He sang what I'd become

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That's the last song,
You'll ever sing.

The landscape pressed out before Naomi in a large mass of green. All the crooks and crannies were seen though what was behind them went unknown. It was somewhat of a deary, chilly day. The clouds were overcast and heavy with rain though it would only sprinkle every once in awhile. Enough to keep everything damp for the rest of the day, but then Naomi liked water. She liked the coldness it brought to her constant burning skin. It rolled slowly down her reddish fur, bring along with it the other drops of water. It cleaned her and brought a certain freshness to her lupine self. The very feline like lupine suddenly was on her paws, standing to her short height. Seen now, was the underweight bodice of the female. Nothing scary underweight, but she wasn't eating as she should be. Food just never seemed to be on her mind, but when it was she couldn't get enough of it. A pregnant lady's attitude toward food, it seemed.

Noami turned her deep blue orbs from the view, nails clicked on the limestone rock as she trotted away and then began her descend down the steep hillside once more. The water grass rubbed the four ivory socks that ran up her slim limbs, cleaning whatever dirt that hid within them. A soft tune began to be hummed as she aimlessly made her way down, not paying too much attention to what was going on. This place was huge, what other lupine could possibly be found here? It was no easy task, going down the hill, but within a few moments she reached where she wanted to be. A large slick rock over hung on the hill and beneath it was dry ground. A place for a tired Naomi to curl up and snooze for sometime before possibly going out and hunting.

A flesh color nose began sniffing around the rock, searching for any sign of a recent soul. A smell that hadn't been washed away by the recent showers. Smelling none, she entered and looked around. It was just big enough for her slender form and she sat down. If she had been an inch taller, her dome would've been pressed against the underside of the rock, but she seemed to fit perfectly. A satisfied smile came to her maw before it left and that unfeeling face came back on. She had the look of a killer, really. It was cold, concentrated, and hardly any emotion was ever seen. But her mind was different than that. It was always working, thinking about anything. Noami could process things very quickly and so something new was always being rolled over before settling into the back of her dome for another time. A sign escaped her now. Always thinking was sometimes annoying and shutting off her mind was harder than most would think.

Slowly dropping to her stomach on the dirt floor, Naomi curled in on herself and then rested her head on her paws. A slender, non-fluffy tail was brought forward to nearly reach her hollow cheek. With her getting comfortable, the clouds suddenly let out a wall of rain and it came pouring down now. Her ears picked up on it hitting the top of the rock and she watched as small rivers began to form on either side of the rock as it washed off. Some water dropped from the top of the rock, to the ground nearly right in front of her though it didn't touch her. It was a soothing sound and soon her orbs were lulled to sleep and a soft snoring sound came from within that small den.

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It had been some time since the bear hunt and Amar was healing slowly. Hadrian himself was feeling well enough. The scratch to his shoulder, though it was still somewhat stiff, had lost its scab and was beginning to scar. And as for his ribs, broken as he'd been tossed about by the powerful ursid, those no longer had the same hold over his breathing as they once had. Sure he still ached. Injuries took time to heal and his had not been minor. He was doing better though, and he finally felt fit enough to journey beyond the dens and even out of the territory.

The Amar pack was running low on pain killers and, as the acting shaman, it was his job to go out and gather more. Having first asked for permission, Hadrian had then taken his time journeying down the mountainside and into the territory of Tiayr. Now that these lands were free again, he would have an easier time gathering what he needed. At the moment his quest was for stinkbells. Though their order could be quite potent and unpleasant, their stems would be of great use to his pack mates and, given the changing season, they might be easier to find than some of the other remedies he knew of.

Hadrian's wanderings carried him down to the lake nestled between the hills. Following his noes, it wasn't long before he located the awful smelling flowers. Wagging his tail and taking a deep breath, he proceeded forwards towards the plant. Unfortunately, he had not been paying much attention to the weather and, while the light drizzle that had started was little more than an inconvenience, the brute was not prepared for the sudden onslaught of water.

