And the world spins madly on

Bangle Guffawri · 07-09-2011, 07:49 PM

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Date: Backdated to July 1st

Time: Morning

Location: Lenape River/edge of CD territory

Character Form: Optime

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All welcome! 2 people max, please. This should be a relatively short thread. Bangle is passing by looking for his lost son ;x WC:+3

The horse galloped along the plains as fast as he was able, its rider leaning forward with ears perked. Occasionally, the large eared male would call out into the wind, letting his voice trail as the black and white spotted horse pressed on. "'Thaaaannniiieellll!" He was calling out to his lost son, and though it had been a few days since the news was delivered, each day that the boy was lost became more of a need to find him.

Bangle bounced along on the horse, making his way towards the coast from Aniwaya. He knew he had to cover as much ground as possible, and so the craftsman decided to make his way through each pack he knew about, or even those he unfamiliar with; it was the only hope of finding his son. The craftsman knew a handful of Aniwayans enough to trust them to keep their eyes open, but the coywolf could not stop there. He sat riding in silence atop Jack for a few moments, looking onwards.

Briefly, he wondered if he'd ever find Nathaniel. Whomever took him covered their tracks well in the open field where Skye had been napping, so the search was a mere guessing game for the male of Cercatori d'Arte. The coywolf began to assume the worst, but then shook his head. "Nathaniel! Where are yeh?" He called out again, this time with more desperation in his voice, allowing Jack to slow as Bangle scented water nearby. Bangle lead the creature in that general direction, the plains soon enclosed by thick trees. At some point, Jack had begun to follow the direction, as Bangle looked about frantically. Even for a moment's rest, the craftsman could not, would not, give up the search.

The coywolf dismounted when he scented something other than water. It was the sign of other wolves, and the coywolf's spirits lifted. "'Thaniel?" He said aloud, as he turned towards Jack and untied the pack basket from him, to let him walk down to the bank without extra weight. Bangle's ears perked as he looked around for signs of another, and lifted his head to let out a slow, long howl to announce his presence.

Amata Sadira · 07-14-2011, 04:52 AM

OOC: Shaw was suppose to reply long ago. <3

She had heard his howl and lifted her ears to the sound. It was filled with worry and this brought Amata's attention right to the wolf howling. She wondered what happened, and she hurried to find out. She followed the river to the edge of the Territory, it didn't take that long, but it was long enough for her to hope that he didn't leave. The sight that came upon her was a strange one. It seemed like the man hoarded small trinkets and put them all over his body to cover it and his hair looked as though it was in tangles. He was definitely a sight to see, but not an unpleasant one. She gave him a warm smile and introduced herself.

Hello, my name is Amata Sadira, and you are at the borders of Crimson Dreams, is there anything I can help you with?

She asked, wondering what could make him so worried, he looked like a capable man, and he didn't look injured at all, but she was sure he would get to the point and let her know.

Bangle Guffawri · 07-15-2011, 11:33 AM

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Thanks for replying! <3 This post is rather quick.

The craftsman knew his patience, which was naturally short, would pay off when worked at. Soon enough he heard movement in the distance, in the opposite direction Jack had gone to drink. And scents of the stranger caught wind when orange eyes settled onto those of multicolored ones. The white female before him appeared almost as swiftly as water, elegant and refined. Had the coywolf been in any mood to do so, he'd have talked her into buying gems (still half encased in rock) to match her eyes.

But this wasn't business. As she approached and announced herself, inquiring to his visit. He grinned, despite the given circumstances, and offered a hand. "'Elo friend. Name's Bangle, 'a Cercatori d'Arte. That o'er there is Jack," His tongue was quick as he spoke. With his other hand he stuck a thumb out by the bank, through the trees where the creature stooped its large head to drink.

"'Fraid I can't stay long, but... I lost meh son, Nathaniel, y'see.." The coywolf's voice cracked near the end, but he cleared his throat as he let his words trail off. "I'm lookin' all o'er these land t'find 'im. Looks jus' like me." The more he explained, the more his heart wrenched and his gut lurched with fear. Bangle was worried he might never find his son, but it wasn't the end of the road yet. "Was won'drin if'n he's passed by 'ere at all." Then, Bangle looked out towards the river, and muttered. "'Poor thing, 'es jus' a pup.."

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