12-30-2010, 12:56 AM
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The Dampwoods at about 5:00 PM on December 28th. INCHARACTER The vigilante stopped abruptly, white eyebrows meeting together between his eyes. The trail was … gone. It had been growing fainter and fainter, and now it seemed that it had evaporated. Vheissu growled, dropping his pack on the soft ground. There was no way, no possibly way that he could have just disappeared into thin air. The ginger man dropped to all fours, circling the area where his pack lay. He wandered a diameter of several yards, sniffing every tree he passed, even climbing into some of them. But there was nothing. Vheissu returned to his pack and fished out a cigarillo. He checked his stash; there were about half a dozen left. He’d be getting over his addiction real quick if he didn’t find or make some more soon. That was not what was on his mind at present however. Sitting on the forest floor, Vheissu began to toss around a handful of possibilities in his mind, engaging the problem. He followed the trail correctly, of that he was certain. Even he knew he was an excellent tracker. It stood to reason, then, that his prey must have been picked up by something or someone. Vheissu lowered his head to the ground once more, inhaling deeply. But it was just as he thought; no blood either. So he was still alive, or had been at the time. That was just as well. He wouldn’t be for long. Vheissu took a long drag and exhaled. There was only one plan of action. From what he had learned from passing through Inferni, there were six other packs southeast. He'd have to visit each one, interact with its members, request information. One annoyance after another. The smoke swirled around his head, and he glowered through the cloud. |
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