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POSTED: Sat Mar 10, 2012 3:53 pm

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Levent was used to cities, big cities that managed to be empty but bustling at the same time. The city meant skyscrapers and roads with dead cars, great artificial landmarks in the backdrop, sprawls of suburbia hosting luperci families. It meant narrow streets packed with merchants, and other streets devoid of all life. It meant rats in dumpsters whose contents had long rotted away and cats navigating old fences and fire escapes. It meant life and din in the commons areas and love and death in the deep alleyways. It was civilized and uncivilized in a way that the great expanses of wilderness could not be, and it called to a wholly different part of the man than the wolf inside of him.<p>
Halifax was not the same as the other cities; it had the empty but little else. A few scents hooked in his nostrils and dragged him around different paths, and there was plenty of evidence of canine activity: the remains of a shaken rat here, a bundle of blankets there, wet pawprints on pavement and something that looked suspiciously like a trap. He found himself disappointed, but then again, Nova Scotia was not like Europe. He’d known that coming here; it had been most of the reason he’d come here.<p>
Frowning, scratching the nape of his neck, the Turkish wolf decided that he might as well scavenge around. There had to be something interesting among the old buildings and decrepit cars, and even if this was not an area of immense traffic, he could go elsewhere to pawn off whatever he’d gathered. There were likely some fools in the area who didn’t know they could just come to the city to get such trinkets.<p>
He called Wilson close to his side, and the cat snorted as what looked like a rat whisked out of sight. Like with any new area, he wasn’t sure what types of individuals could be in the area, and he did not want his best friend eaten because of carelessness. Besides, he knew hawks and the like loved to perch on the high buildings.<p>
The nearest building, a squat antique shop of sorts, had a broken window. The hole didn’t look big enough for a wolf to fit through, so the merchant supposed any valuables were still left inside. He grinned up at the window, just a few feet out of reach, and then looked down at the tomcat.<p>
<b>“Want to hop in and open the door for me?”</b> Levent asked, brows raised.<p>
Wilson narrowed his yellow eyes and lifted a paw. <w>“Even if I could reach the door-handle—assuming it isn’t one of those bloody knobs—I have no thumbs.”</w> His whiskers twitched as his stern expression diffused into amusement, and he curled his tail with pleasure. <w>“You’ll have to do it yourself, mate.”</w><p>
The brown wolf scowled quickly, glancing back at the window. He knew he could fit through if the glass were out, but as it was, it seemed very sharp… Sighing, he removed his satchel and dropped it on the ground beside the cat, reaching back to make sure his head-cloth was tight as if that would do anything. <b>“<alt title="Wish me luck">Bana şans dileyin</alt>,”</b> he muttered to the purring feline, and leaped at the window.<p>
The glass shattered, and it might have cut him if not for his thick fur. He fell down onto a table that broke under his weight and landed among many baubles and doohickeys. Groaning, he lifted his head then stared in confusion at a second source of light coming into the shop—the crack of a door.<p>
Wilson beamed at him as he slunk in. <w>“Well, blow me; it was already open.”</w><p>
Levent blinked, clenched his fists as he pushed himself into a seated position, and burst into raucous guffaws.


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POSTED: Wed Mar 14, 2012 11:35 am

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apologies my dear!
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Eirias had returned a little while ago with no letters. It had saddened the grey male greatly to know that his family, and Neela, didn't particularly want to speak to him. Had his move damaged them that badly that they would ignore his letters? He didn't know. Saul didn't know how he felt about it, but sadness was definitely on the top of his list. Green eyes had turned around the room when Eir had returned, talons empty of letters that he might have been sent back with. Of course, the utter joy that the bird had managed to get back to Ichika and deliver the letters, and then return back to him was something he should be overjoyed about and Saul had praised the bird for his intelligence. There was still a lot of work to do with the falcon and Saul felt as though he was stretched a little thin. Now that Temeraire was growing steadily, he was far more active than Saul was used to. And while Saul knew that it wasn't his job to breath down his sons neck all day every day, he couldn't relinquish the protective hold he had over his son. He was pleased that the boy got on well with Ezra's son Elias, even if the latter was a few months older than the former. Saul wanted to begin teaching Temeraire about a few things, but he internally refrained- his son was a bit too young to be forced to sit down and learn about reading and writing, especially since he had no opposable thumbs to practise with.<br><br>

