The enemy is not me

León Austral · 02-19-2012, 10:05 AM

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Just outside of AT's borders/
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Patrol was absolutely the last thing upon his mind at the moment. But it was something that could not be avoided, he had an obligation to help make sure that the pack was safe as well. Every so often he would come across one of those crows that the Rakeeb had trained. The black colored birds would eye him warily as he passed them by and always did so unless he tossed them a chunk of meat to chew on. Those birds were like their trainer, prickly and abrasive and also with a cruel sense of humor. Those shiny beaks were sharp. He didn't blame them really for most members would patrol on the inside of the borders whilst he did the opposite, from the outside looking all the world like someone who was considering trespassing.

His mind wandered as it frequently did back to his daughter. Strike that, his daughters. It seemed fate had decided to throw another curve ball at him, the drunken tryst that he could barely remember with a woman who should have been too old to reproduce had created a child. One child from a litter of three was it? Still he had another child. He had yet to meet the girl and was sort of dreading it. How was Analise going to react to this? What would he tell Aeron. His lip curled as he berated himself, he would tell her the truth of course. Esmerelda was her birth name, a nice name he thought. She would be about 6 or 7 months old by now? Close enough to begin shifting, he wondered if she had managed it yet. A nearby crow let out a lonely sounding caw and the man was returned to himself. He shook his head and ran his hand through his lengthening black hair.

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Ezequiel Isoko · 02-26-2012, 03:51 PM

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For two canines Ezequiel and Anita could create a surprising amount of hustle and bustle when setting up camp. Anita was sat cross-legged in a small patch where the undergrowth and grass had been scraped away, hands moving rapidly between the fire she was kindling in-front of her and the supplies and food arrayed around her. Ezequiel was flitting rapidly around the camp, the swift jackal hybrid almost a blur as he rushed about, hanging up furs to dry and for shelter and setting up simple snare traps around the site they had chosen to sleep at.

The snare traps weren't necessarily simple but making them was a process that Ezequiel had done so often over the last year that his fingers automatically went through the motions and before he knew it a series of traps were strung around the campsite. Most of the traps were simple noisemakers but a few were rigged to drop medium sized rocks where the terrain had allowed him to hide said rocks.

His tasks done Ezequiel returned to the main camp where Anita was cooking some sort of stew out of the rabbits he had caught earlier and a number of herbs she had been picking as they walked. Ezequiel's nose was sharp but his inexperience with the herbs left him unable to identify anything but a hint of garlic from the smell, but nonetheless it smelled delicious. For a moment Ezequiel was tempted to just stay and eat but while the stew would do the pair for tonight it was also the last of their food and travelling in unknown territory with only a single hunter and no spare food was a dangerous venture.

Grumbling at the fact that he had to leave the delicious smelling stew, Ezequiel hunted much better on an empty stomach, Ezequiel stuck his head into the camp, calling over to Anita, "Ey Annie, I'm headin out ta bag us some food. Make sure there's some'a that left fer me aye?" Anita simply gave a distracted hum and Ezequiel laughed as he strolled away; when Anita got absorbed in a task if was often hard to draw her out of it again.

The tasty smell had put Ezequiel in a good mood and he was confident that his snare traps would at least startle a potential intruder and make them flee so, feeling secure for once in his sister's safety, Ezequiel melted away silently into the night.

León Austral · 03-16-2012, 09:31 PM

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In Character

It was the smell of cooking food that drew him in towards the campsite that was springing up close to their borders. Of course he didn't yet know it was a campsite but he had his suspicions. Not that there was anything wrong with them camping close to Anatheman borders, after all they owned the land within not the neutrals surrounding it but it could create awkward situations if things went missing, they would be the first suspected as unknown variables in the equation. The man prowled forwards, not really trying to conceal himself, for he was not sneaking up on them but merely approaching.

He followed his nose as the scent of delicious food got stronger. The black wet digit twitched and his stomach rumbled lowly reminding him that he hadn't eaten for a long while. He heard voices, one male and one female before the male one tailed away out of hearing, obviously he had moved away from the campsite. León narrowly avoided setting off one of the rock traps, sabed only by his keen eyesight that had spotted it at the last moment, he had leaped out of the way to avoid putting his foot wehre it had been falling thus avoiding setting it off. Unfortunately this propelled him straight into a noise trap which boomed in his ears, and making him start, a yell coming from his throat.

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