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Saul Stormbringer · 11-08-2010, 05:08 AM

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ooc;; -pettles Saluce- poor lickle boy!

Saul Stormbringer

A month had come and gone and Saul was still alive and kicking. There were some plus sides to the end of this month that he had not had the benefit of having last month. He was no longer on his own, he belonged to a pack. He was reunited with his brothers, although his sister was still missing. He was slowly learning to hunt, having missed out on these vital lessons when he really needed them. He had learned to shift, his optime form one of alien nature at the moment and one he didn't really like using. But he would get there, he would grow to see the uses of this form when he began to seek out teachers. It had come to the young boys attention that he was lacking in skills that would make him a useful pack member. Though he was still a pup, or adolecent as he now wished to be referred to as, he wanted to start building himself from an early age. Saul was, apparently, very big on self achievement.

It was late afternoon by the time Saul set out from home. His morning bath had been frosty and cold, the cold air of the morning not helping to dry his fur like it used to. He considered briefly changing his routine having his bath after his run. It was a big step for the young male, who not only severly relied on his routine to get him through the day, but was developing a bit of an obsessive personality. Before he left, his bedroom had been returned to the neatness he wanted it to be in- the small single bed made with pristine care so the brown blankets hugged the mattress severly. The small wooden dresser and footstool tucked neatly against the wall as always. Saul hadn't started to collect any clothing yet, since he preferred his lupus and secui forms over his optime right now. But a wardrobe stood tall facing his bed on the far wall by the door. A small treasure trunk lay at the foot of his bed. He had removed an item before leaving, keeping it firmly in his mouth as he left.

His nose guided him through Wolfville, the dark and musky scent of fire and metal leading him to where he wanted to go. He wanted to find the blacksmith, although he was yet to learn his name. The dagger in his jaws had been a present from Gideon, given to him by Bris, from their father and who knew how many relations before them. He wanted to know what it was, and despite his pacifist nature, how to use it. He didnt wish to fight with it, but he realised just how vulnerable their house was if both Conor and Bris were out. They were all puppies at one stage of development and they neede protection when the adults were away. Saul intended to do this. Green eyes searched as he reached the shop, taking in the soot that clung to most surfaces, noticing the gleaming silver that clung to everything else. It was like a wonderland in here. Nervously, Saul called out.

""Hello? Is there anyone here?"

He didnt even know that the blacksmith would be there, but he had figured a systematic search would be better than a random one. If he wasnt here, Saul planned on searching Wolfville before moving on to the outer lands of Dahlia. He was determined to protect his family, whatever it took.

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