01-10-2008, 04:53 PM
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The 5th is fine. Sorry for making you wait Void, life has decided to kick my ass.
Exploring, taking some treasures back to his den in Jaded Shadows and returning the next day had been Sedition’s routine now for the past three days. It had heralded excellent enough treasures and a few new friends but nothing really to write home about. Well, except for the violin, he had written back to Berowick and told them of the instrument. Vorraussetzung had written back by way of Daniels (her crow) and congratulated her brother. It wasn’t the same as actually being there but it aided the occasional pang of homesickness. Now he was back in Concrete Jungle and ready to wander through the ruins.
Leather vest from home clung to his shoulders and sides, branching down into a tassel that had been braided by his other siblings before him and his older sister had went on their adventures. As he walked he absent-mindedly fingered the thinning tassels. The plan had been to just explore, grab a few treasures and head back but that was until the middle-child Wick had stumbled upon the scent of a lone wolf within the Human Jungle. He had met one from Inferni and some from his fellow Shadows but none of the lone wolves had graced his presence. The lack of a pack didn’t bother him, for sometime he had traced the borders of Bleeding Souls and would have been mistaken as such. Besides he wasn’t one to get angry that often or that violently. Few would realize that he was the legendary Salvaged Eternity’s cousin. His optime form ambled through the paths and ruins before seeing the scent’s creator. It appeared he was reading a book and he smiled and came a little closer.
Clearing his throat he gave a wider smile and a small nod of his head in respect to the other male. "What’cha reading?” Although he was an artist, books often fascinated him – especially those with pictures.
Exploring, taking some treasures back to his den in Jaded Shadows and returning the next day had been Sedition’s routine now for the past three days. It had heralded excellent enough treasures and a few new friends but nothing really to write home about. Well, except for the violin, he had written back to Berowick and told them of the instrument. Vorraussetzung had written back by way of Daniels (her crow) and congratulated her brother. It wasn’t the same as actually being there but it aided the occasional pang of homesickness. Now he was back in Concrete Jungle and ready to wander through the ruins.
Leather vest from home clung to his shoulders and sides, branching down into a tassel that had been braided by his other siblings before him and his older sister had went on their adventures. As he walked he absent-mindedly fingered the thinning tassels. The plan had been to just explore, grab a few treasures and head back but that was until the middle-child Wick had stumbled upon the scent of a lone wolf within the Human Jungle. He had met one from Inferni and some from his fellow Shadows but none of the lone wolves had graced his presence. The lack of a pack didn’t bother him, for sometime he had traced the borders of Bleeding Souls and would have been mistaken as such. Besides he wasn’t one to get angry that often or that violently. Few would realize that he was the legendary Salvaged Eternity’s cousin. His optime form ambled through the paths and ruins before seeing the scent’s creator. It appeared he was reading a book and he smiled and came a little closer.
Clearing his throat he gave a wider smile and a small nod of his head in respect to the other male. "What’cha reading?” Although he was an artist, books often fascinated him – especially those with pictures.