08-13-2012, 12:05 PM
Roland sighed a bit, as his brisk jog slowed to a leisurely walk . He had spent the better part of a day trying to navigate the maze-like ruins of down-town Saint John. Walls of debris blocked most streets, along with the most obvious route to the east.
The wolf grasped the maple shaft of his iron-tipped spear as his grey-blue eyes darted around, seeing if he could spot anything of use. A moment later he noticed a stone building that looked at least somewhat structurally sound. One side was covered in wrist-thick vines, which would make it easy for him to climb.
The young wolf slid his spear into a spot fitted for it on his backpack, cracked his knuckles then made the tasking climb to the top of the building. When he got to the top he was panting and sweating, but otherwise alright.
The top of this building gave him a decent vantage point of the surrounding area. He saw that the land-bridge connecting the southern peninsula of the city to the more mainland eastern part was blocked by a pile of rubble and debris at least six times taller than him.
He muttered under his breath as he continued to "scope" out the city. One thing he did notice was another route to the eastern side of the city, although it seemed to be much more out of the way, but at least the route looked clear.
Roland smiled a bit. Maybe he would be able to get to a more populous area. With that he turned to make the climb back down, but something caught his eye; at least one figure darting through the overgrown patch of green space about a street-length from his current position. He quickly laid prone atop the building, as he gazed down, hoping to be able to discern whom or what had moved down there.
He scanned the area below him; then sighed. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him. With that, the young wolf made his way down the vines, back onto street level. He knew what direction to go now, and the area around the battered pavement looked relatively flat. Roland moved onward, through an overgrown field behind a single-story brick building with a partially collapsed roof.
He hummed to himself, nibbling his bottom lip as he trudged through the thigh-high phalaris grass, being careful not to let his paws fall too hard, as these over-grown fields tended to be full of all sorts of hidden, nasty leftovers of the humans.
When he was clear of the field he found himself following a "road" of sorts, made of rotted wood and rusted metal. He glanced at the long beams of rusted beyond salvage steel and rolled his eyes a bit.
"Such a waste of good metal." He muttered, stepping up onto one of the beams, and stretching his arms out to maintain his balance as he traversed the rail.
The wolf grasped the maple shaft of his iron-tipped spear as his grey-blue eyes darted around, seeing if he could spot anything of use. A moment later he noticed a stone building that looked at least somewhat structurally sound. One side was covered in wrist-thick vines, which would make it easy for him to climb.
The young wolf slid his spear into a spot fitted for it on his backpack, cracked his knuckles then made the tasking climb to the top of the building. When he got to the top he was panting and sweating, but otherwise alright.
The top of this building gave him a decent vantage point of the surrounding area. He saw that the land-bridge connecting the southern peninsula of the city to the more mainland eastern part was blocked by a pile of rubble and debris at least six times taller than him.
He muttered under his breath as he continued to "scope" out the city. One thing he did notice was another route to the eastern side of the city, although it seemed to be much more out of the way, but at least the route looked clear.
Roland smiled a bit. Maybe he would be able to get to a more populous area. With that he turned to make the climb back down, but something caught his eye; at least one figure darting through the overgrown patch of green space about a street-length from his current position. He quickly laid prone atop the building, as he gazed down, hoping to be able to discern whom or what had moved down there.
He scanned the area below him; then sighed. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him. With that, the young wolf made his way down the vines, back onto street level. He knew what direction to go now, and the area around the battered pavement looked relatively flat. Roland moved onward, through an overgrown field behind a single-story brick building with a partially collapsed roof.
He hummed to himself, nibbling his bottom lip as he trudged through the thigh-high phalaris grass, being careful not to let his paws fall too hard, as these over-grown fields tended to be full of all sorts of hidden, nasty leftovers of the humans.
When he was clear of the field he found himself following a "road" of sorts, made of rotted wood and rusted metal. He glanced at the long beams of rusted beyond salvage steel and rolled his eyes a bit.
"Such a waste of good metal." He muttered, stepping up onto one of the beams, and stretching his arms out to maintain his balance as he traversed the rail.