Over the Obstacles
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Date: May 3, 2012

Setting: Amherst

Time: Midafternoon

Character Form: Optime

Mood: Adventurous
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Amherst sprawled out in front of his armed black hide. Not an ideal place to claim for a pack. Not an ideal place for his pack. The idea was begging to settle in him and he was actually starting to like it. Issum. Superior. This word warmed his pride. He and his companion would make quite a leading pair together. All they had to do was find the place.

In a land where Jaden had enemies in the form of entire packs and simple troublesome loners they would need someplace defendable. The Alaskan knew X’yrin would detest to having her kin take shelter in human structures but, for an easily defendable place, the alien structures were wonderful. They offered protection from not only the elements but nearly all weapons he could think of. She was a little stubborn though and he didn’t want to push anything on his fellow leader she didn’t absolutely agree on. He quickly dismissed the idea but didn’t leave right then. Instead he began to explore. Human dwellings always had interesting and often useful things in them.

The obsidian leader-to-be jogged about the city energetically. Since re-fracturing his ribs he had taken things slow, careful, and boring. He loved to climb and his instinct to run pulled at him. His chest ached with still healing pain as his breath became labored but he didn’t stop. He began to become more and more adventurous in his explorations. Instead of using broken doors, he might leap through a missing window or fallen wall. Who need stairs when you could use a few odd metal buildings to jump up the side of a low building? He really began to enjoy himself looking less and less for places to explore and more for obstacles to overcome.

But he was still injured. Without his black coat on, he stayed within a reasonable heat range but his aching side wouldn’t relent. He pulled himself on top of a sound looking boxy delivery truck and used its height to leap onto the flat, gravel covered roof of a neighboring. The rocks crunched under his weight on impact. He pulled himself up, holding his sore ribs and checked to make sure the two daggers on his hips were still securely set in their sheaths. He then moved toward the end of the building’s roof and looked down on an overgrown dirt lot filled with tall grass and little trees. Easy breathing eluded him and he could feel the heat pushing off him in waves. On a good day, a few meter drop would be nothing to fret about. But in his condition and not knowing what might be concealed in the tall grasses had him second-guessing the jump. He stood at the building’s lip and continued to look down, trying to decide if this would be a good idea.



Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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less is by nat.

The ebony woman was not used to towns, living in the wilderness all her life. Even the ruins of Salsola were almost much too for her, she much preffered to hole up in a den somewhere or a natural built building. Sighing, the woman looked around the human town miserable, disliking the look of the old and worn buildings. Max quietly padded behind her, leading Valhalla by his leather reins. " I don't want to be here. " Alessandra said irritably, her words meant to start a fight between the two. Icy blues drifted around, boredly looking for something interesting. " Well, why are we here then.. " Max said, the hulking monster clearing his throat as he looked around. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the situation either. Less chose not to answer him, knowing it would be unfair to pick on him when he was just doing what she asked of him.


Something shiny caught her eye and Alessandra grinned, this is the reason she had come to this town, to find human things she could keep with her and trade when given the chance. It seemed lady luck had stumbled onto Less's wishes. The woman walked forward, entering broken in shop. The interior was beautiful, though in scraps. She had to pick her awy carefully through the broken glass, and she moitioned Max to wait outside with her horse. No use having him get hurt or someone steal Valhalla. There were display cases that were all smashed in and empty, this place looked like it had been long cleared out, but something within the shelving caught her eye.


It looked like a metal, shiny button. Curiously, she pressed it with a clawed finger gently. A little door opened up next to the button that wasn't previously there, and inside the door she gasped. It was beautiful! There were only a few, but there were some nice necklaces. Greedily she picked them up and shoved them into the deep pockets of her cloak, not taking time to examine the pearl and diamond inlays. The woman searched deeper in the cupboard, but besides another bracellet and some silver earings she didn't find much. What she had here was enough for her to get some nice items from freetown or the winter festival when it came. Smiling, she left the shop and stopped to pet her slave lovingly on the chest, feeling very happy she had found what she did.


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The obsidian man wasn’t left to think on it long. While he stood atop the building, he caught the scent of other canines. A coyote, a wolf, and a horse had all left their mark on the air that wafted into his nose. The voices then came too. They were made to be murmurs first because of the distance but slowly grew more audible. The clopping of horses hooves also reassured him that the group he smelled had one. He crouched low onto the gravel and listened as they came to a halt at the buildings front. He was currently on the buildings left side so they shouldn’t have seen him. And they were down wind too, so he figured they probably didn’t smell him either.


He took a single cautious step forward only to be reminded that he stood on a bed of little rocks. The strangers could have been anything, from Inferni travelers to Salsolans who might recognize him, or even trouble makers who lived in the ruins of this town. A lot of towns had their type, the ones who robbed travelers for their goods and sold them. He was no strangers to this sort of attack so he needed to approach quietly. The heavy body found his belly and inched forward in a crawl. It wasn’t absolutely silent, but made a grand amount less noise then his steps did.

When the edge was reached, a black muzzle and blue eye stuck over it ever so slowly. He peered down on an unlikely pair. An oddly decorated female coyote caressed a much taller male wolf that looked to share his blood origin. A distasteful choice he has made for a mate. The thought was natural. Not that the coyote wasn’t easy on the eyes, but that she had coyote blood and stature made her MUCH less desirable. The two of them looked dangerous too. Had he not been in his elevated position, he might have left them to their business. As things were, he poked his head and dark blue eyes over the buildings edge with shoulder length hear hanging lazily from him and spoke, Good day strangers. Fine day for scavenging, isn't it?



Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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