the thunder of the drums

Dresden Thrace · 10-22-2011, 07:57 PM

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Set in the plains of the Shattered Coast, not far from CdM's borders.

Dresden had been camped out in the same forested area for long enough that he felt the need to let himself venture farther out again. The husky had spent the last few days heading farther west than he’d been before. He’d bypassed the crumbling human city at a leisurely pace. The area he and his stallion companion found themselves in consisted mainly of rolling plains, lightly decorated with trees and shrub-like growths. He had been continuing his westward wanderings that afternoon when he came upon a familiar scent. He pulled on Stranger’s reins to bring the horse to a stop and glanced around the surrounding area. It was the scent of a pack he had stumbled upon. It was not one he had ever visited before, but he had met a couple of canines that called this place home. The scent brought memories of his encounter with the woman in the human city and girl he’d met in the forest aspiring to become an archer. So this is where they’d come from, huh?

The warrior thought it would be best to keep his distance from the borders. All he needed to do was go around, and since he didn’t have much of an actual destination in mind, the extra distance to travel made no difference to him. And the farther away from the borders he went, the better; if that woman was anything to judge by, the whole pack could likely be on alert for potential threats. So all in all, it would be a much more pleasant trip if he didn’t have to meet another weary pack member. Dresden had sure as hell had enough of being accused for a kidnapper for one lifetime. So the man and his horse backtracked a little, putting distance them and the pack lands before swinging northward to try to circle around it.

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Ezra Rosen · 10-25-2011, 10:49 AM

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Without realizing it, the Major had spent more and more time in his optime form. It made caring for Eli easier, and he wasn’t so frightening to the young child when he wasn’t so massive. Ezra was still built rather large in his bi-pedal form, but for some reason his son didn’t mind it as much. His son had been more and more inquisitive as the days went on. He constantly asked what being a luperci was like and if he would ever get to be just as large one day. Ezra wasn’t entirely sure, which worried him. Both Ever and Ezra were converts… did the virus pass from mother to son? Only time would tell.

The optime man had used this afternoon to escape. Ever had finally decided to stay around the house for the first time in ages and so Ezra’s beloved boy was taken care of by his mother. It pained him to leave the boy there with her when he knew she didn’t want it, but after a week at home he needed to stretch his (and Petra’s) legs. The man leisurely made his way to the stables, finally able to get there easily after months of dependence on his mate to show him the way. Petra was in a stall and greeted him with a happy snort and stamp of her foot. For a moment, the male just leaned against her neck and pat her sable nose, duo toned eyes closed. He was finally relaxed; these moments were few and far between these days. But before too long Petra got impatient as always and rocked her nose up to get his body weight off. Ezra looked at her, a sad chuckle coming out of his mouth, before taking her out into the afternoon sun.

They took off like a bullet, both dark manes mixing and whipping around in the wind. Ezra let out a yip of happiness, finally free. He pushed her to go faster but the insane horse didn’t need his insistence. The buckskin horse quickly changed into a gallop and Ezra held on to her neck with dear life, temporarily forgetting the mess that was his home for just a few minutes.

A scent floated through the wind, one that was unfamiliar to the man. Ezra pulled the horse’s man carefully so she would slow down and he could investigate it. It wasn’t far off. Curious, the duo cantered over to the source. A mirror image greeted him; another husky (Ezra hadn’t run into one since before he joined the Court) and a horse that looked slightly darker than Petra. He cocked his head to the side, waving to the other figure, meaning no harm. They were far enough away from the borders that he figured it wasn’t someone trying to join them. It didn’t hurt to be friendly, right? Ezra had no reason to be threatening; in fact, he was in a great mood. He didn't want to think about home so this stranger was a welcome distraction.

Dresden Thrace · 10-25-2011, 10:37 PM

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I don't think we've had a thread together since like... Never Cry Wolf. o:

Dresden had gotten used to solitude during his months of travel. It had been a difficult change for him at first, growing up in a well-populated community, always spending time around his family or the other warriors-in-training. Sociality was something that life in Kobol had promoted and encouraged and as an outgoing youth, he had flourished there. Yet since being forced from his home, the male had seldom stayed with any group of canines for more than a few days at a time. He’d tried to convince himself that the solitude was better for him now, and there were times when he almost believed it. Still, the countless days with only Stranger as company had made the once-outgoing husky more withdrawn. Sometimes he felt like he was beginning to lose his touch around other canines. He wasn’t sure if he should consider that a good thing or not.

It seemed that the warrior was not destined to endure another solemn and lonely day today. As the stallion continued on at a subdued pace, Dresden picked out the familiar sound of hoofbeats in the distance. He sat up, ears and eyes alert and searching out the source of the noise. Moments later he was approached by another canine on horseback, a husky like himself. The sight nearly had Dresden grinning; He hadn’t seen another of his kind in some time. The stranger’s scent told him that he belonged to the nearby pack—of course, just Dresden’s luck—but he didn’t appear outwardly tense or threatening. The friendly wave the other male offered put the warrior at ease. Good. Maybe he would be able to have another sane conversation from someone around here. Those almost seemed few and far between for him.

The warrior offered a wave of his own, signaling for Stranger to match the pace of the other horse. The stallion complied, but gave a brief snort, eyeing the mare. “Hey,” he said, icy eyes meeting the bi-colored orbs of the stranger. “Nice day for a ride, huh?”

