Judgement Day
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ooc murr


He had been told to come by Gemma, who said she had someone for him to meet. He had made the long journey up to the neutral territory around Anathema, not wanting to venture onto any pack lands. He had donned his Lupus form again, his satchel slung around his neck, modified for ease of use. He sat happily on top of a fallen tree, waiting for the white female to arrive. The hybrid creature's blumine eyes scanned the surrounding areas. Athough he was a patient man, he had no wish to wait around on this occasion. He had already howled several times and was restraining himself from calling once more. And then once more after that. He kneaded the surface beneath him impatiently, his tail dancing behind him slowly.


He didn't particularly like this sort of terrain, it wasn't like the coastal paradise he dreamed of. He wanted the deep scent of salt in his lungs, the taste of fish filling his stomach. The rabbits he once thought were the best around no longer entertained his tastebuds. He had gained a few books on fishing on his way up, they now lay in his bag which was lying beside him. The reptile he was often seen with had left his side some time ago, though Galileo knew he'd find his way back soon.


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It took longer than expected to get to the place she had arranged to meet Gal at, mainly because of the slow pace she was using and also because she and Ibycus were talking as they walked as well slowing their pace even further. Her attempts to get to know the dog hybrid were cautious and almost shy in their wording. The female was feeling fragile and delicate for now, the ups and downs of the last few days riding on her self control and sanity and it was being manifested physically in the form of a tic, every so often her right hand would twitch along with her tail.

She was getting to like the man she was traveling with, he was unlike Matteo and Giuseppe in his ways, apparently he was descended of a farmer line, used to toiling the land and working for long sun soaked hours rather than from a family high up on the social ladder like the Trovatos. For that Gemma was grateful for it meant that he was less concerned with the way she was dressed or rather the lack of clothing, for the woman had discarded on her tank top and instead was clad only in her denim hot pants and the shirt of Matteo's tied around her waist.

Eventually they made it and Gal came into sight and the woman smiled, some of her delicate and fragile demeanor disappearing,

"Hey Gal! This is Ibycus. Ibycus this is Galileo."
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Ibycus


Ibycus and Gemma wandered through the forest in a southerly direction. Apparently they were headed for a rendezvous with one of Gemma's friends. There, they would talk about this new pack that was forming up. The more they walked, the more he was intrigued with the idea of joining this new pack, except he had no idea what or if anything he could offer.

As they made their way through the forest, they talked, Ibycus finding out about the peoples that live around here and Gemma trying to feel out more about this wolf that she was bringing to meet her friend. As they traveled, he wondered at what had happened as he noticed Gemma's tic and remembered her state when they first met. He knew it was none of his business and he knew better than ask her about it as she seemed frail right now.

Finally they had arrived at their destination. He kept quiet as the introductions were done by Gemma. "Pleasure to meet you, Signore Galileo."

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OOC here!


The lupus formed male jumped down. 'Change of plans guys, we holding the ideas on hiatus for planning and what not...' the gentleman furrowed his brow softly. While his and Valinta's plans had halted, his own plans for the pack he held rank in had not. The dirt shaded male moved towards the doggish one surveying him. 'What skills do you posses?' Galileo asked calmly. This male was a loner and Gemma had expressed intrest in leaving, so perhaps there was room to manvoure here. 'Because while myself and Valinta's personal plans are off for the time being, if both of you need a pack to join, Cercatori's borders are open'. A small smile broke up the man's face, though nothing too different from his usual blunt ways.


He sat down again, his teak dusted tail curled around his paws. Blumine eyes darted to the deep blue of his friends and then towards Ibycus. He knew what the next question would be, or at least what it usually was. 'There are many ranks and if you chose to join I'm sure you'll find something sutible'. Galileo himself had a stage rank, though he had never really stuck to it. He prefered doing what he could whenever. He had tended to the small amount of sheep the pack had, painted with Evelyn and he had hunted, so he didn't consider himself tied to the stange rank.


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Sorry for crappy post o.o

Her expression switched almost instantly to a frown as he announced that there was a change of plans, all the thins they had sorted out though? She sighed and looked down at him less than happy. Then he mentioned them both joining Cercatori d'Arte and she looked down at her own feet, overly large coyote ears falling back against her head. She shook her head, if the pack they were going to start wasn't tarting yet then she didn't really feel like she wanted to be anywhere else, she would rather wander on her own for a bit. She thought it might do her some good to get away from everything and just focus on living for a while.

"I think then that I will just wander for a while. I think i need some time to work out what i'm doing and where i'm going."
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Ibycus


An eyebrow over Ibycus' eye raised slightly then dropped back as the other male spoke. He also realized that the new pack is not going to be at this time. He knew that starting a pack is hard work. Scouting out territory and making sure it is not claimed. Finding members to join and help get it started. Ibycus knew how difficult it is for someone to create and keep a new pack viable.

"That is disappointing, The more Signora Gemma talked, the more intrigued I was in the new pack." He said. thoughts ran through his head as considered the offer to join the gentleman's current pack that was extended to the two of them. After some consideration he finally decided on what he was going to do. "Your kind offer to join your current pack is appreciated, however Signore, my original intent upon arrival here was to explore the lands." he replied with a slight grin replacing the frown that was on his muzzle. "Maybe in the future, I can take you up on your kind offer and we can discuss what I can offer the pack and what the pack can offer me."

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ducking out Tongue


The crackling and tearing of bones and flesh filled the area as the dusted male shifted. He smiled at his friend, placing a hand on her shoulder in reassurance, it would do her no good to mope about her circumstances. 'Well, the offer is still on the table' he turned to Ibycus, 'And for you too, if either of you ever wish to join our ranks, just call at the borders'. He always hung around at the borders in his spare time. It was a often useless habit in his mind, but then again he could scare off any intruders and welcome any potential joiners. He had never really though about it like that, though it gave him a perfect oppertnity to avoid tending to Brunn and Brons. He could always depend on Iven to deal with them, as he was still getting use to them. And besides the bigger horses were there too.


Galileo nodded towards the male and then towards the female, 'Now, if you don't mind, I must be getting back to Cercatori. Feel free to drop by whenever...'. The final words was drawn out, with a polite shrug attached at the end. The dusted gentleman's eyes picked up on a flash of white slithering about in the undergrowth, bending down he picked up his serpent friend, letting the creature spiral up his arm to sit on his shoulder. He moved away at a gentle pace, his blumine eyes staring out onto the route home.


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