06-22-2008, 02:45 PM
The woods were dense...terribly dense, so much so that it seemed as night beneath their overlapping leaves, while the midday sun beamed out above the canopy. The tall werewolf padded thoughtfully beneath the claustrophobic darkness of the woods, listening intently to the silence of this dark place. He was troubled, and so took bliss in the privacy of such a place. He could have taken another route north, but had chosen this to give himself time to think.
Soro had wanted to accompany him, the younger were felt a terrible guilt that Asmodai couldn't imagine after his mistake in their last encounter. The fang marks on his left arm were a stark reminder of that day, two weeks ago. The bite had gone deep, for the wolf who'd bitten him had been thickly built and powerful, but he felt the wound healing day by day. Soon he would recover, and then he could take his younger cousin to do what they had come here to do. To complete the task they'd been charged with a year and a half ago, the task which had gotten three of their party killed already. He had told Soro to travel apart from him, that two wolves like themselves should not be seen together to allay suspicion.
That incident...it haunted him still. Varn...damn it, Varn. You should have been a match for him. For any of these people. You are one of the greats from Gray Claw, none of this rabble should have been your better. His thoughts did not do his mentor justice...losing to someone did not make them your better...it could have just as easily been luck or a misstep. Nevertheless, he preferred to mask his remorse with a thin layer or resentment, which helped him to remain functional despite the loss of his long-time friend and teacher. The wolf who had slain him...he had been a monster, but an adept of Gray Claw should not be defeated by someone who fought with such ill form. The wolf with the mixed-coat found a ray of sunlight which shone down through a hole in the canopy as the earth beneath his feet began to angle downward. Moving to stand in the light, he closed his eyes and lifted his face to the sun. This tale of travel and tribulation would soon come to an end, he knew. He only needed to wait a little while longer, and he could go home.
Soro had wanted to accompany him, the younger were felt a terrible guilt that Asmodai couldn't imagine after his mistake in their last encounter. The fang marks on his left arm were a stark reminder of that day, two weeks ago. The bite had gone deep, for the wolf who'd bitten him had been thickly built and powerful, but he felt the wound healing day by day. Soon he would recover, and then he could take his younger cousin to do what they had come here to do. To complete the task they'd been charged with a year and a half ago, the task which had gotten three of their party killed already. He had told Soro to travel apart from him, that two wolves like themselves should not be seen together to allay suspicion.
That incident...it haunted him still. Varn...damn it, Varn. You should have been a match for him. For any of these people. You are one of the greats from Gray Claw, none of this rabble should have been your better. His thoughts did not do his mentor justice...losing to someone did not make them your better...it could have just as easily been luck or a misstep. Nevertheless, he preferred to mask his remorse with a thin layer or resentment, which helped him to remain functional despite the loss of his long-time friend and teacher. The wolf who had slain him...he had been a monster, but an adept of Gray Claw should not be defeated by someone who fought with such ill form. The wolf with the mixed-coat found a ray of sunlight which shone down through a hole in the canopy as the earth beneath his feet began to angle downward. Moving to stand in the light, he closed his eyes and lifted his face to the sun. This tale of travel and tribulation would soon come to an end, he knew. He only needed to wait a little while longer, and he could go home.