[M] - Silence of a Soul

Jaden Ohanzee · 01-29-2011, 02:57 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: Strong violence starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

For anyone who is not into lots of reading or does not have the time (including my RP buddy) skip past the first two sections. They are divided by a large space. Sorry for the incredible size :> Helpful information found in the first two sections can also be found @My profile/Jaden’s Inventory Items :3 Big Grin enjoy!

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A bitter wind bit at Jaden’s nose as he ran across a frozen landscape. It was early morning in the silent woodland that surrounded the dark colored wolf. There was not a sound but his light steps through the crisply frozen grass and the slight rustle of the wind caressing the large trees around him. That wind was unforgiving and although it was not harsh or fast, it was brutal. Its cold grasp enveloped Jaden’s body while he moved, only to be stopped by his wonderfully thick fur. It was times like this when Jaden truly felt lucky to be an Alaskan wolf. When his natural protection rendered the cool fingers of Mother Nature completely useless. That was when he loved the fur. In only a few months when he was scratching the loose fur from his under coat and constantly having to clean himself, that is when he would be wishing his thick fur away.

Jaden was warm, that was undoubtedly true, but he was far from comfortable. His muscle ached and cried in agony with every quick movement he took. His lungs were on fire and his paws hurt horribly from the constant abuse they were under. He had been running every day for almost two months now. Since he had left the shelter of the Kaktowik pack, he had been hunted. He did not see his hunter and he was happy about that. If he saw one of the ruthless killers of Uva Atka he would surely already be fighting for his life.

They were ruthless, just like he had been. Just like he somewhat still was. It was ironic that he had savored the fear of his game and the hunt he could only feel when hunting a predator. The hunt of a fellow wolf he had felt so many times in his three years of living. He had killed countless and countless had begged him not to. Talked of a litter that would die without them, or a sick mate they had to get back to. He had heard it all and never shown mercy. Most of the ones he killed were infected cowards or coyotes, creatures who he had deemed unfit for this world. But, he knew in the back of his hardened mind that some of them were telling some truth in their sad stories. Now he ran from the same hunters he had almost been an Alpha to. They had decided HE was unfit for this world.

That is what he had been, but he was no longer. He no longer had a faith to enforce, or a pack to please. He was absolutely alone in this world. He no longer had murder and fear to define him, but that was all he knew. He didn’t know what he was now. A coward? A Matchitehew demon?

Jaden mentally shook away those thoughts. It didn’t matter now. He could feel later. The only thing that mattered now was survival. Kaktowik said they would distract Uva Atka for as long as they could, but he doubted they would have gotten more than a week of hiding his absence. Uva Atka was smart enough not to attack Katowik, but not stupid enough to trust them. So he ran. Where was he headed? ‘Souls. That was simple. He had a debt to pay. His only problem was that every assassin his former pack had sent after him would not stop until they had succeeded in putting on of their weapons into Jaden’s heart. How many he had to worry about was unclear, but he would have to kill them. ALL of them if he ever wanted to escape. He was not sure who would catch up to him if he stopped. That fear kept him running. Jaden recalled the fear in the eyes of his packmates when they had seen him as an enemy. He remembered the only one that did step up to face him too. But Jaden cut that thought short before it could poison his consciousness with grief. Survive. That is all he had to do now. Survive.

The Alaskan wolf was easily the most agile defender in Uva Atka, and therefore the fastest runner in the pack. The only problem was that he had been running for so long. With little rest and time to hunt, Jaden was slowly destroying his body. He was still strong, but he could not keep this up for another two weeks. He had been slowing for the past three weeks till now. He was at almost half his top lupus running speed.

The weight on his back didn’t help either. He still held his satchel that was packed with weapons. The shoulder bag/back pack had been specially designed so he could ware it in both his lupus and secui forms by simply adjusting the neck strap. Inside the black elk-skin bag and strapped to the outside were an assortment of things. The outside straps held Jaden’s, short bow, four arrows, and a shoulder strap for carrying weapons without the satchel itself. The inside of the satchel held a pouch with different vials that each held a different herb. Also in his satchel were his dagger, a whetstone, some cloth he had scrounged from the human cities he had gone through, and a large pair of blades he only had one name for.

Moon blades. Jaden had found them in his pack after he had escaped Uva Atka. They were from his mate, Laura. A last gift that was never meant to be a last gift. She had tampered with his bag before it was given to him and set them in it. Jaden had trained hard with short blades as a main focus, after his archery, for fighting. His favorite type of short bladed weapon was one the metal workers in Uva Atka had begun to craft called crescent knives. The weapon was simply a semi-circle blade with a grip you held your in palm. When you closed your fist, it held the 12-inch circular blade right across your knuckles so that if you were to punch someone, they would meet the blade’s edge before your skin. They were simple slicing weapons that had nearly no defensive qualities.

Laura had fixed this problem as well as giving the blades artistic beauty. Not only were the moon blades crescent knives, but they also had thicker and more durable blades as well as full metal gauntlets connected to them that protected the users forearms gaving him or her an effective way to deflect enemy weapons. She went even further than this to customize them especially for Jaden’s needs. She knew what a fine archer he was and created the moon blade’s gauntlets to allow him to hold his bow and arrow with them on by simply unlocking the blade with a twist and popping the entire blade and fist guard off. It was a very simple design, but effectively turned the moon blades into protective archery gantlets.

She had left a note with them to. One she had probably written days before he was taken into custody. It read “To a defender, a leader, and the father of my pups. I crafted these for you my love, a simple gift but one I am proud of nonetheless. They will keep you safer than any crescent blade ever could. The only thing I ask for in return is that you use them. You have a family now that is nothing without you.”

Jaden’s heart ached as he remembered the beautiful and elegant print she had written the note in. It was much more graceful than anything he would ever be able to write. Then he began to slow his run. He had let the thoughts through, and now he didn’t want to move. He stopped in the middle of a frozen clearing as the morning sun sparkled over the dark mountains at his back. Pain froze his paws and cramped his legs. Pain for the loss of his family and his whole world. He stood there, wondering again. “What am I?… What am I running from?”

He truly didn’t know. Death was welcome, as he had nothing left to live for. Why should he not just lay in the cold clearing until someone came along to slit his throat? The pain would end quickly and his death would be satisfying. No more pain and no more sorrow would be enough for him.

But her words haunted him. The woman who’s blades he carried and who’s love he had lost to deaths cold vice. “Live for me.” Three simple words that were strong enough to melt his paws free from pain and relax his exhausted muscles. It was enough to keep him going. He looked over his shoulder at the mountains behind him wondering how long he had before they caught him. Then he turned back to the forest ahead of him and restarted his everlasting run.

