Lost Creek Hollow A Fistful of Dollars
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The warrior could only carry his training with him and what was preached to him as a pup, but was there a point? The clans were gone so what was the point of staying in the traditional warrior ways when there is no clan to serve. There was no Major, no Deputy, no medic, no apprentice to train, he only had what he knew and that was about it. What was the last thing he said to his parents? What was the last thing that his mentor, Bluefeather, told him? It all happened in a blur that the dialogue got mixed up that he wasn't sure if someone said one thing or another. Well, what could he do with his training? Get better? Sure there was always that, but what was the point if he couldn't use his skills for a purpose.

There is always a light at the end of the tunnel, I guess.

The golden male moved his limber limbs through the hollow, perhaps this should be his home? Nah, he needs more space, this one had trees like the valley of a mountain, and the boy just needed to run. Speaking of his lifestyle, what was life like here? How did others live? Was there a code? Would the wolves here be barbarians? Goldenwind figured he should drop that attitude since he himself had no home to call his own since his has been destroyed, ironic. If better choices had been made, none of this would have happened, perhaps he still would have been the arrogant boy he had been if the reality check literally didn't come in swinging.
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Solomon pads northeast of Bearclaw Valley. His heavy, wet paws thump and splash against the ground. His ever present frown is evident in his maw due to his drooping lips. The chain on his collar jingles gently agasint his chest and neck as he walks. Wandering into a forest with a thick canopy that surprisingly stops the steady flow of rain fairly well.

His mind is blank as he walks. Pleasantly numb. He wasn’t to sink his teeth into something. Bitter from the situation with his humans. Tries not to think about how sad he truly is.
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Heavy paw steps and breathing were one thing, but the sound of something that wasn't of nature was another. The golden man perked his head up and swiveled his ears towards the direction of what sounded like oncoming death to him. Is this what it sounds like? To be taken into Starclan? No, Starclan sounds like an angel's choir, this sounds like he was about to be dragged into the dark forest. Goldenwind craned his head up and inhaled sharply while keeping his orange gaze towards the oncoming sound. One after another, like an unholy orchestra, the sounds came closer and closer until a figure could be outlined. Like a cautious cat, he kept a steady gaze on the figure as it dragged its paws towards his general direction. Was he seen?

He had to keep his cool, he was a warrior of Windclan, nothing should faze him, not even the wind itself.


So, the male relaxed his muscles, no, I'm not dead yet, I refuse, and tried to look as calm but confident as possible. Should he talk to the creature first? Even if Goldenwind was once arrogant but he never really talked much, he liked to show not tell.
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Bishop’s mindless wandering is halted by the presence of another. His mind works overtime to bring him back to reality when he sees the glint of blonde close enough for him to identify. Oh? Food? He thinks. His tall form stops and his head leans a bit more to the left. Blue eyes squinting, he tries to figure out what that is moving object is over there.

“Show yourself.” He says calmly to the mystery stranger before him. “Who are you?” He asks once more.
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The stranger only squinted, he couldn't see? But his thoughts didn't reflect his face, unmoving and stoic. The large male asked in a calm, and almost inviting matter to address who he was but Goldenwind wouldn't be so foolish. "Depends who is asking," he delivers with a smooth serene voice, he wouldn't give out his name like free samples to completely unknown strangers. The warrior was compliant to converse, but he knew that he was in a completely different place with different values, it would be wise for him to keep his cards close to his chest.

Goldenwind tried to relax as best as possible, he had to be in control of the situation.

He kept his blonde tail low to the ground and put no muscle into it, the situation didn't need to escalate unless there was a given reason and he would have to swiftly deal with such a beast. No trouble right?
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The golden wolf reveals himself to the mountainous man. He can clearly see who exactly is in front of him now. His interest is moderately piqued. Though his drive to kill is almost stronger. He wants to chase the little wolf like he used to do when he lived on the farm. Shaking them until their bodies were limp and pools of blood were speared all over him, the grass and the body of the dead wolf. He knows that once they died, he did a good job. He made his humans proud and protected the fluffy white animals that they cherished so much.

But he has nothing to protect now. What’s the point? This little guy doesn’t stand a chance against him. So he hums in reply to acknowledge that he heard him. “Bishop.” He says is such a deep octave that it sounds thick with base. “Call me Bishop.” He repeats for clarity. 

“I kind of wanna kill you.” He says in that same deep voice. As if he’s speaking of the weather. “But there’s no point.” He says as if he’s convincing himself more than anyone.

