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The coaled pelted hybrid had left the mansions walls fairly early in the morning. He hadn't brought anything with him save for what he considered to be his favourite Shakespearean work, Macbeth. The blue covered book was held tightly between the teeth of his Lupus form. He had not visited the state since he had left behind immaturity, but it had been a sudden decision to that morning. The sun hadn't risen far yet and the orange (nearly red) glow gave off little light, so Angel's journey was made more with senses than with his icy eyes. By time he reached the borders, as he was thinking of waiting there to see if he could catch any trespassers, his jaws had frozen into a locked position over the spine of the book and he had to practically let it fall away. Any other day his bible would have been the book he travelled with. But now he had decided to use his Lupus form for a change he could only afford to carry a singular text with him.


The Tirones stretched out his hind legs behind him, weary for the walk that took more out of him than he expected. He was somewhat unadjusted to the Canadian winter, despite being born into a mountainous town. Angel had always put it down to the fact that his father had relocated the family to the capital of the region. Barcelona was a damn site hotter than the foothills, he'd learnt this when he had to shear the locks, that had been much longer back then, to a much shorter length slightly longer than the look he sported in the present day.


Angel took a few moments to return to his two legged form, quickly retrieving the book form the ground. As he sat down beside a large rock, his body almost melting into the form, he gave watch to the horizon as the sun rose a few inches more, the coast was clear. No trespasser could be spotted from his choice position at the borders. Confident in his work, Angel turned to the book, letting his black claws take up the corner of the page and setting his icy gaze towards it.


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Word Count » 369 If you happen to have a non-scrolling table, would you perhaps use it for this thread? I can't really read that one and scrolling anything won't show up on my phone. Sad Also, Max is with him and they're both in Optime form.

His duties went about with ease, for winter was when Enkiel did not have much reason to leave the clan. He had plans to take one final trip out before the frost killed the rest of the plants he could use, but for now his focus was on going through the greenhouse and seeing what needed tended to. The Lykoi girls had taken much of their own stock, but Enkiel had not thought ill of them for this. He might have if they had touched what belonged to the clan, but the size of the contraption allowed for both the clan’s use and the private growth of members.

Yet he still needed to eat, and while he could have been supplied by any of the clan members, Ezekiel’s budding apprentice took great pleasure in accompanying the jackal on his trips. They hunted in the fashion that Ezekiel had taught Max; Enkiel flushed out birds and the boy shot them from the sky. With several of these carried between them, the pair had begun traveling back to the lands. Max was midway through one of his stories, babbling on a monster called Kiwakwa (or something like that).

“…and so his heart turned to ice! His fur grew white and his skin became blue and he was never able to feel warm again. During winter you can hear him howling, looking for more people to eat—“

“All of your monsters seem to eat people, Max.”

“Oh that’s because they do, Enkiel,” the grayish hybrid nodded smartly, his wild hair flipping to and fro. “Monsters are all hungry, all of the time, and they eat everything. Even wolves and coyotes and jackals.”

The healer made a face at the thought, and slowed as the boy stilled suddenly. His bright yellow eyes had caught a shadow high beyond the borders, and instinctively believed it dangerous. Dark pelts screamed “wolf”, so it was not surprising for him to suspect something. Enkiel followed his gaze and spotted the same shape, but recognized the sigil around his neck. One hand brushed against the taller boy’s arm, easing him, and the healer advanced fearlessly. Max trailed at his side, still edgy though now calm in appearance.


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sure, sure ^^ i've been trying to fix that table for ages anyway XD sorry for the huge post

Word Count → 500+


Sounds approached from the pack lands. Angel didn't turn around immediately, for his apathetic mind conjured up disinterest. His well trained ears however though differently, as if they had a mind of their own they flicked towards the words. Zoning in with coyote ears, he found that it was a child's voice. Rabbiting on about monsters and such. Again the Catalan was filled with disinterest, he turned back to his book. He'd speak his greetings if they came closer. But for now it was the tragic tale of Macbeth that interested him much, much more. Oh, if it hadn't been for the witches... Angel mused, turning a page carefully.


The mysterious duo approached carefully, a caution which Angel did not practice himself. Because of course if any violence were to occur, even if it were a surprise, Angel suspected he would be able to fend his pack mates (from what he could smell) away. This wasn't arrogance, nor foolishness. Angel would never had thought this way as a younger male because then it slimly would have not been true. Weeks, months maybe, or hard training had got him where he was now. And perhaps this was what his God wanted of him? Maybe this was the reason of Maria's death, to make him into a warrior. But for what? he considered, choosing now to rise from his sitting position.


His appearance noted his wolfish heritage, his height in particular. But to his brethren here he was no risk, he'd pledged himself to these lands and was swore (more by his own morals than any set ruling he had heard of) not to harm any. 'Hola' he said, using a language more comfortable to him. Icy blue eyes surveyed the pairing, one was a hybrid with a pelt that would appear whitish when spotless. The elder male was again a hybrid, definitely jackal. Angel had honed his 'heritage spotting' in his spare time, watching traders from all around the world go in and out of the port in Buenos Aires and the river port in Rosario. Of course there were times when he was wrong or simply couldn't place a face, but that was bound to happen. The sun had risen a few more inches since Angel had sat down and soon his rest would be over and his work, what it happened to be that day, started.


