12-03-2011, 01:51 AM
His X’y had been gone for a few days now, he had checked around her den finding her fading scent there now for several days and he had grown to worrying already. This was a break in character for the golden woman but he had decided today he wouldn’t worry about her. Too much needed to be done, he had already found out that Saul was nowhere to be found, and no other Dahlian that he knew seemed to be residing in this land anymore. Except for him and Nayru. It depressed him, ate at him a bit too, what had started out today as a quest to reconnect with his adopted son had quickly become another thing eating at him. So on top of X’y and Saul he couldn’t escape the madness of worry today, even if he had set out to flush it from his mind. The man slammed his hammer down onto the frozen ground out of silent frustration; he needed to do something constructive today.
So it was he was doing what he normally did best, stealing materials from old buildings. It had been awhile since he had focused on anything blacksmithing related. His once proud shop had been taken over finally by others, and he suspected he’d be intruding sometime soon to grab some materials he deemed still his no matter who claimed the land. But today he was in one of the several towns littered across their pack lands, he was looking for industrial buildings, something that seemed to be lacking badly, how else would he find the materials he’d need to start up a shop from the ground up. In Dahlia it had been easy, most of the materials had been very close together and what he hadn’t found, Halifax was a short distance away and the materials he needed where easily found when you had a trained eye there.
Still though he puttered around, thoughts of X’y and then Saul in his head as he battered through industrial looking shops and down trodden buildings looking for useful items.
“This is such bullshit! Not a fucking thing I can use!”
So it was he was doing what he normally did best, stealing materials from old buildings. It had been awhile since he had focused on anything blacksmithing related. His once proud shop had been taken over finally by others, and he suspected he’d be intruding sometime soon to grab some materials he deemed still his no matter who claimed the land. But today he was in one of the several towns littered across their pack lands, he was looking for industrial buildings, something that seemed to be lacking badly, how else would he find the materials he’d need to start up a shop from the ground up. In Dahlia it had been easy, most of the materials had been very close together and what he hadn’t found, Halifax was a short distance away and the materials he needed where easily found when you had a trained eye there.
Still though he puttered around, thoughts of X’y and then Saul in his head as he battered through industrial looking shops and down trodden buildings looking for useful items.
“This is such bullshit! Not a fucking thing I can use!”