backwards from ten

Quote: The practise of carefulness could mean life and death in any terrain, however, there was always a certain allure to that of swamps. If one were to linger too far within the face of naivety, or if it was merely lady luck playing her games again, one could find themselves consumed. He found the imagery of vines curling around bodies over time interesting, unrealistic thought but a thought no less as he toyed with the idea of staying on the likes of this decaying tree before he too was made one with the surroundings. It was a much more refreshing path of thought than his...circumstances which remained blurry whenever he would attempt to focus on the details. No, they were there ? however, the details remained hovering in the peripherals of his mind. He would unlock them, time was unforgiving but he was persistent. It had gotten him this far, had it not: persistence? No, it wasn't purely persistence...he would be damned if it was.



There seemed to be another lingering, noise and scent carrying to him on lazily drifting Eyes opened, he wondered if he had achieved rest for long, he peered at the female who had stopped by him. Then, came an eruption of various noises from what seemed to be the wolf's companion. An interesting welcoming committee. "hey, you little bitch, that's about to be my fucking log, y'hear?" Laurier hardly moved an centimetre as the creature attempted to climb upon the log, as he wasn't very confidant the tasmanian devil would be successful in its endeavor, however, Hargreaves felt no ownership of the tree, losing it was not much of a threat to him. "i'm sorry about that," vision focusing onto the other wolf - brightly coloured along with a way of holding herself, seemingly amused by the entire situation - "he gets a little... ahead of himself sometimes. feel free to give him a good whack. might knock some sense into him." Ah, he had no such quarrel with the creature - it was a quite desirable location indeed amongst the "muck". More and more threats, insults and challenges rang out - which to some would become merely muffled and smudged noise but he listened carefully for a few moments.



"mind making some room for a fellow wolf looking for a dry spot? don't worry, he won't bite too hard." Shifting upwards, the terrestrial noble from afar decided to indeed share places, as it wasn't his to begin with. The tree creaked, however was far from ancient - the swamp too over matter rather quickly, as moss crept upwards. Being light and serpentine, and bred in such a way, his weight was far from straining for his perch. "jupiter illiadis, at your service." Jupiter, intriguing name. He bowed his head slightly, something that was commonplace with him. "Of course, you're welcome to join me, miss Illiadis. I'm Alexander Fort?, or you may call me Hargreaves," foreign and aristocratic vocals hummed, "what brings you here?" Beyond the swirling scent, noise, and general activity of the swamp, he had picked up on the scents she had carried with her here. She was certainly in a pack, and the quality of the coat symbolized a high possibility of holding a rather high rank in it. This did not taint his view or behaviour at all, if it did, it was minimal. Upon further observation, scars, rather subtle and aged, could be seen alongside a damaged ear. It was not unusual, typically, but indeed something to note. On the other hand, Laurier did not bear many scars himself - no, he was not much to get himself into a battle. His eyes fell upon her companion, "you too."