His surprise was well confined when a dark shadow had appeared a few days ago, a moody expression on her face. Saul recognised her however as Neela's bird Grynn and he'd been more than happy to receive the letter that his friend had sent. It gave her apologies, as well as telling him about the upset in Ichika. It pained him to no end that his home was bubbling beneath the surface, just waiting to erupt, but there was also a small part of him that was relieved he'd removed himself from that situation. Had he stayed, he probably would have turned nasty with X'yrin, even at the risk of upsetting his adopted father. According to Neela's letter though, X'y had demoted two of the strongest members of the pack because of the two of them killing. He refrained from making judgement on their punishments, but Saul knew Saluce and Jace would have acted so under the most severe of circumstances and they only would have done it to protect the pack.<br><br>

Today, Saul thought it would be a nice idea to take Eirias into Halifax and test his agility. While the buildings were no longer tall, there was still lots of hazards for the bird to avoid. As they'd made their way over to the crumbling city, Saul had talked at the bird endlessly, pleased when the white Gyrfalcon had managed to repeat the word "Fly". Saul had ripped off a small chunk of rabbit meat he used to train the bird and thrown it high in the air, pleased when the bird made a swooping descent to catch it. It was around midday when the two arrived in Halifax and something immediately had the birds attention. Before Saul could get control of his avian companion, the bird took off into a hunting spiral and Saul caught what the bird was aiming for. A bright white cat stood outside the door to a better-made house as a large Luperci broke through the window of said house to obtain entrance. EIRIAS NO! Saul bellowed, racing towards the cat and owner as Eirias swooped down. Luckily, the cat had pushed open the door and disappeared inside as Eir tried to grasp at his retreating tail.<br><br>

Saul approached cautiously, holding out his arm and firmly calling to Eirias. Eir, come. He said and the bird reluctantly hopped over the ground and up onto his arm. Saul winced softly as razor sharp talons gripped his arm, reminding himself that it would be wise to find a pad of leather to save himself the injury. Standing outside the door, Saul heard voices from inside and coughed softly. I'm sorry about that- Eir is young and hasn't quite got the commands yet... Saul called out, hoping that neither of them were hurt, although they did appear to have already been breaking in. With a stern look to Eirias, Saul approached the door, pushing it further open and letting sunlight flood the area, revealing a dark Luperci on the floor, the white cat standing by his side.
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POSTED: Sat Mar 17, 2012 1:03 pm

[html]<center><div class="Kadencat"><div class="ooc"><b>Word Count :: 404</b> Nothing to apologize for! :o</div><p>

Despite his reverence for all animals, Levent knew the time to kill—the time to defend himself and those he cared about and to keep them fed. When his blue eyes opened and he saw the shadow skating past where Wilson had been standing, he did not hesitate to reach back and grasp one of his throwing knives, causing the cat to blink and speed over to him with bristling tail. A bird of prey would be a difficult target, but mostly he hoped that the raptor would be deterred by the sight of a luperci alone and that he wouldn’t have to throw one of the blades. He might even be able to talk the feathered beast out of it, since he knew at least the very basics of their dialect.<p>
The sound of a canine voice made him tuck the knife back into its pouch on his shoulder, and he rocked himself to his feet. The cat shook his head when he reached out with his arms to give him a good place to jump up, and with a shrug he turned his gaze toward the wolf standing in the doorway now.<p>
<b>“Do you feed him?”</b> Levent asked bluntly, but the would-be criticizing statement was softened by the smile that tweaked his lips upward. Of course the newcomer would be taller than he was by more than a foot, but he did seem younger and his apology only made that more evident.<p>
<b>“He is beautiful,”</b> he allowed after another moment, his eyes finding the white-morphed gyrfalcon perched on the wolf’s arm. The dappling of black in snowy plumage was selcouth but lovely, and he was smiling almost moronically before the cat bit his ankle and caused him to yelp.<p>
<w>“He has an owner,” </w>Wilson meowed flatly. <w>“I’m not letting you form up a bloody menagerie while we’re here.”</w> In an uncharacteristic display of boldness and confidence, he turned to the timber wolf and nodded coolly. <w>“I’m Wilson, and the nutter here is Levent.”</w><p>
The feline took a seat, tail curled around himself, head set prim and proper, and the Turkish man stifled a giggle. He always introduced the both of them to strangers; Wilson usually remained curled and suspicious on his shoulder. Why he was suddenly so sure of himself now was beyond him—but he did his best to keep a straight face when the cat gave him an annoyed glance.