Perhaps he would find himself training again. A nice long walk wouldn't do anything but good. After all he walked, or rode, numerous times every week all the way from Rosario, where his trading 'offices' were based and where the river port was, all the way to Buenos Aires and the port there. Often to inspect their workers in the main port but some times to aid the boats and crew more suited to sea faring, up the Parana river. Though that was rare because, after all, 'parana' was derived from a phrase meaning 'like the sea'. Most often it was it was to do odd jobs, even though he had plenty of men who could do it for him. Angel never had enjoyed a desk job life, he had always been a hands on manager.


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Word Count » -- Thanks!

While Max could certainly have handled one male, Enkiel was cautious because of his severe lack of experience. The jackal was a master of healing, subversion, poison…but he had only briefly trained with Gabriel and Ezekiel, and neither of these lessons had left much of an impression on him. The strength he had was a wiry one, and while he might have survived in a fight against another jackal or another coyote, a wolf or hybrid was another story.

Enkiel showed no caution as he neared, confident that Ezekiel would not have allowed a stranger on their territory. He did not tip his head, but regarded the male with a detached coolness that belonged to him alone. Halo, his half-sister, had a more direct viciousness in her display of such a thing, and he often wondered if it was genetic. “Another Spaniard,” He commented idly, recognizing the language. His ship had docked in Spain briefly before making its journey west. The scent of Inferni hardly had sunk into this man’s pelt. “You are new.” No name, no introduction. It was not in his nature to offer this so freely.

Beside him, Max watched curiously. He was not used to the medic and thus terribly curious as to why he behaved the way he did, though the hybrid was inherently suspicious of strangers (especially with lessons of violence still ringing in his head).

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sure, sure ^^ i've been trying to fix that table for ages anyway XD sorry for the huge post

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Cold blue eyes flicked over both hybrids before him, uttering a simple 'Mhm...' when his heritage was acknowledged. He wouldn't point out that he was actually Catalan as most saw Catalonia as it was, a part of Spain. Angel had always seen it as it's own land, with distinctness and similarities to the Spanish ground. It didn't matter as much here, it was miles, weeks journeys away from where he now stood. Another comment fell from the man's mouth, 'You are new'. Angel replied at first with a nod, and then with speech, 'Fresh from the wilderness' he mused. The strange pack mate offered no name, and neither did Angel. He had always played by the opponent's pace when fighting and when conversing or in similar social situations, he followed rather than lead the pace of their speech.


Elaborating from his previous comment, he ruffled the mane at the nape of his neck, wishing away the strain in the area. 'I arrived a few days ago', two or three perhaps. Angel hadn't been keeping count as he'd secured himself in his room. And still he had work to do, but seeing as he hadn't show his face nor used any real muscle to do his work, he supposed that a trip outside would be helpful, even if only a little.


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Since Angel knows his name by their next thread, maybe have him introduce himself? <<

The game was afoot, and Enkiel found little pleasure in such a thing. If the man did not wish to introduce himself, he would not—the medic’s purpose was one that came with his name, and one way or another, the dark man would find such a thing out. Rank afforded him this; talented afforded him this. Enkiel had proven himself more than a dozen times over now, and he would not stoop for some mongrel with no ties to the clan beyond the simple oath Ezekiel demanded.

Black hair was tousled by the wind, though Enkiel did not move his hand to adjust this. Max, bored, shifted his weight and eyed the man still. “Yes, so your scent tells me,” the jackal commented. “What brought you here?” It was a question intended to probe for what Enkiel sensed; this man was made for cities and for civilization. Why had he come out into the wilderness when there were ports and villages south? Criminal, perhaps, or some strange sort of redemption. After all, Enkiel had learned very quickly of the faith that was so proudly displayed by the cross. They believed strange things, oh yes, but it was not entirely unfamiliar.

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sure ^^

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What brought you here? Angel almost scoffed, but his composure remained. It was a long and detailed list of reason that had driven him here. He considered saying 'Faith' but it would have been a weak answer. 'I worked in Argentina for some time. Managing the trading in the river port in Rosario and the coastal port in Buenos Aires'. It was the truth, albeit cropped to include the less taxing past. 'It got boring after a while. So I came here'. Again truth, this time solely, he'd been working the same way for what seemed like years.


'My name is Angel' he said, casting his gaze to the borders. Leaving out his last names seemed right, when in the company of pack members, strange as they may be. It was turning out to be a dreary day so far. There was very little warmth in the air, even as the sun rose. Cool winds blew around him, though it wasn't as if he couldn't handle it, given his domestic heritage. As insignificant as it was within him it gave him thicker fur and therefore a higher tolerance to the cold. It was truly a blessing, especially in these harsh climates.


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