03-13-2012, 05:14 PM
YAYYYY! And yep, forward-dating is fine. 
Sebastian was brooding, of course. It was a natural state of mind when one has taken their second Luperci life. Normally, he wasn't one to brood over death- and to tell the entire truth, he wasn't. The Italian was far too sure of himself for such an action. No, the fact that he had taken a life for the second time wasn't too unsettling for him. The man had attempted to steak from Casa di Cavalieri and kill him, after all.
No, the thing that distressed him the most was the scar on his chest. A perfect diagonal line, still dark red, stretching from his right collarbone down to his left side, just below his pectoral. It completely obliterated his former visage of pure, unadulterated symmetry. It left a dark scratch against his formerly snowy-white chest. Sebastian had spent far more time feeling sorry for himself than the life he had taken. The slice in his skin and fur had been the source of about a week's worth of moping, but at last, the narcissistic Italian was ready to show his face to the world.
For some reason, thoughts of Trent flitted into his mind. Perhaps the confused wolf was still hanging around his usual spot? But no, he hadn't been lurking around the coast. Perhaps he had finally learned how to shift. Still... Sebastian missed his acquaintance. Deep in thought, Sebastian ambled aimlessly. His bow and arrows were firmly strapped to his back, his satchel hanging off his shoulder, his stiletto daggers in their sheaths in his pocket.
It was the smell of blood that caught his attention as he traipsed through the forest. His nose twitched and the Italian was off, hoping to find company on the way. It was less than two minutes before he saw something much more welcome than a dead stag. Alaki, gloriously naked, asleep against a tree with some recently-killed food. Sebastian took no notice of the crows, dismissing them if he ever even saw them at all.
The artisan grinned with an almost predatory gleam in his sharp white teeth, stepping boldly closer until one of the stupid crows started to make a cawing racket. Damn. He would have liked to give Alaki a nice little wake-up surprise.Well, he could still give Alaki something nice to wake up to.
Sebastian shifted his weight to one side, resting a hand on his hip as he drew himself up to his full height and smirked down at the Japanese warrior.
"Hello, handsome," he greeted the scarred predator, with just a tiny bit too much warmth. The artist's eyes lingered below Alaki's waist for longer than necessary, a salmon-pink tongue licking his chops before his orange eyes flickered up to the scarred, grey-furred face.
Sebastian was brooding, of course. It was a natural state of mind when one has taken their second Luperci life. Normally, he wasn't one to brood over death- and to tell the entire truth, he wasn't. The Italian was far too sure of himself for such an action. No, the fact that he had taken a life for the second time wasn't too unsettling for him. The man had attempted to steak from Casa di Cavalieri and kill him, after all.
No, the thing that distressed him the most was the scar on his chest. A perfect diagonal line, still dark red, stretching from his right collarbone down to his left side, just below his pectoral. It completely obliterated his former visage of pure, unadulterated symmetry. It left a dark scratch against his formerly snowy-white chest. Sebastian had spent far more time feeling sorry for himself than the life he had taken. The slice in his skin and fur had been the source of about a week's worth of moping, but at last, the narcissistic Italian was ready to show his face to the world.
For some reason, thoughts of Trent flitted into his mind. Perhaps the confused wolf was still hanging around his usual spot? But no, he hadn't been lurking around the coast. Perhaps he had finally learned how to shift. Still... Sebastian missed his acquaintance. Deep in thought, Sebastian ambled aimlessly. His bow and arrows were firmly strapped to his back, his satchel hanging off his shoulder, his stiletto daggers in their sheaths in his pocket.
It was the smell of blood that caught his attention as he traipsed through the forest. His nose twitched and the Italian was off, hoping to find company on the way. It was less than two minutes before he saw something much more welcome than a dead stag. Alaki, gloriously naked, asleep against a tree with some recently-killed food. Sebastian took no notice of the crows, dismissing them if he ever even saw them at all.
The artisan grinned with an almost predatory gleam in his sharp white teeth, stepping boldly closer until one of the stupid crows started to make a cawing racket. Damn. He would have liked to give Alaki a nice little wake-up surprise.Well, he could still give Alaki something nice to wake up to.
Sebastian shifted his weight to one side, resting a hand on his hip as he drew himself up to his full height and smirked down at the Japanese warrior.
"Hello, handsome," he greeted the scarred predator, with just a tiny bit too much warmth. The artist's eyes lingered below Alaki's waist for longer than necessary, a salmon-pink tongue licking his chops before his orange eyes flickered up to the scarred, grey-furred face.