Cry Havoc, And Let Slip The Dogs Of War.

Frodo Silvertongue · 11-26-2011, 01:32 PM

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First reply goes to....*drumroll* Temo! After that, anyone Smile Forward dated to the 27th, early morning. wc; 962

The wolf, in optime form, rode his white stallion, all the way from the Ichika no ho-en pack. Mr Silvertongue had quite a meeting back there, a positive one… somehow worrying, but positive all the same. He had followed the basic directions from a randomer and it had led him into Ethereal Eclipse… a forest dense with trees, with scents, with prey, and with a distant magic. He would have stopped to hunt just for the fun of it, but the truth was; he was tired, and lacking in strength. He just hadn’t the need to hunt, especially with meat already in his bag. Frodo was well rested from some kind-ships along his journey back to his ex-home, and there were bandages on the scars and wounds that ran across his sore back, but he still felt worn out.

Frodo probably needed to ask someone for directions again. He felt lost. As lost as a wolf could be, really. Usually he was a good tracker, and good with his senses, but for the moment he felt alone and unable to track or scout properly. And he didn’t just feel alone; he was alone; in fact, he was a Loner. He had no doubt that AniWaya had forgotten his existence, and had removed him from the pack. He’d have to join it all over again, but he needed to find it first.

Being stolen from the pack and going on a journey had its ups and downs, but you could not say that Frodo had not learned a thing or two on his travels. If he had learned anything, it was that not all wolves were as kind as he’d hoped they’d be, and the best way to stay alive was to be patient, and to carry on.

Before, he had been far from accustomed with the ways of a wolf, and packs. Of course, he had been born into a pack- few had not, but his pack had never been normal, it never settled in once place, and circumstances led him to leave that pack at a year old, never to return. Frodo was alone again now, just like the time he had first left his birth place, but he hoped that for sure, that this time, it would be different.

The young man old was not your average brute. From afar most would mistake him for a teen, not yet grown into his body, but Alas, Frodo had always been small, and skinny, with abnormally long legs that took up most of his body size. There were, however, bonuses to having such a slim, streamlined body. He was extremely fast at both running and swimming, and had a lot of stamina. The wolf was quick on his feet, and sharp minded- he could make a kill in seconds, in all three forms, using different strategies for each… Still, nobody was perfect, because Frodo was physically weak in battle, and mentally shy. And, being a rogue and a wanderer these past nine months, meant that he was always on his guard, and always wary of fellow travellers.

Frodo rode Strider at a steady trot until he thought it was time to rest. They surely wouldn’t set up camp - it was too early in the day for that - but they both needed something to eat, to keep their strength up. Frodo dismounted quickly, leaping off the horse in a graceful bound. The curly, black furred, almost-two year old stretched his arms, and his legs, and then collapsed on a log, cracking his knuckles and tracing his practiced, strong fingers along the bark. Hours in the saddle could make you very stiff, Frodo noted, pulling his waterskin out of his cloak and pressing it against his dry muzzle.

He was a mysterious figure, sitting out in the forest. His black, curly fur made him look innocent; and where the black faded to a silky auburn at his mane, where the long hair was threaded through with flowers and feathers and braids, he was wise beyond his years. But then, the troubled expression that sat upon his firm, chiselled features and glittering green eyes made him look pained. He wore no trousers, and nothing on his four paws, but he wore a simple brown, leather shirt, because it covered the scars on his back. Concealing his body also was his dark cloak, and then the green bandana that wrapped around his neck. A mixture of feelings he would emit to someone looking at him, perhaps not all of them pleasant. Frodo looked not his usual, happy self, but older and more secretive. He muttered something under his breath in his odd accent, and then glanced to where Strider was gently nibbling at the grass. Frodo hadn’t the need to tether his horse, they were too loyal to each other for that. A playful grin, the first in weeks, came upon his face now as he watched the horse try to get some moss that grew up high on a tree. What’re you doing, shrimp? Wish upon a star, squire, you’re not gonna like that ol’ moss. he watched, amused, as Strider turned to glare at him for a second, before attempting to grapple at the moss again. Silly mucker. Here, we can help each other, so we can. The youth stood up, waltzing over, leaping up in the air gracefully and pulling some of the green moss from the tree, handing it over with a flourish. He sure was small, but Frodo was agile. His furred palm gave way as a horse-muzzle was thrust into it, and Frodo felt himself laughing as the horse ate the moss from his hand, in a way that tickled him so.

