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Set it the Ethereal Eclipse. 300+

The Consul had set out from her lands early in the morning, an inexplicable urge to be on her own suddenly having taken over her. She really had not strayed far from Crimson Dreams since returning from AniWaya after Ulilohi had been put in place as leader and the troublemakers had been sent back to their Great Tribe. The Italian had expected a full peace when she had finally come home, but of course even that comfort had been denied to her. Jazper had left to pursue his own ego and broken his family, her sister had left after a time as the pain had been too much for her to bear, and now even more members had now left the Dreaming lands to carve out their own lands. This continued disloyalty was a constant itch at the back of her mind and her understanding for such actions had run out. Flightiness was something the Marino would no longer abide.


This was not the only thing bothering her though as she slipped further and further into the dark confines of the Eclipse. Her thoughts returned again to the war and how ill prepared they had been for such an eventuality. It was true, Crimson Dreams was a peaceful place and Savina did not wish to change that...but still. Still, they could no longer ignore the threat that some packs may disrupt their happy equilibrium. She felt the burden of preparedness fell largely on her. Especially without a Centurio now, she would have to be the one to come up with strategies and defenses. She also needed to be able to defend herself better in her two-legged body. She was fierce enough on four legs using her teeth and claws, but she felt vulnerable on two legs. That could not be afforded any longer.


With an exhale the raven woman stopped and let her body slip effortlessly into the change, going from a quadruped into the more humanoid shape. A hand brushed wavy locks behind her shoulder as emerald eyes scanned the area. She knew that she needed someone to train her at a weapon, but the question was, who? A couple moons ago she would have gone to Jazper, but that door was closed now and she had no intentions of reopening it.

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OOC here.

Word Count → 000


Angel moved slowly through the trees. He didn't feel any need to rush his pace as he had no exact place to be. Ana had found herself an expert on the territory as of recently and knew how to follow Angel without him knowing what she was up to. But she wouldn't leave the coyote lands. No, she'd been instructed by Angel not to leave, because odds are if she did she'd screw herself up again. She was unhappy enough after her treatment, more because of what it entailed rather than Enkiel's service, which she was silently grateful of. Her brother couldn't decided whether he was pleased of not. In fact it seemed she complained more now than before. At least before she went out and kept herself busy. When he left he she had been busying herself with a chess book. The Spaniard had found the item in Halifax after ignoring her ceaseless questions revolving around would she teach her how to play. He had pointed out that he would need a board for that but as usual to her that didn't matter. Though she was a voracious reader and would be finished within a fortnight no doubt. He only praised the fact it had been a sizeable tome. Perhaps he could find a board by then however.


The Catalan hybrid had brought his knives, as he always did when travelling further away than was comfortable for him. And it was when he was inspecting the tight sewing on the leather blade wraps when his eyes fell on another being. A female, high ranking, alpha probably. 'Bon dia' he greeted softly, letting his ears drop gently. Respect was universal, whoever's pack you belonged to. This woman wore the dark pelt he himself sported, but his was thicker, a gift from his domestic heritage ancestors, whoever they were. He only knew a single fact about them. They were Pyrenean Mountain Dogs, shepards, work dogs of the humans who once owned his birthplace.


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The Marino would never have imagined herself as a warrior and until recently had never had the desire to be one. Recent events had taught her the value of such skills however. If she could not defend her pack, who would? That was not to say she hadn't done her part in the AniWayan conflict, but the tribespeople had held a certain advantage with their weapons and training. The Consul did not foresee any further violence breaking out between Crimson Dreams and their neighbors, but the AniWayans were not the only group in these lands that knew how to use human weapons. Savina had no intentions of being caught unprepared ever again.


Sounds of another approaching reached her ears and her eyes focused on the dark shape of a man coming into the same small clearing that she occupied. A moment of tension stiffened her body where she was not sure how the stranger would react to her, but she softened as he showed her respect. Honestly she hadn't expected such a display outside of her packlands. Certainly it was courteous to show outside leaders respect, but it was hardly something that the Italian looked for those she did not lead. "Good day to you as well," she said with a nod. The words he spoke were not her native tongue, but they were close enough that she could infer their meaning.


Emeralds caught the glint of the knife in his hand and one brow raised in curiosity. "Are you a warrior?" Could she have been so lucky as to stumble upon just the sort of help she was looking for?

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OOC here.

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A warrior. No, he wasn't a warrior. Perhaps in Inferni but by trade, 'I'm a mercenary by trade'. It was said in an un threatening way, like a harmless passing comment. It was a long time ago since his last job and he neither liked nor disliked it. He had something to protect after all, Inferni, his sister, his pack mates, the leaders he pledged allegiance to. For them he was a warrior. 'But here I suppose that is what you could title me' he added, giving the woman a slight smile. 'What is it you need?' he asked. Obviously she wanted something from him and as a gentleman if it was in his woman he'd help her as much as he could.



He'd nearly been a mercenary for half his life. Granted he'd always had super fighting skills, not to mention elite athleticism. Being a farm boy had given him lots to do, feeding sheep, cattle, horses, poultry. It wasn't work for a lazy man, at least not in the Pyrenean altitude either. A short spell a fisherman helped too, Angel supposed, it was tiresome work only made worse by the water.Either way he had his upbringing to that for his skills.


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A mercenary. It was not a word she was entirely familiar with, but she knew the general gist of what it meant. It didn't really matter what he called himself though, it was clear he knew how to fight and by the knife in his hand he was comfortable in the use of weapons. Fighting as a feral beast she could do, but weapons were foreign to her and that was the knowledge and skill she desired. "I wish to learn how to wield a weapon. My pack was recently involved in a war and I wish to learn how to better defend myself and my members." Her accented words were not spoken pleadingly—she was the Consul of her pack and begging was below her. It was simply the statement of a desire. If he were willing to help her fulfill that wish, then all the better.


It was a bit unfortunate that there was no one in Crimson Dreams that could train her, but then again perhaps it was for the best. As open a leader as she was, it was best to limit subordinate's exposure to her weak points. If she ever had to defend herself from a threat within the pack—though she prayed to the gods that never happened again—it would be best to have training other Dreamers weren't completely familiar with. Awkward as this may have been, Savina would do anything to protect her home and be prepared for the worst.

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ooc

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He listened to her words patiently, nodding as she spoke. He'd heard of the trouble AniWaya had caused, even if he had not been there to enjoy war again. Crystal blue orbs watched the woman, he could make a warrior out of her no problem. He assumed she was a level headed woman, one would have to be to lead a pack, and a fierce protector of her family. If she wasn't, why would she be here. 'Okay' he said, looking back up to the woman. The only problem was, what weapon did she wish to learn to use. Knives he could do, swords and any spear like weapon would need a little bit of imagination.


'Which weapon do you wish to learn proficiency with, senyoreta?' he asked, slipping the knives from his belt and holding them with a single hand. Behind him, his tail flicked lazily, as it usually did. The only way to tell that he was in fact reasonably content, as his face rarely showed anything past placidness. Perhaps if a spear like object was what this woman wished to use, it would be possible to bind the knifes to a branch and improvise as best they could.


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