ooc: Form, Optime. Mid-day.
Ever since his talk with X'yrin, he hadn't left this place. It had been a long time since he had actually went into the pack grounds to do anything. For he knew if he did, he would have to face her. Face his weakness, and face what in the past few days was inevitable. Instead he had spent his days whittling away at bits of wood, creating his own make shift chess board complete with pieces. He was no wood worker and would not say that his set was a master works. However it was better than the stones that he had been using for the past few days. The last piece that he had been whittling was the opponents Queen. Using a sharp piece of flint from the mountain side he carefully finished the lat part of it. One set of pieces would be a natural wood finish. The others however, he had another plan for. He took the piece of flint and ran it along one of the marks that had been healing for the past few weeks. It opened up and spouted fresh blood which he collcted in a small earthen bowl from the packs grounds.
Ignoring the rest of his wound, he would dip each of the opponents pieces in the bwol, ensuring they would be soaked with his blood. giving them a fresh blood red colour. Soon it would harden and turn maroon, giving the other pieces a distinction from the rest. White queen, Red Queen. Placing each piece on its intended slot within the board, he would lean back against the mountain wall and allow them to dry. As for his wound. Well he wouldn't fix it, not quite yet. He would allow the blood to crust and then perhaps apply a leaf or two before cleaning the wound fully out. Some would perhaps say there was a sadness around the scene that followed, for X'ies however this was a kind of peace. Without seeing X'yrin, without interacting with his pack, there was just him and his thoughts. His chess pieces. He filled his time making them, and would now fill the rest plotting with them moves to advance himself, and the pack when he inevitably returned to their grounds. But not yet. He had things to contemplate on, and he had to glue his mindset back together.