A Lone Wolfdog in a Sea of Luperci

Ibycus · 03-12-2012, 02:08 AM

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Ibycus

Ibycus stood on one of the hillocks of what once used to be a human fort and surveyed the landscape around him. He looked out over the water and watched the waves roll in. He had arrived here a couple of weeks ago and started to poke around the buildings. One of the first things he discovered was an old human museum. The second thing he discovered was that the roof had collapsed in, in the said museum.

After searching about a bit more, he found one of the buildings that was still sufficiently standing to stay in. The roof leaked but some work at finding various boards and other detritus and arranging it on the roof, it served to keep the rain out and keep the current occupant dry during the many rainy periods. The roof would not last the winter, but he did not care as he was only there for a while to dig through the museum and see if there was anything worthwhile to salvage.

There was not much left to find that entropy driven by the weather had not found and destroyed already. He had found several knives, well, what was left of the knives. The handles were all rotted away and the steel blades were massively rusted and pitted from the rain and salt laden moisture. The only thing worth while that he had found so far was a hatchet head that looked like it could be cleaned up, sharpened and a new handle installed and it would be usable once again.

This cloudy mid morning day, Ibycus was pondering if it was time to move on or if he should keep scrounging around the old museum. He wondered if it was time to return back to the more populated parts of this land. He had been up this way for weeks and had not come across anyone and it was disconcerting for even a loner such as him to not have run into anyone for that long of a period of time.

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