08-01-2011, 10:53 PM
The great lumbering man had no damn idea why he was down here, why he was walking around on four legs instead of two and why he had decided to travel south. But where his horse and armor provided protection this decision provided stealth to him. He had heard of a castle somewhere in this area, with his interest peeked and with the proposition of maybe finding something useful he had made the long trip.
He could smell the sea where he stood, his big form looking around without fear. Saluce always considered himself the apex predator, and alpha in all meetings now when it came to meeting people outside of any pack lands. So he acted accordingly, his stance and the way he walked spoke of such things. Sure and confident, an alpha without a legion under his command, a leader without the people to lead, but he didn't care, solitary life had afforded him the privilege of not having to listen to some high and mighty alpha who had none of the necessary skills to lead.
Ears perked up high a top of his head, he had been tracking a peculiar scent for sometime now, his nose never lied when it came to other canines and their scents. This time he had got the impression he was tracking a solitary female. Sometimes he had been fooled but today he knew better, this wolf had been around for a bit, and he was encroaching on her territory after all, so his ears stood pert listening for the prey he was interested in seeing.
A loud obnoxious voice drifted up from the cliffs he sat a top, icy hues stoically turned to look down at the offending wolf who carried such a interesting accent. He had heard it before and it reminded him of something he had tried to remember since leaving England. Sounded harsh, somewhat English, somewhat something else. But his eyes continued to study her, noticing how she was fumbling with a bandage of some sort. It was easy for him to see her femininity right now, not knowing of how those bandages where used or how she carried herself so it was no surprise that he gingerly leap down the cascade of rocks onto the rocky shore before announcing himself proper.
“Good evening, Peculiar accent you have there.” his accent still has soft traces of the French he used to speak. He sat on his haunches rather purposefully, again he was always arrogant these days.
He could smell the sea where he stood, his big form looking around without fear. Saluce always considered himself the apex predator, and alpha in all meetings now when it came to meeting people outside of any pack lands. So he acted accordingly, his stance and the way he walked spoke of such things. Sure and confident, an alpha without a legion under his command, a leader without the people to lead, but he didn't care, solitary life had afforded him the privilege of not having to listen to some high and mighty alpha who had none of the necessary skills to lead.
Ears perked up high a top of his head, he had been tracking a peculiar scent for sometime now, his nose never lied when it came to other canines and their scents. This time he had got the impression he was tracking a solitary female. Sometimes he had been fooled but today he knew better, this wolf had been around for a bit, and he was encroaching on her territory after all, so his ears stood pert listening for the prey he was interested in seeing.
A loud obnoxious voice drifted up from the cliffs he sat a top, icy hues stoically turned to look down at the offending wolf who carried such a interesting accent. He had heard it before and it reminded him of something he had tried to remember since leaving England. Sounded harsh, somewhat English, somewhat something else. But his eyes continued to study her, noticing how she was fumbling with a bandage of some sort. It was easy for him to see her femininity right now, not knowing of how those bandages where used or how she carried herself so it was no surprise that he gingerly leap down the cascade of rocks onto the rocky shore before announcing himself proper.
“Good evening, Peculiar accent you have there.” his accent still has soft traces of the French he used to speak. He sat on his haunches rather purposefully, again he was always arrogant these days.