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From the place called Tir Na Nog, to a place that had been vaguely described to him. A place of two cities, with a river slicing them in half. If he remembered correctly, the locale was called Inverness. Danya had decided that the civilization of it all was strange – especially compared to the relative feralness that he had grown up with. There had been no castles, no ruins, no cities in such a harsh tundra. Only elk herds and the Imperatoria family. They lived and died by their teeth and claws, giving themselves to the First, thanking him when they had another day to live, to breath, to conquer. Life here was inherently different. It revolved around politics and guilds. While he was familiar with politics – they existed anywhere sentient beings existed, for it was the way life worked when creatures had thoughts and feelings and opinions – he was unfamiliar with the term guilds.

Danya knew enough to know that in terms of politics, there were three factions, each seemingly against each other for various reasons that he was yet to grasp. There was also, he found out, four different guilds that one could belong to. When they had been described, he felt drawn to the chaotic wildness of the Thieves’ Guild, and while he was uncertain as to what such a thing meant. He would need to find someone willing to speak about such a thing, that knew beyond what Aurelia could tell him of the realm that was ruled by a man named Adamh, a king, a ruler that held sway over a far bigger reach than Danya had seen before.

As he walked along the river’s edge, the bite of winter threatened to wriggle through his naturally thick, tundra-ready coat. He was unbothered by it, even unbothered by the wetness of his paws as he trekked along. He was alone for now, but he had promised to go back to fetch his prize, when he had found finished exploring at least one new place, to learn the realm and the wolves within it. His two-toned gaze traveled farther up the bank, seeing the cities rise above the horizon with each passing moment, each passing step. Had he been one to appreciate things beyond the baser things in life, the man would have been awestruck by the sight. But, truly, he was curious. He had never been in a ‘city’ before. It would be a novel experience for him, and one that he hoped he relished in for the time being.

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He reached the city’s edge – finally – and as he did he came to a stop. It was not made by paws, but he was uncertain what had created such structures. He started in, keeping himself away from the crowds, uncertain if they all somehow knew each other, and would spot an outsider as a threat. He did not understand – yet – how it all worked and thrived as it seemed to be doing. From the alleyways he meandered through, he caught glimpses of streets, of wolves trading and selling food, or anything else they could manage in the harsh climate that seemed to keep hold of the ‘highlands.’ A scent touched his nose, alerting him that he was not alone in the darkness that he clung to. A quiet growl rumbled in his throat, soft but distinct to his voice.



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Satchel
Still got the scars on my back from your knife

How beautiful it was, to possibly escape himself.

Going round and round in circles, as if dreaming might be just out of grasp. As he wandered, he wonders. Exactly what sort of beast he might be. After all, his track record wasn't completely perfect. Despite everything, dictatorship was trust upon his heart. A slow feeling of nothing at all, molten gaze cast on the snow.

As he approached the waters edge,a subtle outline of grey and white caught his attention. Curiosity always killed the wolf. He was careful in his approach, eyes the color of the sun shining through everything. A slow glance, emerging soft. To faces world was to face everything. He had good instincts about him ever, and it was with this impulse that he fully displayed himself.

A glorious splash of mundane ivory, he kept it respectful distance at first. So different from everything he was used to. The old part of him might have devoured on sight. Now all he had left, this was it. A slight huff, and then. "Hello boy." he had no disrespect in his voice, just the markings of gray upon his face. A slight hesitation, and then he took an inch closer but only an inch.

"Need any help? as lame an introduction if there ever was. However there's a slight quiver of kindness behind the rough. Standing firm upon himself, I wistful cast upon the Stars. It only, if only.

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Danya found himself eyeing the figure, ears flicking slightly to make sure that others hadn’t decided to approach him from behind. He stood with his head and tail held high, confidence and an ever-present ‘dare me to’ attitude hung over the man’s shoulders like a thick winter cloak. The stranger approached. The other was an ivory pelted man, a creature of snow only, rather than a mixture of smoke and stone that Danya himself was. The Imperatorian man’s head tilted slightly to the side as the stranger came to stop a little bit away – a respectable distance, the politeness surprising.

”Hello boy,” the baritones of the other man rumbled in Danya’s ears. He blinked, two-toned eyes glazing over the other, reading his body language. Aside from the shagginess of the other’s coat, there was nothing that would imply to Danya that the other was aggressive. The stranger seemed to be travel-worn, and while Danya himself didn’t expect that his winter thick coat would look much better at the moment – he hadn’t devoted much time in making sure his paws were clean, or that his coat lay flat outside of a shake or a trek through a puddle. Regardless of his at the moment unassuming appearance, almost haggard as it was, the man had Danya’s full attention.

”Hello,” Danya said back, giving a small dip of his head in an effort to be polite. After all, this time he had to worry about such niceties. With Aurelia, he hadn’t, although he wouldn’t have given much to her anyway. But, the stranger before him was of the stronger sex, and therefore required some politeness, as his natal pack had taught him.

”Need any help?” The stranger asked.

”Perhaps not help, but information would be welcomed as well. If you’re willing to offer, stranger.” His head canted to the side, as he waited to see what the other’s response would be to his request.



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