[html] The winter made everything look cold and gray, yet enticing in it's own way. Pale, white skies hung low over the steel-gray ocean, casting a myriad of snowflakes down to the frozen sands. Flame colored eyes blinked back the flakes, finding the snow fascinating for his second winter, having been born in it's cold clutches. He'd almost missed the cold, but traveling around always led to experiencing acceptably unseasonable weather no matter where they went. High in the mountains remained cold and icy all year round, while lower in the valleys toward the south stayed warm and moist even in the clutches of winter. The world was an intriguing, varied place, and this land was no different. The sand beneath his paws was harsh and gritty, buried beneath the dusty touches of snow. A breeze picked up, spiraling snowflakes into the wolf's eyes and nose and stirring up whirlwinds of white that twisted and danced all around him. He sought shelter in a low cave, shaking the snow from his thick, wintry coat and mane that was suited from his father's blood for harsh environments. Crouching down, he watched the snow falling, barely able to see the near ocean any longer through the flakes--waiting until he felt like traveling again. [/html]
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Hi. :] Is this in Drifter Bay or the Waste? IC
Bane walked along the beach, his stride steady and long, leaving rather large footprints behind in the snowy sand. Classic January day today, he noted as he moved, eyeing the steely ocean through the snowflakes that whirled down around him. He caught a whiff of Inferni in the air as he pondered his suspicious presence here; perhaps he had come to visit Siobhan, and while he would have liked to see the child coyote again, it wasn't his main reason for being there.
It baffled him to think what he was doing at all. Back home (home being a word he used now simply for lack of a better one) they would have had him killed for such treachery. They had wanted to for the prophet alone. Things changed, like the seasons, like the sky, and the black wolf knew that he would pursue this path regardless. Right or wrong, he would know eventually.
Inferni faded from the air and another scent took over -- that of a wolf. No pack scent clung to him like dirt from a child's fur; only a loner would really bother coming this close to the halfling clan. Curiosity piqued -- though this was hardly a difficult thing to do -- Bane kept an eye out and after a moment spotted a pale wolf seeking shelter in a low cave. Shaking the snow from his fur, Bane greeted the stranger. "Hello."
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[html] [ooc: the waste. (:] The scent of coyotes drifted to the wolf on the frozen air whenever the wind's direction changed. He was near a coyote clan, that much was obvious, but as he was not trespassing on claimed lands he saw nothing to worry about as of the moment. He knew of the hostility quite often observed between the breeds from his own experience and from his father, when he remarked on how he received some of his scars. And when he reminisced on how his birth pack had been chased from their territory, despite a former promise between the neighbors. But all species bore a few possessed with blind malice, and he himself bore no ill-will toward the smaller canines and saw no particular reason to. It was survival of the fittest, no matter your blood, wolf or coyote. Gaze shifted as on a snow-laden breeze another's presence was drawn to the creature. A dark shape moved in the snow, approaching the cave where the pale wolf lurked. Ears lifted, eyes turning on the creature to see whether he came in a hostile or friendly manner, taking in his body language with each step. He seemed calm enough, not coming with fangs bared and hair bristling, demanding the lurker leave his cave. The cave didn't smell as thought it had been claimed or even set foot in for a very long time, but strangers could be mad as any, with irrational thoughts and behaviors. "'Ello," Luka returned the other's greeting, english tinged with his collected accents. He shifted, moving closer to the wall of the cave leaving room in the center. "Zhere eez room, eef you seek shelter from zee snow," he said, continuing to eye the dark wolf. Always, he was wary of strangers, but the yearling could still at least pretend to be friendly. Wolves were social beasts, and it was in the pack and in their numbers that their breed found strength and easier survival. [/html]
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OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER
cakeThe accent only set his curiosity in concrete, and he smiled faintly at the stranger, his eyes scrutinizing. Bane himself had spent most of his life away from his birthplace, but had spent enough time in North America as a youth for his accent to cement itself. It had changed slightly over the years, but inevitably had faded back as it always would. This man's accent sounded faintly Russian, or eastern European, at least. With a quick nod, putting aside plans that perhaps weren't meant for today, the loner accepted the stranger's invite and ducked into the cave, sitting with his back against the stone wall. Out of the winter cold. He was surprised at the sudden stillness inside. At the mouth of the cave, the snow whipped past, caught in the heavy wind.
cake"Thank you," the courteous black wolf told the strange man. "It's worse out now than it was when I left home." And it was the truth -- it had been nice when he had left his temporary home in Halifax, pocketing his keys and butterfly knife, thoughts of the coyote clan and their strange effects on him as he had walked northwest. "I'm Bane Kiles," he added as an afterthought, glancing back at the stranger with curious blue eyes.
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