01-06-2012, 05:43 PM
After looking over Cercatori D'Arte, Sebastian had come to the conclusion that the pack was the best fit for him so far. He had looked over other packs, but none had interested him much. He did have to consider the fact that D'Arte did not need him, but that was immaterial. He went where his best fit was, and D'Arte was the best choice so far. Still, he wondered how it would feel to be surrounded by other artists, some of whom might be better than him. A pride-crushing experience, maybe, but it would be good to observe other styles.
Perhaps.
The artisan trekked north of Halifax City, taking his equipment with him, along with some wine he had wrapped in fabric and his jacket for protection. One could never be too cautious with wine, after all. It was midday before he finally came upon the borders of an unfamiliar pack, one that was relatively close to Halifax. Plus, the territory seemed massive. It piqued his interest.
Sebastian stood a respectful distance from the borders of this newfound pack and sniffed the air before he howled. There was something familiar about the scent. He had no idea what was waiting for him inside, or the two very interesting men who would come upon him. His howl was loud but not demanding; he sought only to inform the leaders of his presence and that he waited upon their borders. No more, and no less.
Respect was vital in many situations, especially when one risked insulting leaders of packs. Things got messy then, and the mess tended to result purely from the disrespectful one's blood.
Perhaps.
The artisan trekked north of Halifax City, taking his equipment with him, along with some wine he had wrapped in fabric and his jacket for protection. One could never be too cautious with wine, after all. It was midday before he finally came upon the borders of an unfamiliar pack, one that was relatively close to Halifax. Plus, the territory seemed massive. It piqued his interest.
Sebastian stood a respectful distance from the borders of this newfound pack and sniffed the air before he howled. There was something familiar about the scent. He had no idea what was waiting for him inside, or the two very interesting men who would come upon him. His howl was loud but not demanding; he sought only to inform the leaders of his presence and that he waited upon their borders. No more, and no less.
Respect was vital in many situations, especially when one risked insulting leaders of packs. Things got messy then, and the mess tended to result purely from the disrespectful one's blood.