12-05-2009, 02:38 PM
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WC+ 500
Stopping the warrior took in a deep breath before strutting into town. This was his home away from home. If the friendly giant ever was forced to leave Crimson Dreams he would probably feel lost attempting to pick a new pack to live in and would probably spend most of his time here in the city of Halifax.. The only pack he really ever visited before was Phoenix Valley back when his mother took residence there. Silently he noted he would have to visit the other packs, make some more connections. Sure he knew a few people here and there. Heath and Heaven were hiding over in some Cour Des something pack. Geneva and his sister Addison where in the Valley. Ember was apparently with some tribe stationed fairly close to them, though she probably didn't remember him.
The old broken roads where the humans once rode monsters down where now nothing but moss and cracks making the walk gentle on his feet as he headed towards the area of town he knew best, a street of shops filled with goods and best of all, his music store. He had locked up the place last time with a few chains and old locks he had found in a conveniently places lock shop down the road. He didn't want people to take the fine collection of music he had found here along with so many memories. He missed coming to the city it had been months since his last visit. There was a certain air about this street that made him feel comfortable. Finally reaching the music shop he shifted his backpack off of his shoulders and pulled out a bundle of keys, unlocking a series of three locks in a row before returning them to the bag and entering the store.
Looking around he was pleased to see that nothing had been touched. Everything remained in its perfect condition in its perfect spot. Glancing in the mirror behind the counter he smiled at himself, god was he becoming quite the wolf. His muscles where well trimmed, his hairs where growing out for the winter making him look even larger then his already monstrous summer self. The fohawk on his head was spiky and trimmed to the perfect size. Not bad looking at all, in fact he was quite handsome. Turning away from his image he placed down his backpack, sword, and violin on the counter. Quickly he opened the case containing the rich chocolate violin only to place it upon a broad shoulder. Touching the bow lightly against the strings he began to play a soft sweet tune, the same way he always did when he thought about his past and the people he loved. The tune floated in the air and clung tot eh wings of near by flying birds. The sound was a comfort to himself, a reminder that everything would be okay. Life had never been easy and parenthood would probably drive him insane but he would push on and with a little help from his pack mates raise two successful children.
WC+ 500
Stopping the warrior took in a deep breath before strutting into town. This was his home away from home. If the friendly giant ever was forced to leave Crimson Dreams he would probably feel lost attempting to pick a new pack to live in and would probably spend most of his time here in the city of Halifax.. The only pack he really ever visited before was Phoenix Valley back when his mother took residence there. Silently he noted he would have to visit the other packs, make some more connections. Sure he knew a few people here and there. Heath and Heaven were hiding over in some Cour Des something pack. Geneva and his sister Addison where in the Valley. Ember was apparently with some tribe stationed fairly close to them, though she probably didn't remember him.
The old broken roads where the humans once rode monsters down where now nothing but moss and cracks making the walk gentle on his feet as he headed towards the area of town he knew best, a street of shops filled with goods and best of all, his music store. He had locked up the place last time with a few chains and old locks he had found in a conveniently places lock shop down the road. He didn't want people to take the fine collection of music he had found here along with so many memories. He missed coming to the city it had been months since his last visit. There was a certain air about this street that made him feel comfortable. Finally reaching the music shop he shifted his backpack off of his shoulders and pulled out a bundle of keys, unlocking a series of three locks in a row before returning them to the bag and entering the store.
Looking around he was pleased to see that nothing had been touched. Everything remained in its perfect condition in its perfect spot. Glancing in the mirror behind the counter he smiled at himself, god was he becoming quite the wolf. His muscles where well trimmed, his hairs where growing out for the winter making him look even larger then his already monstrous summer self. The fohawk on his head was spiky and trimmed to the perfect size. Not bad looking at all, in fact he was quite handsome. Turning away from his image he placed down his backpack, sword, and violin on the counter. Quickly he opened the case containing the rich chocolate violin only to place it upon a broad shoulder. Touching the bow lightly against the strings he began to play a soft sweet tune, the same way he always did when he thought about his past and the people he loved. The tune floated in the air and clung tot eh wings of near by flying birds. The sound was a comfort to himself, a reminder that everything would be okay. Life had never been easy and parenthood would probably drive him insane but he would push on and with a little help from his pack mates raise two successful children.