finding fire

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-01-2012, 09:24 AM

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his sister is present too~

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Angel had brought his daggers with him on his trip past the Infernian borders that he had pledged his life to. It was a frequent habit for him to arm himself outside of his pack lands, for he had less to fear inside. Granted there were many in the clan that he may have granted with slightly, but as they were comrades, serving much the same purpose as he did. Right now he was focussed on ascend the warrior ranks, while Ana may have been content to stay a Tirones, he wasn't. In fact, his attitude to gaining a promotion was so (secretly) fierce that Ana had labelled him power hungry. Perhaps this was true, he'd attained many a high ranking titles in his life. He'd been in charge of shipping in two large docks back in Argentina, the coastal port in Buenos Aires and then the river port up in Rosario. And he'd been a powerful mercenary too, not only given the toughest jobs, but charged with training his 'underlings'.

'Slow down' Ana chimed up suddenly. Stopping and pausing, Angel found his sister trailing be some ways. He waited until she had caught up and carried onwards, 'Why aren't we riding?' she asked, thinking back to Azul back in Inferni. 'Because' he stated firmly, 'You've broken your wrist. It's safer to walk'. Ana scoffed, but said nothing. Bringing up the fact they could have ridden together wouldn't have helped,it was one of the things Angel detested. Her armed had now been properly taken care of a few days ago, something Angel, more than Ana, was pleased about. The coyote girl hadn't seemed too bothered about it, though as usual it was up to her elder brother to worry about her. She'd never had much of a regard for her own health and safety after all.

Matteo Trovato · 01-01-2012, 12:19 PM

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#451 :: Horsey is derpy hooves in disguise.

He probably should've taken the Court Man's visit as a sign not to leave. He probably should've gone to Halifax like he'd planned. He probably should never have done the things he'd done to get on Ezekiel's good side.

But thinking of it would mean regretting it, and a Trovato never had regrets. Ever. He knew what his father and mother had been, people of great standing and high power. He knew what he and his brother were expected to be, as the young princes to a mighty throne. He couldn't think about it now. Yet again, his medicine career was taking a back seat to his life as a spy.

Except, this time, he had useless information. This time, he was hoping for a job, a task, to keep him busy, more than anything. He needed to remember his priorities. The stand-in leader of AniWaya was no powerful queen or matriach. Ezekiel held more power, more strength, which meant Matteo instinctively thrived to match him... or to at least grow to be trusted by the coyote.

So he'd steered Jericho away from the fenced borders of AniWaya and headed North. Anyone who'd been talking to him before would suspect him to be riding to Halifax for provisions. The truth was, half way there, he veered towards the Fire Clan, eyes gleaming with a darker light, something familiar to him now.

As he approached the borders, he slowed Jericho into a steady walk, stopping before they crossed over. He didn't want to cross, he didn't want to howl. Bitterly, he remembered the treatment he'd gotten from Zana and Vesper, a stark contrast to the welcome he'd received from Omni. It was at this series of contrasting memories that Matteo dismounted and, in a moment of hesitation, started walking the line of the borders, almost hoping to be noticed and questioned. At least he wouldn't have to howl this way, and chances were that Zana and Vesper wouldn't be patrolling... right? Right.

Voices in the distance came to his attention, long ears perking upright to listen. He stopped walking and looked out into the surrounding area, hoping to catch the speakers. In the far distance, too far for Matteo to see in detail, two figures, one smaller than the other, both in their optime forms... and one seemed injured. Cautiously, Teo turned to head the other way, leading Jericho by her reigns and taking very careful steps. His horse wasn't as quiet and upon sensing his discomfort, she whickered a touch loudly, planting her feet down stubbornly... and refusing to move. "Jericho, you brat!" He hissed at her crossly, though quietly. It made no difference. They'd probably heard her by now, anyway.

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 01-05-2012, 02:10 PM

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OOC here.

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The strangers sudden appearance did not startle Angel, but with his sister, and clan's, safety in the forefront of his mind, he was understandably paranoid, more so with Ana here. Pushing her backwards slowly with a swift nudge of his arm, he stopped her walking forward and stood still, statue still, for a second while he though what to do. Angel advance forward, flicking his ears backward to make sure Ana was not following before pacing over the stand a few lengths from the male. 'You have business here?' he stated, for he could see no other reason for this snowy hybrid to be near the borders. Ana approached silently behind him, a rare feat for anyone due to Angel's sensitive ears.

'Maybe you should approached people with more respect' she noted, her voice irritatingly know it all. Angel twisted his head around, pausing to give the stranger a quick stare. 'Maybe you should hush and remember who is ranked above you' he quipped back. He turned back, but his ears flicker back to something that sounded akin to, ''just about everyone here...' It was mumbled angrily, and so he knew he'd won. ''what is you're business here?' he questioned.

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