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for Jericho
Theodoric had been surprised to discover how close the sea was to his newly-discovered home. Both the surprise and the relief were an oddity, because before crossing the ocean, he had been content to remain indoors and diligently pursue his craft. For now though, the loom and the wool remained untouched, reserved for a day when the winds blew and the snow came down harshly. Today the thrill of being so far from anything familiar held him prisoner and it was quite beyond him to do anything but submit. Throwing a cloak around his shoulders to ward off the stiff breeze, the grayscale luperci left the ashen mountain in favor of the disgruntled waves and pressing sea air.
Less than inclined to run, Theo's walk took a greater part of the morning and the sun was high indeed by the time dirt finally gave way to sand below his biped paws. Usually at this time of year the sun was pale and dim, but today it shone brightly, overcoming the overcast glum had had prevailed the rest of the sevenday. Which was probably why the bay was a hubbub of activity, the seabirds calling raucously and the waves rolling in with vigor. Before he really realized he was doing so (and without a thought as to why), the jaded shadows wolf smiled and began to relax against the breezy ocean air.
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A good few generations of the Oriel family had lived in Bleeding Souls. And not one of them hadn’t fallen in love with the ocean. Jericho was no exception. She found that the ocean was a very fascinating sort. It was an entertaining host and kept the young female amused by its antics for a great while. True, it didn’t take much to occupy and impress the grey and brown coyote – but even still it was an impressive sight.
She had said goodbye to the fog of the Pack of White Supremacy and headed out early in the morning in search of the bay. Her parents spoke of the shore a great deal, setting her imagination on fire with the descriptions they told. She had imagined it often in her head, had dreams of it, but not even her healthy imagination could outdo reality. Jericho paced up and down a stretch of sand, eyes fixed on the ebbing tide. She delighted in the whooshing of the waves, the way the water nibbled away at the sand which was cold on her feet.
The gulls called out playfully at her, attempting to con her into giving them something to eat. She was in her wolfen form and therefore had nothing on her and told the birds so, but they heeded her not. That was okay because she sort of liked their calls anyway.
As she paced along the shore, she became aware of another’s presence – someone a little more interesting than gulls searching for a good meal. It was a werewolf, a good deal up the shore. Finding herself in the mood for conversation, Jericho abandoned her lovely tide and trotted off to meet with the gray figure. Hullo there! She called, hoping the other was in a chatty mood like herself.
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Thanks again for the table! It really is stunning. 
Theo was so caught up in the sights and sounds of the windswept beach that he hardly noticed the female's presence. Indeed, the grayscale male had just been testing the wind itself, letting the wind buffet against his cloak until he was forced to take a quick step backwards to retain his balance. At this point, he probably ought to make a witty comment, but not being much of a wiseacre he held his tongue. Jaded Shadow's new Betalpha still felt remarkably out-of-place away from his Scottish homeland; this new shyness smothered his usual ease with a strange, tongue-tied unease. It was as if he were afraid any simple action would bring the world down on his head.
He was not so completely awkward to remain entirely silent, and after a healthy pause blundered into what he considered normal conversation. "Er.. hullo!" The greeting contained a healthy dose of bravado, but his cheer was sincere enough. "Out enjoying the wind and the waves?" He didn't quite manage a full sentence, which was half a product of his state-of-mind and half an expression of his personality. Theodoric might be petrified of breaking some unwritten law in this strange new land, but otherwise, formality was a indistinct, foreign word.
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