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Razekiel Lykoi · 11-04-2011, 05:59 PM

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Naniko! Predated for 5 November.

For a time, Razekiel walked side by side with the blue roan, and for a time the stallion lent the man his back; the two made for excellent companions, what with the coyote at the stallion's level of intellect when his joint was at its strongest. The high had begun its drift somewhere around Dahlia Valley, and since then the coyote had walked alongside Lark, chatting and sharing stories of times far away: His life with Juniper Peace and Ocean Flower. Sage, China, Clover, Micah — when they were young. The afternoons rolling in the fields, listening to the Junipers' many tongues, their many cultures in one shared space. Even to Lark, Razekiel spoke nothing of Storm Lily's fate.

En route to Anathema, the two casually moved their way over the mountain to a more accessible entrance. The coyote knew well the illustrious pack roamed within the very same mountain Ichika resided outside of, yet he himself had hardly seen a single one of them in all their days in the north. It was time, he decided, to speak with the leaders, if nothing else — especially before the snow fell and the trip became too arduous and cold to manage.

At the borders, Razekiel readied the gifts within his satchel and squared his shoulders, allowing tanned dreadlocks to drift over his eyes as he raised snout to the sky and released a friendly call for the pack's leaders. No rush resided in the sound, nor apprehension and threat; as always, Razekiel held himself in the most leisurely of manners, and with that sound released, lowered himself to the ground and crossed his legs. Tail swaying contentedly, he pulled the bottle of wine from his satchel and took to last-minute fixes of the jewelry he had crafted, humming and puffing from the joint as he patiently awaited response.

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Naniko D'Angelo · 11-11-2011, 11:26 PM

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Word Count :: 000 Rawr :3

She padded quickly toward the border area. Her nose worked through the various scents to locate that of the stranger, pinpointing them and heading toward it as swiftly as she could. The leader's mind was working at something serious, a thought that had been rattling around for a couple of days. Would Alaki recover from his bloodlust? The sub-leader's mate had left him for another and both canines had fled Anathema. This had left the leader in a predicament...Alaki had wanted to follow them and hunt them down. She'd managed to stop him, but it had taken the help of Grace and one other packmember to subdue the Rakeeb and get him into the cave. Once locked away, Alaki had cursed Matteo, Gemma, and eventually her for locking him up. He was still in there now, with Grace acting as a watchdog. It had taken several canines to move the boulder in front of his door and it would take the same amount to move it back...but she still worried.

Naniko emerged from the brush, looking this way and that. She never left Optime and was in that form today, standing tall on two long legs. She wore no clothing, a simple weapons-belt cinched tightly around her waist. There weren't many obviously offensive weapons on it, only an axe on one side and two daggers on the other. One was her ceremonial dagger, which she used for only that purpose, the other a simple non-decorated one. Nonetheless, she kept one hand within reach of the shorter of the two daggers as she approached. One could never be sure of what they would find, even if the stranger had announced their presence with a howl. "Hello?" She called, jade eyes moving sharply over her surroundings.

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Razekiel Lykoi · 11-13-2011, 10:16 PM

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Over the hum of the wind Razekiel heard his response, and at once his smile widened in delight. Though he hated to intrude on the business of his neighbors, such meetings were wholly needed for negotiations, and considering the proximity between Ichika no Ho-en and Anathema (who lived within the very mountain Ichika called home), the two packs should have gathered and discussed potential problems much sooner. Since the Anathemans had not intruded on Ichikan territory nor had his members complained of any issues with them, Razekiel had made for settling other interruptions first and considered Anathema's closeness a lower priority.

"Hello!" his chipper voice called into the wind, and with that Razekiel gathered up his satchel and wine and drew closer to find the green-eyed woman not far away. She walked with a familiar pride, with a charisma he recognized in her gaze; surely she led these lands and was the one he'd requested. "My, you are white as the snow, man, like a goddess in my midst! The Mother works in such marvelous ways!" Joint wagged over his tongue as he spoke, his smile never-ending as he moved forward in the most harmless of fashions, crafted necklace hanging from his wrist as he extended a hand in greeting. "Razekiel Lykoi, man. Helped found your northern neighbors, yeah? Though it was about time Ichika and Anathema share a sec', man, considering how close we are."

"Ah, right, here," he grinned, next pulling the necklace from his wrist and draping it over her head and neck and stepping back with pride in his eyes. Painted beads and pointed teeth hung from the thin string, and on the woman he thought it to look at its most beautiful. "A gift, hand-made. For you, man, from me."

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Naniko D'Angelo · 11-26-2011, 12:19 AM

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My apologies for the lateness on this <3 Just got back from a week in Illinois with no internet and zero cell reception ;_; And sorry for Naniko XD she's a dork. And paranoid. o.o

He smelled of marijuana, a scent that the female recognized almost immediately. Barrett had the same smell on him, and Naniko had that similar but fainter scent on her own coat as well. Naniko was fairly isolationist when it came to other packs; she did not like leaving Anathema if she did not have to, and didn't actively seek to become involved in the goings-on of other packs unless they directly affected her. She had enough to do in Anathema without worrying about what was going on everywhere else. Occasionally canines would come and visit her in her pack, which she appreciated...but otherwise she was kept in the unknown for the most part.

His speech confused her at first; she didn't understand why he was so calm and relaxed. Was this some kind of game? Naniko narrowed her eyes, fur raising slightly. There were always motives behind everything that a canine did...what was his? He spoke of "the mother", which she assumed was his word for "the creator", the God that she looked up to and sacrificed animals to when it came time for an important ceremony in the pack. He introduced himself next, which was somewhat of a relief to her; this was behavior that she was more familiar with. "Naniko D'Angelo." The only pack north of Anathema was Ichika, and she cleared her throat to speak again. "I've met another leader from there - Nayru. Is she still around?" Perhaps this was a new leader?

Naniko watched his actions carefully as he reached toward her neck. He'd not been aggressive toward her as of yet, but that could change quickly. He was holding a necklace out as if he was going to put it over her head, and she gave him the benefit of the doubt as he placed it there. She fought the urge to growl or snap at his hands. Peace. He was here on a mission of peace. "I'm not a man." She said in a low tone, bristling subconsciously despite the gift. "I have nothing for you on me right now. If you wish to trade, I have a few items that I can get for you to look at. Would that please you?"

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