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Lockeheed · 06-08-2011, 12:44 PM

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The flighty thief had initially shied away from exploring the caves that Naniko had indicated. Something about setting his belongings down in a place that was entirely his own was frightening to him. Maybe it was the finality of the situation that weighed heavy on his mind; it was here or nowhere, he reckoned. Or maybe because the pale woman had welcomed him so easily into the fold with scarce a question or concern over his unusually colorful past. Like a mother brimming with forgiveness for her children.

His claws clicked rhythmically against the stone as he walked down the long winding hallways. Clutched in one hand was the strap of his tattered leather bag. The contents inside were not of any particular value to anyone but him, but he was sure any would-be mugger would find cause enough to take his knife. Perhaps even the various knickknacks hidden within the pockets. Not that he suspected his pack of being a bunch of savages or anything, but he was naturally suspicious of new places and new faces.

Reaching what he assumed to be the common area, Locke turned towards where the cavern branched off into smaller sections; where the scent of each individual was strongest. Apprehension dawned and he suddenly felt very foolish about this entire venture. Seating himself on a nearby log (which was clearly dragged in from the outdoors for this exact purpose), Locke sighed and placed his head in his hands. Years away from any semblance of civilization had done a remarkable number on his ability to play it cool.

Matteo Trovato · 06-08-2011, 01:53 PM

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Word Count → 351 :: I figured since I missed out on Teddy's AW, I'd steal this one. ;D

At this point, Matteo Trovato had become accustomed to the comings and goings of his packmates. He knew each face by heart now and could usually match a name to most of them. Those he couldn't were usually newcomers or the ones that rarely ventured out of their respective quarters. So of course, if a new face suddenly appeared amongst the usual crowd of wolves and other canines, Teo took notice. Call it Trovato instincts or even just a good eye for strangers, but the boy had always been able to pick strangers out of a crowd of neighbors.

So of course he'd notice the greyscale coywolf upon arriving home. He walked with a noticable limp, his left leg bandaged under his black jeans. The night before had proven... interesting, and he was just arriving home from his misadventure now. Normally he'd have headed straight for the room, but the time of day suggested that Alaki might still be sleeping there... which would lead up to a situation the young adult wanted nothing to do with, especially considering his spear-induced injury.

Instead, he took the opportunity to avoid going home and headed over to greet the new face sitting off to the side. Wearing his black shirt and pants, his hair tied back into a neat ponytail and his paws covered in black leather luperci-made boots, Teo looked the part for a well-mannered pack dog. He figured he'd act the part to, as not to scare away a new family member.

Well don't you look happy. His Italian accented voice rang out just loud enough to hear, soft and young and just a bit shy. I've never seen you around before. Are you a new Zepar? A friendly smiled was offered, though if one looked close enough, it was clear that it was just business to the albino coydog. Making good relations with the people he had to live with was all part of the business game. The more friends you have, the less enemies. The less enemies you have, the more likely you are to rank up. Simple as that.

Lockeheed · 06-08-2011, 02:38 PM

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Word Count → 263 :: Thanks for joining! Switched tables a bit since the last one was a bit dark on my monitor.

Locke lightly dragged his claws across his scalp in an attempt to calm himself. His thoughts were a cacophony of noise, and it took all he had not to growl out of frustration both at himself and the situation he found himself in. There was no denying that he wanted this, deep down, but the idea of it being a final stopping point on his long journey towards self-acceptance was frightening to the vagrant. If he couldn't find the solution here, then he didn't know what he would do. He couldn't just leave now.

He lifted the hand Naniko had cut and gave it another long look as he rested his forehead in his unmarred palm. But before he could console himself, a soft voice cut through the air (amplified by the caverns high ceilings) and startled him out of his intense musings. Locke started and his muzzle whipped around while his gaze searched for the source. White filled his vision and he looked up to meet the atypically colored gaze of the albino canine.

The dark clothing he wore was simple but the fact that he wore clothing at all was what surprised Locke. It wasn't often he came across other luperci willing to even sport such garments. Realizing he was probably looking quite the fool by sitting here in stunned silence, Locke straightened a bit and offered a nervous chuckle. "Um... yep, that'd be me." He ran his hand down his cheek, scratching at his neck before lending his own smile and an extended hand. "Sorry. I'm Locke, er, Locke Lamora."

Matteo Trovato · 06-08-2011, 06:48 PM

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Word Count → 351 :: It's weird having Teo be all talkative. :/

Teo was, in all honesty, surprised to find the other coyote mix extending his hand in what he'd grown up to know as a proper greeting. So unlike the rest of Anatema! He smiled a more honest smile and accepted the handshake, his own firm and professional, as his father had taught him. Matteo Trovato. Pleasure to meet you, Locke. He smiled and stood up again, ears remaining pinned but flicking all the same. I'm an Anzu here. A Shepherd. I take care of the animals and such. It's not much, but it's something at least. He left off as if allowing Locke his chance to speak, possibly about what tier he'd eventually want.

The gray, brown and tan coywolf was an interesting sight for Matteo. At first he'd assumed a coydog like himself, but as he'd approached he'd realized otherwise. Growing up in a community where coyotes were the top dogs, seconded to domestic breeds and jackles... and wolves were pests and slaves... well, the thought of a coywolf was baffling once he really thought about it.

Then again, wolves weren't all bad. Alaki wasn't, when he wasn't being a thoughtless asshole. The darker gray wolf he lived with was the love of his life. That had to count for something at least, right? So maybe this guy's mother or father had thought the same thing. This thought made the albino smile. If it wasn't frowned upon here... maybe he and Alaki had a chance... if they'd ever stop fighting long enough to try, anyway.

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