The boy next door
Skelle
09-18-2021, 06:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-18-2021, 06:19 PM by Malachai. Edited 1 time in total.)
Malachai had not crossed the border to visit the Armada since he'd been a pup, when he'd met Ophelia. He wasn't really looking for her today though, no now he was just bored and looking for a change of scenery. He'd managed to give Panic the slip, she'd practically been glued to him since their mother had left but he wanted some time away from her. So now that he'd lost his sister he would stride confidently across the border that "separated" Ashen from it's Armada, the young man strode with a confidence that was bordering on arrogance. Mis-matched gaze swinging over the grasses, though the flora here grew tall he was now big enough to comfortably gaze over it, the blades tickling his chest as he moved.
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09-19-2021, 06:34 PM
"Speech!"
Grimshaw had spent his morning training and doing his part to patrol the borders. He knew by now that Ashen wolves were welcome to cross the border and was hardly surprised to find a scent of theirs from time to time, though meeting one of those wolves would be a first. Although he kept mostly to himself, he wanted to be friendly to the others here, even if he couldn't be a social butterfly. He wanted to meet more of the Armada wolves and maybe even form some friendships with some. He could see himself living here for the rest of his life, may as well make the most of it.
He was returning from his patrol when he saw someone wading through the plains that buffered the Armada from inland. A scent on the wind informed him that it was a wolf from Ashen, but Grimshaw approached regardless. They looked similar in age and size, and Grimshaw was more than eager to spar a new face for a change if they were up for it. "Hey! Are you from Ashen?" He called out as he approached, moving in a smooth but slow trot only to slow to a stop some yards away.
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09-20-2021, 07:30 PM
Malachai's gaze landed easily on the young man that approached him, the boy seemed close to his own size and as such was easy to see above the tall grasses that might have hidden a smaller wolf. A smirk pulled at his lips and he cocked his head to the side, mismatched gaze narrowing as he watched the boy approach, wondering what exactly it was that would happen, he flexed his shoulder's rolling them, almost a cocky action as he stood upon another's lands and practically dared this boy to challenge him. But that's not what would happen, not right away at least.
He quirked a brow as the question reached him and a sharp barking laugh fell from Malachai's lips. He nodded. "No need to ask if your from the Armada, but yes. What gave it away? The impressive warrior figure? Or the pack scent?" It was perhaps the most eloquent the young man had ever been but something about the question had tickled his fancy and he'd humor the young man.
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09-20-2021, 10:02 PM
Grimshaw couldn't help but size the other young male up just in case. What if they weren't actually from Ashen or they didn't believe him to be of the Armada? Of course by now he reeked of the packs scent, so he doubted that possibility but if was possible on the flip side, he couldn't rule it out completely just in case. He already knew they were of equal height and stature, but further staring scanning allowed him to see the muscle definition and strength he carried.
He hadn't really quit looking him over while he spoke, wondering if they'd agree to a spar. Grimshaw wanted to spar someone of equal size and strength that'd he'd never practiced with before. To experience the way others fought was more studying than attacking a dummy could do. He was partly zoned out when he was asked how he knew, his brain scrambling to pick up pieces of what was said and while still fixated on him, he blurted an answer before he had time to think. "Figure."
If a blush could be seen through his murky pelt, he'd be as red as a tomato. Grimshaw's eyes widened as he realized what he'd said and quickly began trying to somehow fix what he'd said. "I mean, I heard Ashen trains hard too." His voice was shaky now, eyes anywhere but on the young man despite a deep desire to look again. What the hell?
He hadn't really quit looking him over while he spoke, wondering if they'd agree to a spar. Grimshaw wanted to spar someone of equal size and strength that'd he'd never practiced with before. To experience the way others fought was more studying than attacking a dummy could do. He was partly zoned out when he was asked how he knew, his brain scrambling to pick up pieces of what was said and while still fixated on him, he blurted an answer before he had time to think. "Figure."
If a blush could be seen through his murky pelt, he'd be as red as a tomato. Grimshaw's eyes widened as he realized what he'd said and quickly began trying to somehow fix what he'd said. "I mean, I heard Ashen trains hard too." His voice was shaky now, eyes anywhere but on the young man despite a deep desire to look again. What the hell?
Grimshaw has a septum ring, a fluffy curled tail, and a horrible facial scar (hover)
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that may not be reflected in his art!
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