Predate to June 14, location Strega's Bay/ 630 words
The pack's territory was larger than he remembered it 6 months ago. While he couldn't remember exactly how much they land they had in the beginning, he could tell they had grown considerably in his absence. Rurik was sitting outside of a ruined house at the edge of a bay, a small pile of old, dry wood next to him and a small dancing fire in front of him. The fire helped him calm his mind and order his thoughts, even if he wasn't anxious about anything it still relaxed him. On the other side of him was his pack, full of various food items, spare cloths, or junk he found. Next to that, closer to his, was his katana. Behind him, leaned up against the house, was his black staff.
The news about the coming ball had surprised him a bit. no so much that they were creating an alliance with another pack, but with what pack it was. The Cercatori D' Arte pack, a pack who's name he had once thought sounded fancy which meant they must have fancy stealable things. He had tried to cross their borders one night but was stopped by a male much larger than himself. When that didn't work, he tried to set their tree on fire, despite multiple warnings and chances to leave peacefully. The male had beaten him and cut him up pretty good, he was surprised the injuries hadn't scared. Being as foolishly trusting as he had been, Rurik had given the male his full name. At the time he didn't think anything of it, but now that he thought back on it he thought that there was a very good chance that the male had reported his offence to his alpha, warning them to keep an eye out for someone matching Rurik's description. This had been back in 2011 though, what month he couldn't remember exactly, but he doubted that if anyone else in that pack had found out about it that they would just forgive and forget, his luck didn't run that way.
His thoughts were slowly taking a turn for the worse as he stared into the fire before him, conjuring images of tomorrow's ball. The Alpha recognizing him and reporting what he had done to Jazper. Even though he had been a loner at the time, he doubted Jazper would take something like that very lightly. He looked away from the fire before he could finish the thought. "Who knows...maybe they have forgotten." He said to himself, looking up and around him at his surroundings. "Yea...and maybe pigs will fly and cows will talk." He said glumly. With a sigh he stood up and stared down at the fire. "No sense worrying myself about trouble that hasn't started yet. I'll just keep myself as scarce as possible tomorrow." He left the fire burning and turned to grab his staff, twirling it once around his hand out of habit. He figured since his fire wasn't calming him down, he would practice his staff skills, maybe something physical like that would still his thoughts.
He walked a little ways away from the fire and stood with his staff in his hand, his arm hanging next to him loosely. With a twitch of his wrist it twirled once, then again, building speed. He let it slip in his hand so he was grasping the bottom of the shaft, slid one foot forward and spun, swinging the staff wide. He continued like this, moving from one attack to the next with flowing movements that seemed long practiced and almost second nature to him. After a while his mind blanked and he became unaware of his surroundings, simply enjoying the familiarity of his staff swinging threw the air at imaginary targets.
.lava .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:11px;}
.lava p {color:#e83b12;}
.lava b {color:#bf0000; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 1em #c31f1a;}
.lava i {color:#ee8c43;}
.lava {background-image:url(http://i823.photobucket.com/albums/zz15 ... orious.png); background-color:#331a13; background-poition:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; width:390px; padding:255px 0px 0px 10px; border:1px solid #081921; border-radius:3%; box-shadow: 0px 0px 7px 2px #000; margin: 0px auto;}
</style>
[/html]