Whitefang
The male padded slowly forward. He wasn't really sire what weekly tasks were but he had an idea from the name. Tasks done and handed out weekly. He watched jasmine with a silent stoic gaze, offering a quiet smile dyer a few moments. "I'll take one I guess." He murmured, sitting down.
Whitefang
The male came trotting up, his ears pricked forward and his gaze intense. But his smile was somewhat friendly as he took a seat and tried relax his tense muscles for a moment. "Whitefang." Was his one word greeting, along with a slight tip of his muzzle.
Whitefang
He nodded sighing a little. Maybe they could find a smaller more shallow rooted tree. He would have to pay attention next time he left the territory. Maybe he would be able to find one. "I'm sure we can find something." He murmured confident she would. She seemed very knowledgable on those things.
Whitefang
"Actually, you can pull muscles by limping too much, creating another problem." Was his answer to the male, before his gaze was pulled to Umbria. He dippe his head in greeting. "It seems tenebrea has a splinter." He murmured tipping his muzzle to the girl.
Whitefang
The casino interested the male greatly. It was the one place outside of the garden he actually enjoyed. And his room. But that was beside the point. He quest ky roamed the big simply lit room, the soft carpet squishing beneath his paws. He weaves his way through old furniture. Chairs and tables askew in all through the room, a few broken glasses. He almost cut himself but his sharp eyes caught the glitter just in time for him to take a detour. Shifting to the left he slowed and stopped, looking for where all of the pieces were before looking around for clanmates. "Careful around this area there is some broken glass." He called, attempting to sweep it up without cutting himself. It wasn't working very well and soon a drop of scarlet blood welled from his paw pad.
Whitefang
The male cocked a brow. A party? He wasn't really much for parties. He had never had parties when he was out alone in th wilderness, so the event was a bit odd for him now. But whatever. That was his task. "Yeah sure." He grunted, pondering on what in the world her would do for this party.
Whitefang
"Oh yes, had. My apologies." He murmured. The poor make. He was trying so hard to fit in. To understand the culture and how you were supposed to act. He had never been around so many people before and he was beginning to crave it. In truth he didn't really care about her injury. It was just a gateway to talking to her. To get to know her. Already he had figured out she must not like being babied. Everyone asking questions had made her quite defensive. He wasn't sure what to do know, though. Should he leave her? Continue talking to her? Whitefang honestly wasn't sure, so he kept his slow pace to match hers, pondering on what he was suppose to do next.
Whitefang
Whitefang was about to make his daily trip to the garden when movement caught his eyes, the hippo gruff named Emilia. Deciding his trip could wait he altered his course, gliding quietly towards the female. "Hello Emelia." he greeted, tail tip wagging. That was something new he learned. It was instinct really, but something he had never done before. And his smile was more friendly than usual. Less forced and much more natural. Whitefang was actually beginning to enjoy his time here. Besides the fact it was a dead city, he enjoyed the company of clanmates. So when he spotted the girl who has created his small window to the wild he just had to say hello.
Whitefang
He had been resting, trying to enjoy his day when suddenly his ears filled with loud noises. The flicked Bach against his head and he lifted himself from his bed, leaping to the floor with a soft thud. Well. It seemed the city had come alive. He turned back in slight annoyance he passed down the stairs to the casino. The scene that greeted him was very unexpected. He blinked, ears flicking forward and back as he watched with curiousity. "Casey?" He murmured, padding through the room in search of the male who he assumed had done this. Wasn't his weekly task to clean up? Yeah he was pretty sure. He jumpe to the side a a machine rumbled, beginning to sing some strange song in a distorted voice, aged and decayed it came out like a horror film. He reminded himself to avoid that one. "Casey?" He called again making his was to the bar where there were less machines.
Whitefang
He was taken aback by the sudden arrival of the caution sign as he slowly licked his paw, freezing at the sight. He stared for a moment before sighing. Sometimes he really missed the wild where everything could be explained. But Luca really Pilsner be to blame. A child had probably been running around, and mocked a glass off of a table. Too afraid of certain comsequences it had probably run off hoping it wouldn't get caught. That was Whitefangs theory anyways. "Do you have something to sweep it up with?" He asked, wincing from his it. But it was really nothing. The scars on his body clearly showed he'd been through worse.
Whitefang
Whitefang had done his best. A few balloons hung from the ceiling in the casino, and a few streamers. The dragons really weren't very impressive. But that had been all he could find. Not that he ha looked that hard. He had gotten cups a plates from the kitchen, and then had pitchers fille with water and what that NPC had called tea. It hadn't taste too bad when he tried it. He had found what he had heard called a radio, plugged it in, and some music had started playing. He didn't really like music, but he guessed it was a good idea.
It almost looked like that really awkward kid from high school with no friends had decided to throw a party. And the awkward kid was Whitefang. He sat almost nervously looking around. Well. There was his party.
Whitefang
He was well aware she had called specifically for jasmine, but the call still attracted his attention. And if the hippogriff had wanted privacy she would have called much more quietly rather than yelling for all of the clan to hear. HE quickly came trotting forward, paws falling with quiet thuds on the pavement. "Whats wrong?" HE asked worried. Had the alliance been terminated? Were the badlands in danger?
Whitefang
HE jumped as another machine sprung to life. Sure this was cool but there was a way tp turn it ff right? Padding over to casey he smiled in spite of his worries. "Very impressive." HE offered gazing around them again. HE wondered quietly what all of the games might be like.
