The rose and the thorn.

Bangle Guffawri · 11-09-2010, 04:31 PM

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ooc: Yay! 5 points.

Villages seemed to deter wolves and other creatures. To Bangle, however, it meant a whole lot of things clever humans left behind for him to scavenge. It was the life, at least for the coywolf, to take advantage of all that nature had to offer. Which also included abandoned human remains. They were just so.. interesting. Bangle couldn't put a claw on it, but that was his fascination. The gears in the coywolf's mind were constantly spinning, working and formulating new and.. somewhat useful objects.

He packed light that very morning, settling only on his fur wrap around his waist, his belt full of several tools and knickknacks, and his lute strapped to his back.. something he could go nowhere without. He stretched his muzzle out in a wide yawn, sticking his tongue out as he did so to taste the cool morning air. Following, he placed his arms over his head to stretch his muscles out of sleep, curling and uncurling each of his fingers out of habit. And, with a big grin, he set off for the day.

Bangle was rather glad for a change of pace - to be in a pack full of creators just like him. He had yet to think about how long he'd stay, but it felt like it was the beginning of a permanence. Besides, the male could go off for days, to other packs and other lands, trading things here and there and bringing them back. It was about time he settled down, though traveling still thrived in his bones, he had to set up camp, permanently, somewhere. All of this buzzed through his mind as he hiked up long pathways and through grasslands, simply exploring the territory of the new pack.

It took a little while to get where he was going.. wherever the hell that was. Bangle just knew where to stop and when to pass up other places and keep going. You could call it an instinct, but the coywolf never spent too much time thinking about his ways of travel. He simply ... did. The male brushed past a hanging tower limb and into an open clearing, to several buildings which nature grip and was sinking back down into the earth. This was.. Thornbury. Right. He had heard Shaw mention it when explaining the areas of the pack.

His large ears twitched, and a grin stretched wide across his features. Old buildings meant old human stuff they chose to leave behind when they met their demise. It was simply beautiful.. a work of art that had yet to be crafted. He stepped further into the small town, admiring the buildings from the outside. When he neared the first building and peered inside the doorless frame, he wagged his tail as he placed one foot inside. It was like he was a pirate, and he struck gold, having come upon some sort of gift shop. Dusty cards, old flowers, several things carved out of glass, stuffed animals with stitches missing and stuffing popping up here and there. Bangle made a small squeal of joy, and he led the rest of himself inside, feeling welcome into the building. Home sweet home.

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