NEUTRALITY.
Starting
the night of July 3rd, Infinite Reflections will have an uninvited guest.
He'll camp out just east of I-26 north of the bawn. He's got a cooking
pot, a propane burner, a bedroll and a tarp. He makes no secret of
himself. He's got enough rage and purebreeding both that there's no
question he's Garou.
They wouldn't know who he is. He was here before they were here, and he
hasn't been here since. Until now.
He's a big guy, blue eyes and haphazard sunstreaked dirty-blondish hair, scars
and muscles. And a dark stubble that'll gradually fill out into a beard
while he's waiting. He wears two iron ingots around his neck on leather
straps. They're carven with angular runes.
He cooks. He eats. He whistles. He sleeps. He soaks up
the sun and he doesn't flee the rain. Sometimes he even bathes.
And he waits.
He'll live there for a week. Infinite Reflections has that long to find
him. After that...
...well. He won't just be waiting on their land anymore.
Well
it's not whom he expected to meet, for sure.
It's not Auria who finds him. But rather ... Auria's son, Auren. All of 13 and
full of rage... and more than a little bit of dislike for the intruder (GET!).
Likely this guy has no clue what Auria looks like, but if he did then he'd
immediately be able to see the resemblance between mother and son in the
structure and features of the face.
Auren is a slight lad, all gangly limbs and wirey muscles (he IS only 13),
with long straight black hair that hangs to his waist (worn loose in the
warrior way). Loose patched jeans and a worn sneakers complete the image of
the screamingly Native youth as his dark eyes squint at the Get. Hostility
bristles, but he's not outright challenging the stranger. He's not STUPID ...
arrogant and more than a little race hating, yes - but not stupid. (who says
Get are the only ones who are intolerant?)
"You squatting for a purpose?" Ooooh the lovely subtlies of youth. And
now... How's the intruder going to handle this one? It will tell soooooo much
right off the bat....
The
stranger's back is to the boy. He's whistling low under his breath as he
stirs a pot of...whatever. Food. His attention is wholeheartedly on
the sluggishly boiling broth. The boy could've probably sunk an arrow into
his back had he not chosen to speak first.
(...wanna bet?)
Anton tastes his soup before answering. He lets the boy wait while he
grimaces, tosses in a handful of salt, and then starts ripping raw scrawny
rabbitmeat in. Then he glances at his shadow before turning, slowly, his
barechested, sweaty, stinking mass rearranging with curious sureness. None
of the awkwardness of most large men in him.
"Yup." Anton's blue eyes look the young brave up and down, and
then he shows his teeth in a grin. They're surprisingly white. And
the beard that's filled in around it, surprisingly dark. "I've been
here five days. Two hours." The grin doesn't falter, but the
eyes are cold. "You just now coming around to see what that purpose
might be? I could be all the way through your territory and into the bawn
by now."
A hard silence.
Then a nod at a nearby stump, affable and relaxed. "Siddown,
pup." Lazy jerk of his thumb over his shoulder. "Want some
stew? Freshkilled rabbit."
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The
kid merely smirks at the man when he makes his '5 days' comment, but
otherwise doesn't bother to say anything further. He merely shakes his
head negative at the food query, waiting quietly - though it's apparent
that 'silence' is not huge usual method of dealing with things. One can
likely pick up on that fact by looking at the lower jaw which works a bit
as he fights to keep his trap shut. |
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Anton
shrugs bare shoulders. He turns around and switches his propane burner
off, lifting the pot up. There's a brief silence, three minutes or less,
as the big Fenrir eats everything. Then he sets the pot down, caps it for
later cleaning, and turns back to the boy. |
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His
head nods just ever so slightly at the question. It takes him a moment and
in that time he turns to lean casually against a tree, crossing his arms
and ankles once his bare shoulder hits the rough bark. "She's
temporarily indesposed. I offered to watch her pack's territory in the
interum." Goodness... was that ... naw. A complete sentance answer
without guff or vailed inuedo. Might be taken as a mark of respect for
authority... but then Anton really has no basis for judgement on this
score. |
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Anton
wipes his palms on his pants, where quite a bit of grime has already
gathered. He squints up at the boy. "Just you? You claim all this
land yourself until Infinite Reflections gets back?" |
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The
boy looks at the larger Get with narrowed eyes, assessing again. Finally,
he nods gruffly, attention riveted. "Yup." |
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The
Modi nods to himself, glancing down at his palms for a moment. Then he
dusts them off again and rises to his full height. |
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The
boy blinks for a moment, then grins in a 'i know something you don't' way
(isn't that irritating? especially when it's an upstart brat doing it!).
"Land along the interstate?" He shrugs disinterestedly.
"Vanguard territory it is." |
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Anton's
eyes are narrowed. He studies the kid for a moment. A long one. |
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The
youth smiles a cryptic smile in return to the blessing, merely nodding his
acceptance of it. Was he fully cognizant of what he'd just done to the IR
lands? Maybe. Maybe not. ... Time would tell. |