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#1

There was someone else with him, he could sense it, though he would give them time to emerge from hiding and admit their presence. Day after day seemed to carry new faces, perhaps for the simple fact they were aware something else formed nearby, a little past the red wood and to the pines. That was home, not only for him, but for many other faces—and the longer they stood, the more others sought him out. This was a good thing in his mind as he wished for others to know the door was open. Anteros was always aware though, obvious to the idea that not all held pure intentions. He inhaled the crisp air, his golden gaze watched as the water cascaded over the earth's edge, and the crashing waves against the earth filled his ears.

This was the last place he had seen his mother before they parted, and often at times he would think of her, wondering if she was still around. Knowing she was still an excited soul she often did not stick around in one place for too long, but maybe this would be different since she knew he was alive and well. He reclined back until he took a seat against the earth, his body solid while the winds kissed at ivory cheeks.


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@Seville
For all the lost sheep there is
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#2
Alone, for a while the father thought he was alone. Walking among the hard ground, as he dragged his paws his nails tearing up the dirt. It wasn't long where his silver eyes couldn't stay higher than being leveled with the ground. Being tired and having this weight in his chest. It felt like his son's death only happened yesterday, The kid had potential, and his disgusting parents took that away from him. Watching his own son grow, become something. Guessing to himself that he will have to become what his son couldn't. Strong. Even the thought breaks the fathers heart more than it already was. But the sorrow that filled him made him tired, he wanted to rest, place his skull against the earth. Maybe being asleep would wash away his pain.

Only walking for a few more minutes where he noticed a male resting against the earth's edge, where the water falls and crashes far down. Seville wasn't an awkward being, he was confrontational, he wouldn't let someone wander in their own thoughts who is stalking them. Although the male has only been watching for a moment, he begins to walk forward. Being only a few feet from the male, he opens his gray lips to speak. "Apologies if i'm interrupting your thoughts." The male gives a soft smile, if he was to turn around. Showing he wasn't a threat. Before walking to the edge and placing his rear to the earth. He glances over, not wanting to speak to much. Seville never wanted to seem to intruding.

@Anteros

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#3

Traveling far from the pack was not something he often did, but at times he found it wise to scout to ensure there was no lurking danger. He had not heard from Raiden, the initial scout he planned to bring into Sanctuary, but the idea was still a solid one. Even if it meant taking it on for himself right now. The winds carried a voice to him, after a short wait of knowing he had company, and golden eyes would find his new company. "You are not interrupting," he dipped his crown to the man, "perhaps I can be of some assistance?" He knew little of the earth edges or the floodplains, but if could offer something then perhaps this meeting would not end so dull.

Muzzle turned back to the area before him, his golden hues watched the cascading water for only a second longer before he stood, gracing his company at full face. His posture was lax, as it usually was, but he was always on high alert. As of late things had been quiet, but that did not mean it would remain as perfect as it seemed.


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@Seville
For all the lost sheep there is
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#4
A small smile, spread across the face of the silver male, his gaze shifting over to him slightly. "You are not interrupting," Seville wanted to say thank you, but he nodded and kept listening quietly. Watching the male dip his head, he liked the respect. "perhaps I can be of some assistance?" His gaze didn't move but his eyes would flicker to the earth and back up to the other males face. Gathering the details and placing them in his memory. "Maybe you can," he shifts his gaze to the water down below, not moving his body. "The world gets quite lonely, i'm getting tired of being alone." Seville's voice was gruttal and came from his throat, leaving it to be hoarse. But so far, the male beside him didn't give off any potential feelings of being a threat. Which left the male being relieved but not dumb enough to let his guard down. He has been alone most of his life after losing his son. So seeking to find the comfort of another wasn't really on his list. Until the silence became to loud.

Seville lifted his head and brought his gaze back to the male, before his lips opened slightly to speak once more. "I am Seville," he dipped his muzzle slightly, introducing himself so he wasn't a stranger to the man. Seville made his posture firm, keeping his head above his shoulders. Seville watched how the male sat, held himself and spoke. So far he seemed like a relaxed other, which also relieved Seville, but who knew if the male was actually a threat. He sat a distance away but spoke loud enough for the other to hear. Showing he was a genuine individual.

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#5

'Maybe you can'

Anteros' golden gaze rested on the man, and while his expression remained unmoved, he would listen. Perhaps there was some knowledge he would be able to share, or perhaps not, for he too only knew a few places within Cyrlieth that were worth knowing. The words that came out of the man's maw, however, were not ones that the ebon' brute had been expecting. Loneliness. He knew it, though it did not bother him so much until he had spent so long with Kylar. When they parted ways he then had felt the pang of it, the part of him that seemed lost in a world of cold. A single nod would show his understanding, an audit flicking forward when he spoke his name.

