05-26-2011, 10:09 PM
(Victor is a NPC.)
The two optime were making a loud commotion as they wandered through the wood. A slither of moon hung in the sky, making it difficult to see as they tried not to get their in the thick undergrowth. Still, the light wolfdog wasn't protesting outwardly. He was her protector, after all, and she couldn't survive alone. Still, her ears were pinned to her head, and her fingers tapped irritabpy on the worn brown satche on her shoulder. She could really use a ciggarette right now, but Victor had told her not to draw attention to them. "We can't get caught, dearest, just in case this land is owned," he had said. Why anyone would want to own this mess of a woodland was beyond Juno.
The muscular brown wolf halted suddenly, thin jackal ears pricking. "I hear something," he whispered. Slowly his tan-colored hands reached for his knife, which was strapped around his waist by an old brown leather belt. "Stay back. I'll protect you."
The two optime were making a loud commotion as they wandered through the wood. A slither of moon hung in the sky, making it difficult to see as they tried not to get their in the thick undergrowth. Still, the light wolfdog wasn't protesting outwardly. He was her protector, after all, and she couldn't survive alone. Still, her ears were pinned to her head, and her fingers tapped irritabpy on the worn brown satche on her shoulder. She could really use a ciggarette right now, but Victor had told her not to draw attention to them. "We can't get caught, dearest, just in case this land is owned," he had said. Why anyone would want to own this mess of a woodland was beyond Juno.
The muscular brown wolf halted suddenly, thin jackal ears pricking. "I hear something," he whispered. Slowly his tan-colored hands reached for his knife, which was strapped around his waist by an old brown leather belt. "Stay back. I'll protect you."