12-23-2011, 03:58 PM
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It was a new month. Not much less cold; snow still fell softly on the ground, but thankfully there was far less wind. Still, it was nice weather for winter. Clouds hung around the sky, but this day had chosen to wear a soft duck-egg blue. The sun tried its best to light up the land, and Sebastian appreciated its efforts enough to go on an exploratory trek.
He carried his quiver, bow and arrows slung across his back and his satchel over his shoulder. Stiletto daggers were sheathed in his pockets. His ear was adorned with a golden loop and the thin silver chain was around his neck. He felt ready. To feel especially ready, he had also brought two bottles of strong red wine in his satchel.
The forest was full of maple trees, branches dipped under snow. Hardy paws carried him far, his bright orange eyes always on the lookout for something to draw. The city limits had been reached rather quickly and now he was in the relative wilderness. He'd caught and eaten a rabbit, taken a gulp of wine and a pleasing warmth had curled in his belly.
It was several hours before he made a find. What appeared at first to be a large log cabin, a human invention. Though wolves were capable of creating such buildings- some of them, anyway- Sebastian was intrigued. Perhaps some human artefacts lay undisturbed.
The lithe Italian padded up the door and pushed. Nothing. He turned the door handle. Nothing. He scowled, put his belongings on the porch and threw his shoulder against it. Aside from a squeak and a bruised shoulder, Sebastian gained no prize.
The lean male stood in front of the obstacle, his arms crossed and his hips leaning to one side as he tilted his head. He could break a window, but that was unnecessary mess. Perhaps he could go down the chimney? Unlikely he would fit. Sebastian's brow furrowed as he considered this problem. He needed raw strength to force this door open.
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It was a new month. Not much less cold; snow still fell softly on the ground, but thankfully there was far less wind. Still, it was nice weather for winter. Clouds hung around the sky, but this day had chosen to wear a soft duck-egg blue. The sun tried its best to light up the land, and Sebastian appreciated its efforts enough to go on an exploratory trek.
He carried his quiver, bow and arrows slung across his back and his satchel over his shoulder. Stiletto daggers were sheathed in his pockets. His ear was adorned with a golden loop and the thin silver chain was around his neck. He felt ready. To feel especially ready, he had also brought two bottles of strong red wine in his satchel.
The forest was full of maple trees, branches dipped under snow. Hardy paws carried him far, his bright orange eyes always on the lookout for something to draw. The city limits had been reached rather quickly and now he was in the relative wilderness. He'd caught and eaten a rabbit, taken a gulp of wine and a pleasing warmth had curled in his belly.
It was several hours before he made a find. What appeared at first to be a large log cabin, a human invention. Though wolves were capable of creating such buildings- some of them, anyway- Sebastian was intrigued. Perhaps some human artefacts lay undisturbed.
The lithe Italian padded up the door and pushed. Nothing. He turned the door handle. Nothing. He scowled, put his belongings on the porch and threw his shoulder against it. Aside from a squeak and a bruised shoulder, Sebastian gained no prize.
The lean male stood in front of the obstacle, his arms crossed and his hips leaning to one side as he tilted his head. He could break a window, but that was unnecessary mess. Perhaps he could go down the chimney? Unlikely he would fit. Sebastian's brow furrowed as he considered this problem. He needed raw strength to force this door open.