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The air held the tone of spring. As strong as the winter would allow, the sun shone over them and sent her heat to those the sat beneath her. A calm sky of blue and white lingered around the orb, clouds barely touching or even treating to cast a shadow. The wind stayed absent, letting the warmth seep into his short coat and spread along his shoulders. Short mane of fur stood along his crown, folding slightly to one side under its own weight. Black tinted fingers racked through it, keeping the stragglers from his eyes. It was annoying to have the strands loose, but they didn’t seem to grow any longer then their current state and no binding would keep from wandering into his view.
The thin male had made his way north, following the scents that floated from the pack lands. Familiar with one, holding the younger male he had met, it was the second that he was drawn to. Still, Heath kept his distance. There was no pack in his future, or at least that he was aware of. His only plan was to find his brother or sister, at least it was the general guideline. The day had been too nice to spend investigated, and instead the tawny lean wolf found his optime form more suitable. He kept away from it most of the time, knowing that his stature was accentuated, but it was functional and a change when the landscape was growing boring. He would rather stay to four paws to keep him from looking small, but there were moments were he just didn’t care. Or at least tried to.
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It seemed that the 'dead of winter' was passing from this land, if the change in weather was any indication. Lannen was used to snow. At one point during his first winter, he had actually been snowed into a cave with his family. He had been young, too young in fact to worry about the ramifications of an entire family of wolves being trapped inside a cave. Instead of worrying about hunger or lack of warmth, he had taken turns with his sister and brother trying to ram a hole in the blockade of snow that kept them inside.
Lannen himself was snow white, except for his silver tipped tail. His eyes flashed, brown as wood bark, as he scanned the lands, traveling away from AniWaya. He had fallen into a groove, a routine. The tribe was becoming more and more familiar for him, and he was comfortable inside and outside of the claimed territories. He felt a peace he hadn't felt in a long time.
These lands were full of surprises. He thought on how he had found his long lost brother, whom he thought had been dead. He had discovered that he had family in these lands, which were so foreign to him. Pilot had decided to go back to Maine to seek out the family he had never known, the family Lannen held so close to his heart. And Lannen had wanted to make the journey back with him so badly, but the reasons he had left in the first place still cut deep. He had promised to stay away, and Lannen was a man of his word.
He also had the woman he had met to think of now. Tayui. A woman with a strange name, who lit a strange fire within him. He had never felt about another female the way he felt about Tayui. He felt equal parts thrilled and uncomfortable in her presence. Today, he had thought of visiting her, but had decided to change his course and go exploring once more.
There were many different scents in the air, tantalizing his sense of adventure, curiosity, keeping his boredom at bay. And he found soon enough that he crossed paths with a thin, short-coated male. Lannen raised an eyebrow, considering him. The male seemed harmless enough. "Hey, 'sup?" he called to alert the man of his presence.
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Locked, hidden in his mind Heath was dangerous. It was when he had nothing that he was left to start destroying everything. The anger and pain that he and his siblings felt touch each of them differently, and left Heath was a short and explosive temper. With nothing, no game, no purpose he was just waiting, just waiting for the trigger. Running helped, took the energy and drained it out of his body with each stride. Fighting, was ecstasy. The rage and hate tumbled from him, leaving nothing but satisfaction.
It was starting, the warmth of the day and the sudden unease and tension in his shoulders cranked him tight. A voice brought a face to his view, and the beast was lucky. Heath knew he would be grateful that it wasn’t to late. The other male was larger, with ivory fur and large hands. The thin kid would have been no match for it, though he was sure that if he were at the point of snapping he would have scarred the white boy’s pretty face.
Hey. He voice was low, as he always tried to keep it. Eyes held none of the aggression that threatened to well within him. The safety was on, and Heath was glad for it.
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Lannen had never been one to be overly cautious. That explained his behavior as he continued his approach toward the thin brown male. He was skinny. The guy probably hadn't had a good meal in a while, but that wasn't any of Lannen's business. In fact, talking to this guy wasn't any of his business either. But, hey, boredom certainly had its symptoms. He didn't think he was being reckless. In fact, he thought he was doing the guy a favor by giving him the time of day. Poor putz was probably lonely, all skinny and shit.
Brown eyes watched the guy as he got closer. He decided that the man didn't look hungry. Instead he looked pretty tense. He cocked an eyebrow at that, looking around. So this guy was a brooder, huh? Lannen couldn't see anyone around to piss this guy off, except himself. And he hadn't been around for any longer than a few minutes.
