Plan of execution, I'm demanding retribution
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Thread Info: X'yro in Optime Very wet and yucky out, night. Near Amherst. If you're trying to envision him, until I get an avvy just imagine a big, man version of X'yrin
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If this was not a lesson handed to him by the Ancestors himself, X’yro didn’t know what was. Turned out into unfamiliar territory just days after a hurricane devastated the landscape, the burnished man trekked on, fueled only by his own hubris. With such a turn of events any other man would have turned back, returned to the fold and waited for the world to repair itself from some of the damage before embarking upon a quest such as his, but X’yro was no other man. He was an Exultare, he was of the warrior caste of Nomads, and he would not let a little storm turn him around now. Not when he had something oh, so dear to prove…

A wet, slurping sound erupted in the forest as one of his foot-paws slid in the mud, not nearly as surefooted as he would like to be. He stabbed the butt of his staff into the ground to keep from toppling into the waste completely – that was where the idea for the staff had come from, in fact. X’yro was traveling with only tooth and claw as his weapons, for he could move swifter this way and he did not lack for brute force, but one face plant in the algae a few nights ago taught him the benefits of a walking stick; it saved him from a repeat dose, this time.

The mud, the wetness, the flaw of the frail waning sun by day, the chilly fangs of frost at night… it all served to irritate the warrior even more. He was sloshing through this muck every morn and every eve, and strangers could not tell if the dark stockings on his arms and legs were the patterns of his fur or stains of mud – he couldn’t even tell the difference anymore, either. Truly, he would never let himself become so disgracefully filthy, but he knew a futile task when he was met with one, and after trying to keep tidy for days to no avail, he gave up completely on cleansing the mire from his fur.

The hurricane rendered the woods into nothing but a miserable swamp. There was running water everywhere, making a raucous noise and severely cutting out the usefulness of his ears, and it would wipe out the game trails and signs of other predators in the area. These were perilous conditions, indeed. At least he had the stars – he did his best to stick to the clearings and meadows, for when he could see the stars he could navigate far better than he would by any brook or tree moss. It was a little border of tree and clearing that he now crossed, leaving the accursed forest to once again plod through the open expanse of what once was a meadow now turned marshland.

He turned his gaze skyward, eyes flashing in the light of the half-hidden moon. “Just as I feared,” he sighed to himself. His own voice had been his closest companion as of late. “Off course, again…”

At least he had not drifted too far. Before, when he found he had gone several kilometers out of his way and would have to loop back, he had grown angry. Now it was such a regular occurrence that a day didn’t feel like a day without a slip. At least he was checking more frequently, now, and his backtracking was far shorter each time.

“Curse your storm…” he grumbled irritably.
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Word Count :: 405 OOC: you so totally pmed the wrong account bwahahahah, anyways Jiva is in Optime, and just as wet and soggy ^^

Jiva was not one to travel far or long, but he was feeling guilty. The guilt over kissing another woman. How it happened, well he knew how it happened, but why or how Palaydrian would take it. He was scared for his relationship. He was scared of losing her. It was his whole feelings of being jealous over Leaf spending more time with her than himself. He grunted as the rain drowned his fur. He had to have time to think and he doubted Drin would miss him right now anyway.

He was trying to look for a relatively dry spot for the night. He was too far from hom and he was wet and miserable, perhaps it was the gods saying they were not happy with him. That he should really be faithful and trustworthy to his mate. He swore if he didn’t drown in the mud and rain tonight he would find his mate and tell her tomorrow. For now he was moving in near darkness when he saw movement ahead of him. He stopped, tilted his head, and let his eyes adjust to the moving figure. X’yrin? No.... she wasn’t that tall was she? Perhaps it was the night playing tricks on him, making her look taller than she was, or something.

“X’yrin?” He called raising his arm, waving it. He wondered why the woman would be wandering out here alone when she had her own home to be safe and sound in. She had never seemed the type to go out in the pouring rain as he would, but he saw stranger things. He ran towards her, his heart beating a bit, she was far from her home.... quite far, but as he came closer the stature and shape made it apparent this was not his old friend. The woman who gave him advice, and the one he helped with at her home to build their ranch. He stopped when he saw it was not his friend, blinking. This was a man who resembled the woman greatly, but it seemed it was a man indeed, he stood stock still not sure if he should run or continue, the rain dripped down his mane and face, the mohawk he once sported was flattened by the wetness, it had been some time since he could get his hands on beeswax or any kind if syrups since the hurricane.

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ooc: *sniff* But, right after I sent it to Eclipse! Trololol… Wink

The earth was so damp, the sound of trickling water was everywhere, so a body had little hope of detecting others in the area by sound until they were in an uncomfortably close proximity, and this was exactly the case with X’yro and the running stranger now. It wasn’t until the other autumn man called out a name that he shifted his amber eyes to look upon the other, who was now running at him, mud splashing beneath his feet as he trampled the rushes. He was alarmed to say the least, but less so of the man running towards him – for any wolf might do that if he crossed into what some poor loner thought might be their territory – but at the name that peeled through the air before him. It made his burnished ears tilt back for a moment, and his heart lurched.

Raising a hand, he held out a palm to signal “stop”, but the movement looked more indifferent than defensive or warning. Just then, the red haired wolf stopped, but the look in his eye told X’yro it was coincidence only, and not some sudden obedience for his request. The Exultare was quiet as he shook his head slowly, eyes sizing the red wolf up all the while. A small grunt came from him, and then he realized he would probably have to actually speak.

“Do I really look like a girl?” he was only teasing by half; after all, in the misty blur that was this plain, and not knowing that there was another with X’yrin’s near exact coat, mistaking the two was easy. His eyes glinted humor for just a moment, the rest of him remained indifferent. “Close, though. That is the name of my sister. Do you know where she is?”

His words cut straight to the point and without any additional details. After all, he was a man of few words (at least when it came to the common tongue), and he knew not how long this man with the clue would stick around.


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Word Count :: 301 OOC: sorry about the wait Sad

Jiva felt embarrassed that he mistook this very male, man as a woman. He felt his face flush and was sure steam was coming off his skin. The man seemed to take it in stride though and also seemed to know exactly who he was talking about and it seemed that she was his sister. So that was how he could mistake him so easily, and how he looked so much like her. Jiva gave the quiet man a nervous smile much taller man was also far more bulky than his own well built frame. Jiva could see that his new companion was the one that took the kill in a hunt, or used his brawn to keep the animal down for a kill shot. All that mattered to Jiva was that this man could take him with one hand and make him into jelly

“Yes, she is a leader of the pack sang... uh sangalick or something like that, I've always found it hard to pronounce that name, it is a neighbor of my pack, just on the left side of grand lake which is, that way.” Jiva had to squint in the misty rain as he tried to remember which way was which. He didn't get lost often, but with the rain and the confusion he got with this man he had to make sure he was the right way “I never knew she had any siblings.” He said, curiously. The woman had given him advice many times over his last year especially when it came to females, though it seemed that he confused her more than she helped, him, but she helped all the same. “Oh my name is Jiva, Jiva Takekuro by the way.” He said. His smile still nervous on his lips.

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