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Clouds stretched across the sky, hiding blue behind a mask of gray. Beppe had found a strange pathway, one that wound itself through the forest like a serpent lost on land, and he followed it. The snow had barely fallen down to the narrow path, lighting instead on the tips of the trees, but the snowflakes that were fortunate enough to make it down to earth were preserved by what seemed to be permanent shade. The stocky male left deep footprints in the icy snow as he walked, his eyes fixed on the space carved in front of him. He had no clue what was going to appear ahead, if anything. Perhaps the path merely carried through until it reached the other side of the woods, dumping him out on plains that were almost exactly the same as what he had been on before he entered the forest. Though he was anticipating something different, even common land would be okay. The adventure was in the journey itself, and it had been a long time since the wolf had followed a path without knowing where it led, at the complete mercy of whatever creatures had created it.
His anticipation was justified when the woods seemed to thin out, a little copse opening up in front of him. There were little houses with odd red rooves, constructed with brick in a style that Beppe hadn't seen before, though they were reminiscent of some structures he had seen when in Europe. The solitude of the place was almost unnerving, and the wolf wondered if the ghosts of its old inhabitants still roamed about, and if their bones were still in the bedrooms they died in. Thinking of it gave him chills, the type that was more than just that of a nippy day. The feeling seemed to leak into his bones and move through his veins, but he savoured it. Someone else's misery was much sweeter than his own, though he drank both readily.
He did not move far as he observed the strange village, taking only a few staggering steps forward. The canopy of clouds lit everything evenly, and the old structures seemed to glow with a ghostly light. Beppe would investigate in a moment, but for now he had to take in the big picture, press the image into his mind as if to make the first impression outlast anything else he would ever see.
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-sneaks into thread- I've been here all along, mhmm. >.>; Thanks for starting, btw! 548
The Italian man was on a mission. The task was not a difficult one, but it brought out a touch of that familiar wanderlust to him again. Usually the man found his own odd reasons for venturing to the lands and locations both strange and familiar, though this time he did not go out to quell some of that unending curiosity of his own. Instead, he was seeking out something that would capture the attention of his children and tame their own youthful curiosity. On a whim, the male took off to find some interesting little object that he could bring back to his four little ones in Phoenix Valley. He loved to spoil those little pups, and he thought it would be fun to surprise them with something unusual when he ventured back to their home in the Valley. The problem was determining exactly what he should get for them.
He thought some sort of old human trinket would be interesting and entertaining enough to hold the attention of the four youths, though he was unsure exactly what he could get. It had occurred to him that he could also make them a little gift with the carpentry skills he was slowly mastering, but that same uncertainty struck him with that idea. When such a block popped up and prevented him from taking on a new task with his wood-working hobby, the Dreamer male usually found himself roaming the streets of Halifax in search of inspiration. It occurred to him that he could kill two birds with one stone if he were to make his way to the concrete jungle. There was an endless supply of trinkets he could both salvage from the city and draw inspiration from.
But as he began to leave the lands of the Dreamers, venturing out to the city itself once again suddenly felt like such a menial task to him. The Marino man initially decided to forgo his task until another day and instead took to a path he had never ventured before. He didn’t realize until mid-way through his journey that he had managed to wander in a direction quite far from the familiar city, though as luck would have it, he managed to find himself approaching what appeared to be a small town. The place was rather isolated from the rest of the world and the buildings held that same sort of sad desolation that those in the city did, but whole area had a calm sort of charm to it. Ehno immediately felt drawn to the little place and the determination to complete the task he had set aside previously now came back to him.
The chocolate hued male directed himself to a small house nearby, amber gaze admiring the simple charm of the building. It was quite a contrast from the mansion back home in Crimson Dreams, and it called to mind the quaint little cabin Naniko and the children called home in Phoenix Valley. The Marino man headed to the front door of the building and stepped inside, and began to hum an old tune he had learned as a child. Being so absorbed in his task, he wasn’t even aware that he was no longer the only soul admiring the remnants of this small town.
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The silence seemed like a tangible substance, like a thick liquid that covered the village before him and stifled anything that dared to make a noise. The songs of the birds in the distance drifted through the thick quiet, seeming as if they were miles away. Beppe could not hear the noises that the other wolf was making as he explored the village, but he spotted a glimpse of movement, a dark abstracted shape against the brightness of the snow. It took a moment for him to convince himself that it wasn't just an aberration of vision, but when he convinced himself that there was someone there he started to walk towards the heart of the buildings. His steps were slow and perhaps a little cautious, and as he walked his eyes traced lines across the inverted Vs of the rooves and the bold white squares that surrounded the windows. This place was strangely enchanting, with a timeless charm, and Beppe admired its seclusion. It was strange, though, that there was someone else there, and it was towards the building that the other had disappeared into that Beppe aimed his steps.
Without a word, the ebony male stepped through the same door that the other had. Once inside, he followed the other's humming, finding the tune rather familiar. It was after a few moments that Beppe could see the wolf that he had been following and he stopped in his tracks, not wanting to get too close. He hadn't yet said a word, and perhaps his behaviour had been slightly creepy. In this small house, it was likely that the lighter colored wolf would be surprised and perhaps shocked by the realization that Beppe was there - unless he had known all along and was luring him into the depths of the house to kill him - and the male didn't want to be close enough to hit. The words to the song that the other was humming had suddenly flitted into Beppe's head, though, and they would not be happy to stay in there. As gently as he could, the Italian sang in tune, "Sul mare luccica l'astro d'argento, placida è l'onda, prospero è il vento..."
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Ehno’s amber gaze easily adjusted to the dim lighting within the small building, and he quickly took to examining the large room he found himself it. A sparse spattering of wooden furniture decorated the room, and a stone fireplace loomed along the opposite wall. He directed himself toward the old fireplace, still cheerfully humming the old tune as he walked. It seemed as if the only objects around were those that were necessary, no useless items that would clutter up the room and stifle it. There was quite a contrast between many of the buildings within the larger city and the interior of the Haven Manor back in Crimson Dreams. Yet this peculiar place seemed to take it another step further, appearing to be even further removed from the modern concrete jungle known as Halifax. His inspection of the building revealed a simplistic charm that seemed to flow throughout the entire city, drawing him in quite easily. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the sprawling city he was used to navigating.
Suddenly a voice seemed to materialize out from the silence putting words to the old Italian tune he hummed. He nearly jumped in surprise at the unexpected singing, turning quickly. Another male had somehow appeared behind him. So lost he had been in his curious observations and light-hearted tune that he hadn’t even noticed the stranger approach. It was almost as if the darker-furred male had suddenly arrived out of thin air. This little village had appeared to be so quiet and secluded that the Marino man did not expect to find himself in the company of another while here. Ehno wondered briefly if he was perhaps trespassing within this male’s home. But the building here showed no signs of being recently disturbed, nor did the male exude any feelings of hostility. He smiled after a moment and continued the song where the other male left off. “Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia.”
It seemed strange to him that this male would know a tune native to Italy way out here on lands across the ocean. What was more, the stranger’s pronunciation of the words were spot on, not stilted at all by the accents of other languages. Could it be that this other wolf spoke the language of his birthplace as well? "Lei ha il buono gusto nelle canzoni," he said with a laugh. If his assumptions were correct, the ebony male would have no trouble understanding his words. He eagerly hoped to hear a response from him in his native tongue. He so rarely had the privilege of speaking and listening to the lyrical language outside of his family, and he would relish any opportunity to use it when he could. Perhaps he had somehow found himself in a rare situation where he could speak with someone who understood the majesty of his homeland. How lucky he would be if that were so.
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