"What's got you so bothered, kid?" The guy seemed overly tense. He looked like he was wound tightly enough to snap like a rubber band. Maybe he needed to vent or something.
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Heath watched as the distance between them shortened. Even though he didn’t give any indication that he approved the approach. He could feel the males eyes wandering hid form, no doubt thinking that he could take him in an instance, one arm tied behind his back. The fucker was crazy if he thought that Heath would be taken so easily.
His words passed over him, in on ear and out the other. It snagged on the last word. Kid? his own eye brow rose at the sound of it. Who hell was this guy calling a kid, and who was he to be reading him anyways. Did he think he was his father? My daddys been long dead. I aint your kid. Casse-toi The words spat from his mouth as he took the final steps to close the gap between them. If he wanted to read him, to know who he was then he would have to get much closer. Maybe that what the pretty boy wanted. The mere thought made Heath bring his black furred hand to the other shoulder, moving to push him backward.
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[html] Lannen snapped his mouth shut to keep from using some choice words when the male turned on him balefully. He had been making a conscience effort not to go off the deep end in the verbal department, mindful of the fact that there were young pups present in his new home. He didn't want any of Tayui Aston's pups repeating four letter words sweetly to momma then pointing tiny fingers at the male. That'd really throw off his groove. Revising some of his vocabulary would be worlds easier than getting back into her good graces, he was sure.
Still, this young man was really crossing a line. Lannen had been coming forward, sure, but he hadn't laid a hand on the guy. What the fuck? Lannen wasn't into this touchy feely bullshit. The little punk was really asking for it now.
"It is a pity your dad's dead, junior,"" Lannen said, practically spitting the last word. "Somebody forgot to teach you manners." He grabbed the male's black furred hand roughly and jerked it away from his shoulder, twisting his arm. That'd teach the whelp to lay hands on him.
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His accented voice bellowed, deep within this not so deep chest. Pity, eh
Of course he didn’t fall, didn’t back down or even blink. In an instant, less then a breath the larger male had the yearling’s wrist in paw ready to pluck the hand right off his soot toned arm. Heath was ready for it, the burning of his skin and the pain of the twisted muscles. It thrilled him, chasing the hate from his mind and leaving nothing more then the need for more. He only turned with the motion. The words were fuel, coming back over in his mind as the younger male rocked his second fist over passed his right and toward the side of the male’s head.
Nothing hooked better then the southpaw.
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[html] The young man was seething, like a kettle kept too long on a hot stove. He could feel the tension, the violence coiled tightly into muscles like strands of DNA. It seemed to be so deeply entrenched within the young man. His arms, although slim, felt as though they were corded, made of stone. He hadn't thought that he had been so tense. At first sight, he just thought that the kid was a little pissy. Someone had pissed in his cheerios. He'd buck up and move on. Or at least so Lannen had thought when he had first seen him.
The tension in his body spoke volumes of instability. Well, hell. Just marvelous. It seemed that the poster child for psychosis had a hard-on for him now. Nothing like a personal vendetta to lighten the mood. He experienced a crystal clear "oh shit" moment as he watched the black furred fist come flying at him in slow motion. He felt like he had all the time in the world to watch the fist connect with his face.
His head snapped back, teeth rattling as Heath's fist connected. He had thought of backing off, and cutting the guy a break. But the thought was no longer in his mind. No, now this toddler with daddy issues was going to learn not to lay hands on him. "Why you little..." he snarled, baring pearly whites as he snapped his head back and forward right into the bastard's forehead, his white-furred fist following.
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His heart raced, pumping the adrenaline through his veins, sending him into one of the best available highs. There as no thought of letting up, no notion of give in or quitting. Heath raged on, feeling the satisfying crack of his knuckles against the male’s head. It shook his stiff wrist and arm, but he barely felt the pain. An instant smile found its place on his face. No claws or teeth for the young male, his fists were his favorite weapons. Before e could blink the soft faced male came at him, barreling his forehead towards Heaths own.
A foot paw anchored him, with the fast advance of the strange was too quick to avoid. Arms rose to block to the jab, but his forehead took the blow that was delivered. His brain shook within his skull, but the yearling only moved a single step backwards. Eyes unable to focus, he shook his head trying to clear them. The white shape moved before him, and the thin hybrid put up his fists and kept to the balls of his feet. Unsure exactly what he was shooting at, one paw gunned form his in front of his face. Followed instantly by the other.
