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for jenna! yaaaay <3
Denver ran away from Salsola again, his feet keeping a steady, even pace as he jogged over the rough terrain. He'd been getting used to the trek he took along the river; it was winding and long, but it kept him interested. The wolfdog had become familiar with the path as his exercise routine developed. Now, he was able to travel farther without getting so tired. On two legs, he could usually go for two hours before needing to turn around. Today, he wanted to beat that record.
Pink tongue lolled out of his mouth as he ran, unable to keep from panting now and then. He wore a loose blue cotton shirt and plain khaki shorts; the most comfortable things he owned. Pale eyes darted across the horizon as he moved forward, always keeping the rushing blue water to his left. He was beginning to tire, and would want to turn around soon. There was a wider bank up ahead, and Denver stopped there to drink and have a stretch. His muscles still felt tight from the night's sleep, so he claimed a clean spot on the sand and stretched his legs out in front of him. He could almost touch his toes now.
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 yay!
The exile had had an interesting time sparring with a member of the Court a few days prior, when trying to circle around the packlands. Afterwards, he found himself drifting back north east to territories that he had ventured through before, rather than continuing westward. He seemed to have fallen into a nomadic sort of lifestyle in this region for the past few weeks. Typically in his travels he would not remain in one place for too long, always ready to move on to the next mystery location lying just ahead of him. While his constant moving had not changed, the fact that he’d spent a number of weeks in this region already was surprising to him.
The area he found himself in now was a fairly familiar place. The warrior remembered chasing down a successful hint through this winding forest path a couple of weeks prior. He wondered if he would be successful here again today, but pushed the thought aside quickly. One thing at a time. He recalled the presence of a river nearby and was hoping to rediscover its shores. He walked alongside the dark horse Stranger, one hand loosely gripping the reins and the other hooked into the belt at his waist by the thumb. A pleased smile came unbidden to his features when he finally heard the welcome sounds of the rushing water.
Yet as he approached, he discovered that he was not the only one to visit the river’s shores that day. At the sight of the other canine, Stranger snorted in agitation and attempted to pull away from Dresden. The stallion managed to wrest the reins away from his grip and hurried over to the waterside for a drink—keeping a generous distance from the strange wolf. The husky sighed in agitation at the rebellious creature. “Damn horse. Fine, do what you want.” He didn’t feel like fighting with the stubborn stallion right now. At any rate, there were more important things to consider at the moment. Icy blue eyes turned to regard the stretching canine at the riverside, taking in his pale coat and the strange clothing he wore. Unlike the stallion, Dresden did not make a mad dash for the water, instead remaining where he stood watching the stranger in silence.
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sorry for the delay! dresden is a lot taller than denver ahhaa.
The wolf-dog's focus was intent on his stretching; his muscles were unwilling to loosen this morning, it seemed. After fifteen boring minutes, he was satisfied with the result. Rolling his head to crack his neck one last time, Denver was just about to stand up again. Just as he turned, though, he heard a rustling in the bushes. Pale eyes opened wide as he saw and heard the horse breaking free and charging straight towards him. He hardly noticed the towering dog behind the beast as he launched himself away from the spot. In truth, the horse had been quite far from him, but he had felt the rush of air as the half-ton cloven beast tore past him. Even that was too close.
Startled and angry, Denver examined himself for injury, brushing the dirt off of his clothes. With a frown, he turned towards the horse's owner, noticing that the man was just standing there. He was startled for a moment, almost sure he recognized that man. But as he took a few steps forward, he knew he didn't. The last pure husky dog he'd seen had been his father, and he didn't want to think about that. After a moment of consideration, his annoyance returned. In exasperation, he threw his hands up. "You just gunna stand there an' let that wild animal nearly trample me?!" he growled, approaching the man with sure steps, not realizing their height difference until he was several feet away. Now challenging him seemed like a stupid idea. Denver was on neutral land, too far from Salsola to have any help, and this guy was at least two feet taller that him. His ears pinned back at this realization, entirely uncomfortable with it. Backing away, he scratched at the back of his head almost sheepishly. "Just, uh... don't let that thing bite me or nothin'..." he mumbled grumpily, eyes of ice glaring at the horse warily. He couldn't help but eye the stranger with interest as he gathered his things and prepared to leave; instinctively his eyes were attracted to that all-too familiar breed.
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The other canine had made an almost comical leap away from the horse as it lumbered over to the riverside. It was a bit exaggerated, but in all honesty, Dresden couldn’t blame the man for his reaction; Stranger was a whole lot of horse, and seeing that running at you probably made for one hell of a surprise. The warrior contained his amusement to a simple smirk as the other dusted himself off before finding himself subject to a pale blue gaze not unlike his own. The stranger threw accusatory remarks at him as he approached. He snorted, glancing askance at the dark bay horse. “Trust me, if Stranger really wanted to trample you, there isn’t much I’d be able to do about it.” There was still a wildness in him, something that Dresden doubted could ever be broken out of him. That horse was as tamed as he was going to get, and he did a good job of letting everyone know that.
Dresden remained where he was as the other guy seemed to regain his bearings. He watched as the shorter man took a few steps back, muttering something in a much more subdued manner than before. The warrior shrugged, eyeing the horse for another brief moment. The stallion seemed to be keeping himself occupied, which was probably for the best. He turned his attention back to the other man. There was something about those eyes that seemed very familiar. So much like his own… was he dealing with yet another of his breed? It was beginning to feel like there were more huskies roaming about here than there had been in Kobol. “Look, I’m sorry. He can be a little hard to control sometimes. Didn’t mean to startle you or anything.”
