The Proverbial Shiny
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no one is safe from nature's savagery, not even the innocent—the Savage Garden will overtake civilization and destroy it
lupus form — amherst limits — about 8:30 PM
There was something hard beneath the grass. It was an aberration reminiscent of when children shoved toys under rugs in the hope that their parents would not notice that they hadn’t “cleaned their rooms” at all. The golden tawny wolf followed the unseen road, feeling for the overgrown and hidden oddity with his paws. Every now and again, he would pause to sniff the earth, detecting the trace amount of rusted metal beneath the fragrant grass of early summer, and presently, he stopped walking to paw at the ground. There was no reason behind the act, really, unless the satisfaction of what seemed to be an insatiable thirst for knowledge counted as a reason.



What the luperci didn’t know was that he was walking along the path of what had once been the Intercolonial Canadian Railway, but now that there was no one left to maintain the tracks, it had sunk beneath a thriving carpet of grass and greenery, becoming no more than an odd bump in the ground and a lingering scent of iron alloy. Finding nothing interesting in the grass, the Vináttan straightened and moved on, continuing to trace the enigmatic trail that snaked beneath the earth.



He was somewhere just outside Amherst, and it was close to twilight. When he arrived on the outskirts of the once-city, the sky had already changed from a lovely cornflower blue to a pale shade of violet. Here, Vicare paused and let his eyes sweep across the ruins of the city, which had largely been reclaimed by the surrounding wilderness. He followed the main road, stopping every now and again to take a whack at the thriving clusters of weeds that poked out of the many cracks in the pavement, reaching for the sky, and every time he did so, the wooden owl charm tied around his right forepaw danced wildly and banged against his ankle.



Hawk yellow eyes roamed the landscape curiously, eager to take in every detail he could get a hold of. The practical part of his nature argued that he was keeping an eye open for prey to take home to the pack, but he couldn’t really be bothered to lie to himself. A vast portion of his interest in the ruined town was purely selfish, and a small particle of greed had lodged itself inside his brain—he wanted to see if he could salvage anything from the ruins. Slowly, he was growing out of his purely animal ways, and the few days that he’d already spent with Vinátta was beginning to condition him to the more human parts of luperci culture.



In short, Vicare was here to hunt—to hunt, that was, for something proverbially shiny.




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Word Count :: 304 OOC: OOC: Jiva is in optime form ^^


He was happy. Things were going great for the man. He had just gotten Zalen’s blessing to pursue Palaydrian as a mate, and that was what the young man was going to do. He had set her up with some breakfast and extra food for later that day telling her he was going out. And that’s what he was doing, though he didn’t want to be without her, he knew the scent coming off her would soon be too much to bear and he wanted to get her something nice. Something memorable, something she didn’t have to worry about. He knew it wouldn’t be big nor a decoration that would displease the alphas so he was thinking something for Drin to put on herself.

He was daydreaming the whole time he was walking. He knew he wouldn’t find much at the smaller towns so he was headed to Amherst the closest city to his home. He promised himself he wouldn’t bring anything he didn’t need really, which was a special present for his love. He moved around the outskirts of the city, he had been to the parts that was closest to New Dawn and he wanted something new.

It seemed his decision was a good one because he caught sight of someone in the distance and meeting new faces was always good for him. He stopped where he was and started waving calling out, a curled wagging tail and a smile on his face. He was stupid when it came to new comers, he knew perfectly well he could be attacked but there was a better chance of meeting someone nice enough to converce with. Jiva wanted to make new friends and the fact he was closing in on at the city was all the reason to meet the man.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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no one is safe from nature's savagery, not even the innocent—the Savage Garden will overtake civilization and destroy it
lupus→optime form — thanks for your patience <3
The scent of someone he didn’t recognized alerted Vicare to the approach of a reddish male. He looked over, ears perking up at the sound of footsteps on the ground and the echo of a greeting. Curious, the golden tawny wolf looked over his newfound companion, eyeing the fur that was slightly more saturated in red tones than he’d seen before. Something, too, in the scent of the stranger spoke of a heritage that was more than just Canis lupus and more than just the distinction of the luperci. But the smile on the stranger’s face was a friendly one, and the sway of that tail was not missed, so while Vicare did not entirely throw his caution to the wind, he visibly relaxed.



Taking a step forward, he adopted his own optime form to match that of the other male, and as he did so, he hid a wince at the sensation that he still hadn’t quite adjusted to. To be sure, six months from the date of his first transformation was a long time, but compared to a lifetime of knowing nothing but his four-legged form, six months was nothing.



“Well hi,”
the golden blonde male replied in greeting, swishing his own tail back and forth in an easy-going rhythm. He stepped closer but stopped before his proximity could be considered intrusive, and at this modified distance, he took in the nuances of the other luperci’s scent.



“The name’s Vicare—what’s yours?”
For a minute, he wondered if he should mention his affiliation with Vinátta but decided against it for the moment. He was still relatively new to the nascent pack, and in his present state of ignorance about its political relations with the other packs, it was best to be a little ambiguous. Then again, he supposed, if another pack was familiar enough with his to have a problem with it, they could recognize his scent for themselves.



But as Vicare let his eyes drift over the other male with light and open curiosity, he doubted the meeting would amount to a confrontation. After all, the look lighting up those fascinating odd-coloured eyes was far from aggressive.



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Word Count :: 251 OOC: Not a problem, hope your tests went well!!!


His greeting was taken well and as he got closer to this man he introduced himself. Jiva beemed at the man who was no longer a stranger but an acquaintance. This was something to make Jiva happier about and he figured he would return the kindness and introduce himself as well.

“I am Jiva Takekuro, it is great to meet you. Are you here to find something as well?”

This question was far too blunt for the young man and he felt like he was prying the second it came out of his mouth he waved his hands a little apologetically. He didn’t want to offend the man in any way and make him leave, that was the last thign Jiva wanted to do.

“I’m sorry I’m not trying to get into your business, I’m just... very excited and I am hoping to find something. I figured if you were you wouldn’t mind company.”

He said. He certainly wouldn’t mind, though he would probably be telling this man about the woman he was in love with and the thing that he wanted to get for her and his plans on asking her to be his mate. That was probably all for later though, now it was introductions. The man didn’t state his pack name nor did it seem to be a familiar pack smell, but Jiva was just happy he was well met with another. That was all he could ask four.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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