06-10-2011, 04:52 PM
(WC: 300+ Don't mind him he's nice when you get to know him ^_^)
As the sunlight faded from his face his large shire awoke with a light snort a tap of his large hoof. Inrik pulled his cloak down and turned to the horse. The dark wolf had a long ponytail that disappeared into the rest of his cloak, his snout was white but knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long it was rare to see his lighter colours. What is it Brute? The broad dark wolf asked the stallion. Brute responded with a light nickering and another tap of his foot as sign that someone was near. Inrik took a breath through his nose and sure enough scented a male nearby. He glanced about and noticed a pale figure peering at Brute with an expression he couldn’t quite place his finger on. As reaction to any stranger who had not made themselves known Inrik pulls his cloak aside and places his fingers around one of his two daggers hilted at his sides. He calls out to the stranger.
What is your business here stranger? He stepped toward him his expression one of harsh caution. His flame like eyes narrowed in on the stranger. He knew that his broad stature and hard face was often a great tool for warding off thieves. He often enjoyed the challenge of thieves but he was tired and hoped this wolf was a future patron or messenger of his presence. Have you come to view my wares or acquire my services? Make your purpose known white one. He had stopped just ten feet from his wagon, he knew to keep close to it as thieves often worked in groups or pairs. He had lost some items due to this fact. He sniffed the air and was sure this male was alone but couldn’t be too careful. He awaited a response as his dagger remained hilted.
As the sunlight faded from his face his large shire awoke with a light snort a tap of his large hoof. Inrik pulled his cloak down and turned to the horse. The dark wolf had a long ponytail that disappeared into the rest of his cloak, his snout was white but knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long it was rare to see his lighter colours. What is it Brute? The broad dark wolf asked the stallion. Brute responded with a light nickering and another tap of his foot as sign that someone was near. Inrik took a breath through his nose and sure enough scented a male nearby. He glanced about and noticed a pale figure peering at Brute with an expression he couldn’t quite place his finger on. As reaction to any stranger who had not made themselves known Inrik pulls his cloak aside and places his fingers around one of his two daggers hilted at his sides. He calls out to the stranger.
What is your business here stranger? He stepped toward him his expression one of harsh caution. His flame like eyes narrowed in on the stranger. He knew that his broad stature and hard face was often a great tool for warding off thieves. He often enjoyed the challenge of thieves but he was tired and hoped this wolf was a future patron or messenger of his presence. Have you come to view my wares or acquire my services? Make your purpose known white one. He had stopped just ten feet from his wagon, he knew to keep close to it as thieves often worked in groups or pairs. He had lost some items due to this fact. He sniffed the air and was sure this male was alone but couldn’t be too careful. He awaited a response as his dagger remained hilted.