Sex: MaleOOC.
Words. 837 | Please let Sarah post with {Datura} first, thank you! <3 Also, Sarah, I assumed a few things, if you'd like me to change anything poke me and I'll change it asap. :-)IC.
If it had truly been a race that Datura had desired, then Nanook, after assuring himself that he had intentionally lost so as to not hurt the golden boy’s feelings, had thrown it for both boys’ benefits. In truth, Nanook would not have logically found his way to Nomad’s Pass without following so closely upon Datura’s and the woman whom he had been mistaken for (whose name Nanook had forgotten almost as soon as he had heard it) heels as he had. The smoky ivory DiSarinno (ex) prince was unfamiliar with the lands of Relic Lore, his stark disadvantage to being a foreigner. Nanook had begun steeling himself to jibes about being likened to a rotted carcass as the terms of Datura’s race had been that the loser would be such, much earlier in their journey. It had been with a relative ease that Nanook had kept up with Datura and his companion, never letting too much distance get between them for, though his motives were blurred, he was trusting -- as much as Nanook could trust anyone, at any rate -- the two not to lead him into a well thought out trick. Despite this suspicion, borne of feral instinct, Mother Nature’s own code of law, Nanook could not see Datura pulling such a double crossing stunt. The woman, Nanook remained unsure of but he paid her little to no mind. No, that was more of something that he, himself, would pull if he felt it necessary. Still, Nanook had nothing to ascertain that they were going the right way for majority of their trip, at least until an undeniable, fortified pack scent writhed their way the closer to the Pass they got. It was the same scent that lingered (however potently or faintly) upon the golden tendrils of Datura’s fur and Nanook was able to relax ever-so-slightly, confident that this was legit.Fierce, fiery golden eyes assessed his landscapes, attempting to make some sort of impression upon his mind so he could get somewhat comfortable with them in such a short amount of time, before they flickered up to Datura. Leathery nostrils flared in the discontent of walking behind Datura and his companion as if he were some sort of pet, or subordinate. Immediate detest filled Nanook at such a torrid and unacceptable idea and with a push Nanook lengthened his strides to catch up with them, sliding effortlessly to the golden boy’s free side, leaving enough of a crevice between them so that neither boy felt crowded, and so that contact was avoided. Any time Olympia had walked beside him growing up, she had had a nasty habit of brushing shoulders with Nanook often, whether it had been gravity, or to get under his skin he had been unaware and unassuming but it had happened too often for Nanook’s general liking so he took precautions to avoid such things, so long as he was able. Silence was too often the Darkling’s companion and so he did not feel the need to fill it with irrelevant and unwelcome chatter. Not that, even if he felt it necessary, Nanook had anything to chatter about. He was too conservative and enigmatic to talk about before the past that he kept trying and utterly failing as smothering from his life entirely. While his chaotic and dark mind tortured him by remembering (because he thinks of it often, having nothing much else, sadly) he refused to speak of it, to speak much about him. What did his past matter? He was young enough that he assumed it wouldn’t matter much at all. He was born. He grew up. He moved out. Couldn’t that be enough?
A glimpse was spared in Datura’s direction before Nanook’s eyes focused back upon their path, despite it’s unfamiliarity. There was much to consider before they reached Nomad’s Pass’ borders. First, Nanook supposed, was why he was bothering to humor Datura in the first place with all that “handsome” business. In truth, what did it matter what the wolves of Nomad’s Pass rated Datura as on their “handsome scale”? What remained elusive still was why Datura was going through the trouble. Was he really that determined? Or was there a hidden motive? Not that Nanook minded being “recruited” in truth. He knew he needed a pack, though he was not known for playing nice with others, he did find that he craved society. A hierarchical order as to which the lines were clear and precise to follow. Despite that he was never very good with orders, or taking them, Nanook found himself in desperate need of it. The balance existed and had been rather upset when he had been exiled and left to live by his own rules and code. It had been relatively fantastic at first but he needed order to balance his chaos, or the unrest, he feared, would continue. “Datura,” Silence was broken as the golden boy’s name rolling off of Nanook’s tongue, vying for the other’s attention for a few moments. “Are you truly showing me the way to your home to simply prove your attractive worth to me?” Which seemed a little silly, truth be told, but if he was, Nanook supposed it hurt nothing to let Datura’s bubble remain in tact.
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