Wana fight, Stranger?

Jaden Ohanzee · 04-07-2011, 12:48 PM

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Date: April 7, 2011

Setting: The Dampwoods

Time: Between 12:00PM and 1:00PM

Character Form: Optime

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Finally… tu du!

WotD +1 (metier) 500+

The day was slow as Jaden shuffled along, paws falling heavily. Nothing seemed to be worth his attention today. Birds flew busily from tree to tree and possible prey animals scurried around in the underbrush, but he paid no attention. His mind was lost in itself. After failing at his attempt to assassinate the Alpha of Cour des Miracles, his life seemed to boil down into practically nothing, all because of a hesitation. Because he couldn’t kill an innocent man. What a metier assassin he was. Jaden made a discussed sound and shook his head remembering it. I’m getting soft. He thought.

In all reality, he was much softer then his younger self. In his former pack with his former friends, he would have never spared the life of a wolf just because they were “innocent”. Doing so would have made him look weak. Mercy was not a common trait among his pack mates. They killed to keep power they deserved. That is what made them strong

But, maybe Jaden being different was a good thing. They had tried to kill him after all. Why would he still aspire to conform to their horridly bloodthirsty beliefs? Realizing this made the black and red furred optime feel better about himself. It was only habit that seemed to taint his mind with violent ideals. He WAS different now. He had his own life. However depressing loneliness seemed, it had to be better than fitting into a group of murderers.

Freedom not being a new realization for Jaden, he was plagued with more questions about his future. Where should he go? No places were familiar and nearly no one recognized him so nowhere seemed more suitable for life than anywhere else. Then, once he found a home, what would he do with the rest of his life? He was still young. For the past few days, Jaden had spent his time making arrows for his bow and now had a full quiver of almost fifteen deadly weapons, and that wasn’t counting the dagger on his shoulder strap or the blades in his satchel. But he surely couldn’t just wander about making arrows for the rest of his life! Freedom suddenly seemed like an incredibly daunting achievement.

Deciding that everything started with small steps, the Alaskan was now headed toward Halifax to gather supplies and anything else useful. Anything he could carry would help for trading or treating injuries he had from his latest fight scuffles. The man’s body was sore from bruises and he had a fresh bite wound on his shoulder. The bite was unbandaged even though he had the supplies already. The idea of wearing more bandages nearly turned Jaden’s stomach. A long cut on the left side of his chest had just healed into a vivid scare, only slightly hidden by fur which was still growing back in the area. It felt so nice to be free of the white gauze, putting more on seemed like a terrible movement. The man made a mental note to avoid any more conflict in the near future, if possible, as he walked through the dark forest. No more need for bandages seemed like a good enough reason.

Jaden does. "Jaden speaks." Jaden thinks.

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