Ibycus · 11-27-2011, 01:19 AM

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Ibycus had woken up that morning with his stomach protesting at it's emptiness. It had been several days since his last meal and it was time to find another meal. With a long and satisfying stretch, he reached for the the tree branches and listened to his spine pop a couple of times. A few steps to a small stream that was bubbling near by, he drank several long droughts of the cool and crisp water.

His stomach satisfied until it realizes that it was only water that got sent down to it, Ibycus prowls around the immediate area of the forest that is surrounding him in search of a meal. it was slow going and his stomach was about to signal it's protest at being fooled by the water when the scent of a deer weaved its way around the trees and across his nose.

It was not too much longer and Ibycus was bent over the small deer skinning it with his knife. The steam from the body rising in the cool morning air as he cut off a hunk of meat and started taking bites of it. Despite his growling stomach, he ate slowly savoring the taste of fresh blood and venison. He marveled at how the deer tasted so different from where he was from. He could even taste the difference in the animals from other parts of the region he now traveled around in.

His hunger once again sated for a while, Ibycus wrapped the rest of the meat in the hide for later and proceeded back to the stream from where he had drunk from earlier that day. He took another drink and worked at washing the blood from his fur. His fingers were going numb from the cold water after meticulously washing all the blood from his brown and white fur.

He rubbed his hands together trying to warm them back up and then shook the water from his fur, water droplets flying everywhere. Satisfied that the blood was gone from his fur and his hunger sated, Ibycus returned to where he had bedded down the previous night and for several nights before that. He retrieved his bag and made sure everything was there and with the bundle of extra meat in hand, he looked around at what was home for a few days as he had looked around the area to make sure he had everything although that was not much.

He was about to continue his trek southward when he heard a voice wind it's way around the trees to his floppy ears. He listened for a few moments and the voice did not sound menacing so he padded around and through the trees the short distance and came upon another talking with and feeding his horse. Saluto, Signore, how are you this fine day? Ibycus called out in his Italian accent to the other as he came into sight but did not approach to close just in case that the other luperci might be hostile.

Frodo Silvertongue · 11-27-2011, 05:24 PM

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It wasn’t long before he was approached. He looked up from being palm-tickled to see the floppy eared wolf dog approach and then stop from a distance. Probably just wary, noted Frodo, just like he was most of the time. The curly, black furred male held up two hands as if to say he meant no harm, and that the wolf dog could come closer. He then dropped one hand and used the other to wave, while nodding with his chin. Frodo was a good natured boy, and not averse to socializing. He had been brought up in a tight-knit family, and talking was something you did often, and meeting new people was also a common skill. Their community would pick up the stragglers, the beaten, and the unworthy of other packs and let them join the crew, no questions asked. It didn’t matter if they were sinful or just plain weak, they were welcome where Frodo’s family were concerned. Except it wasn’t his family now. Not anymore.

This may be our ticket outta here, buster-bal oon. Hoick your bones up and let’s get shifted. Frodo whispered to his horse, and they both slowly started at a walk towards Ibycus. Frodo cast his shadowed eyes to the left and right before stopping, sure it was just the three of them. How am I? Well, that’s a long story, morning glory. It wasn’t exactly a piece a coca-cola gettin’ here. I’m Frodo Silvertongue. Who’re you, desperado? he had sure noticed the Italian accent that came with the wolf dog, but he paid no heed to the native-sounding tongue. He wasn’t one to start commenting on accents, that was for sure.