It was morning again and Jaden felt no better than he had the day before. He pulled himself off the frozen ground and stretched his sore limbs. He had slept near the edge of a small cliff like he did whenever the chance presented itself. The last half of yesterday had been exhausting because he had spent it moving over steep mountain terrain to get to where he was now. From the cliff, the Alaskan wolf could see miles into the distance the way he had come. This was planned because now he could look for signs of hunters following him. Doing this before had revealed that the forest held nothing for him but its bittersweet silence, but it was worth the look.

Jaden stepped to the edge of the cliff and looked out on the dark sky. Monstrous clouds were coming toward him in the distance that looked as if they might suddenly descend on the earth and consume everything. Something caught his eye against the dark purple clouds though. In the distance there was a stream of white smoke rising above the treetops. His gaze froze on that long and ghostly smoke. He blinked in disbelieve as he hoped the smoke would suddenly disappear like a hallucination or a dream in the night. But it was day, and the wind began to pick up from the distant storm as it edged closer. The moving air brought with it the unmistakable sent of burning wood. The smoke was from his enemy’s camp. Jaden had been caught up to.

Without another thought, Jaden spun from the cliff and began to shift. He needed the speed of his secui form now because he knew his hunters would have already left their camp for the night. He needed a river. Masking his sent was the only chance he had to loose them. The shifting was done quickly and Jaden used his new found urgency to as energy. He ran down the mountain and into a valley where he hoped dearly was a river. He ran so fast, his balance began to falter with the incredible speed. The wind was pounding him ruthlessly in the face as the wolf ran and Jaden cursed silently. His sent would be on the hunter’s noses long before he even knew they were close.

When the deep bass gurgle of a large river filled the secui’s ears he knew he had some luck. He burst onto a riverbank and came to a sliding stop as he almost went head first into dark water. With out looking at the river he began to shift again. He was out of breath from the run and now the shift took a lot out of him too. Minutes later he stood in Optime form on the sandy bank. Jaden bent down to his satchel that now lay in the sand where he had dropped it to shift. He pulled from the pack his short bow, the moon blades, and his shoulder strap. With ease, he strapped the gauntlets to his forearm and the shoulder strap cross his body. He took the moon blades off their gauntlets and strapped them onto the shoulder strap near his hip so he could use his bow before the enemy was close enough to strike. The shoulder strap also made it possible to carry his satchel on his Optime form, so he quickly strapped it to his back and turned to the water.

Jaden froze. The river was not what he had hoped for. It roared at him as if it challenged him to step into its dark depths. Memories flashed back to Jaden of the Uva Atka ritual he had been forced to under go when he was only a pup. He remembered a large frozen lake and dark figures carrying him. Then without warning he was flying through the air only to come crashing down on the lakes ice. He smashed through and was submerged in freezing darkness only to swim to the frozen surface and scratch uselessly at the frozen barrier between him and air. The river struck this fear into him and he could not bring himself to put a single paw into it.

He tried to banish the fear and started to move up the river’s bank. He need to get as far away from the point on the other side of the river he wanted to exit at as possible so his sent could not be picked up easily again. He glanced to the other side of the bank and noticed a large pointed boulder. He would watch for that when he was swimming down the river.

Jaden pushed himself to get over his fear of the water. He knew he could swim to the other side, but there was still something in him that refused to let up. His heart beat furiously as he tried to convince himself to enter the water. Jaden ran along the wide river for a few hours trying to muster up the courage to jump in. As afternoon approached, large flakes of snow began to fall. They danced and spun through the air as the wind began to die down. Jaden knew he had to get into the river soon or he would run the risk of freezing before he made it to his destination. So he stopped a little while later and concentrated. His heart raced as he prepared to jump into the moving water.

Jaden suddenly felt eyes on him as he stared the water down. His instant response was to look over his shoulder into the forest. Standing in the tree line and watching him was the hunter. Mya’s white fur stood out against the dark tree bark, but nearly blended with the two inches of snow on the ground as she watched Jaden. They looked eyes. The two had been friends since they were pups and knew one another well. The gaze they shared was not hostile, but simply an acknowledgement one another. But she had come for him and he knew it all to well from the bow in her hand and the quiver of arrows on her back.

Jaden moved first. He finally dove into the monstrous river. Within seconds Mya had an arrow strung and sent it whizzing only inches from Jaden’s head as he resurfaced and floated down the quick river. Mya shouldered her bow and ran along the bank after him.

Jaden had miss judged the monster’ power and was having trouble keeping his head above the water as he was hurled and jerked in the river’s currents. He began to panic as large boulders hidden by the dark water smashed into his body and limbs. This was just as bad as he remembered and every instinct in him said to swim for the bank.

Mya was getting ahead of him as she watched her target struggle in the river. She looked up the river and saw a fallen log hanging over the water. It was a perfect perch to take a shot.

Jaden was slowly moving toward the opposite bank and did not notice Mya moving into position on the fallen tree. He clawed his way onto the bank finally and gasped for air. He looked over his shoulder and saw Mya with her bow raised. Jaden quickly dodged to his left and an arrow struck into the snowy sand and rocks where he had been a split second before. He pushed himself to his feet and ran into the forest.

Fast as lighting, Mya had another arrow strung, but trees now blocked her shot. She jumped down onto the riverbank and perused Jaden into the forest with the bow and arrow still strung. She would take the first shot she got. If just one of her arrows penetrated his skin, Jaden would be dead in hours. She had coated each arrow in Wolfs-bane the night before.

Jaden ran and weaved through the trees as quickly as he could. The only thing he knew was protecting him from Mya’s poison tipped arrows were the trees that blocked her deadly accuracy. When a clearing appeared ahead of him he knew he only had one choice. He stepped into the open and pulled the bow from his shoulder. He Spun around and strung an arrow, aiming it into the trees.

Mya stepped into the clearing in full sprint and froze when she saw the mistake she had made. Just before Jaden let the arrow go he had aimed at her chest, there was movement to his left. Mya had not come alone. Her mate Christopher lunged at Jaden’s legs in his Secui form. Christopher hit shoulder first and took Jaden’s legs out from under sending the arrow he had strung harmlessly into the sky. Jaden fell to the ground hard, but quickly caught Christopher’s maw as the secui came back and tried to close his powerful jaws on Jaden’s throat. Christopher’s teeth ground on the armored gauntlets as Jaden let the wolf jump into Mya’s aim. She had strung another arrow and was waiting for a clear shot, but her mate was on top of Jaden now and she didn’t want to hit him.