Then his previously emotionless face shifts into something more contemplative and painful. He sighs. “Just don’t talk to me.” He hums and begins walking past him. 

The image of the wolves when he used to kill to protect livestock flash through his mind. Then of his more recent life — Luke. He misses playing with Luke. He was a wolf and he didn’t kill him. Maybe he could play with this one too. So he hesitates in his walk. Wanting to go back and speak with them. His head is starting to hurt from how hard he’s over thinking everything.
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The golden warrior stood unmoved as the beast said his name with such bass in his tone that it could have ran instant chills up anyone's spine. The boy had to admit, he had never heard a voice like this but he musn't show that he was stirred, a warrior must never be sitrred in the fact of a stranger. Perhaps that was his pride knocking at the door. He called himself Bishop, what an odd name for such a character like him, maybe he would be known as Stoneheart back in his clan. But the young boy had to dial it back down and remember that he wasn't in clan territory anymore so anything seemed alien to him.

"Goldenwind," he stated simply, and nothing more for he wanted to share as little as possible.

But what struck the male as odd was Bishop's next sentence and how he didn't sugar coat the fact that he had an urge to kill him. Now normally, this wouldn't shake him in the slightest because many were making the same threats to his face on such a daily baisis that it struck him as the norm. Everyone that wasn't Windclan wanted him dead, and he just accepted that. But Bishop said it in a way so casually that it almost baffled the warrior, his brows slightly up but not by much. The male could have easily mocked him, how this weird looking wolf with bling on his neck and face looked like melted wax could assume that he would accomplish such a thing.

The golden boy had his fair share of opponents both big and small, while he didn't poses such psysical strength, it was his speed and cunning wit that made him such a formitable foe. But, there was a sort of charm to this, he really couldn't get passed how casual it was, so he tipped his muzzle down just a bit as a smile peeled on his face. One could have mistaken his airy chuckle as a scoff as he shrugged his shoulders like a cat. "Well," he stated with the same casuality in his voice as he raised his crown back up to get a clear look at Bishop, "You and the rest of the forest." Goldenwind almost made it a joke, but his voice wasn't mocking, he stated his peace with an amused but cool tone. 


But the large man said he wouldn't and proceeded to turn the conversation off by telling Goldenwind not to talk to him and brushed passed him. His amusesment didn't last long so his smile was gone but he didn't look annoyed, he didn't get upset, he just uninterestingly stared as the man walked passed him in a slow pace. The warrior turned his head away from the departing male, "alright," he said simply and too began to walk away as if he was minding his own business. 
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The fawn saddled male stops when he hears the indifference in the others voice. The one named Goldenwind. A fairly interesting name that suited the canary coated wolf. Surely the smaller male was as fast as the wind too. That’s the problem he’s always had; he’s too slow and has lost the tracks of multiple wolves when he worked on his farm. Oh well, it can’t be helped.

Still, he can’t help looking back to the other. His ruined ears trying their best to shift on his skull. He keeps thinking of Luke. A happy go lucky man. He should be more like him and go play with the little, yellow wolf. He’s kinda cute in a way.

He turns fully and trots up closer to the other, probably startling him since he was behind him. His face is still moderately emotionless except for the curious gleam of excitement in his sky blue eyes. Even the wag of his useless, stumpy tail betraying him, a small wiggle of his hindquarters along with it as well.

“Just kidding.” He hums deeply. “I’m not gonna kill ya. I kind of wanna play with you, little wolf.” Comes his monotone yet more excited reply than his previous ones. “You literally have to play with me now.” He comments with a droopy, yet charming smile. Wide and floppy, spotted tongue poking over his front teeth.
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Sorry I have been late with this response! I was just ded

This was a strange one, in many ways Goldenwind could only ask questions like, where are you even from? What is with that thing around your neck? Why do you look so strange? But the slim male decided to belt up and not mention anything. Talk less, frown more. The warrior kept a stone stare at the larger man, the fewer emotions he showed, the less chance he has to be exploited. But quick as a switch, the male said that he was only kidding, but how could Goldenwind tell? He was so monotone with everything he just said up until now, how could he trust him.

Then the beige man said that he wanted to play..what? How old was he? But the golden boy had forced himself to stay at homeostasis and kept his face the same as Soloman spoke his demands. The sun plated wolf couldn't just say no and walk away, what if he ripped him apart? Or, he could turn this around to his own favor, so a small sigh parted from his lips as he bore a small smirk. "Alright," his voice was smooth as his orange eyes slowly glared into the dull gaze of Solomon, "But I get to choose the game," he stated simply.
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