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Ezra Rosen · 10-26-2011, 07:33 PM

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Poor Dresden. These two should be frandz!

It was very peculiar, having everything be turned upside down in the span of a few days. Ever was gone almost all the time, he had a son to care for, and time for himself was getting rarer and rarer these days. He had been meaning to swing by Barrett’s place, but he couldn’t seem to get away. He wasn’t sure how his young boy would take the trip to Halifax. He could always ride on Petra, but he didn’t know if his son would like the massive creature that could crush the pup with one hoof. He quickly stopped thinking about that when the other male came closer, friendliness painted on his face. Well, that was a relief. At least this wouldn’t be a standoff.

“It is indeed, poor thing hasn’t been out in a while,” Ezra patted the mare’s neck as the pair came to a halt. “Petra’s still getting broken in, though, so riding her is always an adventure,” Ezra grinned, proud of his horse. He liked the dynamic they had, despite her flurries of irrationality. She was high-strung, but he understood. She was taken from the wild, so the man was positive that it would take a long time for her to be docile. She was also pretty young, and youth always put vigor into creatures.

“I’m Ezra, Major of the Court,” he pointed back the way he came, towards the pack lands. He offered the man a smile, noticing that his eyes were blue, and not blue-yellow like his own. They were azure, just like his brother’s were. A shadow crossed his face as he remembered.

Dresden Thrace · 10-28-2011, 10:05 PM

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Fo sho! Also, this is short. :x

The leisurely pace the pair had been taking quickly drifted to a stop, better to facilitate their conversation. The other male seemed to agree that a ride was pleasant today and shared that his mare still had a touch of her wildness in her. Dresden could understand that. His own stallion had been broken in before he’d obtained him, but Stanger was a stubborn horse all the same. “I hear you,” he said, leaning forward slightly to rustle the horse’s mane. “Sometime’s I’m convinced Stranger only lets me ride him because he likes the adventure.” The action got a rise out of the stallion as Dresden expected, the creature giving his head a shake in agitation.

The other male introduced himself as Ezra and confirmed Dresden’s suspicions that he belonged to the nearby pack. Cour des Miracles, the woman in the city had called it. The Court. “I’m Dresden… uh, wandering warrior,” he replied, shaking his head and grinning in slight abashment. “Not quite as impressive a title as yours.” No, it had been many long, lonely months since he could last claim to belong to a group. High warrior of Kobol he was no more. It was the scarred exile who rode on horseback today.

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Ezra Rosen · 11-13-2011, 08:59 PM

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I’ve been sucking so hard lately im sowwyyy D::

The stallion was quite fierce for Ezra’s standards, and despite Petra’s crazines, he liked her feminine compassion. She was quiet… at times, and after a long ride he felt almost at home on her back. They were getting to be quite chummy and Ezra was glad the hard work he put into her was finally sometimes paying off. Now that Ever was absent it was nice to have a piece of her that she left behind. Petra eased the loneliness sometimes, and definitely facilitated a way for the Major to relax and take his mind off things.

When the stranger introduced himself, Ezra chuckled and shook his head. “It’s okay, sometimes I think I’m better off alone these days. But I enjoy the kingdom, it’s safe for my son, and I have others I can spar with,” he said nonchalantly. Ezra hadn’t been in a decent battle in ages, and so the thought of one sounded excellent right about now.

“How’s your fighting, sir wandering warrior?”

Dresden Thrace · 11-19-2011, 03:28 PM

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No worries. ^^

Ezra’s mention of his son had thoughts of Dresden’s own children rush unbidden to the forefront of his mind. He missed his daughters terribly, but they were better off with their mother back in Kobol. They had the safety of the tribe to protect them, just as Ezra here had the Court at his back for him and his son. Even despite the conflict Cours des Miracles was facing these days, Dresden could only assume that living in a group was still safer than being all alone. He dismissed the thoughts; there were more interesting things to focus on at the moment.

His fellow husky had made mention of sparring, a pastime Dresden was quite fond of as well. It was both fun and productive. He considered Ezra’s question with a grin. “Oh, fighting’s one of the only things I’m good at,” he said with a laugh. “Getting a bit rusty, traveling on my own all this time, though.” Another of the downsides of living life as a loner, he supposed. Practicing by oneself could only do so much good. Icy eyes glanced around at the field ahead of them for a moment before turning back to the other male. “Hey, what do you say to a little sparring match right now?” he asked, tone casual.

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Ezra Rosen · 11-28-2011, 02:04 PM

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Hope you don’t mind the PP just to get them sparring!

He listened to his mirror image talk and Ezra could only grin. It seems as if he stumbled upon some good luck today. A match would distract him, if only for a few moments, but the hybrid would be grateful for it. Ezra nodded, motioning to the field with his head. “Sure thing!” he said happily. A little pressure put Petra into an easy trot. The four animals made their way over to the field, and Ezra quickly dismounted when they arrived. “Ready?” Ezra waited for the other man to be safely on the ground before he put his weight on his bent knees, ready for anything. Ezra always let the opponent to strike first, but whether it was out of courteousness or advantage, he wasn’t quite sure. When he was ill-practiced in sparring, he was pretty sure Ouija struck first. And well, look what happened there. He gave his left shoulder a quick look before he focused all his attention on the husky before him.

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