[html]
Jefferson. 
When Alexey had nothing better to do, she often spent time walking around aimlessly. Not exactly a constructive hobby, but it helped kill time. And since she had explored every corner of Dahlia de Mai within the last month or so, she was now expanding her horizons. The Circee had gone all the way down south to Crimson Dreams packlands and traveled all the way back up to Dahlia de Mai, only to hit the road once again and head east this time. She was basically going back and forth, zigzagging around 'Souls. Doing so with an injured leg wasn't exactly considered smart, but she didn't care.
It hadn't really occured to her that she was actually doing this to find Aiden. Part of her wanted to see him again, wherever he was. Little did she know though, he had already taken off like most males she generally took a liking to. Why was everything so complicated? Her parents had made their relationship seem so effortless. Her lips curled into a smile as she thought of them, and how happy they had always been together. Why couldn't she have that too?
Claimed lands came into view, and although it would've been in her best interest to work her way around them, she curiously ventured a little closer.
[/html]
[html]
wc454
--
The one-eyed menace had only resided in Phoenix Valley for a number of weeks, but the lands and the fresh air that seemed to constantly wander through seemed to be having quite an effect on his internal systems. While the four-year-old was not exactly spunky as a pup again, his energy was slowly building up day by day under such new circumstances, and the bones of his belly were beginning to subside as it began to fill back up. He was still rather sickly thin and frail-looking, as well as very obviously harmless despite the number of scars that he trudged along with, not to mention the gimpy leg he stumbled upon when walking and the use of only one eye. Phoenix Valley was, however, still having a beneficial effect on him, and the hybrid was slowly growing all the more accustomed to its tranquility and easygoing lands. He might not have admitted it right off, but Jefferson was beginning to like the packlife he'd never understood as a loner.
As his health trudgingly returned to his waned frame, the keen senses he'd been gifted with were slowly regaining power in turn. Recognizing scents was gradually becoming easy again, and his ears (though tattered and well worn, by the looks of them) were of actual use again. Thus, he blamed his recovering senses for waking him up when a foreign smell befell his snout, as comfortable as he had been underneath one of the trees off in dreamland. Strange--he had met only a few of his packmates at that point, but the smell reeked of a foreign one. By this point in time he had learned of other claimed territories in neighboring areas, but the opportunity to visit them had yet to arrive. He climbed up onto his feet with clenched jowls, belittling the pain in his useless right leg as he stumbled from his sleeping place and towards the foreign smell.
He was in no condition for fighting--that was completely obvious--but it appeared he was the only one around when he came across the rather harmless-looking creature. Of course, he'd found her from behind apparently unnoticed at first, and stood after her with his weaker leg hung in the air. He'd already seen her walk. "Hey, gimpy," he called after her, a rather indifferent look in his one-eyed stare. "Something tells me you're not from around here. There's only room for one gimpster here." A joke, obviously, but Jefferson had always been pretty bad at making clear he was joking. He was not quite smiling, nor frowning--just watching her curiously, knowing it necessary to stop wanderers at the borders... after the welcome he'd gotten when he'd ended up there.
|
[/html]
[html]
Alexey froze in her tracks as a male intercepted her from behind. His greeting was a little unconventional, leaving the tawny she-wolf at a loss of words. Gimpy? She frowned and slowly turned to face him. Whoever this guy was, he sure had a funny way of greeting visitors. Honey hued eyes examined him from top to bottom, attempting to determine how much of a threat he truly was. His body was littered with various cuts and bruises. One of them had sowed his left eye shut, and he too, was limping his way around. From the looks of it, he couldn't even harm a fly. Lexey was smirking by now, willing to play along.
"You're right, there's only room for one gimpster around here. I'll wrestle you for the title, if you want." she retorted, her voice dripping with feigned defiance. The Circee took a step forward, fox-like tail wagging back and forth behind her as she impatiently waited for a reply. Part of her was anxious to see how he'd react, knowing that people often changed their tunes when faced with unusual situations.
[/html]
[html]
wc230
--
Jefferson's scarred and battered jowls twisted into a sarcastically delighted little grin, amused by the stranger's decent sense of humor. For a moment the male was relieved that she was of no [apparent] threat and simply a passerby, but his awakening senses whispered of a foreign scent, that of one he whiffed of nearby territories. His experience as a loner was plenty to tell him who was or was not walking the trails alone simply by their smell--and this one reeked of something else. Jefferson wasn't exactly the unfriendly type--he was not always in the mood for some folks, but still had a general amiable sway in life--but questioning strangers at the borders and such was one of his duties, and with a shrug of sheer indifference he stepped up a bit, head held high.
"Nah," he scoffed, rolling his shoulders and peering at her nonchalantly with his good eye. He had yet to meet many of his own pack members, but the thought of other packs on Phoenix Valley's lands hadn't yet crossed his mind. Still a bit new to the lands, Jefferson wasn't exactly in tune with alliances or enemies, but at the same time, he really didn't care. "Unfortunately, regulations require me to find out why you're here." His head tipped to the side slightly--the hybrid was harmless, yes, but his wits were tools instead. "Have a name?"
|
[/html]
|
