10.07.12 . 3pm . borders . optime form . 463 words
going to have to try and remember what Saul was like on the 10th, lots of stuff has happened since then!

His conversation with Fritz, just an hour or so ago, had been enlightening to say the least. He hadn't been aware that someone might know who the black dog was and it had come as a bit of a surprise to the Virding to discover Fritz's suspicions. It had also enlightened the male to the existance of split personalities and it had piqued his interest. How did it work? In this case, did 'Toby' have any idea what was happening when 'Fang' took over? Was that even how it worked, was 'Toby' trapped while 'Fang' raped others? Saul shuddered at the thought and felt pity for the young male, despite the deep rage that still bubbled beneath the surface. If Fritz succeeded, he would bring Toby back here and they would try and find a way of getting justice for Coli's attack.


Despite Lilin's decree that patrols would be done in pairs, he'd sent Fritz off to hunt the dog down and he'd been unable to keep his eyes off the borders. He'd made sure that he was protected- the restriction on his breathing testament to the string of the bow across his chest. He was getting better at using the bow and he was pleased he'd learnt. His hunting knife was strapped to his thigh, easy to reach. If anything did happen to him, he was well equipped to protect himself. The burning anger in his veins would cause him to go beserk if anything untoward was going to happen, Lilin had nothing to worry about.


What the young Stormbringer didn't expect to hear, not too far from where he was right now, a harsh bark, not a howl but certainly a summons. He thought he could detect some kind of request in there and despite the warnings, he found himself moving towards it. Surely Toby or Fang would not return and request an audience, so he thought perhaps he was safe. Still, he slipped the bow from his back, his hand loose around the wood as he emerged from the trees and found a white male stood at the borders- very clearly not the dog described as black they were on alert for. One could never be certain though and he kept his loose grip on the bow as he came to a stop.


"Good afternoon sir. These are the borders of Vinátta, I'm Saul Stormbringer." He introduced himself, trying to guess if this was a joiner or whether their business was something different. He knew it would be unfair to take any anger out on the wolf, who appeared to be very young despite the two legs he stood on. Saul allowed an encouraging smile to flicker across his lips, green eyes watching golden as he waited for a response.