09-12-2012, 07:03 PM
He'd been trained since he was very young in all manner of combat, hand to hand, swordsmanship, blunt weapons, daggers, ranged, although there were some areas he needed improvement. He wasn't a very good archer for one, his aim was atrocious. No matter how hard he practiced, the arrows would always fly astray of their target, so he was left to shift to a four-legged secui form to hunt down his meals.
Unlike the woman before him, he had taken a life, he'd taken two in fact. One had been hard enough, though it was easier with the knowledge that if Alister didn't finish him off, the man would not hesitate to kill him. The second...he hadn't wanted to do it, but the man had forced him to, begging him, clutching onto his leg, pleading for him to end his suffering. He had recognized the young Callow, for his resemblance to his mother, Rowan and had seen her wearing the same pendant that hung about his neck. He'd made a merciful end to both, ensuring that neither suffered. After that he realized he couldn't stay there any longer. He couldn't be party to the injustice that the dogs faced at their hands, Gren's, mostly. His kills were messy, as if he took pleasure in it.
He couldn't join them, either, no the wolves watched him far too closely for that, leaving had been his only option. And so he'd left, plotting a sloppy course to Nova Scotia. Looking at Isa, he was sure now he'd made the right choice. He smiled at her assurances, nodding his head slightly. "That means a lot to me, thank you. " soft was his british accented voice, eyes straying a moment. A perfect fit. It made his tail wag behind him. Brown ears perked as she voiced her own past, rather detatched, as if it didn't affect her, as if she'd moved on. "I'm sorry to hear that...the world, can be cruel. I'm glad you got out of that situation."
He quirked a brow as she smirked at him, suddenly longing to have the ground beneath his feet again. What was she planning? "...she said with a smirk" he drawled with a grin, offering a playful narration for her contradicting body language. His brows furrowed a bit as he listened to her speaking to the animal in low speech, he'd never learned the language himself. "That's low speech, isn't it? ...what are you telling him?" The stable master in his old clan had been the one to spark his anxiety around horses. Whenever he readied a horse for the tawny hybrid Alister could swear he heard him mumbling something in a strange tongue...Perhaps this was the reason he'd had such bad luck with the beasts?
Unlike the woman before him, he had taken a life, he'd taken two in fact. One had been hard enough, though it was easier with the knowledge that if Alister didn't finish him off, the man would not hesitate to kill him. The second...he hadn't wanted to do it, but the man had forced him to, begging him, clutching onto his leg, pleading for him to end his suffering. He had recognized the young Callow, for his resemblance to his mother, Rowan and had seen her wearing the same pendant that hung about his neck. He'd made a merciful end to both, ensuring that neither suffered. After that he realized he couldn't stay there any longer. He couldn't be party to the injustice that the dogs faced at their hands, Gren's, mostly. His kills were messy, as if he took pleasure in it.
He couldn't join them, either, no the wolves watched him far too closely for that, leaving had been his only option. And so he'd left, plotting a sloppy course to Nova Scotia. Looking at Isa, he was sure now he'd made the right choice. He smiled at her assurances, nodding his head slightly. "That means a lot to me, thank you. " soft was his british accented voice, eyes straying a moment. A perfect fit. It made his tail wag behind him. Brown ears perked as she voiced her own past, rather detatched, as if it didn't affect her, as if she'd moved on. "I'm sorry to hear that...the world, can be cruel. I'm glad you got out of that situation."
He quirked a brow as she smirked at him, suddenly longing to have the ground beneath his feet again. What was she planning? "...she said with a smirk" he drawled with a grin, offering a playful narration for her contradicting body language. His brows furrowed a bit as he listened to her speaking to the animal in low speech, he'd never learned the language himself. "That's low speech, isn't it? ...what are you telling him?" The stable master in his old clan had been the one to spark his anxiety around horses. Whenever he readied a horse for the tawny hybrid Alister could swear he heard him mumbling something in a strange tongue...Perhaps this was the reason he'd had such bad luck with the beasts?