fyi...I really suck at starters. Near Southern Border of Inferni, The Dampwoods, 10am~ish. Rurik is in optime form.
If one were to ask him why he had ventured north rather than south or east, where he normally stayed, then he would tell them it was out of curiosity. Rurik had never gone very far north, or very far period. To date CdA was as far as he has been, and that hadn't turned out very well. The encounter with the man from CdA was still fairly fresh in his mind, and his back and shoulder tingled a bit when he thought about it for too long, reminding him of the bite and slash wounds he had received. They had closed now, thanks to the help of a random woman he had happened across by nothing more than purest luck. All that was left of the two wounds was a pinkish scar running from his shoulder to half way across his back where fur wouldn't grow back in, and a few pink spots on his left shoulder from the man biting him. Although his wounds were fixed, his cloak was still slashed and he only had one shirt left after making a make-shift bandage out of his other one.
This was another reason he had ventured closer to a pack, Inferni if he remembered correctly, than he normally would. He was hoping to find someone to trade with, or steal from if it came to it. He would like to avoid the second one, but if it came to the other having something he wanted and they didn't want to trade him for it then he didn't see how it could be avoided. Although there were somethings he wouldn't trade with, like his black bow staff that he was using as a walking stick, or the katana resting on his left hip, or his dagger on his right leg, or the golden chaos necklace that had been his mothers that shone in the early morning sun light against his gray shirt and dark brown cloak. He might trade for the pack he had on his back, but it would be a stretch.
Along with a trader, he was looking for a pack to join. After his encounter at CdA he knew he needed to join a pack. Had he already been in a pack he wouldn't have had to stumble around for 2 days hoping to find someone to help him, he could have gone back to the pack to get help. He didn't want to chance death from infected wounds again, or death at all if he could help it. He knew it wasn't likely that he could join Inferni. He vaguely remembered something someone told him a long time ago about Inferni being coyotes or something. He couldn't remember who told him, but that part didn't matter, he wasn't interested in joining in Inferni anyways. All he wanted to to was find someone willing to trade with him.
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