07-27-2011, 06:12 PM
The mountain was out tonight, normally at night he stayed at home or around his usual stomping grounds to either hunt or mill about, but the heat of the summer had come on strong and night time was a much better time to be out running errands. Night time was also comforting, a natural piece of his being, where humans feared what went bump in the night, he was what went bump in the night so fear of darkness wasn’t an issue. Saluce was the apex predator around the western part of Halifax and the old Dahlia de Mai pack lands but tonight found him exploring deeper into the urban jungle.
His days had started to run together lately; not having much interaction with others was helping to establish a solitary lifestyle. He wasn’t exactly happy with it; he had recently found that interaction with others was sometimes a healthy aspect of life. But tonight he had figured on not meeting anyone and he’d be able to scavenge the wasteland of Halifax for any helpful bits of precious metals to use for his blacksmithing.
His horse trotted along carrying him through the deserted streets, the clicks of its hooves on the pavement adding a calling card to his presence he wasn’t sure he fully liked. The man needed the horse in the event he found something too heavy for him to carry by himself. Since not expecting to find anyone around the forgotten city he easily found himself leading his horse right into the area the black female was currently trying to figure out how to start a fire. He didn’t notice her, mind on other things at the moment as he kept leading his horse toward the industrial district. But he felt his hackles rise with the suddenly realization of not being totally alone, eyes looking around trying to find the source of this disturbance in the night time.
His eyes settled on the dark silhouette with those white eyes and instantly some recognition hit him, he almost mistook her for the dark lady who had saved him so long ago but the scent was wrong. For a moment he sat there for a moment before allowing any words to leave his maw.
“Hello,” was the only thing that did leave his mouth as he stared over at her.
His days had started to run together lately; not having much interaction with others was helping to establish a solitary lifestyle. He wasn’t exactly happy with it; he had recently found that interaction with others was sometimes a healthy aspect of life. But tonight he had figured on not meeting anyone and he’d be able to scavenge the wasteland of Halifax for any helpful bits of precious metals to use for his blacksmithing.
His horse trotted along carrying him through the deserted streets, the clicks of its hooves on the pavement adding a calling card to his presence he wasn’t sure he fully liked. The man needed the horse in the event he found something too heavy for him to carry by himself. Since not expecting to find anyone around the forgotten city he easily found himself leading his horse right into the area the black female was currently trying to figure out how to start a fire. He didn’t notice her, mind on other things at the moment as he kept leading his horse toward the industrial district. But he felt his hackles rise with the suddenly realization of not being totally alone, eyes looking around trying to find the source of this disturbance in the night time.
His eyes settled on the dark silhouette with those white eyes and instantly some recognition hit him, he almost mistook her for the dark lady who had saved him so long ago but the scent was wrong. For a moment he sat there for a moment before allowing any words to leave his maw.
“Hello,” was the only thing that did leave his mouth as he stared over at her.