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Post by StarShine on Sept 29, 2008 21:26:45 GMT -5
He was an unnoticed face in the sea of people and werewolves as was his custom, yet even so he was an oddity if noted. The old fashioned, open market at the edge of town was mostly frequented by werewolves who wished to purchase certain items not easily found in everyday areas; items such as packets of boar's blood.
Granted, everyday areas had the odd trinket here and there as well, what with so many werewolves residing on the Island. Or he thought them odd, at least.
In any case, he enjoyed the items that could be had in this place, as well as the ease of slipping into the crowd, unnoticed. It was simply his nature to flow, bend and absorb, so areas that made such things easier were his most frequent haunts.
At that particular moment he was observing some of the intricate bone jewelry to be had in a nearby cart. Perhaps there would be something of interest, perhaps not. In either case, it was intriguing to observe the other shoppers that held a similar interest in the trinkets.
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Post by Llamadog on Sept 30, 2008 17:34:24 GMT -5
Guy noticed him from across the market. It was obvious that this cub had to have been a Uratha (member of the Changing breeds of werewolves), but not one for too long because the forlorn look of wonder in his eyes glowed like the eyes of a child. Guy smiled as he strolled through the crowd, nimbly dodging every shoulder piloting swiftly around every obstacle. The closer he got to the cub, the more he could smell it. Uratha scent was hard to ignore. Well, at least for those with a near canine sense of smell rather than the barbaric sense of humans.
His hand gently glided along the back of the cub. Guy closed his eyes and took in the scent of the cub. It was clean. How does a cub smell clean? His voice purred out in a thick french accent.
Well there, my darling little cub, what brings you to a disgustingly human venue such as this?
A man, overhearing this statement, glared at Guy and shouted.
Eh? Buddy? What the hell did you just say. You on drugs or something? We all human here. [/color]
Guy smiled at the gentleman who shouted rudely at him and responded,
My dear gentleman, you are correct I am human, however if you keep rudely believing that you are even a part of this conversation; I will prove to you how much of an animal I can be. [/color]
Sheepishly, like all prey can be, the man silenced himself and walked away.
Now, my dear cub, please tell me what brings you to the island.
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Post by StarShine on Oct 1, 2008 6:29:14 GMT -5
It was rather hard to miss the large male strutting across the marketplace. It was even harder when you were nearly run down by him.
Rhi'hanan had been moving with the crowd when the flow was quiet abruptly redirected. A smooth step back was all that was required for the continued safety of his currently un-trampled ribs. A slightly raised brow was all the reaction this warranted, though he did indulge his curiosity and track where his would-be hit and run friend was going.
Some lad, was the first thought to ripple to the surface of his mind, quickly followed by the possibility of a little brother that had run off. There had been too much purpose and determination in his stride for it to have been a son, lacked that sense of near-panic urgency.
The large hands stroked the boy's back as if smoothing fur, the fingers slightly curled, the nails thick and ragged. He knew that clawed curve; werewolf.
Shrugging it off, he turned back to move with the others, letting the soft rumble of the one that nearly ran him down fade into the crowd, unheeded.
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Post by Llamadog on Oct 1, 2008 11:39:47 GMT -5
Guy grabbed the cub's shoulder and spun him around in order to see him face to face.
My friend, it is rude to ignore your elders, especially when they are talking to you. Now, what brings you to the island and what makes you think you can rush off with such great urgency.
Guy smiled, baring all of his teeth and glared at the cub. Most humans would have thought nothing of it, but to an Uratha this was a sign that he meant business. New cubs, especially fledglings, were Guy's business. He had been sent by the Moonshadow Clan to make sure that all newcomers and cubs were made aware of the laws and those that govern the laws of Montreal, and he did not like being ignored.
Guy drew in close to the cub and whispered,
Don't worry about the boy, if you need him followed trust in my connections rather than wasting your time chasing after a mere human[/font][/size]. [/b] [/color]
Guy dusted off the cubs shoulders and straightened out the tatters that he was wearing. Guy looked like he meant business. He wore a dark sport-coat, with a crimson dress shirt and black tie underneath. His pants were well pressed and black covering the well-polished shoes underneath. Guy was not a rich man, but he knew how to dress, as the humans refer to it, assez bon pour manger.
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Post by StarShine on Oct 1, 2008 12:59:01 GMT -5
It seemed the boy was finally calming down, no matter who it was that had found him. Not that it much mattered at that point, as this same man that had nearly trampled him, the one with the hands he distinctly noted to be werewolf hands, seemed rather intent on glaring him into the ground.
Rhi'hanan couldn't help but think that if he had a tail at that moment it'd be hanging to the ground.
Speaking of werewolves and tails, why was he intent about referring to everyone Else as a 'mere human'?
One thing was sure, he wasn't about to ask.
"In regards to your question, I simply wandered here for no reason other than seeing what there was to see and hearing what there was to here. For the experience, you might say. If it is a problem, however, then I would gladly depart."
That hadn't been the stranger's only question, but he thought it the one that truly interested him. The knowledge that seeing some lost lad had triggered some sort of protective state within him wasn't exactly necessary. But then, he couldn't figure why any of this would be. Few ever truly noted him, as his lightly tanned hide blended with any shadow, any crowd.
"If you'll excuse me, then, I'll no longer be a bother. Good day."
His jaw was set firmly, his back straight, voice calm. There wasn't the slightest hint of fear because honestly, he wasn't afraid. Few knew better than he himself did that it was more than possible to submit without real fear; all it took was respect.
