On Top of the World

Jaden Ohanzee · 05-30-2012, 12:12 AM

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Date: May 29, 2012

Setting: Celebration Plateau

Time: Early Dusk

Character Form: Optime

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Sorry it’s short.

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The view was beautiful. An obsidian wolf stood out against the brown rock of Kre’Nertok Mountain as he stood gazing out on the beauty of his home. Sprawled out before him was all of Sangilak bathed in the falling sun’s orange glow. From here, he could see everything. The Rock Garden was easy to pick out and the far shores of Adlarto’k Lake shimmered wonderfully. It was a heavenly sight to behold and almost enough to distract Jaden from all that plagued him. A decent try indeed, but one cannot truly escape their own mind and he would regret trying. The hike last hike he taken to get this high had left his broken chest heaving for air.

It hadn’t been so bad the first time but he couldn’t consciously allow himself to waste time. Standing up here all day would have been just that; a waste of time. So the Alpha had decided this to be a perfect place to stake visual claim to the land. All day he had hiked up and down the mountain carrying all the firewood he could handle. A decent pile now lay a good distance away from the burning fire it was planned to feed, a fire that could be seen from anywhere on the packland, he hoped. But now the wounded found rest atop the mountain. He sat with long optime legs outstretched and palms down behind him to support his body as it leaned back and away from the dangerous drop.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

Pendzez Zazkex · 05-31-2012, 12:55 AM

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Pendzez decided to climb the high mountain to see a better view of the land around it, and if he could, the peninsula across the water. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would spot the location of his parent's cabin in the old Baton et Pierres area. Yet, he would never go back there. Its was now claimed. A new un familiar pack had claimed his old home when he was still a pup. But from what he could tell, his old secret area had not been claimed, at least not yet.

With his staff in hand as a walking stick, he climbed the rocky mountain, with the rings on his staff making their traditional rhythm that added to the ambiance of his environment. He climbed rock after rock, progressing ever closer to the top where he could achieve a good scenic view of the area around the mountain and hopefully across the sea.

He climbed the last few rocks till he got to the top, which was huge cluster of rock formations that made the platform on top of the mountain lay flat, with the edges curved into a steep fall. He stretched himself as he turned to see how far he climbed. It was a fair way. Yet, he was not alone. He didn't notice it at first, but he turned into a different direction, finding a dark wolf sitting near an edge. He immediately recognized him from the feast. What was his name? Haden? Kaiden? Something like that?

He cleared his throat, making his presence known, unless the ringing of the rings on his staff gave it away as he climbed the mountain. "I see that I'm not the only one that saw the advantages of climbing the mountain," he said with a warm smile on his face.

Jaden Ohanzee · 06-01-2012, 06:18 PM

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Again with the shortness. They will get better, I promise.

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He sat and enjoyed the view for a fair amount of time before something got his attention. A gentle metal rustle became clear as someone approached. He didn’t recognize the sound and no scent met him to bid a name to it. He craned his neck back and watched the far said of the plateau for movement. Perhaps someone had already seen his beacon, even with the sun still peeking over the horizon. If the fire was that wonderfully visible then this was quite the place to build it.

The wolf he saw was familiar. A face from the celebration feast looked to him and brought the obsidian male to his feet. Jaden approached the other stranger where he stood at the edge of the rocky shelf. It is quite a view, He answered and looked back on it once more. But a hard climb too. Not sure if I would like to do that every day. A name eluded him. The Issum was terrible at remembering names. Had they even been introduced? He couldn’t recall that either. He smiled at the other, Forgive me, we are pack brothers and yet I have no name for you… They didn’t know each other yet but they would. This man and the staff he carried were no doubt a valuable addition to their family.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

Pendzez Zazkex · 06-05-2012, 09:13 AM

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Sorry for being late and shortness too Tongue

The dark male approached the white male. The snowy wolf kept fortified to the spot as the obsidian one stopped several meters away. Yet, the white male bowed his head in his traditional eastern manner before the dark wolf as he recognized him as a brother packwise, yet the two never exchanged their birth names with each other.

The male returned upright from his formal greeting as he smiled back to Jaden. "Ah, I don't believe we ever got to that stage. I am Pendzez Zazkex, my friend," he said as he bowed his head, but only his head this time, bringing back up to the male again. "What name shall I call you?"

Jaden Ohanzee · 06-06-2012, 05:51 PM

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No problem Big Grin

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You can call me Jaden. Jaden Ohanzee. It is nice to finally meet you Pendzez. X’yrin says good things about you. It was a kind and truthful greeting. The name was recognized from her, as she had mentioned meeting him. But it did seem that they hadn’t been introduced as, though the name was familiar, the white form had not been associated with it. Jaden took a minute to analyze Pendzez then. There were a few things that separated him from the ordinary. Most notably were the other male’s eyes. The star marks around them were strange and something the obsidian male had never seen before. The eyes themselves were a vibrant shade of red, another oddity for Jaden. They and the scars on his aged body suggested both someone with skill and knowledge. Perhaps he was a fighter, like Jaden and X’yrin. A able bodied Even’ule?

