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Purpose was something the musician had tried to strive to get associated with his name, always had the Lykoi dreamed of finding himself dreaming of having been remembered for something noble, for something that he actually--Well, did for someone else. But those aspirations were killed by his habits, he had traded so much for his substances, and not given anything to those who mattered most. Perhaps desperation in instinct, or perhaps the apparent severity of the Hurricane and what it would take away from the Tribe, perhaps the Ayastigi had to try. And why not? He had done something, had an illegitimate child with one of the members, and yet they still let him into their ranks, and let him take the profession path he desired. Something that truly defined fair.

Jac found himself grateful for the thick coat of fur bunching around his neck, thicker than his Lupus and Optime fur. Why had he never utilized Secui? What a waste, all these years. And with the wind biting his face, and the battering of rain on his coat, it really wasn't all that bad. It seemed, some had become detached in the storm, lost from the heart of the Village, and probably without the essentials. Jacinto had given himself a mission, to find whomever was lost. The Warrior had set out when the storm had died down for at least half an hour, where all was not bad until this moment.

It was not easy to work with, just like his hunting excursion, the circumstances were the same. The wind was too strong to get a good scent, and the rain altogether muddled out everything. It was disappointing, to know those very realities challenged him so. As he walked, one foot acting as a barrier to keep the wind from pushing him back, the other planting him one step ahead. His gashed foreleg bothered him slightly, even though bandaged. Injuries often got in his way, and the storm was no question. Things were becoming hopeless, as orange eyes searched for stray lost AniWayans through the darkening twilight, nothing came up. And finally he called out, hoping his cry would be the thing an other would hear.


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(515) Unatsi is in Lupus form, and his spirit guide is not visible. Smile



Unatsi is by Miyu!

He hadn’t meant to get lost. He hadn’t meant to step outside, really, but some orders of business could not be attended to in the presence of other Luperci, and it had become pressing especially with the rain pouring down on everything and the streams pooling outside in the Village and just general liquid everywhere, and so he’d stepped out for just a quick little moment only to see some movement through the haze of rain blowing sideways. His mind jumped immediately to the conclusion that someone else was out there and lost, or otherwise some sad animal was wasting away and he’d have to either save it or bring its corpse in for the others. A good meal would be nice, though, even a bedraggled rabbit or something, just something to do while everyone was cooped up and waiting for the hurricane to end, if it ever would.

Anyway, Unatsikanogeni had bravely stormed off into the storm (heh) and tried to smell his way to the sad little rabbit or deer or Tribeswolf or whatever was out in the spirits-forsaken rain. And, of course, as only he could, he’d gotten turned around just a few yards away from the village and now found himself out in the middle of AniWaya territory, soaking and shivering and making pathetic hiccupping sounds that might’ve been sobs of panic if he could not be pathetic about everything.

And, of course, to top it all off, Udanvti wasn’t guiding him back.

“That’s your point, really,” the red wolf growled to her as he hunched in an open field, grass smacking him in the face and clods of dirt flying, but luckily not much more. “You’re a spirit guide, you’re supposed to guide me, and while that is metaphorical there’s no law stating that it has to be; I mean, you can easily just trudge along with your spiritual form and, y’know, call over your shoulder every once in a while, make sure I haven’t wasted away in the rain or gotten bashed on the head with a flying cow.”

The doe smiled gently at him but said nothing else, which absolutely aggravated him. He knew she was making a point not to coddle him, and to let him do everything on his own, but this should very well be an exception to the rule, “this” being a bloody hurricane and all. He huffed loudly, only to see her ears stand up; that was the last he did see of her before she seemed to disappear with the rain. He huffed again, this time in a panic, and scrambled onto all fours before he thought he heard a yapping howl break through the sound of the gales. Unless he was hallucinating, of course, that was always an option.

“I’m over here!” Unatsi howled back, bounding toward the hazy figure through the rain. Of course, his paw hit a muddy rut in the ground and he fell on his chin with a pathetic yelp, coughing for a moment before he looked up at the coyote headed toward him. “It’s about time!”

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Jac has always been a creep...excuse his valiant efforts at not being a creep :|

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Jacinto's biggest fear at the moment had caught his heart in a grip, as exciting and painful as the search was turning out to be. Rain stung his face as it hit the tawny canine square on, and the wind chilled his soaked bones as he pressed on. His nose didn't seem to be working, which was simply just more prominant as he tried. Because surely, a nose-ful of wind and wet did not help. The elements refused to take his side, which by the minute did not persuade the former Infernian to try as hard. Perhaps his efforts were in vain...

The coyote's heart leapt from his chest to his throat as an answering call overwhelmed the wind for a second, believing it not to be true yet. Jac swallowed his disbelief, pressing on towards the sound until a form came into view. Obviously, another AniWayan. Cinto watched in shock while the other fell clumsily into the sodden mud, seeing as showing any form of amusement was not valid at this time. Slinking through the almost constant rain, the Lykoi bent his head to the other. Think we can make it back? Or... The Ayastigi glanced around, half lidded eyes shielding glowing-ember orbs from the water --Is it to much?

His fur was soaked through by now, and a shiver ran through his lean body until he brought himself to shake it off. His dark nose pressed the other in the side, urging him to stand and get the heck out of this place. The trees swayed back and forth...And didn't seem too sturdy at this point. Teeth chattering beneath his rusty-hued muzzle, the Lykoi managed softly, yet audible enough to hear I think I know the way back, c'mon. More and more the trees seemed to look precarious...And more did the coyote's heart thump in his chest.


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