His eyes, however, never rose above this other's cheek line, his head tilted forward ever so slightly, else his lack of fear be mistaken for arrogance. He had found such things useful while he was young and they had simply grown into behavioral traits for him over the years. He also refrained from pulling away, waiting to be properly excused instead of assuming the brief meeting was done with. This stranger, whoever he was, had noted it rude to ignore one's elders. Brushing them off would probably not get the very best of reactions.
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Post by Llamadog on Oct 1, 2008 13:12:26 GMT -5
Thank you for responding. Now, tell me, what business do you have with that child over there? He is neither Uratha nor is of any other of the changing breeds. What makes him so special? [/b]
Guy continued to keep his eyes fixed directly upon the cub's. Continuing to assert his dominance. His green eyes flickered brightly in the daylight, the thought of introducing him to the town he sought to experience. Guy was a teacher by trade, preferred to keep it that way, but the best foundation for education is continuous respect forged by the assertion of who was to be dominant and who was to be dominated. Guy was dominating, and the new cub was to be dominated.
Guy was once a member of the high-families of Toronto. His brother, Darius, was the Alpha of the city. However, through various developments and the creation of his celebrity vis a vis his status as the future Alpha Male, Guy sought out ostracism and fled to Montreal where the ages-old clan welcomed him with open arms. It had been a long life up until now, and the education of new cubs had brought heaven at least a bit closer to his earth.
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Post by StarShine on Oct 1, 2008 13:26:47 GMT -5
A moment's pause, a slight floundering for words. He'd been certain this man would want nothing more than to push around who was boss and have done, but it seemed he had other intentions.
By the Gods, what had he gotten himself into now?
The longer he paused the more deceptive his words would seem, yet for the life of him (literally) he couldn't pin just the right explanation. After a breath he twitched his eyes mostly closed, protecting himself from that sharp green gaze as he retreated into his mind.
To answer this question, he would first have to learn a new part of himself.
The seconds spun out, his head tilting to the side as the words finally came. Why the sudden protective urge? Not because of what his own solitary youth had been like. No, it was..
"His youth. Youth and innocence should ever hold a guardian by their shoulder, for the short time they do last."
My own fled much too quickly.
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Post by Llamadog on Oct 2, 2008 8:56:29 GMT -5
Guy listened as the eloquent words of a poet escaped the lips of the young cub standing before him. Perhaps this child was once a writer of some sort before he became forsaken. The Uratha had many uses for poetry, but the cub would have to learn that poetry without the raw spiritualistic animalism of the Uratha was inconceivable. Well, we all have to start somewhere.
So, young cub, how long have you been of the Uratha? I am unable to think of a day where I wasn't of the wild, but I would like to know what you can recall. Please, enlighten me as to your history.
Guy attempted to smile with a friendly gesture, however he found it difficult to hide his teeth when he grinned. He had been inhuman for so long the mannerisms of the human race seem to escape him. He was not born an Uratha, however he was not born necessarily a man either. Life was always about animalism, survival of the fittest so to speak, and it seemed other-worldly to think otherwise. He was from a litter of 6, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, however he and his brother Darius were the only ones to survive the turmoil of youth. When he was young his father believed in the Spartan method of parentage. Whereas most families raised their children with love and devotion, Guy's father would strike him and force him to do combat with his younger brothers. This continued until his 16th birthday, where his father cast him out into the wild for 2 years. He and his brother Darius were the only two to survive that long. This was because of their, albeit fortuitous, meeting with the Uratha. A beautiful creature of the night attacked him and his brothers one fateful night and fed upon them. When it had had it's fill it left Guy, Darius, and their brother Remus alone bloody and broken. Guy turned before Darius, however when Darius turned he devoured his brother in the course of one night. The screams of his brother Remus haunted him till this very day. Haunted him with memories of the glorious feast he wish that he had.
However, all those thoughts had passed as quickly as the breeze. Guy had to educate this young cub, and he just had to figure out how he was going to do it.
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Post by StarShine on Oct 3, 2008 7:00:02 GMT -5
Been a.. Was this some new way of saying he had the scent of a were?
He wasn't sure how to answer as he wasn't entirely sure what was being asked. Uncertainty, however, may not be an option.
He remembered all too clearly being young, or younger at least, and upsetting his father with ignorance. Things he should have known, was expected to have learned but hadn't. Being submissive did no good in these cases, not with that man.
He had always thought in relation to dogs, using their social behaviors to describe emotional situations. They seemed the most appropriate examples for how his life had gone.
For this, he always pictured a half-grown wolf cub, head low and tail tucked in, slowly backing away with a quiet whimper. That's how he viewed most of his life.. Head tucked low, trying to avoid trouble.
Only when he was expected to know something that was never enough. He was always made to run to the nearest bit of cover.
Here, there was no cover. And he doubted there would be any help given. Here he would get his half-grown pup's tail kicked right up his spine.
It wasn't something he thought of with any amount of joy.
It was, however, something he was willing to face.
And so he ducked his head, mentally tucked his tail in, and spoke in as quiet and apologetic a voice as he could while still being heard above the noise of the crowd.
"I am afraid I don't know of what you speak. I know very little of what I am or what I come from in general, yet I have never before heard this word in particular, this... Uratha. I apologize for my ignorance."
And really, what else could he say? It had taken a moment's thought to even recall the word that felt so strange upon his tongue. Over time, as he dared more and more social interaction, he had found that his father's standards did not prevail throughout, but the old teachings ran deep. For the bulk of his life it was his and only his hand that dictated his son's behaviors.
He had kept the lad hidden from the world in general out of secret shame.
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Post by StarShine on Aug 2, 2010 19:22:25 GMT -5
OOC| Now that ye be livin again and I be returned to these parts.. >,> Interested? *wraggles brows* XD
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