Christopher tore at Jaden’s gauntlets and his bites were deflected. Jaden reached down for one of the moon blades on his belt slowly as he tried to keep from being bitten by the sharp fangs before him.

One of the gauntlet’s smooth metal surfaces slipped out of Christopher’s mouth suddenly and caused Jaden’s arm to swing out a little too far. Christopher sunk his teeth into Jaden’s thick bicep and warm blood filled the cream colored wolf’s mouth. Jaden grunted as the sharp pain of Christopher tearing his head back and forth raged through his body. The secui was mangling Jaden’s arm, but he had reached and unclipped one of the moon blades from his belt. With a quick movement and a yelp from Christopher, Jaden slashed at the secui’s nose.

Mya watched as the fight continued. She could see Jaden reaching for one of his blades and Christopher was not noticing because he was to distracted by the taste of blood. She shouldered her bow and sprinted toward the fight. She drew her dagger as Jaden rolled over on Christopher. Her mate still had the murderers arm in his mouth and was tarring at it fiercely. From this position nether of them could kill the other. As she stood behind Jaden and raised her dagger into the air, she did something an assassin should never do. She hesitated. The realization that she was going to take her best friend’s life suddenly struck her. “These are Jaden’s last few seconds of life.” She thought with bitter sadness and surprise at the way she felt.

During her hesitation, Jaden had freed his biesep by slashing a deep gash into Christopher’s chest. He quickly locked the blade onto his gauntlet and pinned Christopher’s head down. He looked into Christopher’s dark brown eyes as he prepared to take another life. That was when he noticed Christopher’s gaze was not on him, but on the Optime who’s shadow now stood over both of them. Without a second thought, Jaden spun and slashed deeply into Mya’s muscular white belly. Blood spattered the fresh snow and a shiver ran through Mya’s body. Christopher yelped in agony from the sight. Jaden had swung off Christopher and was on his feet now. He watched as Mya dropped her dagger and fell to her knees, then onto her side in the snow. Christopher was trying to stand, but he couldn’t move his front legs without intense pain because of the deep gash in his chest. Jaden kicked him swiftly onto his back and crouched over the wolf. With his unarmed hand he turned the secui’s head and exposed his neck for a final blow. Christopher whimpered and shut his eyes.

“Jaden.” The voice was weak but familiar. Mya was calling to him. He looked over at her body in the red stained snow. Her eyes pleaded with him and her voice held pure... sadness. “Please, don’t kill him,” She winced. “If you ever cared for me.” Jaden looked down at Christopher who was breathing quickly. Steam bellowed from his cream snout with every huff. “Please.” She begged. She knew the slice to her abdomen was fatal. She already felt cold from the blood she was loosing and she needed desperately to save her mate.

Jaden thought about it for a second. He wanted to acknowledge his friend’s request so strongly, despite the fact she had tried to kill him. He had watched his mate be killed and he knew the unbearable feeling of pure weakness. But he knew Christopher would not stop coming for him once Mya was dead. He could smell the blood heavily in the air and knew she did not have long. With a quick movement that spattered his body with the assassin’s blood, Jaden ended Christopher’s life. Once the secui’s last movements faded, Jaden stood from the body. He slowly walked over to his dieing friend. She had closed her eyes and was breathing shallowly in a spot where her warm blood had melted away the snow. Jaden kneeled by her and looked at the wound in her belly. It hurt him deeply to see Mya this way. She had always been his strong willed best friend. Now she lay weak and dieing because of him. “I’m so sorry-” Jaden started after a moment of silence, but she cut him off.

“You…” She breathed. He picked up her head lightly in his claws when she didn’t continue. Her eyes fluttered open at the movement. “You were my friend…” Her gaze wandered to her dead mate. “You were my friend…” She reached weakly for the dagger she knew was near her thigh. “DIE!” She cried and with surprising agility she stabbed the dagger at Jaden’s throat. He had seen her movement before the attack though and caught her wrist. The dagger shakily hung in the air inches from his Jaden’s fur. He felt her strength pressing against his as she still desperately tried to imbed the blade into his flesh.

Only a few seconds later her strength relented and her arm fell. Tears fell too from her sky blue eyes as she looked up at him. “I never believed it,” She breathed, “But your heart really is cold and black. I’m sorry I didn’t do it. I should have killed you…” She sobbed lightly for a second then looked at Jaden again. “Laura deserved better, Matchitehew.” Matchitehew… Dark Heart.

That last look scarred him. His friend’s eyes were filled with hate and such deep sadness. Then she closed her eyes and relaxed. A soft breath issued from her nose before she faded into eternal darkness. The words she uttered swirled through Jaden’s mind for hours as he sat by her now cold body.

Jaden felt hollow. He had killed his best friend after taking her mate before her eyes. Time began to blur as Jaden sat there in the cold snow. The sun began to set and snow was building on the bodies as he felt the painful hollowness.

He finally shook himself into reality and stood so he could dress his wounded arm and brush the snow and ice from his fur. He was alone again. The forest’s silence gave away not an ounce of sympathy for Jaden. Was he a murder now? Still the question of what he was. No longer did it need to be answered. It didn’t matter to him right then. He had promised to live and so he still lived. He let his mind go blank as he began to through the woods. He wondered until he found a shallow cave where he set up camp for the night.

Jaden moved out of the cave he had found last night slowly, still in his Optime form, which was strange. He had lived so long believing luperci was a curse that even now he didn’t like being in the body for so long. But he didn’t feel like shifting back. He didn’t feel like doing much of anything this morning.

After the events of yesterday, Jaden had to sleep next to a fire to keep from freezing. He also needed the warmth to get the water out of his equipment and dry his bow. He didn’t want the blades to rust or his bow to split.

The morning had ushered in the smell of smoke and new pain. Jaden found many bruises and tender areas that had not been apparent yesterday. Now he was walking with his dagger and bow packed in his satchel on his back. The only weapons he had in veiw were the moon blades on his shoulder strap. He was wearing the black gauntlets.

The forest was still silent, but now it was also covered in a layer of snow. The snow made the silence even more absolute than before. Now not even the trees moved and the sky was a light gray color from horizon to horizon. The lack of life didn’t help Jaden’s mood.

He walked for most of the day through the rough mountain landscape. From what Kaktowik had told him of his journey to ‘Souls, he was very close. As he wondered along the base of the mountain range, he smelled coyote, many coyotes. There was a pack who’s land was butted against the mountains near here. Jaden had NEVER met a coyote he hadn’t killed, much less liked. So he hurried on his way hoping he didn’t run into one of the annoying little dogs and spent a few hours going around the pack lands. Once he finally got to flat ground that was not polluted with the sent of coyote, he headed away from the mountains with a sigh of relief.

