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Cerberus Antum · 02-14-2012, 10:38 PM

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Word Count → 285 :: Back-dated to Feb. 10th, Drifter Bay.

As much as Cerberus enjoyed the forest, it was nice to finally step out of it and into open territory. He could smell salt water somewhere nearby, confirming his suspicion that he was approaching the bay. With a belly full of various rodents and a nap looming in the crevices of his body, Cerberus staggered forward toward the familiar land he’d passed through when he first arrived in Nova Scotia. So many memories came flooding back then, along with a decent-sized handful of heartache. He missed his brother dearly, and even on occasion his parents. Though he would forever hold a grudge against them, he still wondered if leaving home was the best decision. He could be curled up in front of the fire right now, nibbling on REAL food and lazing the day away. But that was the easy life. That was the life void of true freedom and adventure.

A nagging pain welled up in Ceri’s side as a result of immediately trekking on after dinner, and he had to stop to rest for a moment to relieve himself of the nuisance. Settling down on the crunchy grass, Cerberus gazed up at the darkening sky and inhaled deeply. He’d liked it here best; he remembered the inward debate he’d struggled through when he passed the mountains, wondering if he should just stop and dig up a den right then and there. So it made him smile, in a way, to find himself back here again. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was the result of finally giving in to his previously squelched temptation. Either way, he took this opportunity to kick back and spend as much time on the bay as possible.

Helotes Lykoi · 02-14-2012, 11:00 PM

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Word Count :: 314 OOC

It had been boredom and the desire to be truly alone and unburdened by his rank that had driven the dusty coyote to leave his pack lands after many a month. He had ridden out early in the morning on his trustful steed, whom he was just beginning to understand more clearly. Full sentences were now easily given and received, though the diction and content might at times be questionable. Still, her equestrian presence was a welcome one, for she did not judge him as another canine might, and she trusted him fully.

They did not stray too far from Inferni, but the trek was interesting nonetheless, first they had skirted the area between Inferni and Ichika no Ho-en before turning south again to the ocean. It was there that they now strayed, the sun beginning to wane in its journey in the sky. Helotes thanked God for the mild nature of the weather, the snow finally beginning to creep away from all places save the high ones. It meant spring would soon come, and with it, a renewing of things. It was something he desperately need it seemed.

As they trotted along, Helotes smelled someone upon the wind. It was not the first time today he had noticed a scent, but now with the evening fast approaching and their inevitable journey back home, Helotes decided perhaps it would be nice to interact with someone new. It did not take long to find the source, a male coyote hybrid, who was resting amongst the grasses. Helotes approached slowly, not sensing any threat, Hola! He called out, not sure why he had done so in his native tongue. He dismounted Yegua who looked at him with those big, brown eyes, "You go to make a friend?" she muttered in that harsh horse language of hers. Helotes gave her a lopsided smirk, Maybe… He muttered back.

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Cerberus Antum · 02-14-2012, 11:38 PM

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Word Count → 354 :: OOC

Silence surrounded the hybrid until he stirred with a snort and caught the scent of a new arrival: there was a horse nearby. Ceri’s father had owned a horse when he and his brother were merely pups, and he’d always bugged Teilo to let him ride it. But the timber wolf was painfully protective of Cerberus, and thus perfected a painless rejection to deliver after each request. Many a night had been spent waiting for his parents to fall asleep before sneaking off to the stables, only to eventually fall asleep as well beside his father’s horse and wake in his bed once again. He envied those who rode horses, and needless to say he wished for one of his own. But, unfortunately, he was too lazy to catch one. Turning his head, Cerberus spotted the horse and its rider just as the canine called out something he didn’t quite understand. Once the coyote neared him, Cerberus stretched his snout forward with a quick sniff and then looked the man up and down. ”Bless you?” he said, unsure of exactly how to respond. He wasn’t keen on many languages, and those he did know only provided him with a few foreign words used to impress the ladies. Suddenly Cerberus felt panic creep into his throat as he wondered if he’d have to play charades with a canine who barely spoke English.

But, what was that? Had he actually spoken to his horse? Cerberus HAD caught the muttered word in a tongue he obviously knew well, and this permitted his typical coy smile to spread across his pale lips. Rising to his feet, Cerberus dusted himself off before extending a hand to the male. He sported the most exotic-looking pelt, one that obtained colors he’d scarcely seen before. His own fur literally paled in comparison to the coyote, and Ceri almost felt as if he needed to cover himself up. Quickly surpassing his embarrassment – or perhaps envy – Cerberus flicked his tail curiously behind him, stealing a glance at the horse once more before offering, ”The name’s Cerberus. I haven’t trespassed on your land have I?”

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