carry on my wayward son

Anatole Aston · 03-03-2012, 07:39 PM

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This takes place around 6pm; he's here to tell the pack about Hadley, though if you guys don't mind putting him up for the night that would be cool. :>

He had left AniWaya in the early hours of the morning, and traveled at a steady pace. While taking a horse might have saved him some energy, Anatole did not intend to push the pregnant mare too hard. It served his role as a scout better to go on four legs as well, for this enabled him to find subtle markers and trails that would better identify the route. Some places he recalled, but after four hours he was far enough north to be without clear markers. Still, he had a destination in mind and while the landscape was somewhat unknown, his general direction was clear.

It was nearly dark by the time he found their borders. The scent perforated the area, a salty-thing mingled with wood and horse. He snorted at it, slowed to a half, and peered ahead. Buildings loomed in the distance, but he had little concern for the human-made place. Settling back onto his haunches the dark wolf tilted his head back and let out a howl, requesting attention from a member. Though his tone was note urgent, it was sharper than one of simple friendly greeting.

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 03-03-2012, 09:17 PM

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OOC Of course he can stay the night! You can assume he stayed in the Courthouse. / +500

The sole stared at the white stallion who lazily wandered around by the gates of Fort Kingsbury. Jazper had instructed Wayne to prepare the horse for riding. Although he knew most luperci preferred to ride the beasts bear back, with no reins, the Knight was still a beginner in this game and so the Lab mix had set the stallion up with the reins and saddle. It was Jazper’s guess that Wayne just was happy to see him express a want to ride the thing. He had finally come up with a name for the beast, Vito. It was a word he had read in some of his books but had never quite understood. Still, the name had a good ring to it and when said properly seemed almost Italian.

With caution the warrior mounted the large steed. He was use to being high up but what bothered him was depending on another animal to move around for him. Remembering what they cowboy had told him Jazper gave a gentle kick and Vito began to walk obediently. It would take him some time to get to the boarders but if Casa was to house so many horses the Knight believed it was his duty to at least try and accept the fact and get to know the horse his son had gifted to him.

A call rang through the woods, a male. Large coal ears flickered and he gave a harder kick of his heels, pulling the reins in the direction of the call. The call had been strange, neither bidding a member with haste nor being relaxed. The large animal began to trot, nickering happily while his master clung to the horn between his legs awkwardly. The scent now strong the midnight leader pulled on the reins Woah boy. The words seemed foreign on his tongue but the splotched horse slowed to a halt allowing Jazper to slide from his back.

From his stop it only took a short minute for the Sole to reach the caller. Instantly he recognized the scent as that of Anyiwaya and a smile graced his muzzle. The new chief had accepted his gift of peace eagerly and allowed him to stay the night. It was a found memory he had of their land and he vividly remembered watching the fire keeper’s dance around the flames. Looking down at the brown hued wolf he relaxed his body language but kept his air of confidence and authority, Welcome to Casa di Cavalieri Aniwayan. I am Jazper Rhiannon-Knight, the alpha male. What brings you here so late in the day? The sun was already preparing to set, though the Knight knew the traveler would have had to leave his pack early to arrive at such a time.
Behind him he could hear the hoof steps of Vito but he ignored the presence of the horse with ease.

Anatole Aston · 03-04-2012, 01:37 PM

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He has a slight kinda-French accent since he's one of those Canadians.

While he panted to cool his body, Anatole was a man in shape and did not take long to regain his breath. The journey had been a long one, certainly, but he was a true wolf after all the wolves that had come before him. His size was the only change, but it was based upon parents who had grown large with wisdom and skill. He closed his mouth at the sight of an approaching horse, ears rising as he lifted his head to look upon the rider. A massive man, dark but wearing odd looking clothing, neared his position.

Anatole dipped his head as a sign of respect to the alpha, but lifted it quickly. While he did not look the man directly in his eyes, he did not shy away from his face. It was not disrespectful, but he knew from his position it would be hard for him to be understood from so low on the ground. Instinct would now allow him to shift forms before the man, but he wished he had so as to make conversation easier. “I apologize for the hour,” he began, though he had truly made a fair time in coming so far. “My name is Anatole Aston, and I serve as a scout within the Tribe. I came to tell you that one of your members has found his way to our home; a man named Hadley. I suspect you may wish for his return,” the wolf added, unsure of if they knew of the absentee member.

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