Jaden stopped only a little while after leaving the hearty mountains to change the bandages on his bicep. He had wrapped it in cloth and used some of the herbs he had and boiled snow water to cleanse it. As far as Jaden could tell, the wound was not infected. This was a relief because he knew bite wounds were prone to infection from first hand experience.

The Optime was sitting on a hollow log as he rewrapped the wound in fresh cloth and finished packing his supplies back into the satchel. H swung the satchel over his shoulder, and heard a hollow THUNK! Jaden was not sure at first what the sound was and his ears twitched questioningly. Then he looked up at a tree in front of him. Imbedded half an inch in the tree was a large throwing knife. Jaden slowly turned around.

The sight behind him was heart stopping. Standing almost eight feet tall was a behemoth Optime. It was not just any luperci though, but an Uva Atka worrier by the name of Zev. Jaden had known him for quite sometime, but Zev was very quiet when it came to speaking in his former pack, so Jaden had never known him well. Though he really had no want to. Zev was borderline horror movie big. His muscle rippled with every small movement he made and his fur was a dark brown. He stood more than six inches taller than Jaden who was not a small luperci to begin with. But the scariest part was the monstrous six-foot sword he held in his massive claws now.

“I don’t miss.” He said simply as Jaden gawked. “That was once I did not kill you. That just would have been too easy.” He shifted the large sword in his hands. “I need payment for all the traveling I have done.”

Jaden was already twisting his Moon blades into place when the Worrier had finished speaking. “Why not just kill me? It is not part of your vows to show mercy.”

“Mercy you say?” The monster laughed, “I do not show you mercy. I will take your head to Daren, I just wish to have some fun first.”

“Entertainment? Your ignorance will cause your death. Your pack’s beliefs are a sick lie and your fun is in the killing of the innocent.” Jaden said bluntly.

Zev shrugged and stepped toward Jaden. “Call it what you want. I will kill you for spilling the blood of Uva Atka pack members.”

Zev quickly swung the blade strait for Jaden’s head. Jaden ducked and Zev’s sword sunk deep into the bark of a tree. The jolt caused snow from the branches over head to fall with soft PLOT noises. Jaden got close enough to slice at his foe’s body, but Zev simply took one of his hands from the sword’s hilt and punched at Jaden’s chest. Jaden blocked the hit with both gauntlets, but the force of it still made him topple over.

Jaden rolled backward to his feet and faced Zev again. Zev yanked the sword from the tree and grinned. “You see, this is fun, is it not?”

Jaden didn’t answer. He kept running the scene through his head and trying to find a way to out maneuver this luperci’s shear power. This was not going to be easy. Zev swung at Jaden again but this time Jaden parried the blow with his gauntlets. Zev came back with another hit, then another and another. Jaden kept deflecting the sword but each blow rattled his arms so brutally he was afraid more strikes might break his forearm bones. He deflected two more then spun after deflecting a third so that he was close to the giant again. He had to get past the reach of the large blade. He slashed Zev’s chest once. Zev suddenly slammed his elbow over into the side of Jaden’s head, nearly knocking him senseless. The quick hit was followed by another hit to the gut and then Zev slammed the hilt of the sword into Jadens injured arm and slashed with an upward sweep at Jaden’s body.

Jaden cried out in pain from the hit to his injured arm. It brought it out of his momentary stupor. He managed to jump back as far as he could but still didn’t escape the sword’s edge completely. He felt the familiar painful tang of steel run up his chest as the blade cut him shallowly from the bottom of his rib cage to his collarbone. Jaden stumbled back clutching his body. He pulled his hand back and saw the dark blood on his already maroon colored hands.

Zev felt the small wound Jaden had inflicted. “That is the second time I could have killed you. You disappoint me Jaden. I thought you would have been more… entertaining, from what I heard about you. You are boring me so I will not give you more time alive. Raise your weapons and I’ll end this.”

Jaden couldn’t win against this beast. He was outmatched by the large sword AND the Optime wielding it. He should have expected this. Zev was a worrier. They had been trained differently. Jaden was fast and quiet. Zev was meant to be unmatched in power. So he did what any smart wolf would have done. He turned tail and ran. He sprinted away from his death holding his sliced chest as he escaped. He could feel the blood seeping into his fur and feared he might have been cut too deeply for the bleeding to stop on its own. The wound was surprisingly painless because of the sharpness of Zev’s blade.

Escape ended up being impossible though. Zev’s practically uninjured body easily caught up with Jaden and he begin to swing his sword. Jaden heard Zev and waited until the beast’s first swing, then ducked and spun, swing the Moon blades for Zev’s hand. Then he curled into a ball and got as low as he could. Zev had not expected this. Two of the Optime’s fingers were severed and the sword went sailing out of his hand as he tripped over Jaden’s curled body.

The force of his running enemy’s knees as they slammed into Jaden’s body also took his breath. He gasped and stood as quickly as he could, trying to escape while Zev picked up his sword. Little did he know Zev was not worried about his sword now. Unluckily for Jaden, the beast was in a rage and all but ignored the loss of his fingers and weapon. He tackled Jaden pinning his bladed arms with large knees and began to strangle the smaller Optime.

Jaden pulled at his arms and tried to push Zev off, but it was like an entire mountain had just been set on his throat. He struggled to no end as the enraged Zev held his throat closed from air.

Conor Soul · 01-30-2011, 08:29 PM

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His first reaction was to feel despair and betrayal roar through his young, exhausted body, but time allowed thoughts to flutter and evolve, and he could now see that the past confrontation with the dark shaded Saluce had been an inspiring one. It was easier to set on cause now, because from one idea, several more would be born as the young alpha slowly wrapped his mind around a multitude of possibilities. Dahlia de Mai still remained the largest within close proximity, though perhaps not as much in member count. Yet their lands remained rich, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was an outright shame to not harvest and prepare the fruits that surrounded him. Perhaps he had become too narrow-minded; perhaps too relaxed with his title. In the past up to very recently, he had been quick to make up excuses for himself. He had been so much younger than he was now when he had taken the crimson tainted crown and put it on his golden head, and there had always been excuses looming under his skin. Now, perhaps there was a new horizon ahead?

