every fist is clenched, but i'm so tired

Dresden Thrace · 10-31-2011, 12:49 PM

Set in Arachnea's Revenge, a bit outside CdC borders.

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Dresden might have still be relatively new to this region compared to the many others who called it home, but he had been travelling around here long enough to tell when something had changed. The warrior had been making his way south again, thinking of finally pushing far enough in his wanderings to see what lie beyond the territory of Cour des Miracles. He had taken to the familiar path through the forest that he had ventured through on numerous occasions already, but there seemed to be a new roadblock in the form of a new pack. He caught wind of the territorial scent markers and came to a halt in surprise. Well, that certainly hadn’t been there before. Well well, if the people around here weren’t busy waging war on one another, it seemed they were busy establishing packs all over the place.

Not about to barge through the newly-claimed territory to continue on the old forest path, the warrior resigned himself to circling around it. He led Stranger back the way they had come for some distance before angling southward to try to skirt around the packlands. By late afternoon, decided that it would be best to stop for a rest. He and the dark stallion settled down in a small clearing. The husky first set about feeding and watering the horse, who when finished, settled onto the grass for a nap. Dresden himself sat down a short distance away, legs crossed in front of him. He reached into the large satchel that hung from the back side of his belt until he felt a familiar smooth, metal surface. He pulled out the dull gold idol of Apollo and studied it with tired blue eyes. The figure of his patron Lord and the object that had been the cause of endless trouble for him. Dresden closed his eyes and muttered a short prayer to the god before setting it down on the ground before him. The dull metallic shine of the statue contrasted against the dark soil beneath it.

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Anatoliy Russo · 10-31-2011, 06:11 PM

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He had only recently returned to the new pack, his new pack. It was hard to properly figure it out in his head. After all, he had been in the Kingdom for almost two years, that was easily half his life already. It was decidedly hard to readapt, but he was slowly doing it, day by day. Now, he even lived close to where Silas called home, Inferni. Anatoliy knew nothing about the clan, especially since they were more militant coyotes and coyote hybrids. Few people knew the pack existed yet; the missions to present gifts to various packs had not yet launched, and only those who knew current members were aware of the pack's existence. The name would spread soon enough, and the Brotherhood would start to bloom. Not that the Russo was going to join. He was a fisherman, that was all he wanted.

Except now, he felt as though he ought to make sure that everything was secure. The pack was relatively new, and the Russo figured he should make sure the border was properly marked along it's length. He took that path, finding few gaps or chinks in the scent border. He was grateful; Anatoliy did not want to whip it out and piss a marker. There were scents of strangers, but the Russo was sure that his scent was still vaguely of the Court. But soon, he would become a Cavalier. What a bittersweet feeling.

In his path, the Russo found a fresh, absolutely fresh scent, of a stranger with no pack scent he recognized. Making sure he had his knife in easy access, Anatoliy weaved his way toward the source, smelling it getting stronger as he went. The scent of equine hit him too. Cocking his head, the Russo came upon a stranger and his horse. Both seemed at ease, so he dropped his hand from the hilt of the gutting knife and relaxed slightly. "I am sorry to disturb. Zhere vas a scent on zhe border." He was not sure why he bothered to explain, but he did stumble upon a stranger. Golden eyes noticed that the stranger had a strange figurine before him as he sat on the ground. What was it?

Dresden Thrace · 11-06-2011, 11:18 PM

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Sorry for the wait. I've been having bad migraines this week. x_x

Dresden shouldn’t have been as surprised as he had been when someone stumbled into the small clearing a short while later. He knew he was close to pack lands, it being the whole reason for his detour through this part of the forest in the first place. And with the pack being new, it was likely its members would be on alert, keeping an eye on their newly claimed borders. It was what Dresden would have done, warrior’s instincts keen on him protecting what was his. But despite all of that, he was nearly startled out of his dazed prayers when another canine approached. He chose to blame the weariness of long travels on that; his pride wouldn’t stand for admitting that he’d been caught off guard.

At the sound of the stranger’s accented voice, Dresden sat bolt upright, half-lidded eyes widening and head snapping toward the other. He very nearly reached for one of the daggers sitting sheathed at his belt, but he caught himself before his hand had reached it. He tried to disguise the defensive motion by reaching down to grab the idol of Apollo instead, but it was a poor attempt at best. The man was apologizing for disturbing him, explaining that he had caught his scent on the borders. The warrior relaxed and shook his head. “Sorry,” he said as he stood up, continuing as he brushed some of the loose dirt from his legs. “I was following a trail I’ve gotten used to taking. But it turns out that the lands have been claimed in the few days since I’ve last been here. Didn’t mean to intrude.” He shrugged then, icy eyes giving the male a quick examination.

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Anatoliy Russo · 11-25-2011, 09:47 PM

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It was not an intruder, that was good. Anatoliy did not want to have to fight anyone, it was simply not his nature. The other man seemed stiff at first, so the Russo did not move an inch, letting his own muscles relax beneath his skin. He figured people would have been displaced when they took this land. But hadn't it belonged to someone else before they had come skipping in? Either it had been such a long while that the Russo could not truly remember all the details, or this man had been trespassing at that time. Or had the territory been further back? He could not remember. He had never visited the pack that had been here before.

"No harm. You did not trespass. Is no issue." Anatoliy paused a good few yards before the stranger, eying him carefully with golden eyes. "Is it hunting trail? Or is just a pazh?" He inquired, wondering if they had truly affected the stranger excessively. If it was a hunting trail, it was slightly worse than just a path. But it would mean that his new home would have a game trail to follow before winter came and when the snows let their grips on the world slip away. Then it was their fault if the man did not hunt where he used to, but he would have to go elsewhere. It was unintentionally but final. If it was a path, well. He could go around.

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