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Shiloh hills; Silvano had been here many times before. The last time, however, had been when he had met that girl, what was her name? Shiloh, of course. How could he forget? She shared the place's name and had seemed to be full of pride that it was her name as well. She was kind of a brat, he recalled, but she had been cute, if that was her only redeeming quality. But she had gotten lost, so Silvano felt even a bit sorry for her, so they had worked for a while to get her back on her way home. Though he had no idea which way Dahlia was then, he now knew that it was northward. Should he ever want to go find her or anyone else, he would head up that way. Maybe. He was not fond of the girl, but she had gotten nicer as their encounter grew on.
Why was he in the hills again? He could not say. But he was looking to escape the doldrums of pack life for just a few minutes. It was mostly his family anyway; he wanted to meet other people, from anywhere else. All he knew in his life were his sisters, brothers, and the rest of his blood kin. It was not boring; they were all different, but with his older brother always up to something with that Aro cousin of theirs. It was iffy, but Silvano could care less what his brother did, drugs or whatnot. He figured everyone got up to that at some point, though he himself shied away from booze and smokes. Maybe he would try it one day, but he heard what they did to a wolf. And Silvano did not want to turn out that way.
Sighing, the Sadira boy reclined against a tree. The ground below him was muddy and the breeze was still not a comfortable warmth. The mud had been moist in some places and only now did he manage to get all of it off his foot pads. He might have to find gauze, aka steal some from Cambi, and wrap his feet the next time he went out; this was kind of gross and he did not want to track it inside. Silvano looked up, reaching for the nearest branch of the tree. Pulling himself easily up, feet against the tree, and sat on the thick branch with a sigh. His tail swished behind him, hanging off the side. But now, he wondered, what was he doing here?"
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What time of day is it? Afternoon-ish or something? lol
Denver had traveled through most of the land that belonged to the Cours des Miracles. He'd become more and more impressed the more he'd explored, but he still did not feel as if his picture of paradise was complete. He needed a place to stay, of course, and so this would do, for now. Denver wondered, though, how long his vague infatuation with the place would last. The ivory, coffee-dipped dog enjoyed the idea of being treated like royalty. He wanted to be a Prince, wanted to know he was in control of something. For now, he was only in control of himself. That wasn't enough.
The Seigneur who could hardly state his own rank passed the marked borders of the Kingdom, eager to follow the bright green attractive field ahead of him. Icy eyes scanned the area, and he knew that he would come here again. Miles of lush green that he would seek out on lonely nights in place of true company. The open sky would substitute. If only there was a true, bustling city nearby that he could escape to. It seemed they were rare, if any still existed at all. The boy felt out of place everywhere; this place, though, he would try to mold to fit.
In his daydreaming contemplation, it seemed his straight steps had carried him farther than he'd thought. He no longer saw the water to his left, and his strong nose failed to detect more than the slightest hint of salt. Huh, he realized to himself, standing still now and looking around, hands on his hips; he hoped he could find the way back.
Denver stood a few yards behind a single, lonely tree surrounded by small bushes. A cracking sound followed by a rustling sort of noise alerted the ivory man to it, and he stepped closer, cautious. Icy blue eyes narrowed as he stared, scrutinizing the thing from a close distance. Was that a person in the tree? Frowning, he called out and up.
"Hey!" he said, waving his hands to try to get the guy's attention. "What're you doin' up there? Tryin' to scare the shit outta people?" It seemed that the Luperci here were quite good at that game.
He realized as he neared that the man carried no weapons, but the scowl on his face still remained. With hands firmly on hips, he looked upwards from the trunk. He was greeted by the low angle view of a rather handsome Luperci, and immediately his demeanor shifted, curious and intrigued.
"You often like hidin' in trees?" he wondered, brushing an offending leaf off of his clothing quickly before returning his gaze to the treetop.
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The Sadira youth stared off into the distance, ignoring the ground, and just marveling at the blueness of the sky above him. It was a nice afternoon, and the youth liked staring at the sky, day and night. Clear nights were gorgeous, cold but beautiful at this time of year. The days were breezy and chilly but still lovely if it was partially cloudy or even clear as fresh mountain streams. He relaxed into his seat, letting his tail sway with the wind, legs bare. He wore only a light jacket, feeling it was too warm for the scarf his mother had knit for him. But he was not the kind to take to wearing pants. Even wearing the jacket was kind of a surprise.
