01-21-2012, 03:42 AM
The sun shown down on the behemoth, the armor he adorned glinted in the sunlight, his impressive physique wearing his armor well. Sitting high atop his massive war horse Charlemange, the man himself looked to be right out of some god awful battle field. As always his ever present great two handed hammer hung in a strap along his side, tethered to the horse. All said he towered above quite a few of the tents and buildings, as the horse slowly walked along the row of merchants. His blue eyes, slowly scanned along the wolves coming and going. It wasn’t something he cared to really participate in, the stench of weed still stung his nose when he passed several tents, even his own packs tent, and it was a pain in his side as he thought about it.
Again the horse lurched forward as he steered it toward more suitable tents that sold items he actually had some interest in. Truth be told he was enjoying himself, all the different wolves and items had brought a good deal of curiosity and had helped to liven up the so far dull winter. Not that the winter in Ichika was without significant events, but day after day of snow and patrols had worn on him physically and mentally.
The tent his eyes zeroed in on was full of items useful to his trade, if it wasn’t obvious already he was a blacksmith, wearing and using only what he had made with his two hands, paws or whatever noun you could use to describe them. His frame swung off the horse as he dismounted, a deep thud shook the ground as his weight settled. First off, he needed some new sharpening stones and other various little items that never seemed to be easily found.
Again the horse lurched forward as he steered it toward more suitable tents that sold items he actually had some interest in. Truth be told he was enjoying himself, all the different wolves and items had brought a good deal of curiosity and had helped to liven up the so far dull winter. Not that the winter in Ichika was without significant events, but day after day of snow and patrols had worn on him physically and mentally.
The tent his eyes zeroed in on was full of items useful to his trade, if it wasn’t obvious already he was a blacksmith, wearing and using only what he had made with his two hands, paws or whatever noun you could use to describe them. His frame swung off the horse as he dismounted, a deep thud shook the ground as his weight settled. First off, he needed some new sharpening stones and other various little items that never seemed to be easily found.