no officer, i haven't seen him

Helios D'Angelo · 05-25-2011, 05:36 PM

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As much as the D'Angelo was somewhat enthralled with settling down into what would be a new (and very interesting) chapter of his life, it seemed the cavern's underground ambience was a little too arid for Helios on this day. Perhaps it was natural that underground systems usually held stagnant air that was uncomfortable to breathe in, and so the D'Angelo decided to escape to the surface today to explore the outlying areas of Anathema. Naturally a nocturnal creature at best, Helios decided to venture out into the blinding sunlight to get a taste of clean, moving air before burrowing himself away underground for a period of time. His marching boots brought him to no particular destination, but was mildly staggered to see how he stumbled upon creamy sands, and an ocean before him for as far as his jade eyes could see.

Helios didn't have fond childhood memories of playing with his siblings and family along a beachside. While the beach might have been an area of paradise, sunbathing, and relaxation, to Helios it was one of apprehension. His boots sank strangely into the sands, as the tall D'Angelo ventured out to where the sand slid down into the muddy coastline of the ocean. The air was salty, something Helios was unsure whether he liked or not. There was also that scent of the ocean itself upon the breeze, another aroma the D'Angelo wasn't sure he liked too much. Regardless, the view enough was interesting to him. Settling down to where he was near the gentle lap of ocean waves, fingers nimbly untied his boots to slip off next to him. Burying what he could of his feet into the warm sand, the sensation felt oddly… nice. Despite how the sunlight was absolutely blinding, he lifted his hand to block out the brightness as a veil, squinting out to what he could see of the sea and the waves. The coastal side wasn't his forte in the least, but there was no harm in taking a break from his exploration.

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Alaki · 06-10-2011, 04:41 PM

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Coding by Sie.

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Slow and sucky reply, my apologise >.<

In Character

Miserable would be the most suitable word to describe the young warrior’s current mental state and his life in general at the moment. Yet again he’d screwed up and it seemed as if he was going to loose one more canine he had grown to care for, but despite knowing that if he did not act soon there was a possibility of loosing Matteo permanently, he would not apologise nor admit he was in the wrong; for he truly could not see how his actions had been as evil as the albino had made them out to be. Echoes of his thunderous footsteps filled the tunnels as he made his way out of the underground fortress he had grown to call home. Emerging into the light, he did not hesitate and made straight for the surrounding trees with no set location in mind, only the desire to put as much space between he and the albino for the day; something that he’d been doing ever since their argument.

As the grey-tonned male weaved his way through the terrain, a single thought occupied his mind, thus distracting him from his surroundings. If you’re not guilty, why do you run from him? No matter how many times he asked himself the question, he found no answer. Maybe that was because deep down he already knew that on some level the entire situation was his fault and that he should be the one begging for forgiveness. Forgiveness, me? A dark chuckle escaped the male as he continued on his destination-less walking.

Before long he stumbled onto a familiar scene. Cream coloured grained wrapped themselves around heavy footed paws and the sound of water and birds filled his ears. Startled by the cries of the birds, Beyaz awoke and dug his sharpened nails into the male’s shoulders. Turning to face the albino bird, he shout it a threatening glare, “You filthy pest. Pull your claws outta my shoulder or I’ll break your neck”. Whether by understanding the words or simply picking up on his master’s tone of voice, the crow relaxed and released his startled death grip.

Now that Beyaz was back to behaving, the male cast his eyes over the landscape before him, picking out a dark, unfamiliar figure a short distance away. Without a seconds thought he had one hand wrapped around his Katana’s handle, blue eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out whether the stranger was friend or foe; a situation he’d been in once before upon these sands. He could not identify whether the other was pack or not until he got closer, but the Dasa was cautious by nature and he would not risk approaching a potential threat.

“Hey” he shouted out to the other, his voice taking up a neutral tone while his body language was that of a hostile nature.

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