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POSTED: Mon Mar 19, 2012 7:58 pm

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-chews on raze-butt-
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Wide green eyes watched as the dark figure inside the house offered his arms to the white cat, who refused with a shake of its head. It was a strange interaction, but Saul had spent enough time around non-canine animals to recognise someone who was also used to having other animals around. The bird on his arm was heavy, but Saul knew in a few months time he would have grown enough to be a burden to his arm. For now, Eir was more than happy perch on Saul's arm, dark grey eyes fixed on the pale cat as accented words came from the depths. Saul was about to retort when the man stepped into the light, a softer smile on his lips. Saul chuckled softly, stroking the birds breast as he shuffled, re-griping Saul's arm with dagger-like talons. Ah, he gets fed enough. He's just a hunter- your companion there caught his attention. Saul offered in return, an amiable lilt to his voice as he stepped back and allowed the two to come out into the daylight. <br><br>

Cinnamon backed ears flashed forward as the compliment came and Saul glanced towards his bird with appreciation. He is indeed Saul agreed, his arm flexing softly as it tried to move the gripping talons into a more comfortable position. Both the Stormbringer and the bird jumped however as the dark males yelp caused them to look down at his ankle, being released by the feline captor that had seen fit to bite the man. A grin etched onto the males lips- it was amusing, the comical value the two presented had certainly amused the man. Of course, he hadn't expect that the cat would be rather fluent in canine high speech. Ears flashed back for a moment as the man was chastised for coveting his bird. Saul remained silent- it didn't seem to him to be appropriate to comment on the cat's obvious famililiarity and banter with the wolf. He didn't refrain from speaking however as the white cat introduced the two.<br><br>

Its nice to meet you Wilson, and Levent. I'm Saul Stormbringer and this is my bird Eirias... as I'm sure you heard me shout.<br><br>

He chuckled, running a claw down the birds breast once more to soothe him. Saul would probably send the falcon home soon enough- it hurt his arm to hold him for long periods of time, he was rather big. What are you two up to today? He asked, green eyes looking towards the door that had opened, and then the shattered window that had been the wolves means of entering. A grin took his lips and he hoped that the man wouldn't see his asking of what they were doing- everyone had done the same thing at one time or another, none of this belonged to anyone anymore.
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POSTED: Fri Mar 23, 2012 4:32 pm

[html]<center><div class="Kadencat"><div class="ooc"><b>Word Count :: 284</b> Razebutt writes short post!</div><p>

<b>“Oh, Wilson <i>does</i> look delicious, doesn’t he?”</b> Levent agreed brashly when the green-eyed man explained his gyrfalcon’s intentions. His tone was for the sake of his feline companion, more of a jab at him than for the wolf’s ears. It had its intended effect, anyway; the feline stiffened from his shoulders to the tip of his tail in one fluid movement, and Lev laughed. <b>“He’s used to having people trying to kill him. It’s a pity, but at least we don’t have to worry about your bird once he learns not to dive at everything in sight.”</b> The obnoxious tone of voice had faded away into something more serious, and a quick glance at the stranger showed that he hoped the bird would get some training.<p>
After the tomcat got his payback, however, the joking mood faded away though it was no less friendly. The Turkish luperci continued to admire the bird, although he wasn’t envious of the grip of talons on the man’s arm. He smirked sheepishly at the question, his blue eyes following the others’ to the various ways of entry into the old shop.<p>
<b>“Looking for shiny things,”</b> Levent answered, turning his nose up. <b>“I was born and raised a merchant”</b>—not too untrue considering his father and his own eventual occupation, even if he was a thieving street rat during his youth—<b>“and I’ve not gotten out of the habit of searching for more things to trade.”</b> He crossed his arms and nodded at the falcon’s claws. <b>“Might be able to get hold of a gauntlet or something for you; that can’t be comfortable.”</b> He idly traced a cat-scratch-scab on his own arm, muttering under his breath, <b>“<alt title="If you're not a masochist.">Eğer mazoşist değilseniz.</alt>”</b>




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