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Harou le medina gedida - Arslan - June 06, 2025
He had given out enough of the green to feel pleased, and when he went to the other end of the wilds he was sure he would have further success. He was beginning to perfect his sales pitch.
A trot to the edge of the pass and he lifted his head to announce his arrival home. He would stay for a couple days before collecting fresh green and leaving for the other packs; he wanted to catch up with his brother, to see how Leto's children were growing. There would be time for it all between rests.
RE: Harou le medina gedida - Soto - June 08, 2025
soto knows arslan to be industrious, but as the days blend together and spring revolves into an early summer, he does not see the halcyon again.
his ears perk to hear the lion's howl at their borders. arriving to meet him at an efficient trot, soto apprises his condition. he looks lean from travel, but not bedraggled. still the charismatic lion he knows.
como te fue, arslan?
RE: Harou le medina gedida - Arslan - June 09, 2025
Soto comes to greet him, Arslan's tail wagging low when he sees the segundo.
Tenemos clientes en la Caldera.He says, a grin painting his face.
Las 'moon' manadas creen que son demasiado buenas para green.That was the impression he got, anyways. Bunch of snobs. He shifted the position of his head to show Soto the contents of his pouch; nearly empty. Besides the Caldera he had traded it off to some loners as well.
RE: Harou le medina gedida - Soto - July 15, 2025
new clients. a brush of hope flutters in soto's often guarded heart.
he will ponder the moon-tribe later; some cultures are resistant to the green. others more receptive.
bien hecho.soto appraises, a low sweep of his tail in rejoinder.
he noses the contents of the pouch, pleased by arslan's work. in a rare break of dialect, soto turns his single eye upon the visually pleasing outline of verapaz's drug-runner.
hungry?
RE: Harou le medina gedida - Arslan - July 16, 2025
He has done his job well, and is now rewarded with the prospect of a meal. Arslan nods promptly, admittedly excited by the idea; most of his recent meals have consisted of others cold leftovers.
Trotting ahead, he pauses for Soto to take the lead this time. Maybe out of respect, or maybe because he is not quite sure where the two of them are going. Nonetheless he wants a full stomach when he sees Kemal, there is much to tell his far less travelled brother.
RE: Harou le medina gedida - Soto - July 31, 2025
the pair move forward, steps falling in a single rhythm. it pleases soto to see arslan hang back just so, and fills him with a powerful burst of male pride.
he ranges south, following the outline of the distant canyons. near a profusion of faded summer sedge, soto pauses. along the shimmering horizon of reds and tans, three black silhouettes move in a haze.
pronghorns. their shadows move slowly across the chaparral plains. soto’s single eye holds arslan in its gaze, appreciating the subtle beauty of his brilliant red ruff before he slinks off towards their future meals at a quiet trot.
RE: Harou le medina gedida - Arslan - July 31, 2025
He spotted their prey as Soto did, meeting the segundo at his shoulder. Pronghorn were a hard catch, but between the two of them he felt confident that at least one of the swift creatures could be brought down.
They do not linger long, Arslan following behind with a quiet pep. The meal aside, he knows hunting with Soto is always an experience he savours even without the prize of a meal. It's bloody, aggressive, yet a show of companionship all wrapped in a neat bow. He isn't a sentimental man, but he knows what should be appreciated.
RE: Harou le medina gedida - Soto - August 23, 2025
they share a look of knowing.
soto slinks east, confident arslan will do the same to the west.
the pronghorn graze, the sharp crunch of their long molars grinding vegetation to leafy pulps.
situated behind a slab of worn sandstone, soto sinks into place. a quiet wind has picked up to the southeast; only a matter of time before their cover is blown.
the closest pronghorn lifts her delicate head, some hidden sense alerting her of danger. but by then soto has sprung from the underbrush, teeth snapping at her haunches and driving her straight into the path of arslan.