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busy week sorryyyy <3
Denver sniffed at the air stiffly, turning away from the man to glare at the horse as he smoothed his hand over his shirt one more time. The stallion was massive, and could easily trample and kill Denver. It made him nervous that the beast was loose, untethered, and so wild. He turned back to the stranger. "Hmf," he snorted, though he supposed his answer was good enough, "s'alright, I guess... but that thing needs trainin'." His frown persisted as he stared at the massive animal again, his brows furrowed thickly between his eyes.
With a shake of his head, he turned away, momentarily trusting the horse named Stranger to stay where he was. Ice-blue eyes found the muscled purebred and sighed as he moved forward, extending a hand. "I'm Denver," he introduced simply, nodding a more friendly greeting. The pale dog cleared his throat and ran a self-conscious hand through his short-cropped hair. "So, uh, what brings you out here...?" Small talk never was his strong point, but the genes of the stranger had him intrigued enough to keep talking. Where had this purebred dog come from?
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no worries! <3
More training. That was an understatement if he ever heard one. But it was also a bit of an impossible suggestion, as far as Dresden’s ability went. The only training he knew about was combat training. “Hmph. It’s gonna take a better stableman than me to teach that beast any more manners.” He had to admit, the man he’d won the horse from had done well to even get the stallion to a ridable state. Dresden himself knew how to ride, and knew how to deal with this tempermental creature’s behavior after months of traveling, but that was about the extend of his abilities. If he ever considered settling down, Stranger was definitely going to need more training. It wasn’t likely that the beast would get along well with others as it was.
The stranger offered his hand for a shake and Dresden offered his own in a strong grip. “Dresden,” he introduced in turn. He returned his hands to the belt at his waist as Denver fidgeted a bit before offering him a question. “Just… wandering,” he said with a rolling shrug of his broad shoulders. “Kinda new around here. Just kinda wandering in circles really.” That about summed it up, sure. Wandering in circles here and in life. So accomplished. “I, uh… I take it you live nearby?” he asked in return. Yes, Dresden was apparently just as adept at small talk, wasn’t he?
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i am suckage. sorry again! ><
"Sounds like you need a better horse," he commented. Denver wasn't one to own horses in the first place, but if he did, he knew that he would be sure to get one that was trained. What kind of person would want to own such a wild horse, anyways? He shook his head, amazed that the man would have this unruly animal and still bring it around people. It was reckless, really.
An ear flicked as the taller, hulking man gave his name. Dresden. Somehow, it fit him, and Denver wondered what sort of purebred husky just wandered around near all these wolf packs. "Wandering, huh? Y'know there're lotsa packs around here, 'm sure one of 'em would take ya in... Might even train that beast for ya," he offered with a grin. Denver sure hadn't enjoyed the life of a loner, and he'd known most of his kin to be the same way; but maybe this guy was different. "Yeah, a couple miles south; be careful 'round there, though. They're not so gentle with strangers gettin' too close," he warned, knowing the Thistle Kingdom to be unforgiving. Dresden was lucky that Denver was keen to share this information; had he been any other breed, the Salsolan might not have been so giving.
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Sorry for late and weird post. Also, I love your avvie!
The comment prompted a rolling shrug of his shoulders and a quick glance back toward the horse at riverside. “I’ll take what I can get.” If he had the opportunity to get his hands on a much more well-behaved horse, he would eagerly take it up. The Lords knew his journey would have been altogether much smoother had Stranger been more mild mannered. Despite this, he had to admit that he’d developed some sort of fondness for the wild-natured equine. They were two grumpy kindred spirits roaming the world, and he supposed after all this time it suited him just fine.
Denver offered some sage advice, something that had been on the warrior’s mind before. “I’ve considered it,” he admitted, shifting slightly. Indeed he had, but the mere thought made him uneasy. It almost felt as though if he were to claim a new home, he would be truly abandoning his old like. Part of him still clung to it stubbornly even though he was well aware that he could never go back. What would the harm be in trying to move on? All this ceaseless wandering was only serving to torment him further. “I suppose it would be nice to have company again. Even if only to have some help with that rowdy companion of mine.” He smirked.
Icy eyes briefly turned south when the other husky mentioned his home. Something to add to the mental map of the area. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that a pack would be protective of its lands. Dresden was typically respectful of claimed lands, giving them a wide berth while traveling. He would remember to be extra careful when moving down south.
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hooray for late/weird posts! xD oh and ty... even though i've changed it already. xD
Satisfied for the moment that the beast lurking behind him wasn't going to kill him (yet), Denver crossed his arms and inhaled deeply. "So, Dresden..." he started, finding himself looking up at the man at far too great of an angle. He took a step back, then, and cleared his throat, starting over. "So, where were you born, man?" he asked, looking him over again. Denver had been shorter than his parents (and almost everyone else), but had he been that much shorter? It unsettled him, but he tried not to think about it. "Haven't met too many other dogs 'round here; 'specially not Huskies. You pure blooded?" Maybe he was prying too much, now, but he thought he knew the answer, anyways. For a moment he felt around in the pockets of his pants, angling for a lighter and a smoke, but came up empty. "Wish I had a smoke," he grumbled, craving one deeply now, for no good reason. He hadn't brought any, since he had just come for exercise; he only had a few, anyways, and he supposed he should save them, or something. Annoyed, he sighed and stared over at the wild beast again, his half-curled tail flicking once when the creature's breath startled him.
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