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Vheissu had allowed himself four days physical and mental rest. One day he rested, the following he allotted to hunting, eating, and preserving what he did not eat, and the last day was also for rest. But now his small vacation was over, and his task resumed. Before dawn, the two-tone man was up and making sure his pack was full with supplies, kicked out the still warm embers of his fire, and headed north.
As the sun rose to meet him over the peak of the mountains, Vheissu absently wondered what day it was. The swift-footed coydog was nearly to his destination when he realized that it was already the second day of January. The previous year had ended without him even noticing. It was odd, finding oneself in a new year. He did not celebrate the arrival of a new year as many did, only registered its coming as a reminder, mocking him. Another year away from home. Another year without revenge. Another year with a dead father. The regret and sorrow that use to come with these thoughts had lessened every time they occurred to him, only to be replaced by something else. Something worse, perhaps, though that was subjective. Vheissu was ignorant of this transition though, and barely gave much thought to the topic at present. His mind was largely bent on getting to Anathema, the mountain pack.
The winter morning was almost over when he arrived at the foot of the mountain. Halcyon Mountain was the name, he had learned. The trees had abandoned him for the most part, leaving him with scraggly fields and an increasingly hilly incline. Vheissu kept up a constant speed, treading up, over, and between the hillocks of the valley. Light mist rolled off the mountain as the sun warmed it, leaving the ginger man with beads of moisture on his sarape. When he finally reached the borders of Anathema, the sun poured thin, watery light into the valley. Sunbeams hit and refracted off of Vheissu's poncho and made it look like his poor traveler's outfit was encrusted with diamonds. He took no notice, sending a businesslike coyote yawp up the mountain. Knock knock.
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ooc;; hope you dont mind dear! <33
The large slash on his arm had taken just days to crust over and scab. The stitches had been taken out a week and a bit later but he was on strict instructions from MD Demi to keep it elavated and not to use it too much. That hadn't exactly worked with the coyote who remained nameless intruded into the caves of Anathema. Such a bold act of intrusion had infuriated with warrior and he'd dragged the tiny creature out by its ear. After a short bout of anger management where the coyote had become his punch bag, Teddy had gone to leave it for dead. Naniko did not see it fit to let him die a slow death however and the pale lady had dealt the final blow. Though mostly a hit to his ego, Teddy had allowed his leader to kill the coyote.
The warrior would never be haunted by the kills made by him, or the bloody pulp he had reduced the coyote to before Naniko had turned up. But he had had trouble sleeping the night after. This was rarely anything to worry about- Teddy was not a good sleeper at the best of times and usually attempted to sleep with one eye open. He had made his home near the entrance of the cave system so he would always be at hand if anything was going on outside. It had worked so far and he had intercepted enough wolves who tried to get into Anathema.
This morning was no different to any other- he had slept perhaps two hours and felt like he had too much energy to contain himself. He had risen before the sun and performed a customary training session in the woods. He had taken his bow today and worked his body hard till he was panting. He used three training arrows over a two hour traning session and in the end they were blunt where they had hit the tree trunks. He wanted to drop his bow and arrows home before making his way around to Halifax to see if he could find a dagger there. However, an odd noise came to him as he made his way back home. A coyote. Blue eyes locked onto the small figure and he allowed a small growl escape him as he approached.
" You are dangerously close to Anathema's border, stranger."
Came his low voice as he slung the bow over his back. The bowstring slashed across his barrel chest from his two-legged position and he was wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans. He exuded an aura of strength that made him sole protector of Anathema at this point.
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Nope! You are more than welcome. 
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Maintaining his vigil, Vheissu noticed the dampness of his sarape. He frowned, an expression he wore often, and tossed his pack to the ground before stripping off the garment to shake it free of water. Underneath the poncho was a man well built; his shoulders were round and broad, leading to a thickly muscled chest and narrow waist. His form was well hidden in by the vertical black and gray stripes, as was his intention. When the garment was mostly dry, Vheissu donned in once more and plucked the pack up again. As he righted himself, his peripheral caught the form of a black figure approaching him. The mongrel turned toward him, face impassive and unreadable. Here we go.
Another growl. Another cold greeting. Everyone was pretty touchy around here, it seemed. A sigh escaped his maw, but he made no other expression or movement. Vheissu had had experienced his share of paranoia, wariness, and outright open hostility toward strangers. He supposed he should be thankful for such a greeting now, but he hadn’t been thankful for much anything lately. The ginger coydog dipped his head briefly, lowering his deep red eyes in an attempt to show the larger man some respect and that he came in peace. He was only doing his job, after all. And I must do mine, thought Vheissu.
