06-23-2011, 12:37 AM
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Gender: Male
Age: 2
Preferred Rank: Craftsman (as a Blacksmith)
Currently Played Characters: Inrik Stone & Saxif Goldenfeather
Initial Post: WC: 400+
Inrik was resting after a long day of shaping metal in the dead city. He had merely lain out against the side of the old house drinking from one of the many amber colored liquids he owned. He sighed wearily, he had decided not too long ago that he would leave and the idea had him exhausted. He had packed up his wagon two days ago since not many had travelled to see him. Leaving though seemed to prove far more difficult this time so he had been working and thinking. Brute his trusty white and brown speckled Shire had approached him and nudged him slightly. He nickered and gazed into the fiery eyes of the dark colored wolf. Inrik knew his horse was also tired of that heavy wagon and constantly dragging it. You know it would mean more horses around. He chuckled deeply at the shire. The horse remained unmoved as though staring down the male to decide.
This line of thought brought up the idea yet again in his mind of the proposition the male named Galileo offered. He had enjoyed the company of the tall slender male in fact he was the first guy he may consider a friend. He rubbed his bare scarred wrists a gift from his only home. He had never liked even his brothers but this male had struck a cord with him. Then that was it that was the final time he would be torn. He placed the golden braces back over his forearms and stood. He and his horse were drained and bored of travel. First one last ride Southwest.
After hours of packing up his flatbed wagon and travelling a task that had become quite simple for him he found himself pulling up to the borders of the familiar pack. He had howled his request to be met on the pack borders. He sighed at what he had to come next, a task completely unfamiliar to him and down right uncomfortable. He dismounted Brute, patted him gently and waited. He had only met Galileo that day so the others of the pack had still to be met. Deep down he felt a great relief, his days would be free of long travel and he would be able to create a permanent shop if they accepted him. Though one would not see it on his stern face he was glad he made this decision.[/html]
Gender: Male
Age: 2
Preferred Rank: Craftsman (as a Blacksmith)
Currently Played Characters: Inrik Stone & Saxif Goldenfeather
Initial Post: WC: 400+
Inrik was resting after a long day of shaping metal in the dead city. He had merely lain out against the side of the old house drinking from one of the many amber colored liquids he owned. He sighed wearily, he had decided not too long ago that he would leave and the idea had him exhausted. He had packed up his wagon two days ago since not many had travelled to see him. Leaving though seemed to prove far more difficult this time so he had been working and thinking. Brute his trusty white and brown speckled Shire had approached him and nudged him slightly. He nickered and gazed into the fiery eyes of the dark colored wolf. Inrik knew his horse was also tired of that heavy wagon and constantly dragging it. You know it would mean more horses around. He chuckled deeply at the shire. The horse remained unmoved as though staring down the male to decide.
This line of thought brought up the idea yet again in his mind of the proposition the male named Galileo offered. He had enjoyed the company of the tall slender male in fact he was the first guy he may consider a friend. He rubbed his bare scarred wrists a gift from his only home. He had never liked even his brothers but this male had struck a cord with him. Then that was it that was the final time he would be torn. He placed the golden braces back over his forearms and stood. He and his horse were drained and bored of travel. First one last ride Southwest.
After hours of packing up his flatbed wagon and travelling a task that had become quite simple for him he found himself pulling up to the borders of the familiar pack. He had howled his request to be met on the pack borders. He sighed at what he had to come next, a task completely unfamiliar to him and down right uncomfortable. He dismounted Brute, patted him gently and waited. He had only met Galileo that day so the others of the pack had still to be met. Deep down he felt a great relief, his days would be free of long travel and he would be able to create a permanent shop if they accepted him. Though one would not see it on his stern face he was glad he made this decision.[/html]
