04-26-2012, 01:02 PM
Aram wandered through the ruined city, with no particular direction in mind. He had only recently made his way north, and still wasn't sure if he wanted to stay in the area, maybe join a pack that would appreciate his talents, or continue wandering. Standing rather tall for a coyote, with a lean build, the male was a mixture of reds and oranges, with a few grey markings around his face, and arms. Not being too fond of clothing, Aram wore a simple belt, with a collection of knives ringing it, and a short sword buckled on one side. Slung over his back was a simple wooden short bow, with a handful of arrows lashed together. He was by trade, a warrior, and if he traveled with anything, it was weapons.
For the sake of surviving the wilderness though, he also had a crude pack slung over one shoulder, where he kept a variety of tools, and provisions for traveling. At times he wished everything wasn't so heavy, but he always scolded himself right after for not thinking of how useful the extra burden was for strengthening himself. A task he often set himself to, to become an even more effective weapon, even if he didn't seek battle, it was his life to be prepared for one.
The smell of a female nearby piqued Aram's interest, and while he did not normally womanize like some would, he was still a male, and occasionally enjoyed to have company. There was also the chance they were a merchant, or some other that could give him a better indication of the surrounding areas, namely who he might inquire about employment. Following the scent to an old building, the male cautiously entered, yellow eyes alert for some sort of ambush, even if all he could smell was a female, something he didn't normally fear.
Eventually, Aram found the hole, and peered down inside, to see a rather pretty female, a coyote from the looks, or at least pure enough that he would take an interest in pups from them. Of particular interest to Aram though, was the collar around her neck, to him, the mark of a slave. Eyes trailing further down to see a name emblazoned on her thigh only convinced the male further that he had stumbled across a slave, probably an escaped one at that. Gears turned within the male's mind, while he observed her trying to escape, and recalled that he had rope, and believed he was more then strong enough to subdue the slave if he needed to.
Mind finally settled on what he wanted, Aram called down to the trapped female, while looking for a way down to the makeshift cage "Well, it looks like I've found a pretty little thing caught in a trap. What are you doing all alone out here?". Aram's words were gentle enough, even though there was a slight accusation in the way he asked why she was alone. He had decided that whoever she was, that she would become his slave, since the previous owner was careless enough to let her escape.
For the sake of surviving the wilderness though, he also had a crude pack slung over one shoulder, where he kept a variety of tools, and provisions for traveling. At times he wished everything wasn't so heavy, but he always scolded himself right after for not thinking of how useful the extra burden was for strengthening himself. A task he often set himself to, to become an even more effective weapon, even if he didn't seek battle, it was his life to be prepared for one.
The smell of a female nearby piqued Aram's interest, and while he did not normally womanize like some would, he was still a male, and occasionally enjoyed to have company. There was also the chance they were a merchant, or some other that could give him a better indication of the surrounding areas, namely who he might inquire about employment. Following the scent to an old building, the male cautiously entered, yellow eyes alert for some sort of ambush, even if all he could smell was a female, something he didn't normally fear.
Eventually, Aram found the hole, and peered down inside, to see a rather pretty female, a coyote from the looks, or at least pure enough that he would take an interest in pups from them. Of particular interest to Aram though, was the collar around her neck, to him, the mark of a slave. Eyes trailing further down to see a name emblazoned on her thigh only convinced the male further that he had stumbled across a slave, probably an escaped one at that. Gears turned within the male's mind, while he observed her trying to escape, and recalled that he had rope, and believed he was more then strong enough to subdue the slave if he needed to.
Mind finally settled on what he wanted, Aram called down to the trapped female, while looking for a way down to the makeshift cage "Well, it looks like I've found a pretty little thing caught in a trap. What are you doing all alone out here?". Aram's words were gentle enough, even though there was a slight accusation in the way he asked why she was alone. He had decided that whoever she was, that she would become his slave, since the previous owner was careless enough to let her escape.