Whitefang
HE nodded silently, taking the broom and dustpan almost warily. As if he expected the strangely acquired items to jump at him or to vanish in his paws. But he hid his apprehensions behind a stoic mask, sweeping up the glass. It hurt to put pressure on the cut, but nothing he couldn't handle, and soon all of the shard material had been thrown away. "Everything is safe now." HE murmured. His gaze scanned the floor for any stray pieces but none could be found, and his mind wandered to how jasmine had made these objects appear with a snap. But he didn't ask her. HE didn't want to be rude, and honestly wasn't sure how to ask.
★ Whitefang
Cool. Yeah, if you weren't use to living in a polar opposite environment then you probably would call the badlands 'cool'. But Whitefang came from the wild, and a cold dead city wasn't really his idea of cool. But he had joined, and had begun making friends. Sure he had thought about leaving plenty of times, but he stayed, they were holding him back.
Quietly he came padding up, claws clicking on pavement, his tongue lolling from his open maw. He smiled, wagging his tail at the tip before taking a seat. "Yes welcome, I'm Whitefang." He greeted, dipping his head.
★ Whitefang
sorry if this is a little scattered I'm freaking out overwatching X-Files
Whitefangs nose caught a scent, a strangers scent, an he lifted his head in reaction to it. Then it was snapped back as the deer he had been stalking bolted off. He growled, lifting himself up to make chase, but stopped himself. He wouldn't catch it. Running on this concrete was painful on his paws, and he often skidded around corners because he couldn't get any traction. Damnit. It was rare to find a deer here. He ate well enough but the fresh taste of deer hadn't been on his tongue for what felt like ages.
He decided to investigate the scent, and he grudgingly turned to follow it. He padded up the road until he turned a falling building. The roof had caved in years before, and the walls were crumbling and cracking. He had to avoid a large chunk which had fallen from the wall, and while he was focusing on that he didn't catch the stranger until he lifted his brown gaze. He caught his words, and a fictional brow rose in suspicion. Mule? As the stranger proceeded to light a cigarette he became even more confused. "Uh, hello. Who are you and why are you here?" He asked, studying the male. Then his gaze wandered to the box, studying it as well. What could be in it? He had no idea. But he wondered quietly in the possibilities.
★ Whitefang
//Well there is the nine original seasons and then they did a six episode revival season that about killed me. I'm currently on season 7 or something though
Whitefang was still learning some of the slang of the civilized, or at least somewhat civilized world, and it was taking him some time. But you couldn't blame the guy. He had lived on his own for the whole nine months of his life. It's not like he could have helped it. The first words of this stranger confused him, and it poked through his stoic expression with nothing more than a tip of his head. But he decided not to dwell on it. He still didn't smile, simply dipped his hea in greeting, while making no offer as to what his own name might be. His intentions were obviously not to join, and he didn't hol the scent of an ally, Whitefang was yet to be introduced to the exiles, so the scent wa new to him. Lucky? Why was he lucky? Because he met this guy? He wouldn't call it lucky. Whitefang had actually been hoping for a nice quiet day alone. But he supposed that was somewhat rare in the clans. "Gambled? No" He grunted, flicking an ear. "Not yet" He had never actually planned on gambling. What was he to gain from it anyways? But, he did live in a casino. It was bound to happen one day or another.
His ears flicked back a moment at a creaking building, but they quickly were drawn back to Hokkaido as he went on to the reason he was here, and Whitefang took a seat. Good. Then maybe he would leave. "trading shit your wildest dreams wouldn't even contain. Well now he was interested. His intense brown gaze, which had wondered off to the land stretching far out behind the male, shot back to Hokkaido. What did that mean? Whitefang was sure there was plenty in the world he didn't know about. The little powers he had seen were enough to go beyond proving that. But things his wildest dreams couldn't contain? That had him interested for sure. Some of it was skepticism. Some was genuine curiosity. Why could this guy gave that he believed Whitefangs wildest dreams couldn't contain? And why did he keep calling him Hermano?
As he went on Whitefang nodded along, not offering a show of his emotions to break through his stoic gaze. Well there wasn't really a reason for him to not help. He shrugged. "Sure." He grunted out, standing up. "The name is Whitefang by the way." He offered seconds later. If he was going to help the guy he might as well know his name, as with that he let a smile to play on his lips, trying to look somewhat friendly.
★ Whitefang
"I'll help." He offered nodding. Yes. Having a much larger group be in their debt was a wonderful strategy. It would be a good aide in future wars or when they may need shelter. However the debt would be payed it would make this worth it.
★ Whitefang
The wolf came padding up. He fur bristled like a mane on his neck, but his face only showed stoic observance. "Why don't you go around then?" He grunted, flicking a pointed ear. In his lonely travels he had run into small groups on occasion. Usually they were more than welcoming, but there were the few that turned him away. While he knew how it felt to be turned away he also felt it the best option. The Badlands were a fairly small group. An enemy disguised as a loner 'just passing through' could easily take note of routes to the camp and where to go and where not to go. He studied the two quietly. They were an odd pair.
//ayyy I love this idea <3
★ Whitefang
He nodded to Emelia, but said nothing. And to be completely honest, felt very relieved when Enki came bounding up. The male wasn't sure what to say next. He hated small talk, so a simple 'how are you today' wasn't really ideal. He smiled to Enki, nodding his head."Hey." He greeted casually, strange for the usually serious male. "Mind if I try some?" He asked. He had never had bread, and was curious to the taste.
