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Anyone is fine.

my nymphetamine girl !

The rain fell in dense sheets, making the earth loudly whisper. His fur was damp, and in some areas along his neck and back he was drenched to the skin. He hadn't seen a downpour like this in weeks. Kansas had never cared one way or the other about rain. He didn't even see it as an inconvenience, really. Today, the cool spring day coupled with the chill of the rain left him feeling invigorated and energetic. He moved at a steady jog, all four legs soaked through and flecked with mud. Savina was back at the Manor - he worried about her getting sick in weather like this, but the mansion was warm and sheltered.



His travels brought him west of Crimson Dreams. Back in Serena Reserve, he'd caught a fat rabbit and devoured it quickly before moving on. He knew he where he was headed: AniWaya. It was why he was going there that he didn't quite know. Perhaps part of it was because Ember was now one of its members. The new pack was a mystery to him; as far as he knew, he had no meaningful ties to it other than his sister. And he missed her. They hadn't been together in months. He thought of her often these days; he wondered if she was the same optimistic girl he remembered. With a short sigh, the Sadira paused after he had passed the borders of the pack. He sat back on his haunches, bright eyes absently tracing the shapes of the flowers growing in a clump nearby. Maybe he would see his dark sister today, maybe not. For the moment, he was content in the rain.




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Mahlouk was alone as he jogged through Aniwaya terratory. Usually he had Boo his brown teddy bear companion with him, but when he went out on the hunt he didn't like to bring Boo. When it came down to him changing the male wolf didn't like anyone seeing what his shifted form looked like. Moving towards the nearest water he walked in as a wolf lapping the water and letting the dirt get out of his coat. He remembered in his old pack the shaman using a wash to make his coat stay white, but now that he had left the constant dirt made him look grey.

Pupiless azure eyes looked into the liquid. His reflection was haunting, the scars and beads made him cringe as he remembered the pain of the knifes and the flames as they saterized the wounds. Grumbling he looked around his face blank like always. Taking a deep breath Mahlouk shifted. He was tall and just as intimidating in this form as his other one. His mane was long and white streaked with the same blood stains as his coat.

After only a few moments the smell of a strange wolf came to his nose. Shifting back quickly the large wolf started for where he had smelt the other. His large ears were laid back on his skull as he trotted on long legs closer. Finally he found the white male. Watching from a far his emotionless face never stopped looking at the male. The moment the other noticed him Mahlouk knew he would put his eyes to the ground. The habit of not meeting peoples eyes would never be broken. The scarred male took a deep breath and walked even closer the rain starting to come down harder.

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Anyone is fine.

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Kansas never bothered with keeping his coat spotless. He didn't see the point of spending time cleaning himself off when he never knew when he would get dirty again. As a teen, he'd been much more concerned about it, but now things like that seemed stupid to him. Besides, his coat didn't ever get obscenely filthy (although today was an entirely different story).



About a half hour passed, and he young man spent that time taking in the areas of AniWaya that he could see from where he sat - the beginning of a field was ahead, rimmed by forest. With the sprouting wildflowers, Kansas could see why Ember had chosen to live here. He was sure there were other reasons, but he knew he had little to no chance of ever knowing them, even if he did see her today. His siblings rarely shared things like that with him.



He was surprised when the sounds of someone approaching caught his attention. Kansas watched as the male neared, and at first, he seemed like no more than a pale-colored wolf, like him. But as he drew up to him, the Sadira noticed the array of scars and beads decorating his body, the brown collar around his neck. His eyes were bright but lacked pupils - something Kansas had never seen before and found frightening. The other didn't speak. He merely came slightly closer as the downpour intensified. "Ah... hello," he began. "I'm... my name is Kansas." Hopefully this might prompt the scarred wolf to give his name as well.



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