Road Blocks

Heath morte dre Soul · 12-17-2010, 12:02 PM

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set in a very vague Shiloh Hills area...

She was steady, long legs pounding the frosted grass and breaking it with each hoof print that was left. The cold wintery air ran through his fur like ice tinged fingers that threatened to touch his skin beneath the thick undercoat. His uneven mane looked wild and stood straight out against the back of his neck, and he held tight to the reins of the mare to slow her to a stop. The male wore only the tattered jeans that were his normal attire, along with a belt and a leather strap on his wrist. He sat high on the saddle; smoke billowing from both his maw and the snout of the roan hued horse. Amber eyes looked out into the frost and the fog of the morning, the border of his home at his back and the free lands before him.

The chill of the morning spoke of the cold that had rolled through the lands the previous night. But his purpose for the wandering away from his homelands was not easily gathered in the coy-wolfs mind, though he was certainly one to follow his urge even without meaning. With a small heel to her side Heath asked the mare to continue, their pace slower and more controlled then before.

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Keese · 12-21-2010, 12:23 AM

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Thanks for starting, sorry for the wait <333 oh and fyi, any horse would have a natural disdain for this man I do believe.

The small fired he had made for warmth through the night was a bed of dying embers blanketed in a thick layer of ash. If he was lucky perhaps a few would make it until he felt the need to rekindle the flame. Leaving the make-shift camp behind him, the silvery optime climbed the hill, his breath leaving his nostrils in smokey trickles as he went. An optical scope strapped to the belt that held his black slacks in place. The terrain similar to that back home, though trees seemed rather sparse amongst the rolling hills. Despite the lack of cover Keese had made his camp in a slew between the hills. Cozy and tucked away out of the wind, though it would not protect him from overhead. He didn't plan on staying in one place long enough for it to become a problem, as his camp changed every few days. Still he knew she would find him sooner or later. After his run in with the large male in the abandoned city he had decided he would let the woman find him. It was only a matter of time. She would not be able to ignore his existence.

Cresting the hill he came to stop and surveyed the land around him. Scouting as far as he could see in all directions. Though he paid particular interest to the boundary he had yet to approach, knowing it was there all the same. Somewhere, just beyond his reach, lay his queen. The short hours of daylight of recent days had all been spent the same. Watching and waiting for any sign, any movement coming in or out of the territory that Anann now called home. The sun still sat low on the horizon, the ground covered in thick frost and he could not see as far he borders yet. He waited, letting the morning glow brighten and paint its bright colors across the wintery sky. The drumming of hooves was instantly recognizable as the sound reached his ears. Was it her? Already? He rose quickly from the squatted position he had taken. As it drew closer, it did not seem heavy enough to be the war stallion and his hopes fell before horse and rider even came into view.

Heath morte dre Soul · 12-21-2010, 11:04 AM

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She was trusted to carry him through the cold, and she trusted him to choose the route that would be safest. Heath looked through haze of the winter’s morning, through the smoke of his breath and over the rolling hills. His back was straight, the muscles worked and taught to be in such a way as he and the blue-gray mare walked over the frosted ground.

There was little to see, the horizon just as it was where they stood. One hill after another, seemingly never ending. But then, Heath had under estimated the interest that the morning might bring him and his mare. There, in the distance a figure stood. The wind was not in the Marshal’s favor, and his felt a chill on his thin yote shoulders. The scent was lost as such a distance.

Curious, Heath kicked the mare lightly towards the unknown. His face was locked in a stern expression, and when he was in shouting distance to the other male Heath called. Morning As he came closer he could smell him, and his caused him to wrinkle his snout. The scent of a lone male was not something a pack wolf enjoyed, it was as simple as that. The horse shook her head, smelling it as well and lay her ears against her head as if she felt the same instinctual attack on her desire to protect her home. They kept held the distance, mouth set at a thin frown.

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Keese · 12-27-2010, 02:52 AM

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Keese could have easily crouched down in the tall, dead grasses. He could have avoided the approaching rider from detecting him. He could have, if he was at all a creature of a subtly, but no. Only when such thing was necessary. Besides, he wanted to be found. He wanted to be known. He had never been so foolish as to think he could surprise Anann anyway. She should have known he would come eventually. That he would not just let her walk away. How many of her pawns would he have to find and send back before the queen herself would step into the playing field.

Though if it was not to be the golden woman and the black fury that was her war steed, it was certainly the next best thing. A cocky grin spreading across his maw as he pulled up the spotting glass at the sight of the pale but dark faced horse. A blue roan. A hybrid rider. A male with a black arm. His scout said that Anann had not met Gavin alone, this male fit the description of her companion. Perhaps he still had some luck after all and it had not all be wasted on the large brute from the city.