The wolf-man rocked back on his heels and stifled a yawn, pretending to scratch his muzzle but in doing so concealing his mouth. He was not bored at all, but very tired, and you could tell it by looking at his gold-streaked face. There was a certain darkness lingering in the centre of his forest-green eyes and it did not mean well, whatever it was. Like a sickness declaring war on its victim, there was something painful eating him from the inside out. Frodo told himself it was just exhaustion, but there was a hint of something else. A powerful lion just waiting to leap out. But Frodo was no lion. Frodo wasn’t a dark brute, or mysterious, or dangerous. Sometimes he appeared so, but when up front it just came down to it simple, and solid. He was a man of good nature and there was not anything to say otherwise. Know the way to AniWaya from here, my good lad? he questioned, because he desperately wanted to be home. Once he had simple directions he might even stop for a little chat with the hybrid; who knew? For despite the fact he told himself he just wanted to be back at the pack, he was having some fun out of being a loner, being free. It was pleasant being on the road again, and able to meet fellow travellers. Maybe, thought Frodo, being a Loner wasn't bad at all.

Ibycus · 11-29-2011, 12:10 AM

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Through his turquoise eyes, Ibycus watched the stranger for a few moments with a curiosity and some nervousness that the stranger might turn hostile and attack. He hoped that would not be the case, but was ready just in case. Although he hoped that he would only meet other friendly people, he knew that there were ones that would want to bring harm onto others.

With a slight tilt to his head, Ibycus listened with some curiosity as the other spoke. That is an interesting way of speaking, Signore Silvertongue, he replied back to the other. I do not know of some of those things that you speak of. He continued with a thoughtful look in his eyes as he pondered some of the things like morning glory and coca cola, which he had not heard of before.

Ibycus brought his eyes back to focus onto Frodo and introduced himself, Signore Silvertongue, I am Ibycus and I do not know what this desperado is. Ibycus pondered for a few moments trying to remember the places he had been. Fortunatamente, I have only been in this country for a few short months and do not know where this Aniwaya that you speak of, is. He answered Frodo's query with a slight frown on his muzzle.

Frodo Silvertongue · 11-29-2011, 04:08 PM

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The subtle incline of the head and the note of curiosity that rose in the wolf dog’s throat did not go unnoticed by Frodo, and he just shrugged it off mentally with a mild smile. His ferocious, yet soft emeralds glassed over a tad when the - Italian? - mongrel spoke to him once more, because indeed Frodo was just as curious with the stranger as the stranger was him. A large grin curled upon the sides of his lips at Ibycus’s statements; not uncruely however largely amused. That’s just the way it is. he responed first, boldly and with great desire to unfold this conversation more, and with it the hybrids secrets. Half of what I say is rubbish, you get me? this was true. The words that had especially made Ibycus ponder the meaning; Morning Glory and Coca Cola, Frodo himself had no idea of either. It was just simple ditty’s that he’d picked up along the way of his travels, and in turn had learned to speak vigorously and with great excitement.

Mr Silvertongue kept on talking, his gold-stained maw flashing open and close in quick succesion; the youth was quite eager, to say the least, to talk. Nice to meet you, Ibycus. Frodo paused, tapping his fingers on a leg to release some of his bursting energy, and then continued chattering away. A desparado goes skulking like a blind mouse, running up their grandfather clocks, sneaking under-the-ground, bein’ punished by the dunce’s cap, so to speak. You get me?

His quirkiness enabled him to carry on smiling when Ibycus told him some tragic information. Truly, he would be on his own from here; it didn’t look like there‘d be others to be meeting for miles. ‘Tis a shame, my lemon drop sundae. ‘Tis a shame indeed. But we could be safe with a chat, and a chateth we shall, eh jeeves! Was it not Romeo that once asked Rapunzel to let down her long chair? goodness, if Ibycus had been confused before, he would be overwhelmed by now. But poor Frodo didn’t know this, of course, the silly sod.

