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Fuck, growled the mountain.
Well, in fact, it hadn't been the mountain at all. The voice had merely been loudly spoken and sour, as if it should have been the mountain who spoke. Rather, it was a small coyote kid who was walking, her plain purple sundress ripped and travel-worn, a knapsack over her shoulder with essentials her mother had given her sitting on a nearby rock.
The Luperci herself was in as sorry a state as her clothing suggested. The bottoms of her feet were tender and sore; blood poked at the mountain face a little from where she had stepped prior, though only small, inconspicuous spots of it. Her shoulders slumped pathetically, and her eyes were squinted hard against the Nova Scotia sunshine. The sound of the sea pounding the shore not too far from there was evident, but hushed, as if the mountain wanted precedence over the petty waters.
Sadly, Akando couldn't care less for any of it. She sat down heavily near her back, sighing, and glared down the mountain face. Fuck you.
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___ It was true that Apollo had never really cared much for his father when he had been younger. Over the past few months, though, the young Haddix had gotten to know Pilot in more ways than just as a father. The former alpha was the happiest he had ever been since Apollo was born. He was glad that Pilot had something new to live for, but still wondered about his old life before the fire. Apollo had gone to Halcyon so that he might catch a glimpse of that past life – the times when Pilot had really been happy and in love.
___ The land cascading away from the mountains was barren, even a year after the fire had raged. It was impossible to visualize where any of the former packs had been, as the area was dotted with ferns and small shrubs. Even if it had retained the appearance of what it once had been, the boy of course would have never known. Either way, the sight was humbling. It was strange for him to think that he and his brother had been born the same night the fire had claimed the entire area.
___ He began his descent down the opposite side, intending to head back towards drifter bay, where La Chateau was situated by the shoreline. A hand brushed at the ripped jeans, wiping away the dirt that had gathered. His other clothes had been abandoned back at his home, aside from the ever present bandana. Apollo had even left the backpack, though wished he had brought merely so he could have filled one of the bottles of water inside. The climb had made him thirsty.
___ His gait slowed, mismatched eyes looking for the voice. For a moment he thought the words had been directed at him, but soon knew otherwise. Further down the mountain side Apollo could now see the form of a dress-clad coyote. She wasn’t looking in his direction, so he assumed she must have not spotted him yet. "You alright?" He called to her, hands held at his side cautiously as he made his way further down.
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Having not expected the mountain to respond to her outburst, Akando quite literally jumped to her feet when there was an answer. She spun around quickly, in what could almost be called a vicious motion, and very nearly snarled before she spotted the pure white man descending toward her. Her long ears slung back a little as she watched him, eyes narrowed a little distrustfully, for he was walking as though he didn't move across uneven ground very often; why that stuck out to her was quite beyond the little girl.
What's it to you? she called back sharply, quite honestly concerned with why somebody would give a damn. Clearly, she wasn't just gonna yell oaths out for the hell of it; of course she wasn't okay. While she hadn't exactly premeditated hostility, and her girlish figure didn't display it, her tone more than compensated. She felt kind of bad about the way she spoke so harshly, but swallowed it; it wasn't like he was gonna hurt a little girl, right?
She got a better look at him as he moved and she shifted forward on her feet. Sans for a pair of dirtied jeans and a shroud of blue peering out below his silver-white bangs, he was completely bare. He didn't look all that big or scary, certainly not an impressively ripped man, but he did look like he could run. That had to count for something.
Smoothing her purple dress out a little at the bottom, Akando turned from him and rummaged in her bag for something, anything, to drink. Her mother had supplied her with ample water, and she, of course, had been smart enough to fill the bottles when needbe. It wasn't for her benefit, though. It was some kind of repayment, some manner of alleviating him, for her comment before.
The coyote teen hoisted a mostly full bottle in the palm of her hand and, turning on a heel, held it up for the white wolf to see. Water? she called, hoping he could forgive the rudeness in her tone for it. Even though she was a feisty, quick-tempered young woman… It wasn't right to be an ass to anybody. Not really.
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___ It caught Apollo off guard when the girl got to her feet so quickly, spinning to face him with words tinged in venom. He shrugged, still working his way downward towards her. "Just thought I’d ask," he replied simply, wondering now if this trek would have been easier on four legs, rather than two. Both hands were outstretched, grasping at the broken rock so that he could shimmy down a small slope. Once he was on solid, relatively flat ground again, he let his gaze travel over to the girl. She had spun her frame away from him, and Apollo’s eyes danced at the hem of her dress as a small breeze caused it to wave against her legs. He looked up, however, when she spun around again with a water bottle propped in one hand.
___ He couldn’t deny that he was thirsty, and that water bottle was almost full. It was beckoning him, but Apollo wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. He didn’t reply right away, wondering if there was some hidden agenda. He knew it wasn’t true though – his mind just making things up for sake of entertainment. He smiled and nodded, "Sure, if you don’t mind." He made his way closer to her then, eyes skirting across the things that accompanied her. She looked much as Apollo had just weeks prior, when he had traveled back to Nova Scotia from Maine; he wondered where she had come from. "Been traveling?," he dared to ask, as he moved within yards from her. He wasn’t about to go take the water bottle from her hands, and instead waited until she would hand it over to him.
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