If the quest he had set out on had been only temporary, then now would be the time to retire and hand the reins over to a more experienced and mature man. But, Conor had experienced a revelation a few days ago. This was his pack, and he was their leader. He would fight for his place, and they would know this. There were no valid excuses for him anymore, and to think that he had believed them to be good enough to do a half-hearted job should bring shame to his frame. Thankfully, he still possessed the ability to turn the page and focus on the presence and the future. A new dawn was coming, and he would be ahead of all the rest and greet it welcome as it sprouted to life and made Dahlia de Mai into the haven it deserved to be. Why settle for easy contentment when one could always improve. Thoughts would continue to swirl, and the cinnamon hued male knew better than to try to make sense of them before the turmoil had settled. Something great was in the making though, and again he soaked himself with premature contentment as he remained a spectator of his own mind; watching the newly oiled machinery run smoothly.

Cream painted optime feet brought him beyond the pack’s borders and beyond, but he paid little attention; continuing on autopilot. The majority of his fears seemed to have quickly abandoned his somewhat fearful hide. He remained a father, and his biological daughter was a wonderful little soul without a hint of the darkness he had feared so. There was no curse running through his veins, and of course not through hers. She was a gift; a unique and exciting little treasure that he loved more than he had ever thought himself capable of. And it was so strange that these tranquil thoughts were the ones that inhabited his consciousness as he drew closer to a scene of death. Blissful unawareness was quickly, cruelly executed as sensitive nostrils painted black drew in a touch of crimson. Dark shaded claws pressed against the bag he had made a habit of bringing around with him whenever he strode from Wolfville. His confident pace had lost its initial, useless purpose, but he continued forward, aided by a strong heart holding mandatory care for his fellow creatures. The fresh breeze was not as tasteful with the maroon, metallic aura dancing along with its movement, but it drove him on.

The collision of metal and the all too well known sounds of battle fastened autumn hued ears against the Dahlian’s vividly shaded skull. It could be unwise to advance, but there was no other option for Conor Soul. He was the opposite of his dark hearted father. He believed in life, and he could not turn away from this no matter how much he wished for it. Feet hit the ground more quickly now, and it took only a few moments before the male’s lavender eyes could take in the scene before him. Confusion mixed with captivation was his first reaction, for the technology of the beasts’ armour was stunning to an inexperienced eye. Saluce worked metal after his will, but never before had he witnessed canines dress with metal and wield such powerful weapons. The situation before him was dire, though, and thoughts spun through his alarmed mind, for he knew not the story here. All he could see was two canines engaged in a battle to death; one of them holding a size he hadn’t even known was possible. A giant of a luperci, and the man trapped between his strangling hands seemed to be losing the battle here. Conor did not initially believe in good and evil, but the question sprung to his head now. He had to do something, but who were these two males and who was the antagonist?

It was unimaginable to stand idly by and watch a man die, so he sought his physical reflexes, picked up the closest and sharpest rock he could find and tossed it with all his might, targeting the giant’s large face.

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Jaden’s head begun to swim and the light of the day was beginning to dim. He was dieing and he felt it, but the pattern that was his thought slowly began to become ungraspable. His strength for resisting the beast of a luperci on top of him began to dwindle. Darkness consumed his vision as death crept within spitting distance of Jaden’s soul.

Suddenly, the pressure relented. Jaden was free to move and gasped hoarsely for air. He rolled over onto his belly with a few coughs and sputters, but could not stand as the black washed back from his vision and his heart throbbed painfully behind his eyes. THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD. It was slower than it naturally should have been now but proof Jaden still lived. It took a second of disbelief and disorientation before his mind cleared enough to remember what he had just come so close to.

The still slightly disorientated Optime looked to his left where his attacker had his back to Jaden. “How dare you!?” He growled darkly and took a step toward a cinnamon colored optime ahead of him.

Jaden tried to stand, but could not get to his feet. He was to dizzy to get pasted his knees. He no longer listened to what Zev was telling this stranger, but uselessly tried to stand again. If he could get to his feet, he might be able to strike at the monster’s unprotected spine with his bladed gauntlets. Severing it would render him nearly defenseless without the use of his legs. But no matter how hard Jaden tried to get to his feet, he could not stand without wobbling down onto one knee. The large optime was getting closer to his new target as Jaden struggled.

Without being able to get at the gargantuan Optime with his blades, there was only one way for the injured Alaskan luperci to keep another from dieing by the hands of Uva Atka. He removed the blades from his gauntlets, letting them fall to the snow, and reached for his bow. He was distraught when his bow was not in the quiver on his back. This was the deciding moment of Jaden’s life. If Zev turned his attention back to Jaden, he would be done for.

The bow lay in the cold white powder six feet away from Jaden. It had been thrown off his back during the scuffle. He stood, stumbled a few steps, and fell to the ground next to the bow. He grabbed it and rolled over so he could see Zev’s exposed back. With a fluid motion, Jaden then drew the bottom half of a broken arrow from his quiver. Then another. He reached back again, dearly hopping one of the arrows had survived the brutal attack on his body.

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The young male could feel his fingers adopt a light tremble as the expected adrenaline pumped his veins full of nervous energy. He curled those fingers into tight fists as the physically impressive male’s attention turned to the intruder—him. Eyes sternly glared at the man that so wished to be a murderer. Conor’s chin rose defiantly, though he was not much wiser after making the choice to toss the first rock. Had this been a completely honourable man he would have explained the situation. Or, at least, this was what Conor would have expected anyways. A sum up could have been created with ever a small sentence, but instead, the man’s feet brought him closer to the invading Dahlian. Quickly, caramel painted fingers shifted and darted into the supply bag to draw up a sizable pocket knife. The item would not be particularly helpful against plate and weapons, but it was all the Soul male had, and he would rather meet the giant with this weapon clutched between his palms than nothing.

Movement was detected behind the slowly approaching form of the other, but subtle sunset eyes consciously disallowed themselves to draw to the source of movement. His pupils were locked on the ogre and stayed there, giving no hint whatsoever that there were things happening behind him. One step backward turned into two and three. He had made a mistake by involving himself in this, but if he had been allowed to make the move deciding his involvement again he would only have made that same mistake. That was who he was, simple as that. If he just chose his moves carefully, the speed held by the smaller of the two standing males would assist him greatly. A blow from the giant would mean the end for the Dahlian King, but he was not completely unaccustomed with battle and knew that he had subtle advantages that would not allow him to become the easiest of targets. This man would have to work for his meal.

”Stay back,” he warned the other, though most likely it would be no use. The short blade mostly used to cut herbs and slice though meet was held out before him, and he continued to step in the opposite direction of the giant.

