the long and winding road

Vorrakess Wolfgang · 12-01-2011, 10:27 PM

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Word Count ( 0.613 ) Table by Noelle! Private for Swentzle. Optime form. Left shoulder and right hind leg are injured and bandaged.

Morning light poured in through the Mansion. He, however, had already been awake. Last night, he couldn’t seem to get a lot of sleep. He floated in and out, awaking with a start and then, slowly drifting back into sleep. The Vorrakess, of course, did not understand why this was caused. It was perhaps, due to being in a strange place… a place that was not yet familiar or noted as his home. He joined Inferni to repay them for their help, but also in hope that they could help him ease into life here. There was no going back to his Kindgom. It was a fruitless thought… a desire that could not be gained. Once more, he leaned up from his lain position and stood carefully up. Luckily, his leg injury was already healing. It would need a bit more time to heal completely, but not as much as the puncture on his left shoulder. Still, he wobbled as soon as he was on his feet.

Sniffling, he noted that the temperature was starting to become more-so chilly. The wind was howling through the building, whipping every which way… and he was quick to decide that, once more, he would wear his reindeer skinned cloak. He wrapped it awkwardly around him and then, exited the Mansion in the direction of the Dampwoods. There was a reason why he was going here. He wished to see the skulls lined along the border of Inferni and the neutral territory once more. None had told him thus yet why they were there and what purpose they served, but he had never asked. It was just something that ran through his head this morning… and the walk would do him well. He needed it to ease his mind of the temptation to crawl back to his homeland that would only scar him as traitor.

He limbed his way forth, eying the lines of skulls when he arrived. His cloak and rusted tawny fur blew in different direction with each change of the wind… and the crunching of undergrowth beneath his feet became silent as he halted. His ears flicked curiously. A strange scent was in the air and his eyes watched as a bush rustled. A dark, dusty brown mountain lion appeared through the brush with a rabbit between her jaws. Ultimately, Wolfgang tensed. The creature looked alike those that were told to him in stories. His blue eyes narrowed, watching the feline curiously as he backed to a tree in hope of keeping his presence a secret… even if she could perhaps smell his scent on the wind. The feline, however, bounded off in the direction of the strange smell he had earlier noticed. His eyes looked skyward, the smoke of a fire twisted along with the morning shades of light blue and yellow.

He was curious… curious and feeling the temptation to follow the feline or at least, go to where the fire was. He limbed forward as soon as the feline’s tail was the only thing in view. It was impossible to be quiet with his injuries. Yet, he had his pack on hand, and inside it was his dagger. Whenever the cat would pause, he would duck behind a tree until a small clearing appeared. There was a fire in the middle. He eyed it from behind another tree… and near the fire was a brindle man, sitting there as the feline approached and dropped the rabbit next to him. His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head in confusion until he approached, stepping into the clearing without much thought and stared at the man.

“The feline… it is friendly with canines?”

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