“I know,” came the vigilante’s reply as he raised his head again, not intending to sound curt. Curtness was his style, however, and therefore it was achieved. He allowed the silence to spiral before snatching it up quickly. He figured the other wasn’t one to be trifled with. If he was that big, he wouldn’t want to be trifled with either. Vheissu’s lip twitched before he continued his explanation. ”I’m here to ask a few questions, if that’s alright with you.”
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ooc;; <33
It was tempting to remove the bow from his back and keep it loose in his hands. Blue eyes flashed back to the incident a few weeks ago with the coyote who had come wandering into their lands. Teddy could still remember the hot blood from his muzzle dripping down his throat- it had angered him and fed his bloodlust at the same time. Still, what if this was another of those Inferni spies? Hostile glare came as Teddy padded forward until he crossed the invisible boundary that marked their territory. Though not visual, it was like stepping into a bubble of safety. There were many pups in Anathema now which Teddy rarely thought about. But blue eyes had taken in the orangey coat of the man and his memory had thrown the image of the dead coyote at him. He looked pretty similar to that spy but there was differences that made the warrior think of a crossbreed. Black ears perked forward as the man spoke.
It appeared nobody had respect anymore since the 'I know' that came forth was curt and a little sarcastic to the mans ears. Ears flattened against his head for a moment and he flashed his fangs to show his displeasure at the tone. Still, there might be a potential member here and Teddy knew that Naniko would be pissed if he was rude to someone interested in joining. So he forced his ears to rise and he sheathed his fangs. Slipping the bow from around his shoulders he placed it on the floor along with the orante quiver on his back. He'd made the quiver months ago on his travels and it had served him well since. However, he was not going to be distracted by his handiwork. Blue eyes glanced back at the man as he spoke once more.
" I will answer to the best of my ability. But if you turn out to be a spy, I swear I will tear you asunder."
Came his warning, or threat. Though he hadn't thought a lot on the dead coyote of a few days ago, he didnt particularly fancy making Anathema's reputation even worse by killing another. But if this man turned out to be a spy, there was no saying what Teddy would do. Though a calm visage had settled over the man his blue eyes remained expertly blank of emotion, as he had always been taught to do.
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The hybrid paid little attention to the threat that rolled off the dark man’s tongue. He was not a careless person, it was just that threats had lost their power over him. Vheissu discovered from experience that many people did not mean what they said, and that those that were capable of carrying out their warnings usually did not offer them in the first place. The thought of being a spy both amused and intrigued the vigilante. What was going on in these lands that spies were a common occurrence? White eyebrows knitted together briefly, then smoothed again. Vheissu wished to keep his face calm and impassive, to match his counterpart. He was already jumpy as it was; the coydog did not want any more trouble than was necessary.
“I’m no spy,” reassured Vheissu, looking the wolf straight in the eyes to show he wasn’t lying. “I’m looking for someone. I was trailin’ him through these lands until I lost his scent. Thought perhaps maybe someone round here has seen him or heard of him, figured I’d ask around. So here I am.” The wanderer was not an eloquent man, often speaking in fragments and broken sentences. With the addition of his accent, people often thought him unintelligent. On the contrary, Vheissu was quite well educated, especially concerning geography and botany. He knew the name of nearly every plant around them, from the weeds to the towering trees in the distance. Some of his knowledge came from reading, but the majority of it was due to experience. He had lived in the wild for a long time.
“The man I’m looking for looks a lot like me,” he continued. He hated offering up this piece of information, but it was the best lead he had. “He’s taller though, and lankier. Looks more like a coyote. And he’d probably be riding a horse.”
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ooc;; <33
It would have been a rather stupid observation to say that Teddy was wary of stranger- wary had nothing to do with it. He was aggressive and hostile to almost everyone he knew let alone those he did not. And since Anathema had recently been infiltrated by Inferni spies, it had made the man especially wary of those who neared the borders. And given the fact that the man looked a lot like the corpse Naniko had carried back to their borders, Teddy was even less likely to want to do him a favour. But if Naniko had taught him one thing in his short time here it was that he must never jump to easy conclusions. Having placed himself between the cave entrances and the stranger Teddy felt in control enough to converse with the man, even if was just to tell him to get the hell away from here if he had nothing to say.
