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Hadley had woke up under the bed, shaking violently. He'd dreamed that Selene had been attacked, a vicious beast hurting her again and again, while he couldn't do anything to help her. Wondering if she'd come in after he'd fallen asleep Hadley twisted his head up, looking at the bed. It was tidied up quite nicely, the bottles quietly disposed of and the bed made tidy and comforting. There was no sign of the tiny female though. She'd gone off on some task, not telling him what it was. Not that she had to. He was just a slave. Selene could do whatever she wanted. It wasn't his place to stop her. That didn't stop him from wishing he had found out where she was going though. Ducking his head he rubbed at his ears, trying to block out the very non slave-like thoughts that plagued him. Hadley didn't want to get punished.
There was a cure, luckily. Hard work, and lots of it. Nervously he pushed the door open, looking around. There was no one out there to stop him. Quietly he stepped through the hall, trying not to draw attention. Heading out he looked around the fort. He didn't feel there was anything particular to do in the court house, but the houses were rather saggy. Maybe he could help fix them up. Hadley didn't have any tools, but he could clear away the rotting wood and the like. Reaching a house that looked fairly untouched, Hadley stepped towards it. There was the faint scent of canines, but very old. No one had been there for at least a month. Relieved that there wouldn't be anyone there to watch him Hadley stepped in. Entering what looked like a kitchen Hadley started tapping on the wood, tearing out where it had rotted away.
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Tony had removed himself from his room early in the morning, stiff joints from smithing through most of the previous day had backfired on him and proven a nagging source of pain. Yet still he emerged slowly and steadily from the room he'd claimed as his bedroom into the bright morning sun, only to wish it would stop shining in through the windows so fiercely. The white carpeting of snow was starting to recede slightly, but Tony was not in doubt that it would fall again by time the weather heated up enough to see it gone till next winter. The blacksmith boy rolled his shoulders tightly, working through the pain as he eased his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, looking up jsut in time to see Hadley.
He didn't know much about this man, but scars and wounds littering his body gestured to a past that Hadley would not want to share, and that Tony wasn't particularly sure he wanted to know. In fact, besides from what he assumed, Tony didn't actually know all that much about the man before him. Deciding to speak up, Tony moved to greet him. 'Hey, Hadley' Tony called, raising his hand in an awkward wave.
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A voice behind him had the hybrid jumping. His heart pounded as he realized he wasn't alone in the broken down house. Maybe someone had claimed it. Hadley's sense of smell wasn't the sharpest, a rather large handicap for a canine. A rotted piece of wood was dropped as he froze up. He stood that way for a good few seconds before turning around, ears pinned to his head and tail squeezed between his legs. A young male stood there, rather muscular.
It was a pack member, but Hadley was still very nervous. He hadn't met this one before, though apparently the male had heard of him. He nodded his head in greeting. Awkwardly he looked around, wondering what he should do. Sorry. He wasn't sure if he should leave or not now. Staring at his feet Hadley wished that the stranger had said something more, told him if the house was occupied or not.
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Tony shook his head and moved forward, 'No need t' be sorry, man. You din' do anythin' after all, eh?' Although Tony knew this man's name, he doubted that the man knew his name. After all, Tony usually found out by snooping and asking around. As his Father was the Sole, he assumed that the pack was his business too and was always looking to find out about the pack members and their comings and goings. Tony was a nosy boy sometimes, but it was simply his quest for knowledge coupled with his healthy arrogance that made him think he needed to know everything. It was kind of good and kind of bad at the same time. At least he was keeping his mind of family affairs and one something useful.
He held his had out to the scarred man and smiled, 'I'm Tony. Jazper's ma Dad'. This was a common introduction for him to make to new pack members, because after all, he thought that that would make some kind of difference in how people would treat him. Perhaps striking fear if needed and bringing respect . Tony had strange ways and morals anyway. But one thing would always stay the same, his strong morals and the ability to see between good and bad.
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The dark male moved closer, causing Hadley to flinch. He'd come into this place without permission, after all. Hadley really shouldn't be going anywhere without permission. That was how his life was. Everything about him was controlled by another canine. Well, not everything. There were certain things he could choose, like where he slept, and how. Amy had enjoyed breaking him of the illusion that he had that choice, only to grant it back to him, as she found it too bothersome to deal with every night. The fact that it was his choice wasn't something he'd ever take for granted now. The wolf addressing him said there was no need for the apology, relaxing him a little, though he remained super submissive. He didn't want to do anything wrong.
The male stuck out his hand, introducing himself as Tony. The name Jazper meant nothing to the scarred hybrid, having only met one leader, with that single encounter enough to make sure he respected all the members. Hadley didn't want to do anything that could lead to her getting mad. He looked at the outstretched hand uncertainly. With a female he would have kissed it. With a guy, things were a lot less certain. Should he kiss the hand as well? Or was something else expected? Gingerly he reached out, touching the hand lightly before withdrawing, a puzzling look in his eyes.
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Tony laughed at the strange gesture. He didn't mean to of course. He meant to smile and grit his teeth tightly. But a snigger tumbled out nevertheless, then an almighty chuckled from the large blacksmith follow. Recollecting himself swiftly, he shook his head at himself and sighed, 'Sorry...' he said with a gentle smile. He waited and then frowned slightly, 'What's up? You wired up wrong or summin'?' Tony couldn't understand his odd behaviour, and if this was the short of person his dad was letting in. Well, he'd have to do something about that. Even though it wasn't his pack, he keep it's interest close to his heart.
'So what you out here for?' he asked casually, Tony wasn't out here for anything in particular, but if this guy Hadley needed help with something he'd be happy to help. That's what pack mates were for after all. And that's how promotions were gained. Tony rolled his shoulders absently, her strap that held the sword to his back wiggled slightly, the weapon moved too, nudging Tony's head as he loosened his shoulders.
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Hadley flinched at the laughter. He must have done something wrong. His ears flattened to his head as he tried to make himself smaller, afraid of how Tony would react. He was so fierce, confident in everything he did. Hadley wondered if there was any way for him to return to his room without causing too much trouble. Leaving there had definitely been a mistake. The male before him apologized gently, and Hadley cautiously nodded his head. He wasn't too sure what the apology was over, since he didn't view himself as anyone deserving apologies, but it was best to just agree than to ask why and end up with another scar on his body.
Hadley looked at Tony, confused as he was asked if he was wired wrong. Can work. F-follow orders quickly. The hybrid could do what was needed in order for him to not be killed due to being considered useless. He would do whatever the male asked of him to prove that he wasn't useless, someone to get rid of. The question of why he was out there had Hadley ducking his head, unsure of what to say. After all, he hadn't been asked to do anything. Clear rotten wood. His voice was apologetic, asking for forgiveness for doing something without being asked.
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