wannabe superhero

Skoll Haskel · 08-09-2012, 03:49 PM

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There were monsters in the world, and Skoll wanted to dispose of them.

Unfortunately, there was little that the young wolfdog could do. He had sparred with Adelle, but secondhand lessons had done him little good compared to the training he might have received under a fully-grown warrior. He knew that he would be done for if he confronted the beasts that had done so much harm to his pack mates.

He wasn’t completely hopeless, however; he could at least pinpoint the threats. He knew that his parents would be furious if they knew he was searching for killers, but he wasn’t in the mindset to cause trouble when he didn’t have to. He just wanted to find the monsters that had dared strike down the innocent, and then he would bring the whole cavalry of the Kingdom down on them. They might be able to hurt an old woman, or a man who couldn’t run away, but they’d be useless with all the great soldiers of the pack charging with a vengeance.

The young man was driven, his green eyes gleaming with predatory focus. He’d abandoned his lupus form despite its advantage of endurance over long distances, opting instead for the speed and power of his halfling shape, just in case he did need to fight or flee. He traveled south first, scouting over the hills and former Crimson Dreams territory before crossing the Trenches (spooking an old lone dog who was hunting there). He hoped to make a circuit of the southern lands, knowing that the harsher wasn’t a place for other courtiers anyway.

Early morning of the next day landed him in the vicinage of Serena Reserve, where wapiti roamed and fog coated the land. The fenced-in boundary interested him, but he put it to his left shoulder and ventured northward to the thick forest he was most familiar with. So far there wasn’t any immediate danger or suspicious characters, but the secui boy was determined to check out the whole area before he dared go home.

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