But he had given a good first impression upon Jaden as polite and well regarded by his beloved friend. You look like you have had your share of experiences Pendzez. Where is it you hail from? As the leader he wanted to be, he was curious about members of the pack. If they were to build a safe and strong home, he needed to know what they had to work with, who might be better at leading or who might be better at following or who he could call for in times of danger. Where Pendzez grew up might hint at what he was capable of and what he could do.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

Pendzez Zazkex · 06-06-2012, 08:08 PM

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Yay Big Grin

As the black male gave his name, Pendzez smiled warmly at him. Even though the two had a breif encounter at the feast with the other members, the two never really had a one on one conversation. Well, now would be a good time, considering that since the two were going to be seeing more of each other now, why couldn't the two males bond together, as allies, as friends, as brothers? It is an honor to finally meet you properly, Jaden, he said as he bowed again in the Eastern manner

When the black wolf had finished with his examination of the white male, he then proceeded to comment on how Pendzez had his share of adventure, notably possible from his scar and aged body. Indeed, Pendzez has had his fair share. He had recently come back from his absence from the land of travel. But there was also the time before that, he had his friends and his duties to his previous pack. He had heaps of memories about them, and he is yet to meet them again. Thats if they are still around.

He then was asked about where he 'hailed' from. Well it was depending if it was where he was born or where he lived in his youth, but the male decided to go in that order. Turning to the north, he pointed in that particular direction. I was born in the tundras in this direction He then averted his finger to the general direction of Salsola, even though he couldn't really see it. And over there is where the cabin I used to live in with my parents is.

Jaden Ohanzee · 06-09-2012, 05:51 AM

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His intent to find out a bit more about Pendzez through his history came up short. The white male gave little more than a general direction as to where he had been born and grown up. It didn’t seem like he had any problems indicating either, so it was unlikely his reasons of being so general were discomfort on the subject. The other alternative was that his first home and younger years were filled with little that was worth mentioning. He didn’t seem like a boring fellow though. Again, the markings had to have originated from somewhere. They had to be special somehow. So you grew up right around this area? It must be nice to still find yourself in the land of your birth. To have a life calm enough that he found himself in his homeland was about the farthest thing from the ex-assassins case. But Alaska had been beautiful in its own way. He envied the other for his situation.

Eyeing Pendzez’s staff again, Jaden absentmindedly felt down his body for the daggers and other straps that usually rested there. It was a subconscious movement but enough to make him suddenly remember he was not wearing any weapons. The day wasn’t overly cool and he had discarded them in favor of not ruining them with sharp splinters. They wouldn’t have been any help getting him up the mountain so many times like Pendzez’s staff had been. Your staff, he questioned curiously, Is it a weapon?

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

Pendzez Zazkex · 06-17-2012, 11:26 PM

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OMG!! So sorry I'm late :/

The white male kept a close eye on the obsidian male as he asked questions about his origins. Well he understood the curiosity. The two are to be pack brothers, their origins and past lives are to be known to each other. Maybe if Pendzez shared his story, Jaden would offer his story as an exchange. He looked back to the area where his childhood cabin resided, in which again he could not see, then back to the other male as he finished his question. Well, I grew up here. I was born in the tundra's further north, as I said before. However, this place is my home

Pendzez took a little confused reaction as he witnessed Jaden examine his staff closely. Pendzez wasn't surprised, as Xy' was even curious about the staff's design and origins. The white male was very lucky that he found this item, as they were and still are, fairly rare, even in the human times. However, the pack that blessed him with this were extremely greatful and willing to give the white male the staff.

Pendzez couldn't help but let out a little snicker as he was asked if the staff was considered to be a kind of weapon. Deciding to have a little joke, the white male stood back and raised the staff by the bottom end of the handle, making the top come inches from Jaden's nose. He leaned in so the top of the staff merely gave the obsidian male a gentle tap on the nose. He reclined the staff to it's original position and asked, Did that hurt?

Jaden Ohanzee · 06-21-2012, 11:39 AM

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PGP - 3+

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More ambiguously worded answers about his origins finally convinced Jaden that Pendzez must really just have nothing to say about it. That was fine. No doubt he could learn the other’s past in time just as he would Jaden’s if he only asked. He had a trust for Pendzez that was difficult to describe. Something about the older, odd mannered man seemed trustable. Gut feelings were something the Obsidian man often experienced and it was one of these that had assured him Pendzez meant well. X’yrin liked him too. He was doing good for himself in Sangilak so far.

His trust wasn’t frayed when the other male swung his staff inches from Jaden’s wet nose. He didn’t even flinch, instead looking down at the end of the staff with a bit of confusion. The rings jingled finely with the motion and his blue eyes were able to analyze the tastefully decorated metal and wood in fine detail. He couldn’t help but pull his head back a bit when the cool tool bumped the end of his nose before being retracted. He reached up and rubbed his muzzle even though it hadn’t caused him any discomfort. No… he shook his head slightly before finally grinning at the other’s joke, Nope, I’m fine. It’s just for decoration then. His words were more of a statement than a question. He couldn’t think of any other reason why someone would carry such a tool. Pendzez didn’t seem to have a limp or otherwise need for the stability it offered.

But the ever present interest in his odd markings finally got the better of him. He gazed at the star shaped inking as an indication as to what he was speaking of. And your markings? Are those decoration as well? He smiled in an innocent way, hoping his question would not offend.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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