02-05-2012, 11:18 PM
OCC: This thread is by Ichika. Aylu will find the body of Shiloh Grant, my first character. If anyone wants to talk to him feel free to jump in. WC:575
It was early morning when Aylu woke. He packed up his meager belongings and headed out into the pre-dawn light. Cilantro screeched over head and flew down and landed on his staff. [color= teal]" There is movement ahead. I couldn't see what it was but it looked harmless," Cilantro said softly as Aylu started to walk. The forest he was by wasn't yet packland even though the pack scents could be smelled. He stayed clear of the pack for now, not yet wanted to be close to them. He hoped he had found the pack, the Ichika no Hoen the old man had talked about. He knew that something in that pack would be his calling. He walked for a while and eventually came to a small field, just outside pack boarders. There hadn't been a wolf there in a long while, the tracks that resided there were a few weeks old.
He walked the area, finding the ground was unstable by the river. There where multiple scents but there was one that was more dominant over the others. He wondered what kind of wolf would stay in such a field and after a while he came across a foul stench. It wasn't in the field but a little ways down the river. He found a body, covered in a blanket that was covered in snow. He pulled the blanket back to find the corpse of a woman, curled into a small ball. She was scarred all over, her grey fur matted around her side. She had been there a while, two weeks tops. She looked like she had died from blood loss as the ground under her was dyed crimson. Her face held a wolf smile and he knew he would have to pray over the body to help the grey woman's spirit into the after life. He saw something glint on her neck and rolled her body on to its back to look at it. There was a silver and copper necklace her hand was curled over and after working the frozen digits off of it he took it off. It was expertly crafted and he didn't feel right wearing it but he put it in bag. He felt bad for the grey woman before him. She looked like she had gone though a lot. The burn scars on her arms and face to the lash marks on her chest and stomach. This woman was a tortured soul. He wouldn't eat for a extra two nights and pray and extra two nights for her. He covered her and looked around, noticing smaller pawprints around the body.
Had she been with a pup? had some smaller animal got curious? He didn't wait to find out. He wanted to send this woman's soul on her way. He dug a deep grave and buried the body, praying over her for a while before covering her. He went back to the field, the grey woman's body fresh in his mind as he laid out his napping roll and set up his tent. He went to a more stable part of the river and cleaned himself off before going back to his tent. He sat in the lotus pose and started humming a melodic tone that he used to pray and bring good spirits to the area. He hoped to cleanse the area he would be living so that if there was anything evil here it would leave.
It was early morning when Aylu woke. He packed up his meager belongings and headed out into the pre-dawn light. Cilantro screeched over head and flew down and landed on his staff. [color= teal]" There is movement ahead. I couldn't see what it was but it looked harmless," Cilantro said softly as Aylu started to walk. The forest he was by wasn't yet packland even though the pack scents could be smelled. He stayed clear of the pack for now, not yet wanted to be close to them. He hoped he had found the pack, the Ichika no Hoen the old man had talked about. He knew that something in that pack would be his calling. He walked for a while and eventually came to a small field, just outside pack boarders. There hadn't been a wolf there in a long while, the tracks that resided there were a few weeks old.
He walked the area, finding the ground was unstable by the river. There where multiple scents but there was one that was more dominant over the others. He wondered what kind of wolf would stay in such a field and after a while he came across a foul stench. It wasn't in the field but a little ways down the river. He found a body, covered in a blanket that was covered in snow. He pulled the blanket back to find the corpse of a woman, curled into a small ball. She was scarred all over, her grey fur matted around her side. She had been there a while, two weeks tops. She looked like she had died from blood loss as the ground under her was dyed crimson. Her face held a wolf smile and he knew he would have to pray over the body to help the grey woman's spirit into the after life. He saw something glint on her neck and rolled her body on to its back to look at it. There was a silver and copper necklace her hand was curled over and after working the frozen digits off of it he took it off. It was expertly crafted and he didn't feel right wearing it but he put it in bag. He felt bad for the grey woman before him. She looked like she had gone though a lot. The burn scars on her arms and face to the lash marks on her chest and stomach. This woman was a tortured soul. He wouldn't eat for a extra two nights and pray and extra two nights for her. He covered her and looked around, noticing smaller pawprints around the body.
Had she been with a pup? had some smaller animal got curious? He didn't wait to find out. He wanted to send this woman's soul on her way. He dug a deep grave and buried the body, praying over her for a while before covering her. He went back to the field, the grey woman's body fresh in his mind as he laid out his napping roll and set up his tent. He went to a more stable part of the river and cleaned himself off before going back to his tent. He sat in the lotus pose and started humming a melodic tone that he used to pray and bring good spirits to the area. He hoped to cleanse the area he would be living so that if there was anything evil here it would leave.