Once he had identified the rider, at least to the best of his ability and knowledge, he tied the scope back to his belt at his waist and waited. It took little time for them to spot him and approached, though neither beast seemed thrilled about his presence so close to their lands. "Morning." He held his arms out to his side, showing himself to be unarmed before he took a couple steps forward. Though feet still lay between the two canines. "I believe," he spoke plain and clear, "that you know my Anann. Tell me. Is she well?" He was a bit smug, for he knew no other way to be, as he watched and waited for this fellow's reaction.

Heath morte dre Soul · 12-27-2010, 03:02 PM

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There was something about this man, and though Heath could not place his finger on it he did not like it. The gray wolf looked at him in almost a mocking way, as if he held a secret that he was willing to share with the Marshal. There was a smile on his face, something Heath had not expected. When met with a rider, a pack wolf none the less, he expected a lone wolf to be reserved and unsure. Confidence seemed to radiate from this one. It caused Heath to growl ever so slightly.

Lum stopped before Heath asked her to, though the two held such a connection that his body simply slid form her back with a natural and fluid movement. She did not wish to be any closer to the beast, her eyes wide, ears back. Heath took only a single step away from his dearest friend. The words of the male did not make his any calmer, they held a hint of possession. His Anann? the golden female belonged to no beast. Heath could have snarled at the thought of this stranger touching her, for that was the first place his mind went (such things couldn't be helped). How is it that you know Anann? The first question, though Heath had many. He left the strangers unanswered, already too suspicious to give up any information.

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Keese · 12-29-2010, 09:17 PM

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Sorry its super short x.x

Hmph, another protective one. Though what else could he expect, her soldiers were no different. How she inspired such loyalty he would never understand. "We were born in the same land. I'm from Tosawi," he offered in response, his ears turning back slightly. "She is needed back home. I've come to fetch her, we had thought she would return by now." It was believable. Even though she had shown no intent of returning. Keese had expect she would have, eventually. Many had and the people had hoped for it. He watched the other male, waiting to see how this one would react to such news.

Heath morte dre Soul · 12-30-2010, 04:43 PM

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It was like a heat that radiated from the mare beside him, but it wasn't hot at all. It was like he could feel the tension without even touching her, and when he placed a hand on her the wolf had to release it for the discomfort was too high. She told him that there was something wrong, and Heath felt the hair on the back of his neck rise.

Heath had heard the stories of her past home, and though he did not know all the details of her history he did not think it was her intent to return. These lands are her home now, He spoke with a dismissive tone but I might take a message to her if you have one. That was all the Heath would do, but he would not take this male any closer to the Cours borders.

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Keese · 01-01-2011, 10:42 PM

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Keese thought little of the mare's reaction to him. He had never had much of a way with horses and they often responded to him in such a manner. He thought it nothing more than the nature of the beasts. For he had never been able to see beyond their uses. They were tools, nothing more and so he held no respect for them. Rem had always open shown his disdain for him, but luckily the stallion had no voice in the matter of Anann's mate.

Tact was something he had never really acquired, though the incident in the abandoned city had taught him to be perhaps a little more cautious of how much arrogance he spewed forth. Not that it helped much, but enough to keep him from narrowing his eyes and squaring his shoulders at the other's words. "Her home. This place is not where she belongs." Had he truly learned anything he would have kept that comment to himself. "I have a message, but it is to be delivered in person. "

"I've met another that smells of your pack. A hybrid, like you." He could not hide his prejudice his voice as he spoke the word. The fact that he had found Anann living amongst such company was appalling to him. "I know she is in those lands, let me speak with her."

Heath morte dre Soul · 01-04-2011, 11:25 AM

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Where the stranger felt the need to disregard the mare's reaction, Heath took it in like a plant soaking in the first rain after a drought. She was so uneasy, and Heath could only place a comforting hand on her shoulder in the hopes of easing her discomfort. The two creatures were so in tuned that her emotions became his own and he was growing agitated beyond what he had once been when first meeting the loner. His stench hung in the air, brewing under Heath's nose and keeping the fur along her neck prickling.

It took only the slightest movements of the stranger for the Marshal to take a step forward and stand before the gray wolf with eyes the narrowed just as equally. It is her choice to live here. Heath spoke, a bite to his voice that might be seen as a growl.

There was more then just the golden female that they spoke of that made Heath want to keep this male from his boarders, but he thought of her most. He did not think she would be safe if the male knew where she lived, and he wasn't about to give him any invitation into his homelands. Your not welcomed here. the growl was evident in his voice now. Heath had heard the stories, he had heard her past and though the details did not align themselves at this moment to make him understand all that was coming to be with the entrance of this stranger Heath still knew it wasn't good. His tone when speaking of mixed blood also pushed Heath towards aggression.

You will not be welcomed in my packlands either. Anann is safe and happy here, and I think its time for you to be satisfied with that. And go. It was time for him to leave, and that was all the hybrid would allow.

