Word Count → 410 ::
He'd removed himself from the western borders of Anathema earlier that morning, taking care to remark the boundaries before he left as a simple act of confirming his residence here. The majority of his belongings were tucked away in a secure corner of his chosen cave; he carried on him his special dagger (an item that was hardly ever absent from his person), a few hunting tools such as a string, a skinning knife, and other essentials in the event he stumbled across some game. Locke knew he needed to repay the kindness shown to him somehow, so he had hope to find something adequate during this venture.
But the day took him farther and farther from home and with no sign of game, Locke was growing increasingly frustrated. He was not actively searching for any one creature in particular, but he'd at least hoped to chance across something worth his while. And now he was surrounded by a field of towering, vibrant sunflowers; as if they stole the color from the sun itself. The rangy hybrid couldn't find it in himself to stay annoyed for long, and the peaceful beauty of the flowers soothed his disquiet with surprising ease.
As he neared the edge of the expanse, he reached up and carefully parted the stalks before stepping out onto a grassy field. A few trees dotted the landscape, though no where near the thick overgrowth he'd experienced in Anathema's outskirts. His ears perked and followed the startled sound of songbirds as they wheeled away from him, leading his gaze to a pale woman seated beneath the boughs of a shade tree.
Locke was admittedly surprised to find someone out this far from any discernible pack territories, but he didn't let it get the better of his manners. Even though there was a good distance between them, he could see that she was marked, scarred but altogether common in appearance. A sarong, navy and white, was tied around her waist and her hair was loose down her back. Everything about her seemed... frozen. Cold. It was strange, but probably had a lot to do with her chosen garment.
He looked away for the barest of moments before deciding he had nothing better to do. Walking forward, he put on his best smile but maintained a respectful distance. "Fine day, yeah?" He said, one hand resting on his hip as he glanced out over the sunflowers and to the sky beyond.
.heraldictxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;}
.heraldictxt p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;}
.heraldictxt p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;}
.heraldictxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;}
.heraldictxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px;}
.heraldictxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;}
</style>
[/html]