Silvano gasped in surprise, shaking on his branch as his shock got him off balance. His legs flailed a bit and he grasped onto the branch tighter, feeling loose bark digging into his palms. He ignored the mild stinging pain as he straightened, and held onto the tree tightly, reaching up with a hand to hold onto a slightly higher branch for extra protection from falling or getting unbalanced. This time he would not fall off his tree, to fall flat on his face and embarrass himself like a stupid child. Stiffening, he looked down at the person below. Forest green eyes found the source of the voice. Silvano raised an eyebrow at him, wondering who he was.
"Apparently I have a habit of doing it," he mumbled softly, remembering scaring Shiloh not that long ago. But she had been stupid and thought him a dead body up a tree. Rolling his shoulders, Silvano shrugged. "I just like climbing 'em. Not my fault people wander by and then get scared because they're inattentive." Grabbing the branch above his head with the other hand as well, the brunette edged himself off the branch. He fell, controlled, off of it, and landed on the ground near the other man. He rose up, putting the stinging in his palms and his right wrist aside, focusing on the stranger. "Why? You often like skulking around?"
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Shooort, sorry! Lol, he's so contradictory and assholish. 
His attention was lax and strangely patient as the boy in the tree gasped in shock, nearly losing his balance. Denver gave a modest chuckle; at least he wasn't the only one caught off guard.
"Careful, kid!" he said with a laugh, backing up to give him space to climb down. "Habit or not, climbin' so high is dangerous." Denver scowled; besides a better vantage point, what was so fun about climbing trees? If you fell, it would be so easy to die. The stranger called him inattentive, and Denver's mood again darkened. "Don't be rude, boy," he growled. The wolf-dog could be inattentive if he wanted to be. This was a free world, after all, wasn't it? He'd been enjoying a leisurely day, and now his stress was rebuilding against his will.
The granite and rust colored stranger let himself down from the tree, now, and Denver's icy eyes quickly set upon him. He wore a simple thin jacket, but no other garments. To Denver's annoyance and dismay, the younger man was taller than he. Despite this, the ivory dog stepped closer, sizing him up. At the stranger's inquiry, Denver scoffed, eyes narrowing and boring into the stranger's emerald ones.
"Maybe I do." he said firmly, plainly, one hand resting firmly on a hip, and one leg bent as his weight shifted. "But that ain't really your business, is it? I can do what I like."
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The boy shrugged after he had dusted off himself, glancing at the man, who seemed displeased that he had been insulted. It had been a light one, weak at best, so Silvano was not sure why the man suddenly seemed much colder than before. The young man was not too peeved but it did dishearten him that already he had been judged so harshly, but hopefully he had not. Why did everyone seem to meet him at a bad time in his life? And this one had taken so small a joke so seriously it seemed. Even the way the other man sized him up made him nervous and self conscious. It was not the best feeling. Had he done something so wrong?
"Sorry," he apologized meekly, not sure it was really all that necessary here. Whatever kept the man from turning even icier and angrier at the Sadira youth. Silvano noticed that the stranger was a tad shorter than he. Not surprising considering how tall his father, Kansas, was, even though his infamous mother was shorter, and of shorter wolf descent at that. He was more heavily dressed, this stranger, though it was not nearly as rag-tag as the young adult had occasionally seen. Silvano himself had a preference for slick jackets, usually leather, though they were hard to find; the Dreamer had only one such jacket.
The other man seemed displeased, but Silvano did not back down. A knight did not stand down or flinch, and his family, his pack, was filled with dreamers and knights and dreamer knights. "Didn't say that," he countered gently, thinking he could stop this conversation from heading somewhere awful. "I didn't tell you to do anything," he added plainly, shrugging, nonchalant. Whatever the man said, he could not have been more wrong; Silvano did not want him to do anything. Hell, he did not even know him. Honestly.
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Weird post!
The boy's response was instantly apologetic, and Denver's tension slackened. Through furrowed brows he stared hard at the younger boy; despite his height, Denver expected to be treated with respect. He scoffed, crossing his arms and looking away. "Fine."
The strangely furred mutt stepped away from the tree, feeling oppressed by it's large trunk and low-hanging branches. Pale eyes surveyed the land, coming to the conclusion that it was quite as barren as much of the area he'd already traveled. "Not much out here, is there?" he wondered aloud, eyes narrowed in suspicion. The place was green and lush, but the tree cover was sparse. Such open plains meant weakness. He wouldn't blame anyone for avoiding it; he certainly wouldn't live here. "What else is 'round here? Anything interestin'?" he asked, his voice very nearly demanding. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. Where was he to go next?