Seville

He hung closely on the first letter, but when it did not pronounce Sanada he felt himself ease. "Are you looking for a place to call home then?" He questioned, his eyes not once leaving the man as he scouted every possible angle. There were few he knew that could be trusted, few that would wish to take on a responsibility of pack life. Perhaps if there was something Seville could offer that was worth taking, Anteros could rid of his loneliness.


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@Seville
For all the lost sheep there is
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#6
Thoughts ran through his head as his silver orbs turned away from the male beside him. Did Anteros know a place to call home? Family or simply those who have turned into his family. After all he couldn't say no, for a natural born leader. It was okay to follow, it's better having someone than no one. "Are you looking for a place to call home then?" He slightly turned his head over but avoiding eye contact. "Yes i am," he spoke his voice deep and hoarse, he meant it that he would fight beside this male's side, if he gave him a place to call home. The male he sat next to, had a voice that calmed him every so slightly.

"Do you know a place?" He questioned, it was better to ask. Then let it be a guess. After all, it could be his new home but he didn't want to get ahead of himself. He could not be brought along and just left here. Or this male that sat next to him could see value and take him along. But it was just a big guessing game in his own troubled mind. He was tired, he needed to rest, his head was troubling and his thoughts had begun to overwhelm him. Maybe he just needed to rest his eyes until once he opened them again. All his pain would be gone and he could turn to the male next to him and possibly be alright.

But after all he didn't know him, or the place. He was just going to run straight into nothing.

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#7

Colorless eyes turned away from him for a moment, but Anteros' own golden gaze did not leave the side of his features. He found his new company was often lost in thought, troubled perhaps? Though he would not make such assumptions without knowing. When words finally did grace the man's lips he had questioned if there was a place to call home, and Anteros could tell he had been looking for one. "I do know of a place," he began, "it is a place that is called home by those who need to find themselves again. Those who have either been cast away, or seek refuge in safety. The purpose is to build a place of stability for those who have to try a little harder. I would need someone to help guide them, protect them, to make them feel that there is nothing else that can hurt them." His head cocked to the side, his golden orbs still rested on Seville. "Is that you?" He then questioned, audits perked forward atop ebon' crown.

Anteros provided the silence, to give the man time to ponder over what he had offered. Since Sanctuary things had been quiet, but Anteros never trusted the world outside the Pines. Too much had happened, and there was still the possibility it could happen again.


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@Seville
For all the lost sheep there is
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#8
Silence Seville stayed silent listening to the male speak of what seemed like a potential home. "it is a place that is called home by those who need to find themselves again. Those who have either been cast away, or seek refuge in safety. The purpose is to build a place of stability for those who have to try a little harder. I would need someone to help guide them, protect them, to make them feel that there is nothing else that can hurt them." Seville took a look over to the male, he wanted him to help. He didn't have to think to hard about it, before knowing exactly what he wanted to do. This place could give him something he has been looking for. To bloom his passion for helping and leading them to something that will make their futures a little more bright. "Is that you?" A soft smile spread across his face, then faded slowly away. "It would be an honor, to help you." Applying a simple yes, he wanted to let the male know he was interested, he felt appreciated.

Giving a slight nod after his words, Seville looked at Anteros, letting his silver eyes take in the expression that lied on his face. Raising his crown, showing he will take on everything that is thrown at him simply to help his new friend. "If you'll have me." A question, if Anteros would let him into his family.

@Anteros

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#9

There was silence, but it would not last long before his companion finally spoke, eager to join him within the Sanctuary. The final answer was shot back to him, an opening invitation that would not be shot down by the ebon' brute. He had extended it to Seville, and was not willing to take it back if he was just as eager to be a part of their home. "You are more then welcome," with a nod of his head the deed would be confirmed, and thus there was very little to be shared between them soon after. "We are in the pit of the Pine Forest, you will know when you are there by the scent borders and you are welcome to pass them. I will tell the others of your joining," Anteros then stood, his audits perked forward atop his crown. "You are welcome to follow me there now as well, if there isn't any other business you have to take care of first." He finished with nothing more then his silence before turning to walk in the direction of the Pines.

Things were looking up, there were more eyes then just his own, as well as strength now to protect those within the Sanctuary. The weight would not fully be on his shoulders much longer, which could extend his services to other things. Now the training could begin, and all those who lived beside him could feel the sense of home once more.

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@Seville
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