07-22-2009, 11:29 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/char ... _tears.jpg); background-color:#0E141B; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:246px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> I don't imagine this is going to be much of a fight.  She can just probably stab or swing at him a few times to drive him off. x3The arctic canine plodded forward, picking his way through the woods he'd slept in. It was mid-afternoon, though it was not unbearably hot today since there were plenty of clouds to absorb and obscure the sun's heat. Charon was glad for that, and he wondered just how long it would take him to get adjusted to these more temperate zones. He might even have to cut some of his Secui fur off, but that would be difficult if he couldn't find someone else who was willing to do it for him. He frowned, for a moment missing his family. That passed quickly enough as Char recalled that very closeness which had driven him from them in the first place. He passed by a brilliant blue lake, pausing long enough to look over it in wonder. He hadn't taken too long; he had heard that there was a human city and that was where he was headed now. He saw it off in the distance, and altered his course slightly. He'd been drifting toward the beach and the heart of Dahlia de Mai territory, but now he skirted it for the moment, though Charon did not realized that land belonged to a pack just twenty feet to his right. As he walked, again he drifted, and unknowingly wandered over the border. He could certainly smell the canines, but he had no idea packs would regard him as a trespasser—the only lonely travelers the Amrithai family had ever received in their lonely corner of the world, they'd welcomed with open arms. His father Ezra had always told him that travelers might have something to trade or something to tell, but most of the ones that ended up in their sleepy, snowy corner of the arctic were severely lost. The canine meandered slightly deeper into Dahlian territory, sniffing the ground curiously. His pace had lost that direction and meaning, and now he was more interested in the wolves around here rather than the city and its potential artifacts. Charon's pace had slowed considerably, and though he was only twenty or thirty feet inside of the Dahlian perimeter, he was still clearly on their land, unknown to Char. He was about to receive a brutal lesson in pack etiquette, but ever oblivious and ever happy, the big wolf merely kept his coal nose to the ground, sniffing and snorting as he tried to trail one of them to someplace meaningful. There were so many, though, it was so hard to tell where one began and one ended. Confused, he circled around for a minute, his head still to the ground, lost in trying to use his sense of smell. |