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Jaden Ohanzee · 02-02-2011, 10:53 PM

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“You attack me to save a stranger who has raped and murdered? Then your stupidity has earned you a death similar to his.” Growled Zev as he stepped within attack distance of the strange Optime. Jaden heard him give a growling laugh. “That is an impressive blade, mut. See if you can get a good strike in before you die.” Zev pulled back one enormous hand for a strike. Jaden lifted his sore arms with the bow in hand and an arrow lying across its. From one knee, the injured Alaskan held his breath to steady his aim and let the arrow go. It sailed quick and true with an air splitting sound and imbedded itself into Zev’s back. The Optime froze in mid swing with a shudder, gasped once, and fell to the ground.

The dark killer shouldered his bow and got shakily to his feet. He walked slowly over to Zev and drew his dagger. The large luperci was not moving from his still place in the snow, but Jaden wanted no more surprises from this monster. With a swift strike, he slashed the exposed part of Zev’s neck.

with that, Jaden felt back onto his tail and just sat there, breathing and clutching his bloody dagger. “Are you alright?” He said quietly. He didn’t want to stain his bruised voice box. He had tried to get Zev before he could hurt the stranger. “That was a dumb thing to do. He would have had no problems killing you.” Jaden breathed, feeling more angry toward himself for endangering another than his savior for helping.

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Lips curled upwards without humour as mocking words were spoken. Perhaps they were true, but why should he believe a stranger’s words? He believed in survival, and to doubt himself right now was of no use. Perhaps this state of mind made no difference, but he refused to stand idly by to watch his own soul detach from his physical form. The blade remained in front of his reeling form. Perhaps it could be possible to stab at the giant’s face once he was close enough. A large, muscular arm rose, and lavender watched the blade glint in the daylight. There were no images rushing through his head at this point, and all he could think was that he was disappointed.

No glinting metal lunged for him, but tense muscles found no rest yet. Sunset gaze watched the giant fall to the ground, and he wondered if it was his own mind adding a light tremor under his feet as the meaty form of the largest canine he had ever seen met the ground. Then, he saw the arrow standing out of the fallen warrior’s back. He turned his face somewhat away as the other canine approached to make certain the giant would never get up again. And still, the small blade remained before the autumn hued Dahlian, for one man still lived and all he knew was that the giant had called him a rapist and murderer. Not promising and he was well aware that he might be facing another horror in a smaller, though not less frightening canine.

Words seemed soft, though the obvious truth was voiced by an accent that was not from around here. What mattered was that he was still alive, and he refused to think about the different outcomes this scene could have offered. Instead of responding to words that seemed kind, he would address the threat straight away. ”Did he speak the truth?” the pack wolf asked, serious gaze scrutinizing above the dull blade. Had this all been a roaring mistake?

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Now that the giant was dead, Jaden had assumed he would have no more fighting to do. The Optime stranger still clutched his small weapon and regarded Jaden with a slightly hostile question. The air stayed tense for a few moments as the Alaskan took in the situation. The stranger had just witnessed the death of a soul and entered a fight that he held no roots in. He did not know Jaden was innocent, or that Zev was part of a bloodthirsty and power-hungry pack. He only knew there were to strangers and one was now dead. The Alaskan stood shakily again and let his dagger fall to the snow. “Whether I am innocent is truly up to you to decide. I will tell you that I am. That brute is part of my former pack. I was to be Alpha, but they attempted to frame me for the crimes he described and steal the position for another. They succeeded and I fled before they could kill me.” Jaden made a waving motion toward Zev with the hand he was not using to put pressure on his still bleeding chest wound. “He is the last assassin who could have possibly followed me this far from their ranks. If you decide I am guilty, I will abscond from this area quickly. I have no wish to spill more blood today, mine or yours.” Jaden finished quietly and concentrated on keeping his balance. The Earth suddenly seemed to begin shifting its gravity. Only deep, even breaths kept the darker Optime on his feet.

The stranger seemed determined figuring out what he had just done in saving a life and costing another. Jaden was not sure what to do if his savior decided badly and attacked. He could not run far in this condition as his adrenalin had begun to slowly lessen its empowering flow in his veins rendering him weak from the ordeals he had survived. His mind would not let him raise a weapon at this innocent stranger either. Exhaustion and pure refusal to fight would render him defenseless to an attacker who held so much less threat than a member of Uva Atka.

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He did not like to judge without proof, and so was uneasy with the situation he was currently forced to face. He received an explanation of sorts, but how could he trust the words that the other spoke? It would be word against word. The Dahlian supposed he just had to have faith. They had both evaded death today, and there was no desire to continue any form of hostility. This voice was softer than the giant’s, and it was easy to make himself believe in that explanation. What was done was done and that was it. Giving a weary sigh, the pack wolf let the hand wielding the short blade drop, dropping his hostile pose just like that. ”I’m not your enemy today.”

A medic’s eyes were on the other canine now, and he saw a lot of crimson. ”You should sit down,” he suggested, doing his best to let his face adopt tranquillity once again. There was no urgency in the scene anymore, but the gash running across the man’s chest was worrying, though he knew that the vivid colour could easily make the bleeding look worse than it actually was. Turning to his bag, the wolf started to rummage through its contents, taking a step toward the dead and the living as he sought for the anti-bacterial fluid and clean cloth. ”Would you mind if I took a look at your wounds, soldier?”

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Jaden Ohanzee · 02-07-2011, 01:02 PM

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There was a short silence between the two wolves after Jaden explained his situation. Neither spoke. Even the snowy forest seemed to wait in desperate anticipation for what came next.

With a sigh, the stranger lowered his weapon. He was no more willing to fight than the injured Optime. Jaden watched as the warm colored stranger approached him, drawing what looked like medical supplies from his bag. “That is not necessary, you have done more than enough already.” The Alaskan breathed. His dagger lay in the cold snow, its sliver blade and hard wood handle contrasting with the white. He bent down slowly and put the weapon back into is sheath before moving a little ways away from Zev’s body. He rested on a tree and looked to the stranger, still dizzy and wondering if he should sit or not. “Thank you for doing what you did. If not for you, I would surely be dead.” He said lowering his head to the man. The stranger had a very light way of carrying himself, and the expression he had replaced hostility with was somewhat relaxed and tranquil. This Optime was not just a passerby. Jaden could almost feel the leader ship radiating from him in the bravery and the kindness he was still showing. So, for the first time in his life, Jaden displayed submissive gestures to a stranger. He was, after all, vulnerable, weak, and grateful to still have his life. “My name is Jaden, stranger. What is yours?” He hoped the man might have some information about the local packs in ‘Souls. Finding Vigilante, the wolf he had promised to deal with, was the last thing on his agenda before he could start living his own life. Living for only himself and the last words of his beloved.

