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Theodore Stone · 06-21-2011, 05:14 PM

He still shook slightly, his whole body clenched with the fear that was coursing through him. The heavy weight of the ankh and the charm on his chest seemed like a ton of bricks. It wasnt that he wasnt happy. In the rough term of the word, the warrior male was elated. He didnt need a ceremony to prove thar Demi was his- she was already pregnant by him and that meant more than anything to both of them. But the male had been unable to keep the smile from his face as Naniko had sliced open the sheep, speaking words that had gone in one ear and out the other. He could still feel the tingle in his chest, the ache at the corners of his lips where his smile had stretched. He was almost certain that most of the pack had been there to see this spectacle. His grin, that had never been seen by anyone, broadcast across the caves. And the reputation of the formidable Rakeeb was surely in tatters. But the black and white male couldnt have cared less. Sure, he was scared. And sure he was just a little bit claustrophobic. But that was natural and normal.

The streak of sheep blood on his forehead crackled as his forehead scrunched. He'd forgotten about the mark on his forhead, a streak of blood from Naniko's thumb horizontally across the white stripe on his forehead, cutting it in half. Demi had an identical mark, as she had the same ankh and charm on a thong around her own neck. The charm was for fertitily, but it was clear they didnt need that. Her form was swelling, growing larger by the day. Luckily she'd work a floaty dress for the ceremony. Teddy wasnt too sure how many knew of the children. Everyone now knew of their mateship and that was just fine by him. They just didnt know about the devil spaws growing in her womb. Well, they would know soon enough when Demi was screeching the place down in labour. Her bedside manners were aweful, so she could have a taste of her own medicine when that came about.

The cool night air was refreshing on his fur as he perched on a rock a little way up the mountains. He'd escaped a little while after the ceremony ended, kissing Demi quickly before leaving her in the care of her aunt. It was good to get out here, take some air and try to throw off the tremors that wracked his body. For the first time in his life, he was truely scared.

Giuseppe Trovato · 07-06-2011, 08:43 PM

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The Anathema wedding had certainly been a new experience for the Italian coydog but he had expected it to be such. Back it Italy weddings were huge celebrations and ever dog you knew and their slaves would show up with a gift. There was an old tradition in the form of a small cloth bag called a bomboniere. Although Giuseppe was generally a nasty sort of male he did know enough to hold his tongue and follow traditions or his mother, god bless her souls, would surly hunt him down and cut off a rather private part of his body.

The reception of sorts had been going well into the evening when the mud splotched mix noticed Theodore's escape and if the groom didn't stay Giuseppe sure as hell was not going to stick around and socialize with the wolves. In Italy he would never have to speak to a wolf. He had street dogs to talk to the beasts for him. In Nova Scotia things were much different, it almost made him miss home. Heading back to his room he remembered his promise to relieved his gift later on. Perhaps now was as good a time as any?

Starting up the mountains he fiddled with the white drawstring bag in his pocket. Many people gave bombonieres as a wish on a wedding day. In his visits to Halifax he had come across a peddler who happened to have a few types of candies. Inside the hand sized bag was a few chocolates, gumdrops, and five almonds. Of course the point of the almonds was only known to Italians and he wouldn't expect his leader to understand without a little assistance. It was well known throughout Italy that a bomboniere with five almonds was a wish for wealth and three a wish for fertility. As the Trovato was not keen on little buggers running around the caves he had opted for the five.

Theodore's large black and white figure appeared in the moonlit mountains. Adjusting his tie he prepared his mind for business. If this went well perhaps he would get a little more freedom when it came to his bad habits. Quietly he walked up to the alpha and took a seat beside him, holding out the white bag. “A tradition from Italy.” He explained with his thick accent. “Five almonds for good luck in wealth.” Shrugging he added, “The other stuff is just extra.” He wasn't sure what else to say so instead he stared ahead at the moon. Didn't wolves use howl at the moon? Maybe that was an old legend or something. Either way he just stared, daring not to make eye contact with the much larger male in fear of him asking too many questions. The last time they had spend any time together they had gone out scouting for prey because of his lies. It wasn't his fault the guy wanted to spend more time with him, perhaps he just attracted people. After all, he was on good looking hybrid in his mind.

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Theodore Stone · 07-16-2011, 06:34 AM

He didnt, at first, hear the approaching male. As he approached however and the tremors in Theo's body lessened, he could hear the shuffle of anothers paws on the mountains. He turned in time to see Giuseppe adjust his tie, before the Italian came closer. Teddy's natural instinct was to growl at him, but he couldnt. There was a bigger picture that he had to look at, a larger goal. So he kept his expression pleasent and waited for the male to come level with him. He was about to speak when the dark hybrid held out a white bag. Keen wolf senses could smell some kind of nut within the bag. White gloved hands reached out to take the bag as the Italian explained what it was for. For good wealth. An interesting wish for the two of them. It was rather ironic that Naniko would wish them fertility and luck, and the italian would wish them good wealth. Still he gave a soft nod towards the male.

"Thank you Giuseppe." He murmered for a moment, before he looked back at the man. "Do you miss home?" Came the question, unbidden from his lips. He hadnt thought before he'd spoke and the question had slipped out. But it wasnt anything fixable, so the male waited for an answer. If the question was reversed, his immediate answer would be that Anathema was his home. There was nowhere to go back to, so this was his permanent home. Sighing softly, the male looked towards the stars and the moon, memory flickering of another night spent looking up at the stars. He couldnt remember the females name, nor where she had gone or what she had looked like. But that was okay, because he couldnt be expected to remember every passing face.

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