06-08-2011, 09:16 PM
Inrik had woken up that morning deep in thought as he lay in the grass. His talk with the wolf from the previous day had his mind filled with confusion. He had been so accustomed to being passed off as a mere traveller passing through each land to use their inhabitants. The prospect of becoming one of them had never crossed his mind. He enjoyed his travels his lack of relations, his loneliness was the only thing that seemed constant. His youth had been one filled with travel so he just thought it was the life for him. But what if I stopped? Was a question he let flow out in his deep voice toward his large stallion Brute. Brute was his only other constant since he obtained him. He was the bearer of his secrets and at times Inrik was the bearer of his. The black wolf sighed and pulled himself up. Ok Brute lets try East Inrik wasn’t too sure of how many packs the land bore so he had just decided to ride with no real direction. The day before he found himself on the borders of Cercatori D’Arte he wondered what would be the next one.
It was late afternoon when he smelled the next border. Brute rode with great speed and his larges hooves pounded deep into the mud as his white and brown speckled muscles flexed with each stride. There was a clink of metals coming from the pack strapped firmly under the large black and gray stained lupreci. Inrik gave a howl of greeting as he always did. He hoped he would have enough customers from just the two packs so he didn’t have to talk to more people. He hopped from the horse and patted Brute with his hand; his arm covered in a golden band. Now the wait my friend. The broad shouldered male untied the sack at his horse’s side and took a deep breath to prepare himself. He didn’t like this part but it was the only way to gain customers who provided him with his needs.
It was late afternoon when he smelled the next border. Brute rode with great speed and his larges hooves pounded deep into the mud as his white and brown speckled muscles flexed with each stride. There was a clink of metals coming from the pack strapped firmly under the large black and gray stained lupreci. Inrik gave a howl of greeting as he always did. He hoped he would have enough customers from just the two packs so he didn’t have to talk to more people. He hopped from the horse and patted Brute with his hand; his arm covered in a golden band. Now the wait my friend. The broad shouldered male untied the sack at his horse’s side and took a deep breath to prepare himself. He didn’t like this part but it was the only way to gain customers who provided him with his needs.