06-12-2010, 02:01 AM
As the Male had set out once again his travels took him northward. His original intentions where to leave the shoreline and continue west into the interior of the great continent, but the landscape was dotted with different packs and social structures that made a straight line as the crow flies impossible. Soft pads continued to walk along the earth, stature straight and stoic as always. It was not in his nature to not uphold his bravado and confidence. The foreign landscape was completely alien to his senses, nothing about this new land proved to be similar except maybe the large expanses of forests. But even that seemed alien as where the different social structures, more primal and more unnatural to his upbringing. Quietly a optime paw scratched under his right eye for a moment before his nose tested the air taking in any changes that might otherwise prove helpful in his efforts to remain mostly unnoticed until he had a better grasp of these lands and people.
The day had proved to be rather long and uneventful, the rain a few days ago had ruined several good days of travel. Before settling down tonight he had expected himself to travel some amount of distance further. The thoughts and warnings of previous travels he had quietly met had told him to beware of the clan Inferni since he was most certainly from a wolf lineage. To him this really posed no threat since he didn’t plan on making a dramatic entrance to this clan anyways, even though getting the chance to study coyote’s was somewhat intriguing to his mind and wouldn’t certainly make for a good book if he ever returned back home. With quiet resolve the warrior continued on his trek, the trek that was as much an adventure, as it was a study in the way different regions of the world where progressing. English expansionism wasn’t lost on him as the wolves there had almost as soon as their awakening proved to be extremely proficient at adopting the way of life the humans who once called that land home had.
Before long a scent started to come across his nose, unsure of its source but sure of its substance the stain of blood on the wind was easily noted as fire was on the eyes. Bending down the wolf studied the terrain closely, looking for different signs. His talented nose quickly started picking apart the heavily stained wind noting a distinctly female smell along with the scent of something feline. The male had encountered what they called a cougar here a few weeks back, thankfully it had wanted nothing to do with him, more interested in him leaving it’s hunting zone then chancing an encounter with him. Curiosity slightly set in and before coconsciously aware his frame started out in the direction his nose was leading him.
As he approached closer his arms slowly unsheathed his two brilliantly decorated swords to either side of his hips. The hilts themselves where ornately fashioned with silver pummels fashioned in the likeness of a wolf, bound in European leather that his grip was tightened around toward a long dazzling straight edged double bladed sword. When looked upon they would have been considered quite burdensome to a human but to him they seemed rather small, after all he was more warrior then assassin but he was never against using his dagger if need be. Quietly the imposing form approached from downwind of the source, circling around in a predatory fashion until he came across the scene. For some time he crouched looking around wondering if it was the solitary female and whether or not he had arrived too late to have changed the outcome. Slanting his neck sideways in thought wondering if it was wise to jump in a heroic fashion acting the dumb idiot who could just as easily be breaking an unwritten code in these alien forests, with a sigh he made up his mind. Standing and walking the distance easily swords drawn eyes focused at not her but around the area before reaching the women. Unsure if alive or dead his hears picked up the faint sound of breathing as he finally allowed his eyes to peer down at the mess.
The women was partially covered by the dead cougar, the mix of blood made it impossible to tell just how bad her injuries where. Looking upward and rolling his eyes inwardly thinking he’s a fool he sheaths his swords and bends down to get a closer look. Without much in the way of introducing himself he studies the women and animal before let his arms reach out and grab the legs of the animal to move it away at the very least.
Once finished he returns quietly, his form shifts uneasily on his bent thighs before letting his maw open to speak. “You seem to have gotten yourself into trouble from the looks of it”. His piercing blue eyes continued to look across her form noting the several gashes along her body, although his male mind finding it incredibly hard to not notice her rather exquisite form. Reaching back into his pack he begins to fumbled around for supplies. “I can offer assistance if it’s wanted” again being the gentlemen.
The day had proved to be rather long and uneventful, the rain a few days ago had ruined several good days of travel. Before settling down tonight he had expected himself to travel some amount of distance further. The thoughts and warnings of previous travels he had quietly met had told him to beware of the clan Inferni since he was most certainly from a wolf lineage. To him this really posed no threat since he didn’t plan on making a dramatic entrance to this clan anyways, even though getting the chance to study coyote’s was somewhat intriguing to his mind and wouldn’t certainly make for a good book if he ever returned back home. With quiet resolve the warrior continued on his trek, the trek that was as much an adventure, as it was a study in the way different regions of the world where progressing. English expansionism wasn’t lost on him as the wolves there had almost as soon as their awakening proved to be extremely proficient at adopting the way of life the humans who once called that land home had.
Before long a scent started to come across his nose, unsure of its source but sure of its substance the stain of blood on the wind was easily noted as fire was on the eyes. Bending down the wolf studied the terrain closely, looking for different signs. His talented nose quickly started picking apart the heavily stained wind noting a distinctly female smell along with the scent of something feline. The male had encountered what they called a cougar here a few weeks back, thankfully it had wanted nothing to do with him, more interested in him leaving it’s hunting zone then chancing an encounter with him. Curiosity slightly set in and before coconsciously aware his frame started out in the direction his nose was leading him.
As he approached closer his arms slowly unsheathed his two brilliantly decorated swords to either side of his hips. The hilts themselves where ornately fashioned with silver pummels fashioned in the likeness of a wolf, bound in European leather that his grip was tightened around toward a long dazzling straight edged double bladed sword. When looked upon they would have been considered quite burdensome to a human but to him they seemed rather small, after all he was more warrior then assassin but he was never against using his dagger if need be. Quietly the imposing form approached from downwind of the source, circling around in a predatory fashion until he came across the scene. For some time he crouched looking around wondering if it was the solitary female and whether or not he had arrived too late to have changed the outcome. Slanting his neck sideways in thought wondering if it was wise to jump in a heroic fashion acting the dumb idiot who could just as easily be breaking an unwritten code in these alien forests, with a sigh he made up his mind. Standing and walking the distance easily swords drawn eyes focused at not her but around the area before reaching the women. Unsure if alive or dead his hears picked up the faint sound of breathing as he finally allowed his eyes to peer down at the mess.
The women was partially covered by the dead cougar, the mix of blood made it impossible to tell just how bad her injuries where. Looking upward and rolling his eyes inwardly thinking he’s a fool he sheaths his swords and bends down to get a closer look. Without much in the way of introducing himself he studies the women and animal before let his arms reach out and grab the legs of the animal to move it away at the very least.
Once finished he returns quietly, his form shifts uneasily on his bent thighs before letting his maw open to speak. “You seem to have gotten yourself into trouble from the looks of it”. His piercing blue eyes continued to look across her form noting the several gashes along her body, although his male mind finding it incredibly hard to not notice her rather exquisite form. Reaching back into his pack he begins to fumbled around for supplies. “I can offer assistance if it’s wanted” again being the gentlemen.