Meeting under Moonlight

Ezequiel Isoko · 03-01-2012, 04:22 PM

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You'll have to ask Lullaby as to the specifics of why Anita is wearing costume wings >.> /+660

Scraps and flakes of concrete crumbled as Ezequiel hauled himself up the side of the human building. Age and decay had left the previously smooth side cracked and broken, leaving a multitude of handholds for the agile Jackal-Dog to make use of as he scrambled up the building like a spider.

There wasn't any particular reason why was hanging on for dear life to the side of some old, tall human building; boredom maybe, or perhaps simply for enjoyment. Part of the core reason was simply because he could. Ezequiel loved the sense of freedom climbing gave him, relished the feeling of being so high up in the air after living so much of his early life inside a cave.

Scaling the lip of the roof Ezequiel straightened up, gazing upwards to the moon, which hung large and bright above a cloudless sky. Being up this high gave Ezequiel a great view of the large object but he didn’t stay still for long, the chilly night air driving him to keep moving and while being useful for holding things, the bulky cargo shorts he wore kept little more than his upper legs warm. The buildings here were placed fairly close together and powerful legs propelled the small hybrid easily across the gaps as he took off at a run, slowing only when a particularly large downwards drop forced him into a roll to spread the force.

All in all it was a rather enjoyable night that was disturbed when a panicked howl cut through the air, causing Ezequiel to stop stock still as his ears tilted towards the sound, hesitating for a moment before he bolted towards it.

Anita was having a much worse night than her brother. The night was doomed to be less than stellar the moment Ezequiel had took to the rooftops; the timid collie wasn't used to the new terrain enough to feel comfortable wandering around alone but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to ask him to stay behind, knowing as she did how much he enjoyed exploring old human settlements and how long it had been since he'd had the chance.

So Anita had squared her courage and set out to try and make something useful of the night, figuring that moving around a strange city wouldn't be any more intimidating than staying in one place.

It was a cold night and Anita had wrapped up as much as she ever did, little as much help this gave her. The tank top and skirt she wore, both a matching dark blue, were perfectly fine clothing for a hotter climate such as the one she had grown up in but fell rather short of keeping her warm in the Nove Scotian night. Even the costume butterfly wings she was fond of wearing were present n her back, glittering in the moonlight as they utterly and completely failed to provide any warmth at all.

Still, Anita thought while looking over her shoulder at said wings, they were pleasant to look at. The movement of looking at them brought something else into her line of sight, a green object just glinting into view in some reflected night.

Curiously Anita walked over, peering into the odd looking hole in the wall that housed the source of the glint, revealed to be some sort of green gem as she got closer. Anita examined the hole closely but it didn’t look particularly dangerous and any scent about the hole was stale and faint so, hesitantly, she reached in.

Anita knew that she was in trouble as soon as her hand closed against the gem and she tried to pull back. Part of the hole had given way inwards as she reached up but refused to fold back out, trapping her arm in the hole. In her panic Anita completely missed the puzzle sentence above the hole and instead reared her head back, calling out into the night for Ezequiel.

Amy Sunders · 03-01-2012, 10:12 PM

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Amy had made her way back to Halifax, ready to recollect her supplies and start trading again. The rage she'd felt during her labor had proved that she'd been right to put the delicate supplies in storage, blocked off from where others could reach it. She had found several traps in Halifax the last time she'd been here, and not wanting her stuff to be taken Amy had set up her own more deadly traps around it, including a knife set to plunge through the back of any canine foolish enough to try and reach her stuff, hidden in the top floor of a hotel with broken glass and missing steps all prepared to discourage visitors.

She hadn't even reached there, the satchel of puppies bumping gently against her body, when an anguished cry pierced the night. Curious to see what was causing that, and see if she could help make more of it, Amy moved towards the sound. Luckily the pups were asleep at the moment, having drunk their fill of her milk. Which, she sternly reminded herself, they wouldn't be getting anymore of. She was going straight to Inferni, and then she'd be off to kill them. Reaching the section Amy stared in bewilderment as the slave girl she'd seen before stood, her hand seemingly swallowed by the wall. Realizing it was one of those traps set up around the city Amy sighed. Someone must have been working on catching canines to turn into slaves. This one already had an owner though. Amy stepped forwards, examining the trap. The pictures at the top were quite foolish, as was the question. Snorting she pushed on the coyote and stepped back.

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Ezequiel Isoko · 03-02-2012, 07:02 PM

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Anita gave a squeak at the unexpected presence behind her, only just recognising the blonde furred dog that they had traded with at the festival some time earlier. The dog wasted little time freeing Anita from the trap and once free Anita backed off slightly, her hands clasped together in a nervous gesture. "Th-thank you." she stuttered shyly. Like Ezequiel, Anita hadn’t had much socialisation and was awkward around others. But where her brother responded to this awkwardness with churlishness Anita was rather timid in her dealing with those she wasn't familiar with.

