01-22-2010, 02:11 AM
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Per Sonja! 442
Despite the dangerous times, the Marino man still felt the need to venture to lands far from his home. The pack of Dreamers had gathered only days before to learn of the war brewing in the east between the wolves of Dahlia and the Inferni coyotes. Crimson Dreams was situated safely enough away from the threat and held no involvement in the feud, but worry still plagued his mind. Phoenix Valley, the land where Naniko and his children resided was much closer to the battlegrounds. He saw no reason for the fighting to reach so far away from the warring packs’ lands, yet could not so easily keep the worries away. He did not wish to get involved with the blood stained problems of other packs and was simply left to sit and hope for the best.
Even with all this in mind, Ehno couldn’t deny himself another adventurous trip from home. He couldn’t quite shake the thought of that little village from his mind. It was a quaint little place, so starkly different from the city of Halifax he had grown used to. Even in face of the dangers of skirting the two warn-torn territories to reach his destination, he showed no hesitation. It would be just a quick trip, he told himself. He would slip in and take a quick look around before returning home. Whether the home he returned to would be the manor in Crimson Dreams or to Phoenix Valley and the cabin his children resided in, he was unsure. The male would simply make that decision when the time came, taking things one step at a time. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
The Italian man took to the familiar beaten path through the woods, eager to get another glance at the strange, modest village. When finally stepped out from beneath the leafy canopy covering the trail and into the clearing the small town was nestled in, a smile came to his features. The simple nature of this place had inspired the carpenter quite a bit after his first visit here, and he hoped that he could draw more inspiration from it now. The chocolate hued male drifted slowly through the travel-worn paths, glancing around at the varying structures as he walked. He stopped in front of what had once been a schoolhouse, a stone structure created with an impressive, yet simple design. Amber eyes admired the stone edifice, taking in the unique rural design and the time-worn flaws that adorned the building. It was something he could not easily replicate himself, being used to working solely with wood, but it intrigued him nonetheless.
Despite the dangerous times, the Marino man still felt the need to venture to lands far from his home. The pack of Dreamers had gathered only days before to learn of the war brewing in the east between the wolves of Dahlia and the Inferni coyotes. Crimson Dreams was situated safely enough away from the threat and held no involvement in the feud, but worry still plagued his mind. Phoenix Valley, the land where Naniko and his children resided was much closer to the battlegrounds. He saw no reason for the fighting to reach so far away from the warring packs’ lands, yet could not so easily keep the worries away. He did not wish to get involved with the blood stained problems of other packs and was simply left to sit and hope for the best.
Even with all this in mind, Ehno couldn’t deny himself another adventurous trip from home. He couldn’t quite shake the thought of that little village from his mind. It was a quaint little place, so starkly different from the city of Halifax he had grown used to. Even in face of the dangers of skirting the two warn-torn territories to reach his destination, he showed no hesitation. It would be just a quick trip, he told himself. He would slip in and take a quick look around before returning home. Whether the home he returned to would be the manor in Crimson Dreams or to Phoenix Valley and the cabin his children resided in, he was unsure. The male would simply make that decision when the time came, taking things one step at a time. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
The Italian man took to the familiar beaten path through the woods, eager to get another glance at the strange, modest village. When finally stepped out from beneath the leafy canopy covering the trail and into the clearing the small town was nestled in, a smile came to his features. The simple nature of this place had inspired the carpenter quite a bit after his first visit here, and he hoped that he could draw more inspiration from it now. The chocolate hued male drifted slowly through the travel-worn paths, glancing around at the varying structures as he walked. He stopped in front of what had once been a schoolhouse, a stone structure created with an impressive, yet simple design. Amber eyes admired the stone edifice, taking in the unique rural design and the time-worn flaws that adorned the building. It was something he could not easily replicate himself, being used to working solely with wood, but it intrigued him nonetheless.