He denied being a spy but made the fatal mistake of looking the warrior in the eye. He was obviously a complete idiot and had no idea about etiquette. Blue eyes burned as Teddy allowed a warning snarl to rip from his chest. It was very easy to understand that you never look a wolf full on in the face. It was rude and obnoxious and altogether challenging for the reciever of the stare. If anybody had the right to look into the others eyes specifically it was Teddy and he had avoided it so far so the man would not be offended by the warriors blank stare. He had better look away soon else the man would be sure to teach him some manners himself.
He continued to speak and Teddy was half tempted to dismiss his words as stupid. He had stared at him and that had put the black and white male into a very bad mood. Still he tried taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before looking back at the male. He had given a short description of his missin friend and Theodore was very tempted to tell him that he and Naniko had killed him the other day but though against it. He was not an intenionally cruel person... most of the time. Blue gaze became neutral and uninterested once more and a small shake of his head was given as his first answer.
" I'm afraid I cannot help you, Stranger. The last coyote I saw in these parts was a half-wit and decided to come into our lands uninvited. He met a very... bloody end. However, there is a clan of coyote's not far from here... Im sure you could pick from those lot. Why have you lost him?"
The warrior querried with a slight tilt of his head. He had made himself a promise that he would try and be more sociable and this was his attempt at continuing the conversation. A futile attempt to be fair, but an attempt none the less.
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Though unsurprised by his answer, Vheissu still scowled at the ground and scuffed it with his foot. He was becoming increasingly frustrated with the whole deal. It had not been the first time he had lost track of the man, but each time he had been more anxious, more impatient, more fervent in searching for him. His whole life hung on this hunt, and he would readily admit it. Vheissu’s thoughts wandered for a moment to the coyote that the other had ominously alluded to, wondering briefly what the creature had done other than trespassing to deserve such a fate. The vagabond was no stranger to prejudice, but standing at the borders of this mountain pack made it all the more surreal. Having more latrans blood than rufus, Vheissu often got the rawer end of the deal, and sometimes even worse than coyotes, for he was a strange looking loner. He did not mind though, leastways for himself. His wandering thoughts flashed back to more backwards areas than Nova Scotia, where the prejudice was worse. They were sticky places to be for him, but more for the unfortunate souls who were subject to the prejudice. He could not wrap his mind around it, all the reckless hate. Before losing himself in memory, deep red eyes flashed back to the guardian.
“I’ve already been through yonder,” he answered in reference to Inferni. They were perhaps just as secretive, and of little help. The vigilante pondered the man’s next question briefly before speaking again. “Haven’t rightly lost him. More like he’s tryin’ to be lost.” Vheissu shrugged. “Looks like he succeeded for now. Been trailin’ him. But I’ll catch him back up.” He was quite certain of that. Alive or dead, he would see his quarry again. He hoped, for his own satisfaction, that his prey was still alive.
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ooc;; sorry for the wait <33
Immediately Teddy picked up on the obvious frustration and impatience of the man looking for his friends. His gave had been averted like it should have been in the first place, but this time he deliberately looked down at the ground whilst scuffing his foot along the snowy ground. Theodore wondered if he had any nervous habits that he didnt know about. He knew that when he was younger he had been able to stand perfectly still and straight in front of his father for hours- he preferred his hamstrings in tact as opposed to the brief moment of respite complaining would have gotten him. He didn't tend to whine or moan about anything and he didnt think that he had a habit that expressed anything other than blatant lack of interest in the person he was speaking to. An ear flickered once in some sort of response to his frustrated twitching.
That same ear pushed forward as the man explained about his friend. Well, he didnt explain one bit what was happening, spoke in riddles to deliberatley put Teddy out of whatever loop the man was in. Interesting. But the way the strange man was speaking, it didnt appear that the man he sought was a friend at all. The words themselves implied something entirely different, even if his tone didnt give him away. Teddy didnt know if the man knew his voice had dropped an octave or two when mentioning this unnamed fellow but Teddy allowed a brief relax in the unfriendly knotts in his face.
" I sense some animosity between the two of you? Are you looking for blood?"
Teddy stated briefly, bluntness the only easy way to say what he wanted to. It was obvious the man hunted another and he was searching for him here. He hadn't seen a coyote in these lands since that little pest they'd dealt with, so Teddy was little help to him. But then again, Teddy was a sucker for a fight. Perhaps when the coydog found his quarry, Teddy might help in some way... hopefully a way that involved his teeth in anothers flesh.
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