It wasn't long before the two were interrupted by the sudden presence of Ezequiel, dropping down from a low rooftop into a roll that left him crouched in a defensive position in-front of Anita, his bladed staff unsheathed and clutched in one hand, lips curled back in an snarl and a growl building deep in his throat. He too recognised the blonde figure of the trader but was more concerned at the moment with the call he had heard from his sister.

"Wha' the hell's goin' on? Annie, ye okay?" Ezequiel kept his eyes firmly on Amy, remembering the ease with which she had moved when she had gone for a sword in their last meeting and watching for any such movement, until Anita spoke up, more confident now that her brother was here, "There was some sort of trap in the wall, I couldn’t get free. Amy helped me out just before you got here Ezzie." The female's voice was quiet but clear and she offered Amy a shy smile as she finished.

Ezequiel relaxed at his sister's words, drawing out of the crouched posture and up into a relaxed position at his full height, staff held casually with the butt resting on the floor besides him. "Well, guess I owe ya a thanks then madame. Nice ta see you again, those furs ya traded us have been servin' us well. How've the past weeks been treatin' ya?" Rather unusually for him dealing with a stranger Ezequiel's Irish accent was fairly evident in his words here, something he usually suppressed unless he was being friendly. While Ezequiel typically had little time for strangers he could certainly share a few kind words with somebody who had just helped his sister out.

Amy Sunders · 03-02-2012, 07:35 PM

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The slave girl immediately exited Amy's attention as soon as she was set free. Amy was much more interested in finding the brother of the pair and talking to him about this. Specifically techniques to help keep slaves closer, and not wandering all over the place, prone to such things. As soon as the figure dropped from the sky Amy had her sword in her hand, just as defensive and fierce. She had something she needed to protect. Sensing the hostility the pups stirred in her satchel, whining quietly. Her hands moved to the bag, quickly shifting it so that it wouldn't be in the way if there was a fight.

She watched the exchange, not dropping her pose until the male did. Even then she backed up some, her hand dipping into the satchel to calm the panicked pups. They might be on death row, but until she was done with them they would be protected and cared for. At least that was the excuse she gave herself for the tender way she treated them. The weeks have been good. Trade has flourished. She didn't mention the pups, still on edge about being attacked. You need to keep a closer eye on your slave. Someone's set up traps all over the city for canines like her. Amy dipped her head slightly in indication of the female, but otherwise stood still.

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Ezequiel Isoko · 03-12-2012, 08:14 PM

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Ezequiel no te gutsa :O/+238

The world seemed to go silent for a moment, as though Ezequiel's ears refused to hear what had just been said to him, then like a rubber band snapping under strain Ezequiel's mind flooded with pure anger and he darted forward, right arm rising to his staff and teeth bared in anger.

Ezequiel was stopped unexpectedly when an arm shot out to grasp his shoulder tightly, soft voice wafting over his ears, " Ezekiel, calma síos." Anita's unexpected boldness couples with the surprise of her actually speaking Irish, something she didn’t tend to do, was enough to shock Ezequiel into stopping in his tracks, his rage slowly trickling away somewhat as Anita gripped his shoulder, her eyes firm.

Ezequiel's voice was still tight with anger when he spoke next, angry mismatched eyes drilling into Amy's own, "Anita. Is. Not. A. Slave. She is my sister, an anyone who decides that she'd make a good slave's gonna take a nap in the dirt." Ezequiel broke eye contact, glancing back at Anita who gave a small, comforting smile and nosed his ear. When he turned back to Amy he was somewhat calmer, "I'll give ya benefit o' tha' doubt this time aye Amy? Honest mistake that ya ain' gonna make again right?" There was an edge to his voice at the end of that statement, making it clear that it was more a demand that a question.

Amy Sunders · 03-13-2012, 10:37 AM

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Something set off the hybrid. Immediately Amy lifted her sword to meet the staff, eyes already seeing the way it would fall. Stepping forward to catch the blow Amy was surprised when the slave's voice cut through the air. Silently Amy watched the exchange between them. This timid creature, this slave, was suddenly standing on equal grounds with her brother. The angry words shot her way had no effect on the trader. Her ears raised in disbelief, still ready to fight if needed.

Amy grinned at the pointed question. You can't blame me for making such a mistake. There are those out there who use family as slaves. Something about them being unable to fight back due to blood ties. Her submissive behavior...she'll be a walking target for anyone who sees her. You don't want her mistaken as a slave? Teach her not to act like one. I'm not the only one who'll think so, and not everyone is above taking what isn't theirs. Amy indicated towards the trap behind them. The one who had made that would have taken Anita whether or not she truly was a slave belonging to Ezequiel. The way the sister was now, she would be too easy to break and mold. If the brother truly wanted to protect her, he'd have to teach Anita how to protect herself.

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