Buried Bones
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"Someone did a number on you. What for?" she was only curious. Not that she could feel so bad for Mr.Wolf. She couldn't just leave him alone, curious as to why wolves fought like they did. Vultures did sometimes do the same over territory. Her claws dug into the wood, seeping into the damp bases. She did out height him, but then again she hadn't met any one of those huge wolves as of yet. "I can fetch you a mouse or two if you'd like, wouldn't be much for a big fellow like you though. My name's Flamie." she smiled.
All it takes, is a spark, to ignite my bad intentions A shadow flickered in and out of his vision, yet he paid it no mind. Seifer sat upon an old cargo box, red gaze cast upward as he watched the vulture with interest. "We have a visitor." Deep voice rumbled to Sin, the feline watching as the bird slowly drifted down to land nearby. He remained motionless, however, simply watching as Sin slowly turned to face her. Ears flicked irritably at her question, but he would answer. "A fools endeavor to avenge the weak." Tail flicked behind him, the man settling to his haunches to rest his bruised ribs. The cold winds did well to numb the pain that settled after the driving effects of adrenaline wore off, but it did not do anything to numb his wounded thoughts. His children were displaced of a home, and he would stop at nothing to attain that once again. Seifer eyed her, bobbed tail twitching with amusement as the curious bird offered her help. He knew Sin was too prideful to accept such an offer, so before the battle stained man could respond, he would cut in. "A noble offer, bird. What's in it for you?" Everyone had a price they sought for the help they gave. Did this one? Don't be fooled, I was raised by the wolves [Sin] |
"Well mister kitty if I could be thrown a bone or two that'd be fine." She stated, "Mr.Wolfie, you're very pretty. Where did you get those red marks on your body from?" Flamie was curious, unafraid as well. Perhaps it was that lack of fear that made it easier to talk to the two of them. She just hoped she wasn't going to get lazy or fat, from eating all these free handed out bones. Giving out objects, scouting, food, was nothing for a trade like this.
Blood stained ears twitched slightly as the beast listened to Seifer and the bird. What was a vulture doing this far north anyway? Single amber gaze found the bird again, her return offer was only bones? Perhaps she could be useful in the future...then again, he couldn't trust her. Who was to say she couldn't or wouldn't work as a double agent. Were they to ask her to spy for his family, chances were she would spy for someone else as well if all she asked for were bones.
Her question about his markings were answered without thought. A simple smirk tugging at bleeding lips as he answered. "The blood of my enemies stains my pelt with each fight. Or kill." He had killed many loners in his travels, even pack wolves both in these lands and other lands during the two years he traveled. He eyed the vulture for a reaction, though didn't care if she reacted or not. Seifer would cut in then, an amused purr rumbling his chest, "Never mind that, bird. You have a deal, if all you want is bones then we can arrange that."
He glanced at the still bleeding wolf for a moment, knowing he was too prideful to ask for any help. Even if he were bleeding his brains out. "If you're going out for a snack, mind bringing back some herbs for my friend? He's in bad shape as you can see."
After a few minutes she returned with a bundle of plants and other things in her talons and beak. Cobwebs, poppy seeds, and what she figured was a type of plant that helped patch up scratches and wounds. She was no healer, but the basics from her travels stuck in her head. "Here you go." she folded her wings back against her body. "Mr.Wolfie I think you're really cool, it kinda reminds me of my clay. How you wear your enemies, the more our species gets stronger the more we paint our feathers. It means we fly well and not to mess with us." She ruffled her red clay tainted feathers.
The pair watched as the bird flew off for their request, and Sin would promptly fall to his haunches before sliding down onto his stomach. It had been quite the long day, and he wanted to be here no more then a couple days so he could get back to his children, and gather up the family. Although Forsaken and Paradox had not participated, he was somewhat glad they hadn't. It was two less for the other packs to claim. Now, however, he had to think about what to do next. The loss of the pack wasn't all that great, he figured perhaps he had gotten too soft, resulting in their loss. Lack of training, lack of discipline. It would change with the next rising. Yes...he would return to power.
Seifer watched the man in silence, leaving him with his thoughts as he strode across the deck to look overboard. Crimson gazed watched as the bird returned with a bundle of herbs, and when she landed, he would take them and make his way towards Sin. He quirked a smile as he worked, placing the seeds in front of sin as a low warning growl indicated he'd better take them. Sin did not protest, simply taking the seeds with one swipe of his tongue as the lynx worked on his wounds. He remained still as the cat chewed up a poultice and placed it on his eye, following up with cobwebs to hold it in place. Tattered ear listened to the bird as she admired him.
"Not all us wolves mark our pelts this way. So far I'm the only one I've seen mark themselves with blood. It is a sign of my...intentions upon this world. Similar to your customs, I suppose." He shifted as Seifer finished up, pulling himself to a sitting position as the cold and herbs numbed the pain on his face and body. The cat looked towards Flamie then, an amused twitch of his tail and flick of his ear showed his interest in her. "Thank you, Flamie. Where are my manners, my name is Seifer. And this, is Sin. Pleasure."