Frodo Silvertongue

Ibycus · 12-06-2011, 03:14 AM

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Ibycus

With a slow shake of his head and a quiet chuckle that came from between the lips of his grinning muzzle, the tips of his floppy ears bounced a bit with the head movement. Signore, you do have an... He paused as he unsuccessfully searched for the english word, insolito he settled on his own language for the word he was searching for, way of speaking. I do not understand half of what you say, Ibycus finished with a slight tilt to his head and looked at the other traveler.

Ibycus watched Frodo for a few moments longer and decided that he was not going to attack, hopefully. Not to quickly and with the the care of someone that knew their way around animals, he moved closer and put a hand out for the horse to sniff. Is a beautiful animal you have here, Signore, what is his name?Ibycus queried the other that was standing near. With a look northward and then a glance to the south, he looked back at Frodo, Signore Frodo, neither one of us know where we are going but it is in the same direction, we could travel together for a while?he made the last part a question wondering if the other traveler wanted company or not.

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Frodo Silvertongue · 12-10-2011, 12:49 PM

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wc; 357 I thought the green was extreme! So I changed...

Frodo simply grinned in reply to Ibycus commenting yet again on his strange, strange accent. The bony man shrugged his narrow shoulders and laughed it off, his warm chuckles infectious and hard to be immune to. The curly furred, mostly black brute clutched his cloak to him, the thermal insulator very handy in the harsh, almost winter weather. Winter was on it's way, and this was clear in the skies, and in the wind. Frodo just hoped he reached his destination before it made it's final approach.

Strider snorted when the hand was offered, tossed his proud head up in the air and refused to look at the palm. The white stallion then cautiously took a look at it, and then ever so slowly lowered his head, sniffing the paw with a snort. Strider wouldn't forget the scent. He snorted out, and took a step back again, watching nervously from a distance. The animal was untamed and stubborn, ornery beyond belief. Ibycus should count himself lucky the animal even got within a meters distance. But Strider had sensed that the stranger knew his way around animals, and this rubbed off on the equine.

Ah, this tosser is Strider. He's well handy, but a real grump. Frodo threw a playful glance in the direction of his most valued friend, and then rocked back on his heels, skipping a little on light feet. The thought of travelling together with Ibycus intrigued Frodo, and of course he jumped on the offer straight away. Well, hold my hooter if that sounds like a plan. the gypsy grinned, scratching his back with one blunt claw. I'm headin' west, but apart from that I dunno... but we're innit together, yeah Ibycus my lad? Frodo declared, putting a strong, firm hand to rest against Ibycus's shoulder. He might just have found a new friend. You ride at all? I'm wantin' to stretch my legs. I'll be sure Strider carries you, if you want, my old china. his grin was genuine but had a hint of mystery and mischievous nature in it, a youthful expression that could only be expected of a man so young.

Frodo Silvertongue

Ibycus · 12-11-2011, 06:16 PM

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The smile disappeared from his muzzle as Ibycus watched and listened to the horse that he just found out was called Strider. He watched the ears move and the flick of the tail and look in Strider's eyes, for Ibycus knew that animals communicated through body language and having worked around them for most of his young life before leaving Italy, he had a fair idea of what the horse was thinking.

He looked up at Frodo and his hand slapped him in the shoulder and grabbed on. "Amico," he started, then thought a moment for the english word, then continued when he found it. "Friend, I go where my feet take me, together we head west." Ibycus said with the smile returning to his muzzle and a chuckle in his voice.

With the mention of riding Strider, memories of his childhood with his siblings terrorizing the goats and sheep by jumping onto their backs and riding them around the pens. Then later riding the horses either for fun or on errands. The hand let go of Frodo's shoulder and with a slight wave to dismiss the horse before returning to his side, "Naah, let him have his peace, I do not need to ride any more than he needs a stranger on his back.. With a chuckle and a glance skyward noting the position of the sun, he steps to the side and motions in a westward direction, "Shall we?"