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[html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Lannen gritted his teeth as his head collided with the brown yearling's. He swore he heard his brain rattling somewhere between his ears. He snorted in dissatisfaction as he found that the thin guy still had his footing. He guessed that his father was wrong. His head wasn't nearly as hard as Expo had estimated. No matter. If it was a fight the boy wanted, it was a fight that he'd get. A fight he wouldn't soon forget, and some bruises, while Lannen was at it.
Lannen was meatier than Heath, but the spry kid certainly had balance and agility on his side. He rocked back as his fists shot out again, this time catching him in the neck. He coughed once and snarled in displeasure. Lannen's own fists shot out again. He didn't mind fighting with fists. He curled his fingers in extra hard and pulled back for a jab, releasing his arm to aim for the kid's nose, hoping to get him to see stars.
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Pressure hit his fist, bringing the world into focus once again. Smiling still, Heath kept to his toes. The bob and weave would keep the white boys hand off of him. Heath moved fluidly, but the rocket that the nameless bastard had sent his way was too large and heavy for him to avoid. Heath took it, liking the pain he felt in his snout as knuckled touched leathery nose. It rocked him backwards, but quick feet supported him and even sent him forward.
Blood spout from his nostrils. And the dazed male sent on more punch towards the white things that he hoped was in front of him. His weight grew dead as he slipped out of consciousness for the briefest of moments. Coming to in mid fall Heath clung to whatever there could be to support him.
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[html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Lannen's mouth hung open when the young man suddenly lurched forward, sending his arms out toward him. Lannen tried to dodge out of the way, but he was far too slow. Before he knew it, brown limbs were tangling with white and they became a blur. He tried to dig his heels in the ground, but it proved to be too much. His knees buckled and they fell together to the ground in a tangle.
Lannen blinked hard, grunting as he fell hard on his shoulder. Then his head bounced off the ground as he made impact. He blinked the world back into focus, his teeth chattering together as he tasted the metallic flavor of blood from where his teeth went through his tongue.
He propped himself up, reaching to grab Heath by his scruff. He looked into the young man's face, hauling him up and trying to straighten him out. Suddenly, his rounded shoulders started to shake and he laughed, touching the blood that had run out of his mouth and down his chin.
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Heath clung to the male as they fell, only letting go when he felt the ground solidly beneath them. Bouncing off the other, the yearling started to roll on his back, before being scuffed. The other helped him regain his balance. His heart began to calm, settling as his breathing became controlled. It wasn’t till he heard something beside him that he was brought back to his conscious mind. Was he laughing?
Gold eyes stared at the other male, Heath stood up as he searched his face. His brain turned in his skull, almost sending him to the ground again. Taking a moment to steady himself Heath noticed he actually was. Looking at the blood that seeped pasts his pearl white teeth Heath felt the roll of laughter rise in his chest. His breath snorted out of his nose, and he realized that he was too bleeding. Shaking is head, the younger male tried to wipe the red substance from his snout. With his free hand he presented it in a peace offering as well as help the bloke off his ass.
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[html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Lannen's laughter quieted, tapering off as his face settled into a chagrined grin. He found his face level with an outstretched hand. He looked up at the young man, wondering for a moment. He had shared in the laughter, but who was to say that this dude wasn't just looking for another way to drop him back on his ass. The humiliation was likely to kill him, but he decided it didn't matter. He could rocket right back up and smack the yearling if he had to.
He accepted the hand back up and rose from the ground. He winced as his muscles twinged more than he wanted to admit. He chuckled under his breath. It seemed that the thin guy really packed a punch. "You hurtin' as much as I am, dude?" he said, grinning. Blood showed from between his teeth. He looked away for a moment and spat some on the ground on the other side of Heath.
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Heath felt the weight against his paw, and heaved backward. Drawing the other male upward, his arm and body sang with pain. It made him smile, the grin he wore only widened. It had bee stupid to think that this guy was anything other the alright. Heath had under estimated the fight he had in him as well. It had been a good brawl. Hell yeah, man. The French boy gave in a lazy aching voice. He wasn’t shamed to admit the pain he felt, he was nothing but proud of each scratch and bruise he had received.
Shaking his ear in hopes of ridden them and annoying ring, Heath found that he would have to take it easy for a day or two. His balance wasn’t the sturdiest and if he had known better he would have considered a concussion as well. He touched his nose tentatively, finding that it no longer bled freely. He smiled again,
Man, that head butt move was great. Golden eyes looked over the other face, eyeing any gashes Heath might have given him. The younger wolf had never thought to use his own head as a weapon, relying on his fists completely. It was a good trick, one he would save for the future.
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