BUDAPEST [o]
Feb 27, 2015 0:20:23 GMT -5
Post by MISS PINK on Feb 27, 2015 0:20:23 GMT -5
Raziel had finally accepted a mission. The brute had offered to take up scouting for more territory, his wanderer's foot itching once again. Normally by now he would have grown bored with pack life and it would be a lie to say he hadn't thought of leaving, but something about the dynamic kept him waiting with bated breath. For what? Raziel did not know the answer to that. Alv weaved in and out of his legs as the pair traveled away from the abandoned military sector. Alv had needed out of the confinement anyway. The little fox had dealt with quite a few stares.
The wolf had decided to put his faith in Tzafar and her mission despite everything his instincts told him. His instincts told him never to trust another damn pack again. Once Lamora had taken the Badai, Raziel had no interest in continuing his affiliation. Rather he wandered for quite some time until the wind carried him a rumor. Tzafar had seized power again. Raziel wasn't surprised. She wasn't a female to lay around and let the boys do the work for her. No, she was letting everyone do the work for her now and that was about the smartest thing Raziel had ever seen.
She was a business woman and Raziel was a loyal employee, moving swiftly North until the Symerton Station came into view. It was just outside of downtown, but not so far away that it could very easily be taken and held. It was not the ideal location. Once inside the wolf realized how musty it was and he immediately wrinkled his nose. It could be cleaned up. Besides, it looked easy enough to hold in case of attack. There were neither too few nor too many exits, enough to guard and enough to allow an escape route in case of emergencies.
The wolf looked at overturned benches and ticket stations that were wrecked with old paper and rusty chairs. He saw potential. Alv saw a mouse. The fox darted off and Raziel continued by himself until he found the abandoned boxcars. Assured that his companion would catch up with him, the Tempest scout began sniffing among the cars and wondering how they could be used to their advantage. He knew it would be a fine accomplishment to have the territory he scouted be the one Tzafar picked. This drove his ambition as he finally found an opening in one and hauled himself inside, greeted by broken bottles and glass.
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