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Frodo Silvertongue · 12-12-2011, 05:14 PM

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It was agreed they would both head west quickly, and Frodo nodded curtly, briefly wagging his tail and waggling his brow in excitement. Nice one guyforkes. I'm gettin' to like you pronto. the man scratched a flea absently and then yawned greatly, his arms flying up in the air and legs spreading out into an athletes before-the-race stretch position. He shifted his thin weight into all sorts of wiry postures and then craned his neck upwards and outwards, admiring Ibycus from afar. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly; here an Italian man was in canada and he thought Frodo talked funny.

Shall we? Frodo nodded eagerly, pulling on the bottom of his horse's bridle softly to make him move. The silvertongue was quite impressed with Ibycus turning down the offer to ride; he knew lots of people that would jump at the offer. All lazy buggers. He snorted under his breath and his admiration grew for the Italian dog. Com'on Luigi. Hoist the westwards sails, we're off too isengard! he stifled a snort and jiggled his hips around, quite an extrodanary site he was, performing a ludicrously excited dance. The young man loved company! After they'd been walking a bit more, Frodo decided to spark their conversation further. Where 'bouts you from, my spag bol? And where oh where didya learn english?

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Ibycus · 12-18-2011, 01:12 AM

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His eyes sparkle and a smile forms on his muzzle showing his white teeth, "Yes, sail the westward hoist," Ibycus exclaimed, his confusion of Frodo's words evident but trying to get into the spirit. "To Isengard we go," he finished with no clue as to where this particular town was but with some company to swap stories with on the way, he was not concerned with the destination.

With that statement, Ibycus headed west with Frodo by his side and the horse following behind them. Ibycus raised an eyebrow as he wondered if Frodo was going into some sort of seizure with his hip gyrations and dancing. When he realized that there was nothing wrong with his companion, he shook his head and chuckled quietly at Frodo's antics.

They walked a moment in silence as Ibycus focused his thoughts on Frodo's queries. "I am from a far off land, a beautiful land, that we call Italy, and it is far across the ocean." He breathed a deep sigh as the memories of his homeland flashed through his mind. "There were a many number of travelers that had come through my hometown and some would stay a while to work before moving on. Those of the village learned several different languages and English was the most common after our Italian." Ibycus glanced at Frodo, "How about you, what tales of travel do you have?" he asked.

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Frodo Silvertongue · 01-04-2012, 10:05 AM

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He couldn't help but snort slightly in uncontrollable laughter when Ibycus tried to join in, yet failed just a little. Still he slapped the italian wolf on the back with a grin and then quickened his pace and lengthened his strides, still dancing just a little bit but managing to controll his eagerness for the most part. His ears perked up in answer to the question and Frodo found himself dreaming about this land called Italy in his mind, and he smiled softly. It's soundin' as fine as a turtle shell. he mused dreamily, drumming stray fingers on his thighs.

His new friend then asked Frodo what tales he had, and he tilted his head with a knowing smile. Many. he managed finally, scratching his ginger locks while thinking of one to tell him about how he was born a gypsy, and always on the move, and how hard he found it to be tied down in a pack. He could even tell him about how he'd recently been captured by pirates and forced to work as a cabin boy.... finally, Frodo decided to tell Ibycus the story of his life, and that he did, as they walked to their destination in a hearty manor.

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Ibycus · 01-21-2012, 07:51 PM

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The sun slowly crept in it's path across the sky while the two travelers made their way through the forest. The occasional bird flitting away when they got to close or a squirrel barking their complaint when the two got to close to the squirrel's tree. Sometimes the flash of a rabbit disappearing under a bush would be seen.

Ibycus listened to the tales of the adventures of his life that Frodo spun with his tongue. They had walked many a step but he had not noticed them because the stories were fascinating and kept his attention away from the plodding of each foot during their trek. Sometimes it gets lonely walking through the forest all by himself, which was most of the time, and it was a nice change to have someone to walk with.

It was several moments of silence after Frodo had finished with the telling of his life tales and Ibycus thought about his life and compared the little in adventure that he had in his travels, then said Your life had been one adventure after another and the few adventures that occurred in my life pales in comparison to the stories that you have told me.

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