Within a matter of minutes his fur was soaked to the bone and he had decided it best to temporarily suspend his mission. The plants would be there once the weather improved. His health, however, would end up worse for the ware if he stayed out in the rain too long. With an annoyed growl, the Mexican brute turned and headed for higher ground. It wasn't long before he found a small overhang that would make a sufficient shelter. Problem was as he neared it, it became quite apparent that it was already occupied by a female.

This... could quickly become a very unpleasant situation if he let his guard down. He here was in front of a complete stranger, a wolf he knew nothing about. Under most circumstances meeting strangers was not a problem. Hadrian was injured though, and within the confined space it would be much harder to defend himself should the stranger turn hostile. Unfortunately, the rain was only getting harder and there was a chance he wouldn't find another decent shelter. Thus, swallowing his pride, the male lowered his head respectfully. "Would it be alright if I join you until the rain passes?"

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Big dreams,
Gangster

Her own breath filled her ears as she snoozed, falling into a sort of limbo state, caught between falling deeply in to sleep and being awake. Her eyelids fluttered with the sound of an outside world, listening sharply always. A sense, call it instinct, filled her but she waited. Prepared as she was, Naomi wasn't going to wake until she had too. The swim over here had been enough to drain for her quite sometime. No need to be paranoid anyway. Naomi trained to become a fighter, to defend herself better against whatever could harm her again. Her uncle was gone, she reminded herself. She need not worry that he would be pinning her against the earth again, attempting to steal whatever innocence she had left now.

Shifting her body suddenly to become more comfortable, she noticed that rain had taken on a different smell. Naomi's orbs opened into tiny slits as she stared out, making it appear that the lid still covered the deep, darling blues within and her sleeping state remained. However, the hellion could see the brute before her. A soundless grumble came from within, but she hadn't known anyone in this land. Naomi wouldn't be so quick to attack in such a foreign place with foreign lupine. Instead, she waited till he came closer and then spoke. For a moment, she wondered if she stayed asleep, would he leave? Or would he go so far as to wake a sleeping beast from her beauty sleep?

Stretching herself out and then coming to sit on her rump once more, she blinked sleepy at him. The blurriness of her vision began to leave and she could see he appeared to be a Mexican wolf and much better fed than she. On his shoulder seemed to be a scar that the fur had yet to grown back on. The rain, having been pouring down and soaking him, made it more clear to Naomi's own eyesight. Overall, nothing spoke danger about him and his words had been respect enough. Even the lowering of his cranium had been farther than Naomi would ever willingly go. After leaving Leon's pack, her father though she would never call him that, doing what others said had proven to hard for her trust to take. Naomi figured she wouldn't put herself in that place ever again.

"Sure, you can come in." Her lyrics, though emotionless, spoke truly and she moved aside to make whatever room could be had. Her lean bodice was pressed against the cold, damp stone and into her ribs, though Naomi didn't mind the small discomfort that it caused her. "If I am to share this den with you, I assume I shall know your name. What is it?" Naomi didn't really like the bullshit of talking and often got straight to the point. A lot of lupine didn't understand this and she didn't expect them too. Instead, she went about being herself and whoever got along with her, got along.

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Under normal circumstance Hadrian did not see reason to rouse someone from sleep (unless said someone was being monitored for a head injury). These circumstances were different though. He was quickly becoming soaked to the bone and the chances of finding another shelter seemed somewhat bleak. Plus, it seemed she was beginning to stir regardless and it was not long before before blue eyes peered out at him. That was a good sign. His senses picked up minimal signs of active hostility and, having perhaps erring too far on the side of caution, he believed the cards to be in his favor.

