08-13-2011, 04:01 PM
Predate- August 9th
Sorry its so late Rose >< I hope this is a good start!
Across the land known as Nova Scotia, there were many creatures that took up residence in the old human settlements, and members of the wolf species were no different. Though the larger cities here remained mostly uninhabited, for what reasons, the assassin could not fathom. In western Eurasia, many of the cities were claimed by dominant wolf packs, including his own home.
Yet here, the large cities were mostly untouched by the morphing canines, with the exception of looters. The large cement structures were becoming overgrown with vegetation, falling apart from rot, and exposure to the elements.
Currently, the Russian male leaned against an old light pole in the north eastern corner of a town named Yarmouth. He had come to attempt to glean information on the woman whom he had contracted himself with. Sadly, the man was having no success. His attempts to infiltrate the packs perimeter had been ruined by tense border patrols, whom appeared too often for his comfort. Drizzt was not sure why the pack was acting so oddly, but doubted it had anything to do with him. But now here he was, once more, with no knowledge of the woman who employed him.
Things being as they were, he was not sure that even if he got inside, he would find anything on the white woman. He let out a frustrated growl and spun on his heel, heading out of the city to again try his hand at infiltrating the Aniwayan border. Maybe he would at least be able to find out why they were acting so suspiciously.
Sorry its so late Rose >< I hope this is a good start!
Across the land known as Nova Scotia, there were many creatures that took up residence in the old human settlements, and members of the wolf species were no different. Though the larger cities here remained mostly uninhabited, for what reasons, the assassin could not fathom. In western Eurasia, many of the cities were claimed by dominant wolf packs, including his own home.
Yet here, the large cities were mostly untouched by the morphing canines, with the exception of looters. The large cement structures were becoming overgrown with vegetation, falling apart from rot, and exposure to the elements.
Currently, the Russian male leaned against an old light pole in the north eastern corner of a town named Yarmouth. He had come to attempt to glean information on the woman whom he had contracted himself with. Sadly, the man was having no success. His attempts to infiltrate the packs perimeter had been ruined by tense border patrols, whom appeared too often for his comfort. Drizzt was not sure why the pack was acting so oddly, but doubted it had anything to do with him. But now here he was, once more, with no knowledge of the woman who employed him.
Things being as they were, he was not sure that even if he got inside, he would find anything on the white woman. He let out a frustrated growl and spun on his heel, heading out of the city to again try his hand at infiltrating the Aniwayan border. Maybe he would at least be able to find out why they were acting so suspiciously.