing to find its way to his lips in spite of the pressure at his neck, his words still aiming to taunt at the other man's anger. "She cannot escape her fate. She would not abandon her people. Not the Anann I know."

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