Moments later verbal confirmation came and he nodded his head once in gratitude, a silent thanks while he tried to get comfortable. Padding a few more steps closer, he shook out his fur. Droplets sprayed left and right, returning to join their brethren that steadily continued to fall. Hopefully he was still far enough away to not drench the female as well, and with his coat feeling a little lighter he completely entered the small cave. Even with the space being minimal he was careful to keep his distance. Call him overly cautious but Hadrian had lived long enough to want to make it to old age. And if he was going to spend his time in the company of a complete stranger, he was not going to give her reason to regret her decision to let her in.

"Thank you for your kindness." Settled against the opposite wall, Hadrian kept his head lifted and ears alert. Almost agitatedly he flicked his left ear, straining to pick up on sounds too faint to perceive. With the rain pattering against the ground he felt as if he was at more of a disadvantage than normal. The Mexican male had a difficult time as it was with his hearing, only one ear working well. Add in the rain as a further distraction and it became more difficult to pick up both speech and the sounds of approaching danger. Maybe his close proximity to the female would actually be beneficial, though he was careful not to touch her lest she mistake the action for something unfavorable. "I am known as Hadrian. May I know your name, miss?"

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I hang my coat up in the first,
There is no peace I've found so far.

Naomi watched him carefully as he shook himself out before entering. So the lupine had some manners, she noticed before turning her head to smile a bit, shifting away for a moment. It wasn't every day that you met someone who would actually to shake themselves out. Naomi merely let it pass before watching him enter the den fully. He seemed to keep those manners as he took the other side and remained far from her, or at least without touching one another in the small space. This time, she didn't smirk or smile, but rather kept it in her head to treat him with a higher regard. Manners were something not often seen and this lupine, Naomi gathered, didn't lack them. A nice sight to see in the nearby world.

She wasn't sure how to respond with the word kindness being said. Naomi wasn't really all that kind, she just didn't want to leave him a stranded rat in a drowning ocean. She knew there wasn't much shelter to be found in this territory and she would deny him anything. Naomi wasn't as cruel to let someone become sick because a damn fool wouldn't share a den, or at least that was how she felt about it. Maybe there was a kindness about her that was hidden down with the layers of pain and betrayal covering them up. In her head, she smiled to herself with that thought. Naomi liked thinking there was more to her than what breached the eye. However untrue this might have been, she allowed herself a few seconds of dwelling on it before shrug it off and returning to gaze at the male lupine beside her.

"A pleasure Hadrian, I am Noami." A pause. "Just Naomi." As she let the words fall from her maw, she turned away to look back outside into the down pour. The rain just looked rather cold to her and a chill shook her for a moment, a spasm that lasted seconds and she returned to her normal state, acting as if nothing happened. "What are you doing out here, Hadrian, in a downpour as this?" Naomi didn't always deal well with awkward silence so she figured continuing the conversation wouldn't hurt anyone. Maybe it would help her to sort somethings in her mind, or perhaps just get her mind off them all together. Naomi wondered if he would ask something like such in return and prepared an answer in her dome.

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Of course the brute had manners. He was the son of an alpha, the heir to an empire. Good breeding and his pedigree had been of the utmost importance. Raised to be a warrior and command groups of other wolves, he needed to know how to both give and command respect. And, though his views had not always been so courteous towards females, they had been bettered over time. With age came maturity and with maturity he had realized the errors of his younger years. Now the male was a respectable brute, more cautious with his ways and attitudes towards others. Hadrian had become the male he wanted to be, not the one his father had tried to groom.

"Naomi," she spoke. His head nodded in acknowledgement, weighing the title in his mind. It was a pleasant enough name and he could only assume it was fitting for whatever sort of creature lay within her frame. "The pleasure is mine." A smile upturned his lips, audits flicking again. It really did bother him that he could only hear out of his right ear. With the rain steadily coming down it was harder to hear the sounds of nature outside and he had to listen more closely to the females speech. Still, he persevered, head tilting slightly to consider her question. What had brought him out in this weather?

