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Angel had taken the long trek from Inferni to the Ethereal Eclipse. And now he sat at the edge of a large lake. Of course his fishing skills had come in good use. The lake held a plethora of fish and Angel had managed to catch two fish. Though what species they were escaped him, all he knew was that they were not toxic and that was good enough for him. He was a simplistic man, preferring simplicity amongst all the complexity in the world. There was too much hassle for his liking. Like most people would not feed from old, or none choice meat, Angel wasn't fussy with his food. He'd truly eat anything.
Angel caste the meatless caresses into the water and leant back casually. It was a beautiful sight, especially with all the snow around. Still it was little compared the shores of Barcelona. But he'd put that behind him. Then Ana arrived and screwed things up. Yet he did love his dear sister. It was just that her being here, with him, brought up bad memories. Ana's arrival was somewhat bitter sweet.
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forward date to the 2nd Dec? 
Over hills, forests and sad she roamed searching for somewhere that she could call home. The fiasco that had happened back in AniWaya was bitter on her tongue and acid in her stomach. Her new home, supposed to be her fresh start and she had ruined it already. The memory of the leader woman screaming at her was torture that twisted her insides up into knots until she felt the need to relieve herself of the things she had eater prior or throw herself from a cliff. Thankfully she did neither of these things, the latter being quite life ending.
Where was she? She didn't know. Didn't care. All she wanted was to go away. She was unfeeling, unable to give a fuck that she was walking straight towards Anathema and most likely towards her own death. Wouldn't the grey wolf Matteo had thrown over for her be pleased to see her wretched face. The girl was thinning out again from lack of food and dizziness was a common side effect that plagued her, forcing her to stumble often and need to use the trees around her as supports. The presentation of a lake to her eyes would have been a happy one if she could have dragged up any energy to feel such.
The ivory fae dropped to her knees besides the water lazily brushing the shore and took a long drink of the cooling water, oblivious to the dark colored man nearby.
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He himself had barely noticed the snowy female wolf that gilded down beside him, well some few metres away at least. For a moment he considered that she may have been an apparition, or a hallucination. The latter was most improbably to him, as he had not drunken, smoke or ingested anything mid altering recently, (this however was partly a lie, as he was secretly downing a bottle of wine in his lesser moments. He had been careful to hide this from Ana though.) so being a strong believer in what most called 'superstitious nonsense', 'made up rubbish' and other derogatory comments. Either way, her sudden appearance (which could add to the possible situations above; Angel was simply not paying attention), was odd and her snowy appearance gave her an unearthly glow, again this may have simply been the light.
Angel twisted his head towards the paper white female, his opened his mouth but close it again, reconsidering his words for a second. She didn't seem to be all too well, so perhaps 'How are you?' would seem inconsiderate and a little odd seeing as the pair had never met. 'Hola...' was the greeting he settled on, the words filtered out from the Catalan mercenary's maw easily, yet with a hint of flatness to it. Said without care, was perhaps a fitting comment. Though rarely did his words ever portray any emotion.
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hurg, fail post
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She jumped and spun around on her knees as a foreign voice came from behind her, there was a wild look in her eyes that spoke of too much time alone and not enough food, almost feral in its appearance. At first she considered baring her teeth and trying to scare him off but knowing her horrific luck he would probably just attack her and tear her apart. She eyed him warily unsure as to the motives that might drive him. Her posture was defensive with a slight hint of submission, her body remembered well what her mind did also, in cases like that it was easier to submit and live to see another day than fight and lose your life in a pointless fight.
He seemed possibly curious about her as well, her delicate taping muzzle turned through the air as a black nose twitched, trying to draw his scent nearer to herself so that she may identify him status, his age and all the important things a canine needed to know. She was incredibly cautious as she moved forwards towards him just an inch or too, her voice wary as she replied to his foreign words, he knew the meaning of 'Hola' at least,
"Hello... I'm Gemma." She was tense and her ears were flatter than they normally would be, brushing against the crown of her head slightly.
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'Angel' he replied with a polite dip of his head. Her words had been simple, yet submissive. Her ears were held low, brushing against the crown of her head. She, Gemma, hadn't offered offered a surname, so neither did the Spaniard. It was the rules of the game he played, alongside others of course. He enjoyed letting others pace the conversation themselves, Angel, as said many times before, enjoyed simplicity in life. If they offered a full name, he would also, if they offered only their personal name 'Angel' it was.
A few minutes of silence follow, Angel turned back to gazing at the lake. Various things ran through his mind, the gears turned constantly. After a while the silence between the two became irritating, and so Angel spoke. He was careful to weight up his words, making sure they weren't sudden and out of place. 'What brings you here, senyoreta?' the addition of the flavourful language wasn't uncommon when speaking with the male, such foreign words were often added to the more common language in these parts. While it held it's similarities with Spanish it was still it's own unique language. And for Angel it held even more culture, history and passion in it than it's mother language could ever wish for.
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