If this "Kingdom" could not meet his needs (something Denver was almost counting on already), he would need a backup plan. Unfortunately, his faith in this place at all had faltered upon his arrival. Most of it was nothing like the stories. "Where'd you come from?" he asked, turning back to the wolf-boy, icy blue eyes locked onto his. He stood close to him, inhaling his scent and appraising him, face coming inches away from the gray boy's as he moved to interrogate. "What's it like?" he asked, accented voice smooth and dark as his eyes wandered the stranger's body briefly. Wherever the rude boy had come from, Denver suspected it wouldn't suit him. Pack life seemed so tedious; maybe Denver should just avoid it altogether.
And yet, he craved the feeling of belonging. He craved it and sought it, but hadn't yet found it, so he remained unsatisfied. But the wolf-dog knew that it couldn't last forever. Eventually, he would find his place.
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The youth furrowed his brows at the other man's statement, following his gaze to the flowering land around them. Not much out here? Was he blind? There was plenty out here! The trees were not too many, and there were few magnificently large ones growing. Humans had mostly cut down a lot of them and now the saplings from back in the day had reached their young adult lives. But they were turning green and the grass was vivid! What else was there? Could he not see the soft flowers blooming for the spring growths, the little creatures roaming the world beneath the shading leaves? Did he not see the life stirring in the forest around him? Under him in the ground in the tunnels of ants, moles, and other creatures. The birds flew and the critters roamed, eaten by them all.
"Sure there is. There are tons of things. The coast is pretty, and then there's the city with it's abundance of human things left. Haven't you been there?" he inquired, raising a brow at the other man. "I mean, there are tons of pretty things. Like back home, our lake is beautiful and peaceful and quiet. But if that's not interesting to you, then what do you mean, in all honesty?" His voice was a bit harsh, wondering what this stranger in garb would find interesting. Silvano had heard of the night life of several European wolves, but that sort of thing was not common here. Maybe further west it was but Nova Scotia was devoid of this sort of thing.
Silvano was about to tell the man he came from the land of Dreamers but suddenly he was in his face, making the youth rather nervous about the distance. He looked almost cross eyed at Denver, shrinking a bit because of it. "Uhm..," he muttered, looking away from the other male's face. "I come from Crimson Dreams," he informed him, moving away slightly, a step back. Silvano would have rather shoved the stranger out of his face but that would have been ruder. "It's nice, quiet. Mostly family." Who was this guy? "But who are you? Where did you come from?"
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Awww, Denver hates on CdM... he's such a jerk. *waves CdM pride flag* ; ;
Icy blue eyes roamed the landscape as the younger, taller boy tried to convince Denver that there was plenty to be seen and indulged in here. Really? The ivory mutt didn't believe it. There was a lot of grass and some trees here and there, maybe some water, but great, what did that offer him? He couldn't drink the salty sea water, and besides the plentiful game that the plains and forest provided, he could not find much worth in it. He desired more. He waved a dismissive hand at the boy telling him about the pretty scenery. Denver didn't care much for that; he desired a true Kingdom, or the closest he could find. So far, he'd been unimpressed.
"A kingdom." He said bluntly. That was all he wanted; a place for royalty, like he was. Somewhere that would give him purpose. That was what he meant. Denver took a deep breath, relaxing his intense questioning of the kid as the stranger revealed the name of his home. Crimson Dreams. A place for family.
Family, Denver thought, chuckling hollowly to himself. He didn't have any of that, not anymore. They may as well have been dead to him. A darkness fell over his icy eyes, frowning. "I don't think that'd suit me much; I don't have a family." He wouldn't want to be somewhere where he felt so excluded; where everyone else was related but him. No, he needed a true home, a place where he felt content. So far, this new place had left him in more unrest. He had been disappointed, and he hated that.
"'M Denver," he grunted into the breeze, "Denver Mathis. I came 'ere from Virginia. Now, I'm stayin' over there," he said, vaguely motioning towards Cours des Miracles, "but it ain't the place I was lookin' for, I don't think." It wasn't as grand, and it was more of an orphanage for all ages than anything. A refuge, a safe haven. But Denver was not a refugee, nor did he need saving. Squinting, curious eyes turned to the stranger, posing the same question of him. "'N who're you?"
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