12-19-2011, 03:56 PM
Sebastian had spent much of his time travelling. The weeks at sea had been harsh on him; the Italian Luperci was not a creature of water. He had spent the first week throwing up over the side of the luxurious ship, and the rest of the trip in misery. He was a wolf of the land, as his pelt of flaming red, snowy white and coal black attested. He fully intended on never setting foot upon one of those floating monstrosities so long as he lived.
Luckily, until he chose to return home, he didn't need to. Despite being a creature who had spent his life in a hot climate, Sebastian's impulsive streak reared its head and demanded that the entertainer travel north. He had hardly seen snow before, though he had heard of it and occasionally glimpsed it at the top of mountains.
Hardy paws carried the artisan north, past the incredibly diverse landscape of this new land. Human settlements were of special interest to him, and he investigated several he passed by. The end result was the same: nearly always depressingly empty. It appeared as though their cousins from this continent were not as enthusiastic about scavenging off the human empires as their European counterparts. Though precisely why was difficult to fathom.
Whatever the case, the archer did not bother himself any further on the matter. Perhaps their ways were strange, but maybe they could suit him. He'd heard plenty of stories describing the Americans as oddballs, but he didn't believe everything he heard. He was a scholar at heart; a scholar, a lover, an intellectual and an all-around nice guy.
The sun was high in the sky, shining coldly. Sebastian was in a mossy forest, full of towering trees, small streams and other forms of greenery. It was truly a natural setting. The kind of place where one might expect a nymph to show her face in the bark of a tree or a naiad's warped features shimmering beneath the water of a brook.
The fiery Italian hefted his quiver, bow and satchel a little further up his body, making sure each were secure. This looked like the kind of place he might need to run fast from a curious predator; perhaps a grizzly bear.
In a surprisingly short amount of time, Sebastian was lost. He wasn't quite worried. He didn't have a final destination, so he couldn't be properly lost. He just didn't want to stay in this forest forever. He much preferred the urban towns and cities, where he could scavenge off what remained of the human race. Some of those places were amazing, far beyond his comprehension.
In time, he happened upon a lake, the clean scent of water luring him. He'd taken a few sips before he decided to take a dip. In ten seconds, he stripped off his scruffy jeans, carefully put down his weaponry and satchel and dived into the shockingly cold water. His first few thoughts comprised mainly of inventive curses at the frigid temperature of the water, but he powered through with long strokes before he dived.
He didn't open his eyes, but swam down with strong strokes. He hated sailing, but loved swimming. Sebastian swam until he touched the ground and propelled himself upwards, taking a grateful breath before he glanced around and began a fast front crawl to get back to his belongings. His paranoid streak had helped him, but occasionally it grew annoying. Not least because in his haste to leave home, he'd forgotten to buy a towel.
Luckily, until he chose to return home, he didn't need to. Despite being a creature who had spent his life in a hot climate, Sebastian's impulsive streak reared its head and demanded that the entertainer travel north. He had hardly seen snow before, though he had heard of it and occasionally glimpsed it at the top of mountains.
Hardy paws carried the artisan north, past the incredibly diverse landscape of this new land. Human settlements were of special interest to him, and he investigated several he passed by. The end result was the same: nearly always depressingly empty. It appeared as though their cousins from this continent were not as enthusiastic about scavenging off the human empires as their European counterparts. Though precisely why was difficult to fathom.
Whatever the case, the archer did not bother himself any further on the matter. Perhaps their ways were strange, but maybe they could suit him. He'd heard plenty of stories describing the Americans as oddballs, but he didn't believe everything he heard. He was a scholar at heart; a scholar, a lover, an intellectual and an all-around nice guy.
The sun was high in the sky, shining coldly. Sebastian was in a mossy forest, full of towering trees, small streams and other forms of greenery. It was truly a natural setting. The kind of place where one might expect a nymph to show her face in the bark of a tree or a naiad's warped features shimmering beneath the water of a brook.
The fiery Italian hefted his quiver, bow and satchel a little further up his body, making sure each were secure. This looked like the kind of place he might need to run fast from a curious predator; perhaps a grizzly bear.
In a surprisingly short amount of time, Sebastian was lost. He wasn't quite worried. He didn't have a final destination, so he couldn't be properly lost. He just didn't want to stay in this forest forever. He much preferred the urban towns and cities, where he could scavenge off what remained of the human race. Some of those places were amazing, far beyond his comprehension.
In time, he happened upon a lake, the clean scent of water luring him. He'd taken a few sips before he decided to take a dip. In ten seconds, he stripped off his scruffy jeans, carefully put down his weaponry and satchel and dived into the shockingly cold water. His first few thoughts comprised mainly of inventive curses at the frigid temperature of the water, but he powered through with long strokes before he dived.
He didn't open his eyes, but swam down with strong strokes. He hated sailing, but loved swimming. Sebastian swam until he touched the ground and propelled himself upwards, taking a grateful breath before he glanced around and began a fast front crawl to get back to his belongings. His paranoid streak had helped him, but occasionally it grew annoying. Not least because in his haste to leave home, he'd forgotten to buy a towel.