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His offer was declined, though politely. Eyebrows slowly rose in professional dissatisfaction, but it was not up to him. It was the stranger’s right and that was all there was to it. Fingers had curled around the small beholder of transparent liquid that so effectively destroyed flourishing bacteria, but now they relaxed, reeling from the innards of the bag as there was nothing he could fetch for the injured warrior before him. ”All right,” quiet tones announced, and the knife too found its way out of his hand and into the medical container. Arms moved to cross before his chest, but it was not really meant as a defensive or hostile gesture, though it probably was unconsciously caution shining through in his body language as his face remained perfectly calm.

Jaden. ”I am Conor from Dahlia de Mai, a pack not too far from here,” the lilac eyed male revealed, finding it could be helpful to add his alliance to explain the prominent scent of the pack that owned his autumn hued coat. A gentle smile tugged at his still lips, for the appreciation he was faced with strengthened the belief that he had done the right thing; that he had chosen to save the right soul. ”What are you going to do now?” he then asked, thinking about the promised future that had been taken away from Jaden. It was not a lively story he had told, and the Dahlian could only wonder exactly why this all had happened. There must have been a reason why he had not become the leader, but it was difficult to guess if the reasons for plotting against him had been good or bad.

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Jaden Ohanzee · 02-14-2011, 12:24 PM

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Jaden listened intently to the stranger as he gave his name. Conor. The way he spoke of his pack ensured a high-ranking position in it as well. Whether he was Alpha or not, the Alaskan wasn’t sure. When Conor asked unexpectedly what Jaden’s plans were now, he was caught off guard. Not only because it was a slightly personal question to ask someone you hardly knew, but also because Jaden really didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to admit that he was repaying someone else for save his life by taking another. If his target was a friend of this male, he might decide against letting Jaden go. “I have traveled here to meet an old friend of mine.” Jaden said, standing up strait from the tree had rested on, but keeping his tail low and averting his gaze, “He might have some advise for me.” He lied then hesitated. It seemed like an impolitely curt answer for his savior. What to do after business was taken care of was something Jaden had no answers for though. He knew no one. He had nowhere to go. Life just fell into a meaningless expanse of time. “After that… I haven’t the slightest idea.” Jaden sighed truthfully.

The shallow, but long cut running down the Optime’s white fur beckoned with pain when he stood strait. It needed to be treated, and since Jaden had declined the help of this stranger, he was going to have to do it himself. He fetched the brown satchel from his back and brushed the snow from its straps and pouch. The bag was in thankfully in good condition after the battles it had been worn through. The medical supplies inside looked to be sufficient, until Jaden realized he had no more cloth or bandage. “I could actually use some assistance with this wound. I don’t have all of the supplies I need.” His ears flattened with embarrassment and he with drew a glass vile with some antibacterial fluid in it. “The cloth I had didn’t last me very long.” He shrugging his shoulder to indicate the still fresh puncture wounds bandaged there.

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Perhaps it was an invasive and ruthless question, but Jaden could always choose not to answer. It was curiosity that drove the autumn shaded creature, for the man dressed in plate had apparently gone from a life with a brilliant future to nothing, forced to flee from his home. Conor had issues imagining such a bold change in one’s life, and therefore did not even attempt to guess what was going on within the injured man. A court nod was given as he was granted a doable answer anyway. To seek advice from an old acquaintance was the opposite of a poor idea, and the Soul male found himself hoping that the other would find answers on what to do next.

There was nothing more concrete that Jaden could give, and the lilac eyed male accepted that without a problem. It was not his business anyway, and any answer would do at the moment. ”I see,” he breathed, allowing face to settle with slightly sympathetic features, though there was no pity apparent in his tranquil orbs. Life would always go on in one form or the other, and therefore he was certain that the man eventually would figure out what his next step was going to be.

A subtle silence entered the scene as the man started rummaging through his own bags. The moment assistance was requested (or accepted, rather), Conor executed the remaining distance between them, finding two bundles of fresh and clean cloth from the medical bag’s innards. ”I have more than enough,” he revealed, holding out the bandages to Jaden. Lavender settled on the glass Jaden had fished up, and he supposed he had found yet another creature with some medical knowledge. A gentle curve graced the cinnamon hued man now, eager to be of some assistance. After all, Jaden had saved his life as well. Gratitude went both ways here.

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Once Jaden accepted some help from Conor, the warm Optime wasted no time in closing the distance between them. Though his features did not betray anything but being calm and collected, the injured Optime could feel that he was eager and happy to help. With a few familiar movements, Jaden tore a small piece off of the cloth he was given and used it to clear some of the blood from his fur before painfully using the potent disinfectant on his laceration. He tried to ignore the burning sensation and began to slowly and carefully wrap the cloth around his torso to protect the injury.

“Thank you,” Jaden said to Conor, trying to keep his teeth unclenched, “You are so generous Conor,” He stopped and winced when the cloth slipped, then continued, “risking your life to save a stranger like me, then helping to bandage my battle injuries. Why do you give such gifts so freely?”

The question was a simple one, and seemingly as personal as the one that had been asked before. Conor knew nothing of Jaden, for if he had, he might have thought twice of saving his life. He was not evil, but felt like he should be considered so. The things he had done and supported in his life this far were inexcusable in the eyes of any god. The change in personality and true realization what a monster he had been were still shaping Jaden. He felt different and wanted so sorely to prove to himself that he had the sympathy it took for one to be considered truly good, but could not find it, especially considering his current quest. This noble male inspired such a burning passion for stability and goodness in Jaden that he nearly gave up on the hunt right there. There had to be a place Conor got his good from, a reason he was so kind.

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Generous? The golden male resisted the urge to shrug it away. Jaden was not the first creature to say such words, and the Dahlian willed there to be truth there. He would not become his father. A smile remained on pale lips, but it was hard for the male not to take action as he watched the male in pain. Why couldn’t they all live in peace? It was useless to think such thoughts, because it could never be. He couldn’t help dreaming though.

It could have been a mistake to risk his life for this man’s, but he was starting to get the impression that he had done the right thing after all. That was more than enough payment for Conor’s sake. ”If the gifts are mine to give, I don’t see why I shouldn't give them freely,” he replied, words genuine in nature. ”Perhaps I was a fool to interrupt such a scene I had no knowledge of, but I believe it was the right decision.” and that was all there was to it, really. ”I do not believe in violence,” he added, risking that the other would see him as weak for such words. However, this was who he was, and the pack wolf was not ashamed of this.

