04-17-2012, 07:56 AM
Word count: 349 ----------------------------OOC: Looking for a loner for him to run into, maybe to tell him about New Dawn. 
He had woken to the crisp scent of the sea and the taste of salt on his lips. It would take only a day more for him to reach the Isthmus of Chitengo, and then he would be in Nova Scotia. It had been two long years since he had left his home and taken the boat across the ocean and he had since seen almost all there was to see of the world. Perhaps this would be where he finally settled down. The cold, unforgiving north might just be where his restless soul was taking him.
Ignatius rose with the sun and packed up his bedroll, storing it with the rest of his things in the cart that would be pulled by Pippa, his chestnut and white mare. He briefly stopped to look at the scene he had painted on the covered cart shortly after he got it. He ran his paw over the laughing Luperci and smiled. He had received this cart from one of the few more civilized packs of coyotes in the south. It had cost him only his songs, stories and tricks; that was something he was happy to give away.
The sun was still breaching the mountaintops when Ignatius started off. He kept a steady pace and walked beside Pippa. The wares he had stashed in the cart wobbled this way and that, creating quite a commotion. His approach would not be a surprise to anyone in the area but he liked it that way. He was here to entertain and hopefully make a few friends along the way. There was always the possibility of an attack but so far in life he had been lucky, at least in that respect. It did him no good to worry about what might happen.
He hummed a soft tune as they walked along, matching it to the rhythm of Pippa's hoof-steps and the jingle of the cart. The sky was clear of any clouds and he could tell it was going to be a beautiful day. It was the beginning of a perfect end.
He had woken to the crisp scent of the sea and the taste of salt on his lips. It would take only a day more for him to reach the Isthmus of Chitengo, and then he would be in Nova Scotia. It had been two long years since he had left his home and taken the boat across the ocean and he had since seen almost all there was to see of the world. Perhaps this would be where he finally settled down. The cold, unforgiving north might just be where his restless soul was taking him.
Ignatius rose with the sun and packed up his bedroll, storing it with the rest of his things in the cart that would be pulled by Pippa, his chestnut and white mare. He briefly stopped to look at the scene he had painted on the covered cart shortly after he got it. He ran his paw over the laughing Luperci and smiled. He had received this cart from one of the few more civilized packs of coyotes in the south. It had cost him only his songs, stories and tricks; that was something he was happy to give away.
The sun was still breaching the mountaintops when Ignatius started off. He kept a steady pace and walked beside Pippa. The wares he had stashed in the cart wobbled this way and that, creating quite a commotion. His approach would not be a surprise to anyone in the area but he liked it that way. He was here to entertain and hopefully make a few friends along the way. There was always the possibility of an attack but so far in life he had been lucky, at least in that respect. It did him no good to worry about what might happen.
He hummed a soft tune as they walked along, matching it to the rhythm of Pippa's hoof-steps and the jingle of the cart. The sky was clear of any clouds and he could tell it was going to be a beautiful day. It was the beginning of a perfect end.