This old song reminds me...

Matteo Trovato · 11-29-2011, 08:19 AM

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Mid-evening at the borders of AniWaya.

Returning from one of his usual trips to Halifax, Matteo was in brighter spirits; he'd met a woman from the homelands... sort of. Her name was Amy Sunders and she'd been in a business partnership with his father at one point, a while back. The relative familiarity was a good feeling, one that left Teo in a fantastic mood. Not only had he met a blast from his past... but he might've found the right person for the job.

Alaki wouldn't stand a chance against a trained killer like her. Especially considering how dangerous assassins from the homeland were. Hopefully she'd be able to get the job done and Matteo would be able to rest easy from then on.

Jericho had slowed her pace about halfway back from Halifax and as they reached the border, she made it clear as day to him that she wanted to stop and rest; the village was still a ways away and as long as they were in friendly territory, Teo saw no problem with it. He dismounted on the other side of the fence and left the mare to wander, keeping her in close range just in case.

In the meantime, he dug out an old friend from his bag; the flute his mother had given him. The old thing was still in good shape and he proved it as he sat down on an old stump and started to play a soft tune, one that whistled through the air as if it were a natural part of the scenery.

As much as he'd learned to appreciate Inferni, Teo had come to know AniWaya as home. Hopefully, someday, he'd be able to convince Gemma of the same thing.

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Dominick Rayne · 11-30-2011, 09:57 PM

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:: can't wake up in sweat, cause it ain't over yet ::

→ Dominick Rayne ←

:: I'm your fucking nightmare ::

Word Count → 377 :: Neat text table by Sky! Weuu! Dominick's in his Optime form.

A slight breeze blew through Dominicks already messy hair as he walked through the woods, looking for Camilla Trovato with the sole intentiton of trying to bring her home. So the family can finally have an heir scence Matteo, and Giuseppe were dead.

I wonder where she could be, he wondered as he walked on further, absent mindedly playng with the scarf around his neck If only... If only... His mind shot to thinking about Carissa but he forced her out of his mind. This is not the time nor place. Dom whispered to no one.

Dominick continued walking through the forest, ducking under branches and protecting the scarf that meant everything to him. As he continued he noticed a scent in the air. Must be one of the locals, he thought, realizing that he was smelling two scents. He could've sworn he knew one of them but he chalked it up to a trick of the wind. Still, he prepared for the worst, slipping on his razor gauntlets and moving as quietly and carefully as he could towards the scent (it wasn't easy giving his stature). Then the wind brought in the sound of a flute. Quickly remembering his training from the former head of the trovato family, Draco, his first thought was that it was a trap. That was until he noticed a pure white coydog and a horse. so thats why I only noticed two scents. as he thought this his food deprived stomach let out a growl and he painfully remember his last few hunting attempts, all of them failing to produce a meal. His eyes flicked to stare hungrily at the horse, considering his options. I could easily overpower the coydog and take his horse. Maybe I could use it to trade to someone for a meal.

It was then that the coydog's face caught his eye. Could it be...? No way, it can't be. He's dead. His foot slipped and he stumbled a bit, leaving him completely out of the bushes. After a moment of shock, he straightened himself, clearing his throat carefully. Matteo.... Matteo Trovato, Is that you? The sound of disbelief in his voice, convinced that it was actually the boy, was plainly noticeable as he approached the coydog.

Matteo Trovato · 11-30-2011, 10:49 PM

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ohai Fluffers Big Grin

Teo's song was rudely interrupted when a taller, pale dog stumbled out of the bushes. Ears flicking foward, Teo stopped playing, mixed-hued eyes alert and watching the other man with a mixture of alarm and danger.

Then the guy spoke his name and confusion was added into the mix of emotions.

Depends. Who the-- Teo cut himself up, not wanting to swear at some stranger. He stood, clearing his throat and tail flicking higher in a mild show of dominance; this was his territory. ...Who's asking?

His tone was steady, careful and his movements were equally so; slowly, he slid his flute back into his satchel bag and stood a little taller, eyes narrowing. And why are you sneaking around? Don't you know a territory border when you see one? Damn tourists.

He could tell from the man's coat and build that he had to have been a Wolfhound; a dangerous breed, rarely seen in America, though vaguely more common in Europe. The man's voice alone told Matteo that he was Italian, which meant he'd probably have heard of the Trovato name. Was this person sent by Amy? Maybe the family? Teo couldn't help but feel alarmed by his sudden presence; just earlier, he'd met another person from his homeland. What were the chances he'd meet two?

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