Lavender eyes travelled down along crimson lines again, and he grimaced slightly. ” Would you like me to brew some tea to ease your pain?” The male did not really expect a yes to the question, as Jaden seemed to wish to take care of things himself, but he felt that he had to ask nevertheless. Conor had all he needed in his bag, so it was only fair to offer.

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”I am eternally grateful and I envy your sense.” Jaden told Conor, “If I shared your values, I may not have come so close to death at the hands of that beast.” Jaden said peering past Conor’s brownish fur at the dead Optime behind him. There was a twisted feeling in his gut that the monster might have somehow escaped the holds of mortal life and would rise again, but the body continued to lie still in the shallow snow.

Though Conor gave no place from which he drew his kind spirit, he gave instead a simple and honest answer. After a short pause, Jaden began to speak again, “I am in your debt, if ever you need my help for anything, seek me out. I will gladly repay you in any way I can.” After Jaden stated this, Conor continued to show hospitality by offering some tea to help ease his pain. The offer was tempting. It had been many months since Jaden had enjoyed the simple warmth of hot tea, but he again declined, “Pain strengthens the soul,” the dark Optime smiled, “but if you intend to help me further than you already have, I could use some information,” Jaden shifted his weight on his sore paws, “My friend, Vigilante, who’s counsel I seek, migrated her some time ago. It was because of problems in our pack that he left on bad relations.” Jaden lied well, “Because of the similarities between our situations, he might offer some help. The only problem is that I don’t know where in these pack lands Vigilante finally settled. Do you know of him…?”

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Conor’s way of dealing had advantages and disadvantages, as everything did. The appreciative lines of a smile remained as Jaden’s words said that he envied this sense. Perhaps it was merely politeness that brought such words forth, or maybe it was genuinely spoken. The Dahlian was a skilled peace keeper, but what would he have done in times of war? How would he have dealt with insistent conflict? No matter how much he wished for a better world, there were many that did not agree with his perspectives and it was impossible to please all. Larkspur had seemed to admire Haku as a leader and called the demon’s son weak without a spine. He could to some degree understand what the black man had meant, but his soul did not wish to bend that way.

Jaden had no debt he was required to pay, but if the man thought so himself then Conor would keep him to it. He had just made another ally in this world, and he did not doubt taking action any longer. The tea offer was gently declined, and Conor nodded, understanding. ”So they say.” Was it pain that had eventually helped the young Soul male to get up and away from his father’s looming shadow? Was that where he had gotten his strength? Ears perked at a name he recognized. Conor had never had the pleasure to meet Vigilante, but he was fairly certain he knew where the man was located. There was a man by that name that led one of the neighbouring packs; Cour des Miracles.

”There is a Vigilante Haskel living in a nearby pack with the name Cour des Miracles. If you continue south you will eventually arrive at their borders.” No doubt that would be helpful if Jaden wished to seek out his old friend.

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Jaden Ohanzee · 03-07-2011, 05:46 PM

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What luck! Jaden had spent less than a day in this new land and he now knew the exact location of his target. It would be simple to just deal with the wolf and be off, but the assassin knew what a valuable asset information was. It would be wise for him not to go only on the word of one stranger, no matter how kind hearted and trust worthy he seemed. The land should be ridden with more people who know of Vigilante if the first person Jaden met knew his whereabouts.

Conor was respectable; A kind individual and an undoubtedly great leader. Like Jaden, he knew what it felt like to have people aspire to be like you, to follow your word and trust your judgment. But their situations were so dissimilar. Here, Conor was successful, or so he seemed to be. He certainly did not have murderous assassins trying to take his life. Jaden had not spent a single day in his promised position before being ousted from the pack and labeled a murderer. He had not even reached Alpha before distrust and jealousy tore away any dream he had of leadership. Perhaps such an atrocity could have been avoided. If the Alaskan had earlier developed a mentality of neutrality and compassion, he may have been able to keep control of Uva Atka and inspire enough love in his brother to not plot against him. Such kindness would have also meant the death of him though. Uva Atka would not have stood for it and he would have been killed before they let him show mercy to some doomed creature. So maybe Jaden was never meant to be a leader. Maybe he was meant to come to this land and change his life. Thoughts of this would swirl around Jaden’s mind during the next month or so. The only thing keeping him from giving up the hunt would be the rage at the death of his mate. The feelings he hid from and kept veiled in a shroud of anger and determination to murder.

Until he came to face his emotions, the injured Optime would keep his one track mindset. “You are again so very helpful Conor. Thank you and with that, I must go. If I still have a traveling to do, I’d like to get as far as I can before nightfall.”

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Conor nodded again; understood the fuel that urged the other to continue his journey. If it was the same Vigilance as he sought, Jaden was close to finishing his journey. Eyes dropped to the still form of the giant, but he was no longer tormented by the doubt. The type of personality he was faced with soothed him; made him certain that he had made the right choice. This life had been worth living, worth risking his own for. Conor would not ponder about the different outcomes this scene could have ended up with, for everything had turned right now. The Dahlian would remain worried about Jaden’s wounds, but the other seemed well capable of handling it himself.

”I understand,” he spoke, knowing that this was a goodbye. He wondered if their paths would cross in the future, but he was not one to predict. ”I hope you find some answers,” he said, voice soft and quiet. ”Be safe,” That was all the man would need for his departure. Conor remained curious about the scene, but turned his back to it and walked away. It would only have been proper to bury the dead giant, but the Dahlian did not have the mindset of an angel. He wished to be gone; gone from blood and corpses. There was a beast inside him, and the stench of metal seemed to feed it.

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Conor bid his farewells and wished Jaden a safe trip. “Good bye Conor.” Was his only answer as the wolf turned to leave. The Alaskan knew the other hadn’t an idea what his true goals where, and it almost felt wrong to lie to such a person. But he had and now he was alive to go about doing what he needed to. There was no look of sympathy or thoughts of burial for Zev from Jaden. The killer had tried to take his life and failed. Uva Atka would now bury him if they could either. He had failed in their eyes and deserved to die. The poor giant died without a single person to morn him. The only mourning he would receive is from the buzzards that would be annoyed when his flesh ran out and would no longer fill their bellies. A cruel death to die.

Jaden did do something though. Looking over his shoulder to make curtain Conor was no longer watching, he looked at the body and spit in disgust. He felt no connection to his former pack any longer and would kill all of them if he had the chance. Once he dealt with Vigilante, they would not come and Jaden would be free to himself. Perhaps, if he was successful and not killed, he would visit Dahlia de Mia once more on his way out of the territory. But who knew where the winding roads of life would deliver him in the future.

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