06-13-2008, 05:58 AM
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It was a warm and sunny day, and the sunlight hurt Styx's eyes a bit. So he shaded them with a paw as he looked around. It'd been a few days since he'd left the last settlement and he needed to find a new place to settle down for a few days. With him, he had a couple of new items that he'd received as payment for his skills. Skills, you ask? You see, Styx (while not anywhere close to being a master) was a tattoo and piercing artist, thanks to his aunt 'Tay.
Styx was a grayish wolf, with white muzzle, belly and socks. So in a way it looked (when he was in his four-legged shapes) as if someone had thrown a gray rug over him. But right now, his back was hidden behind a backpack, and his abdomen and legs by a many-pocketed skirt. He'd requested it for a larger tattoo because of the pockets. After all, what better place to put his needles and ink when he wasn't travelling? After all, he only had so many paws; he couldn't hold it all, and the ground wasn't always level (or clean!) enough to allow things to be put there while he worked.
As he looked about himself, he caught sight of a dark shape lying in the sun. The scent of wolf reached him as the light breeze shifted, and he smiled. Company, perhaps? Eagerly, he approached the female shape, squinting in the daylight.
It was a warm and sunny day, and the sunlight hurt Styx's eyes a bit. So he shaded them with a paw as he looked around. It'd been a few days since he'd left the last settlement and he needed to find a new place to settle down for a few days. With him, he had a couple of new items that he'd received as payment for his skills. Skills, you ask? You see, Styx (while not anywhere close to being a master) was a tattoo and piercing artist, thanks to his aunt 'Tay.
Styx was a grayish wolf, with white muzzle, belly and socks. So in a way it looked (when he was in his four-legged shapes) as if someone had thrown a gray rug over him. But right now, his back was hidden behind a backpack, and his abdomen and legs by a many-pocketed skirt. He'd requested it for a larger tattoo because of the pockets. After all, what better place to put his needles and ink when he wasn't travelling? After all, he only had so many paws; he couldn't hold it all, and the ground wasn't always level (or clean!) enough to allow things to be put there while he worked.
As he looked about himself, he caught sight of a dark shape lying in the sun. The scent of wolf reached him as the light breeze shifted, and he smiled. Company, perhaps? Eagerly, he approached the female shape, squinting in the daylight.
Ahoy!he called out as he got closer.
Mind if I join you?