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The trees are just as sweet as he had hoped. It feels right, to be surrounded by purple flowers, and healers, and an army he's not in charge of. Amando feels safe, and accepted, and lonely, and so very sad. How sad is it, that he didn't even know he was sad until that Sentry pointed it out-- he didn't even give Aeolus a nickname, and that upsets him more than the outcome of the actual interaction, like he cheated the guy, somehow.

He lifts his head, to watch the wind in the leaves. There's just nothing like it-- like waves, but so much nicer. The trees don't have a hit-list for him. The timbre looks totally regal, with his head high, armor gleaming in the sunset, as he announces to the trees, "I'm gonna call him Aioli," with no clue they're not the only ones listening.


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(This post was last modified: September 24, 2018, 11:20:42 AM by .Birch..)




 
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The morning started off a little differently than normal for the chocolate dire. He awoke at the rise of dawn surrounded by his siblings, since they had slept together in a giant heap, thus starting his usual routine of wriggling out of the mass as gently as possible to free himself so that he could sneak out of the den. He liked to start his day before the rest of the pack because it freed him from the stress that came with the possibility of being forced into an unwanted interaction. It was a fear that Birch had since puphood no one knew when or how it developed but it severely impacted his social skills to the point where he couldn't even say a simple hello or morning to someone he would randomly run into. Instead he would actively avoid others. It left him without any friends which saddened the recluse because his greatest desire was to have someone accept him for all of his flaws but he could never bring himself to go out and make that connection.

His family were the only ones he could talk to without issue but he knew that they would eventually begin to drift apart and that fact scared the timid yearling. He knew that his more lively and outgoing brother Felix strove to be a member of the Royal Guard, which sounded both very hard and very cool, and Birch wished him all the success in the world. That being said he couldn't stop the underlying fear that he would abandon his weaker sibling to make friends with other wolves....better wolves. Probably ones that he could compete with and who liked the idea of participating in a real battle as much as he did. Birch was much too soft and fragile for that lifestyle. So the most he could ever offer were words of praise and an ever ready ear to lend when Felix complained about lifes injustices. It was a role easily filled by anyone.

This line of thought continued as he limped onward. Unlike his normal days where he would make a beeline for his secret garden the dire just wandered aimlessly lost in though and fearing for his future. That was until he was startled into reality when he finally took notice of the black and white figure in the distance. Every instinct told him to avoid the stranger but curiosity got the better of the meek yearling. There was something adorning the figures body. Golden eyes could make out the sheen of the material against the soft morning light. So he slowly, and carefully, he made his way closer to the figure who kept their gaze fixated skyward but for what reason was unknown. Small tan paws avoided the many sticks and leaves that threatened to give away his location which slowed his advancement to a crawl. As he got closer he could make out faint words that the other was  muttering to themselves. 

"I'm gonna call him Aioli."

 The yearling tilted his head in confusion. Was the person naming the tree? In that brief second of contemplation the dire accidentally stepped on a slender twig which snapped beneath his weight. The sudden sound caused Birch to jump with a start as he quickly looked down at the wooden remains beneath his feet before looking up to see if the stranger had taken notice. Which was more than likely. His ears fell back and he slowly took a few steps backwards until he felt he  was a respectable distance away from the other. Ohhh this was not what he wanted. He avoided the strangers gaze and bit his lip in distress. What was the stranger going to do? He couldn't run, his injured paw was still recovering, and hiding was no longer an option. Stupid Birch you should have just stayed home!




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He used to startle like a jackrabbit, but Amando isn't nearly so jumpy these days. Maybe he's getting older and anxiety has all of his energy occupied; maybe he feels safe in Inaria. His ears swivel the instant the sound is made, but he takes a moment before actually looking over. The markings carve his eyes out sharply, although one of the white dots above his eyes is raised higher than the other-- curious, more than anything, with a side of concern. "Y'okay, kid?" The timbre ensures, standing despite the creaking protest of his cuirass. "You look like you seen a ghost or somethin'." Not that Amando has-- never; just the white wolf in the water, with knives for eyes and razor-claws, that would hold his head under until the pond ran pink and-- actually, let's not go there.

The leather looks a little heavy on him, with a cobwebbed coil of rope tied to his side. Dressed for war, with the voice of a caricature, and a hopeless smile. "I'm Amando, by the way." Not that anyone asked.


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(This post was last modified: December 17, 2018, 07:46:12 AM by .Birch..)




 
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 "Y'okay, kid?"

The timid youth felt his face flare with embarrassment as the stranger focused his attention on him. His own attention fell down to his toes seeking refuge that he knew didn't exist. Sure the other sounded like a nice person but Birch was just too scared to open up to someone he didn't know or his family trusted. This stranger didn't fall into either of those categories which made the dire lock up as the other began trying to converse with him. However Birch soon found himself glancing up at the black and white stranger as a foreign sound caught his attention reminding him about the strange contraption that the darker male had strapped to his figure. It seemed rough and weathered making the sheltered youth curious about how long the other had been wearing it and how they were able to clean themselves properly if they never took it off.

"You look like you seen a ghost or somethin'."

Birches response was a knee jerk reaction, "I-I-I'm F-fine," he squeaked out in broken pitches as his body tensed up in preparation for his flight or fight instincts to take over. He wanted the ground to swallow him up right then and there; this was so humiliating. 

"I'm Amando, by the way." 

Brain frazzled into an overworking mess replied, "Birch," his ears fell back a bit as he just comprehended what he was doing before he started trying to figure a way out of this situation. He couldn't do this. He'd mess up soon and the stranger would know how pathetic he was but he had so many questions about the object attached to his frame. "Isn't t-that he-heavy," he softly inquired before quickly adding in a more frantic tone, "y-You d-don't have to a-answer."




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He smiles a little, happy to have gotten even a name out of the kid. "Birch. That's good, it fits you." He comes a little closer, keeps his head down so as not to scare him off. "I'm still not gonna call you that, though. Always come up with nicknames-- it's just a me thing." He finally looks up when asking about the armor, but backpedals faster than Amando can run-- and he's pretty good at that. Glancing down at the chestpiece, he conveys, "Nah, not really. Weight's distributed all over, so I don't even notice it." He's not sure that's a good thing.

Finding his eyes again, Amando presses just a little, "Really though, you sure you're alright?" He knows the look of scared out of your mind. Used to spend a lot of time looking for reflections.


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