New year hope.
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oh god, fail

There was no greater or more humbling sound than that of his son's laughter. The Austral man laughed with him as he swung the young boy up into the air, the pup screamed with joy as he was airborne for several seconds before being caught again by his loving father. The chocolate brown pup squealed and squirmed around in his arms and he felt paternal love and pride swell in his heart. Besides him Analise grinned happily at her younger brother, Dymtr had been left with Io, the small black boy was sleeping but his half sibling had been wide awake. She took the young child from their shared father and bounced him up and down in her arms. The large scar that started on her face and traveled down and around to her spine glinted almost viciously in the evening light,

"Alejandro, Alejandro." The boy wriggled and licked at her face, unconcerned of the horrific line that marred her beauty. The child that resembled him with her violet eyes smiled down at her sibling.
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Despite the snow that covered the ground in spots, the sun was out and had warmed the air enough that Ibycus decided that he could jump into a stream and clean off weeks of dust and dirt that he had picked up during his travels. A jump into a pool that the stream had formed and some brisk scrubbing all over got the pesky dirt out of his fur making the white bits nice and bright white once again.


The ice cold water was brisk and he did not linger long in the water. After exiting from his bath, Ibycus quickly made his dripping way to a grassy spot that was in the sun. With a good and long shaking out most of the water from his fur, he settled down in the sun to finish drying.

His ears perked up as he suddenly came out of the doze that the warm sun had put him in while drying his fur. It was a scream that had bounced around the trees and had woken him up. But it was a scream of joy that he had heard and as he listened, there was laughter too. Ibycus got up and smoothed his fur down as best as he could and collected his bag and went to investigate. It was not long until he came upon a small group, Saluto he greeted them with a bit of a smile on his muzzle.

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Analise was first to spot the incoming male and she clutched her younger brother tighter, the war was still fresh in her mind and the scar along her body ached in a most painful way, despite its shallowness it had plunged into several pain receptors and at times spas-med with fake messages of phantom pain. Violet eyes stared out ferociously as the dog looking man came closer. Both of them were taller than him, Analise by half a foot and León by an entire foot plus the whole look of him was that of a traveler. Was this fellow kind to the gypsy family perhaps? Surprise flickered through both of them when it was a language both of them knew well that came from his lips,

"Saluto."

"Ciao." A faint whisper of a smile settled itself on León's lips, here was fellow kin from the shores of Europe, from Italy. Where his beloved was from, where half of Analise's blood line came from.

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"Qual è il tuo nome, amico? Da dove viene?"[/html] He addressed the man in the language that was almost as familiar to him as the Spanish we we raised knowing.

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With the greeting that was given back being uttered in his native Italian, Ibycus was brought up short with some surprise showing in his eyes. He had always figured that there would be others that knew Italian, but he had thought it would be a long while before he would come across someone that could speak the language of his native lands. Ibycus glanced at the female and could see some nervousness in her eyes He could understand her predicament, a stranger suddenly approaching out of the shadows of the trees. They would have no idea if he was friend or foe and he stayed where he was, hopefully not to close to cause to much alarm.


A smile formed on his muzzle and his ears perked forward as much as they would go given their floppiness. Signore Amico, Il mio nome è Ibycus He replied with a wag in his tail. Sono da Bolzano he continued with answering the queries hoping that it would help them decide that he was not a foe and put them at ease.

It had been since he had left his homeland months ago that he had actually had a conversation with someone in Italian and it was refreshing to do so now. and with his curiosity in full force now,Quale parte d'Italia si è da? He asked.


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The surprise of them was echoed on the man, soon revealed to be Ibycus', face. It seemed they were all as shocked as each other that they had managed to find their roots so close in this land of Americans and other assorted cultures. The Austral man had heard of Bolzano, had even traveled through the area in his wanderings, they could have almost met and never known it, funny that they should now meet up so far away from that place,

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"Sono stato al posto di parlare, ma io non sono italiano, io sono spagnolo. León Austral."[/html] The stranger revealed himself as Ibycus and the suspicions of the Austral pair seemed to dampen even more.

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"Analise Kailypso Da"lykina Austral, mia madre era italiana"[/html] Jandro wriggled in her grasp and Analise put him down on the floor, he ran up to the stranger and sniffed his feet with his tail wagging excitedly, Analise nodded towards him and spoke,

"Alejandro." At his name the child looked up for the fewest of seconds before returning to his assesment of this new play toy.



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