06-19-2011, 11:58 AM
He had made the journey around Inferni and toward the pack he had been told about. This Salsola pack, this damnable Italian abomination in his mind, Saluce was not fond of Italians and their ideals. The Frenchman in him detested their ways, but he kept it swallowed back, kept it buried in the event he’d have to deal with these people for very long. No he was looking for the fruit of Conor’s debauchery, he wasn’t sure why he had to know, or why he had taken it upon himself now to keep track of Haku’s offspring but he felt compelled to do so. His horse trotted along at a leisurely pace, bringing him farther away from inferni and closer still to this famed pack. The man wore all his armor and was armed as he always was, this mission was not one he could easily excuse away, if there was offspring of Conor’s here, and if he determined they were infected then they would be put down, easy as that.
The rider came across the scent first before he saw the man, already he had come across someone it seemed, he steered his horse toward the scent before noticing the male finally with his blue eyes. He took in the sight as he always did, noticing the color of his pelt, his build, and waiting to see the eyes of this stranger. Saluce had been learning as much as he could lately about the soul line and it’s traits, so his eyes studied, honestly figuring he’d find nothing in this male but subtle hints seemed to scream out at him before he addressed him.
“Greetings” he said finally, sitting comfortably atop the horse for now, but already he itched for blood.
The rider came across the scent first before he saw the man, already he had come across someone it seemed, he steered his horse toward the scent before noticing the male finally with his blue eyes. He took in the sight as he always did, noticing the color of his pelt, his build, and waiting to see the eyes of this stranger. Saluce had been learning as much as he could lately about the soul line and it’s traits, so his eyes studied, honestly figuring he’d find nothing in this male but subtle hints seemed to scream out at him before he addressed him.
“Greetings” he said finally, sitting comfortably atop the horse for now, but already he itched for blood.