11-18-2011, 08:34 AM
OOc: Oh look who's here...
Drizzt silently and thoroughly examined, then cleaned his armor, making sure that there was no significant damage to any of the leather. He would not be able to repair it, and therefore would be pushed into searching for someone familiar enough with leather to make him new armor. Not something he wished to do. His hands deftly twisted and turned his removed armor, a dry cloth removing dirt and grime, followed by a damp one. His eyes glazed as he worked over his gauntlets, shin guards, and abdomen armor. As he finished each piece, he placed them carefully on his laid out cloak. It took him only a few minutes to finish his cleaning, which allowed him to move on to his blades.
He had just pulled his belt off and retrieved his whetstone, when a commanding howl made his freeze reflexively. His ears swiveled around and his eyes found the stairwell. The Russian had taken up refuge in on of the gates guard towers, using an old guard room to keep his equipment stored. He knew that with winter approaching, he’d likely have to move in with his pack mates at the town hall, but he appreciated his quiet retreat. Grey hands carefully removed twin scimitars and their sheaths from the sword belt and placed them on and old table. His body moved towards the towers window and he stared out, watching as first one, then two others went trotting out to answer the call. Drizzt felt himself hesitate and shook it off. ‘You’re part of the pack now. You must go.’ He told himself.
Quickly, he shed his under shirt, and pants, running down the stairs to shift into his seldom used lupus form, his spider scar obvious where the hair had refused to re-grow. He trotted at an easy pace, allowing himself to remember the feel of his natural body. It took him a minute more than other Russian wolf, but the smaller male arrived and positioned himself so he wasn’t near the kill, but was among the attending party. Bright lavender eyes flickered amongst the assembled and he found only one whom he had not seen yet. Then his gaze fell upon Jazper and his kill, patiently waiting for the Alpha’s words.
Drizzt silently and thoroughly examined, then cleaned his armor, making sure that there was no significant damage to any of the leather. He would not be able to repair it, and therefore would be pushed into searching for someone familiar enough with leather to make him new armor. Not something he wished to do. His hands deftly twisted and turned his removed armor, a dry cloth removing dirt and grime, followed by a damp one. His eyes glazed as he worked over his gauntlets, shin guards, and abdomen armor. As he finished each piece, he placed them carefully on his laid out cloak. It took him only a few minutes to finish his cleaning, which allowed him to move on to his blades.
He had just pulled his belt off and retrieved his whetstone, when a commanding howl made his freeze reflexively. His ears swiveled around and his eyes found the stairwell. The Russian had taken up refuge in on of the gates guard towers, using an old guard room to keep his equipment stored. He knew that with winter approaching, he’d likely have to move in with his pack mates at the town hall, but he appreciated his quiet retreat. Grey hands carefully removed twin scimitars and their sheaths from the sword belt and placed them on and old table. His body moved towards the towers window and he stared out, watching as first one, then two others went trotting out to answer the call. Drizzt felt himself hesitate and shook it off. ‘You’re part of the pack now. You must go.’ He told himself.
Quickly, he shed his under shirt, and pants, running down the stairs to shift into his seldom used lupus form, his spider scar obvious where the hair had refused to re-grow. He trotted at an easy pace, allowing himself to remember the feel of his natural body. It took him a minute more than other Russian wolf, but the smaller male arrived and positioned himself so he wasn’t near the kill, but was among the attending party. Bright lavender eyes flickered amongst the assembled and he found only one whom he had not seen yet. Then his gaze fell upon Jazper and his kill, patiently waiting for the Alpha’s words.