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Keese · 01-08-2011, 11:37 PM

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Her Choice? Anann had no such liberty. For her there was no such thing as choice. There had been a time when she had readily accepted this truth and embraced the life she was to lead. She was bound to her duty, to her people. It was the very reason she lived. The very purpose of her bloodline. It gave them power, control. Without her it would all fall apart. Without her Keese was nothing and without her offspring he would never be able to hold the throne of power he so desired. But more than that the entire culture of Tosawi would be destroyed. Everything they had worked for. No, he would not be turned away and detoured so easily. "Her choice?" He snarled back at the black armed male. "Anann is bound by her duty. Her people need her and for them she would choose to return." He spoke it as truth, believing that it was.

This man was a fool if he think he just send him away. Not after he had already come this far. Not after all they had invested in tracking her this far. There was no way he would turn and leave now without even laying eyes on her. "Not until I talk to the Harleigh woman and confirm this for myself. I can not leave until I have relayed the message, to her and her alone." He was not looking for a fight but he could not help it as his own hackles began to prickle. "One way or another, welcome or not, I will find her." That was promise.

Heath morte dre Soul · 01-09-2011, 03:09 PM

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Heath would never bound someone by their blood. No, since his was tainted with the blood of a rapist and a murderer. He had to keep himself from that, as well as the those that held it. His brother had left, as had his sister. He was all that remained from that family. They had broken the bond and the pledge to destroy the one that had killed their mother. Blood meant nothing to Heath, those faces mere memories and nothing for him to be happy to know still existed. He could not be tied to those that he did not wish to be tied to, and he could not say that Anann needed the same. If they were as this male was then Heath would have run from them too. Heath could see the iron shackles that the gray man carried, ready to chain his golden furred friend to a world she wished to be freed from.

Never could he let that happen.

She no longer goes by the name. He snarled at him, feeling the tension rise once again to another dangerous notch. Heath broke the distance that he had kept with another step. The threat of trespassing into his pack's lands alive in the last words the stranger spoke. His face was set in a scowl, disgusted and angry that he would ever think he could take such liberties when Heath had spoken his warning.

This is not a game you want to play. Heath spat, another warning with teeth perfectly visible. Slowly beside him his hand, the black tinted arm that was practiced in the art, balled into the fist it was all too comfortable in.

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Keese · 01-21-2011, 04:23 PM

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He had not taken her seriously. When Anann had come to him, begging him to leave Tosawi with her. To start a new life, a new pack, starting with just the two of them. In his refusal had hoped to keep her there, never thinking that she would actually leave on her own. She had always taken pride in the responsibilities she had been given. To protect the city, it's people, and to protect the knowledge they had spent years gathering from libraries and universities. Knowledge that allowed them to till the land and tend to the beasts that roamed them. The ability to fibers of wool and plants. She was the very essence of Tosawi and without her the city, the empire would wither and die. With such a high cost, there was nothing that he wouldn't do to bring her home. So that he could take his place at the top.

The silvered male was getting tired of this dance. Tired of having words of anger spat in his face as he only sought out that which was rightfully his in this barbaric land. Though it was different emotion that crossed his face as the other brought to light that she had abandoned the Harleigh name. A look of surprise cutting through the features that wished to contort into snarl and hackles quivering to stand on end. "What?! What name has she taken?" He pressed, showing no reaction to the closing distance between them. For the first time the fear that she had taken a mate in his absence started to creep into his mind, just who's name had she taken?

"Oh, this is no game." He snarled back. His annoyance growing into a true anger as his own teeth come to bare. "I have every right to be here, to seek her out. Anann is betrothed to me, and I will collect that which is mine." If Anann would not come with him, could not be convinced to return then he would take the child. Though that would take considerably more time.

Heath morte dre Soul · 01-30-2011, 12:24 PM

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As a youth Heath had been so quick to anger, so easily provoked. Now, he felt the very same and couldn’t hold it back any more. To the male's question Heath would not answer, he wouldn’t give him any information that might give the stranger the upper hand on his friend. The less he knew the better. All he gave was a snarl, beckoning the beast that was behind the gray eyes of the wolf. There was a piece of a fighter in all of them, it could be broken down to mere instinct. They had been built for the kill, given the ways and the knowledge to do so. It was not well hidden in Heath, and he could see it in this one too.

The horse took a few steps backwards, sensing the anger in her companion as well as the other wolf. He countered with further speech, words that were nothing more then fuel to the fire that blazed in the Marshal’s chest. The thought that Anann was some sort of piece of property was enough to make Heath’s arm raise and sweep through the air to hit the male. But it stayed, trained by all the time he had worked on keeping it still. He had always needed to keep it at ease, but the last sentence that was spoken pulled the trigger.

It was a threat, on Anann and on the pack. He had practiced on the bag in the stables often, daily even. If he could. It had brought his energy out and without hurting anyone. But it had also taught him to be quick, exercised and precise. You’ll stay the fuck away from her. He spoke quickly but in a low and hate-filled tone. His shoulder lifted expertly, rotating only slightly as his fist shot up to hook the male in the face. His other came to protect his face, ready for the next shot if his first did not make contact.

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