"It was not quite raining when I ventured out this morning," he mused. Of course, his home in the east, across the mountains, was not quite subject to the same patterns of the hills. "I am the Shaman of the Amar pack. With these lands now free it seemed like a good idea to gather what herbs I could. Unfortunately, the weather caught me a bit off guard." He would make the best of it though. Already it had brought him the company of female who seemed pleasant enough. Which made him wonder... It was only fair he ask in return, "And yourself? Though it seems you were expecting the rain." After all, Naomi was dry. It was the Mexican male that was soaking wet.

ooc: sorry for the wait. the flu is awful x.x

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/naomimid.png] Noami smiled politely. While she wouldn't admit to having very good manners, she wasn't going to completely disregard that he was trying to make friends, or just be nice. Naomi somewhat chuckled at herself for being mercy to the manners of another. If he was rude, Naomi would've lashed out with her words, perhaps starting a spar of some kind. But here, she was pretending to be much nicer than normal. She smiled, chuckled kindheartedly though she still didn't show much more emotion than that, it was a great deal more for herself. Oh well. She thought, mentally. Besides, maybe his character will change mine. Though it was far fetched, Naomi wouldn't close her mind off so hasty. "Oh, I see" She commented before allowing him to go on interrupted. Naomi noted that he was from another pack and wondered if she was crossing any line, being away from her newish home of the Descai. However, the thought was out of her dome rather soon. Recently joining, she was unsure if it was the home for her. The Alpha was rather cold, though she liked that since he didn't speak a whole lot and he got straight to the point. Naomi liked that in any lupine. But the others.. She hadn't known them. Would they guard her as she would guard them? Her loyalty was strong and it was often her biggest weakness when it came to those around her. Giving more than she received would throw her into fits of rage and while small, Naomi could go a deal of damage. "And did you find the herbs you were looking for, Hadrian?" She questioned. Alluding to the fact that she belonged to another pack, Noami spoke. "I came here to explore, really. I recently made a long journey across the ocean and found it soothing here. No salt water." A small chuckle. "I do believe I've had enough salt water to last me for quite sometime, if not for the rest of my life." Noami really did have enough. She had stank of salt water and seaweed for days after. A smell that was sickening to her fleshy black nose. She remembered reaching the sandy banks and collapsing. Her muscles had ached for days and still were a bit tender here and there. Going over varies landscape often pressed upon the strained muscles. Count | 415 Words Muse | Good! Tags | Hadrian Notes | Not my best, I apologize.

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Politeness could get you just as far with another canine as brute force could. Sometimes it could take you further. A once great warrior, Hadrian knew how to get what he wanted if need be. Those days were behind him though. Force and interrogation were tools for darker times. There was no need to be anything but respectful in the company of one whom was already willing to talk.

Hadrian had no desire to get on the wrong side of another wolf. He had taken many lives and almost lost his own in another's quest for valor and glory. Now, however, he simply wanted to exist in peace. He atoned for the sins of his previous life by healing the pains of others and, though he had pledged his allegiance to Amar, he had no intention of taking on any biases the pack may hold for the others. What good was believing in something he did not know was true? Whether Naomi was from Descai or Airila or Ryala (for though he could not place her scent with its specific pack, she did indeed smell somewhat like a pack wolf), he would treat her with the courtesy he gave any other wolf.

"My journey was not for naught," he nodded sagely, giving his left ear another flick before settling his head upon his front paws. As long as he kept his distance and respect, there was no reason he saw to not relax. And he spoke truthfully though his answer was vague. Tiayr had a few things still in season that would be very beneficial to the Amar pack. It was just a matter of letting the rain pass long enough to grab them and get home.

A soft chuckle rumbled in his throat. It seemed he had something in common with this female, though his own hazardous swim had taken place more than a year ago. "I can imagine. My journey here was much like your own. Wanting to again be familiar with the sea takes some time." His head nodded slightly, mind refusing to drift back to the days he'd fled his homeland. Now was not the time for dwelling on the past, not when he'd worked so hard to build himself a new life here.