10-22-2012, 02:55 PM
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"Shit!" Leviothan suddenly exclaimed. On the ground just before him stood an over turned wheel barrel that he'd managed to pick up from one the human houses that he'd come across. Unfortunately, within it were dozens of different things he'd felt he'd likely want and if not, could trade for more items. His carving knife was growing dull and he'd sharpened it so many times that the blade had gotten smaller, thinner and less usable. He'd need a new one soon. Silently, he doubled over to quickly scoop up the contents of his raid. He'd acquired a long sword that he managed to find within the attic of one of the houses, several smaller metal eatery blades and utensils, a picture frame that he was sure someone would want back at the back and several different spices that he'd raided from cellars and basements. Eclipse would love him for these!
Other then his usual ripped and torn jeans, Leviothan wore nothing, allowing the coiled muscles of his abdomen full reign of sight, the copper toned main and fur that covered and laced over his flesh glinting within the light as if it'd just been cleaned. For a brief moment, he made sure that he'd forgotten nothing on the ground, even the arrow head he'd found by accident near one of the houses' outside porches. The only reason he'd left the pack-lands the day before had been to explore, but he'd not been able to control himself when he came across the homes. Several times in the past he'd managed to acquire different items from places just like that and every time he'd managed to find something even better then the last. Coincidentally, the arrow head was exactly what he needed to design Eclipse's arrows. It'd help set the model for what he'd need to do.
Just when he'd managed to get the wheelbarrow righted, when he'd just managed to figure out how he was going to push it the rest of the way with its wheel bent and flat, he heard something coming from the direction of the stream just ahead, then smelled another canine. Decidedly, with the scent, he began to assume that it was a male. Possibly a thief coming for his loot? A growl left through his lips, but he continued in the direction the scent was coming from, eventually making his way through a canopy of trees. No, the scent was too nice to be a thief. Despite his lack of a shirt, he seemed warm enough. His fur was thick enough that the chill didn't hit him so much as it sent shivers through his body, small goosebumps erupting underneath his fur. Only now... he froze. How could he not when a leather wearing bad-ass of a Luperci was walking his way. He felt a rush of adrenaline, though couldn't quite explain it. Something about the wolf seemed exotic and he somewhat liked it.
As he watched from afar, he began to take note of the other wolf's athleticism, the way he vaulted over a fallen log, continuing along his way in the direction Leviothan had just gone. He didn't know what exactly came into him but moment's later he pushed the wheelbarrow from behind the trees and a creak, a squeak of the rubber, the abrupt crash of the wheelbarrow once again became apparent as its contents were thrown to the ground again with a loud crash. He was thrown over the wooden handles and the metallic inside only to land painfully on his back, the breath knocked from his lungs. Wheezing, he'd lost his thought on the red fox like wolf, even if he might have been heard and spotted coming from behind the tree only to end up on his ass. "Arrhhhghhh.." He groaned slightly.
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A Winter's Wonderland
croll;background-color:#483f3a;color:#dfd1bb; opacity: 0.6; filter:alpha(opacity =60)">"Shit!" Leviothan suddenly exclaimed. On the ground just before him stood an over turned wheel barrel that he'd managed to pick up from one the human houses that he'd come across. Unfortunately, within it were dozens of different things he'd felt he'd likely want and if not, could trade for more items. His carving knife was growing dull and he'd sharpened it so many times that the blade had gotten smaller, thinner and less usable. He'd need a new one soon. Silently, he doubled over to quickly scoop up the contents of his raid. He'd acquired a long sword that he managed to find within the attic of one of the houses, several smaller metal eatery blades and utensils, a picture frame that he was sure someone would want back at the back and several different spices that he'd raided from cellars and basements. Eclipse would love him for these!
Other then his usual ripped and torn jeans, Leviothan wore nothing, allowing the coiled muscles of his abdomen full reign of sight, the copper toned main and fur that covered and laced over his flesh glinting within the light as if it'd just been cleaned. For a brief moment, he made sure that he'd forgotten nothing on the ground, even the arrow head he'd found by accident near one of the houses' outside porches. The only reason he'd left the pack-lands the day before had been to explore, but he'd not been able to control himself when he came across the homes. Several times in the past he'd managed to acquire different items from places just like that and every time he'd managed to find something even better then the last. Coincidentally, the arrow head was exactly what he needed to design Eclipse's arrows. It'd help set the model for what he'd need to do.
Just when he'd managed to get the wheelbarrow righted, when he'd just managed to figure out how he was going to push it the rest of the way with its wheel bent and flat, he heard something coming from the direction of the stream just ahead, then smelled another canine. Decidedly, with the scent, he began to assume that it was a male. Possibly a thief coming for his loot? A growl left through his lips, but he continued in the direction the scent was coming from, eventually making his way through a canopy of trees. No, the scent was too nice to be a thief. Despite his lack of a shirt, he seemed warm enough. His fur was thick enough that the chill didn't hit him so much as it sent shivers through his body, small goosebumps erupting underneath his fur. Only now... he froze. How could he not when a leather wearing bad-ass of a Luperci was walking his way. He felt a rush of adrenaline, though couldn't quite explain it. Something about the wolf seemed exotic and he somewhat liked it.
As he watched from afar, he began to take note of the other wolf's athleticism, the way he vaulted over a fallen log, continuing along his way in the direction Leviothan had just gone. He didn't know what exactly came into him but moment's later he pushed the wheelbarrow from behind the trees and a creak, a squeak of the rubber, the abrupt crash of the wheelbarrow once again became apparent as its contents were thrown to the ground again with a loud crash. He was thrown over the wooden handles and the metallic inside only to land painfully on his back, the breath knocked from his lungs. Wheezing, he'd lost his thought on the red fox like wolf, even if he might have been heard and spotted coming from behind the tree only to end up on his ass. "Arrhhhghhh.." He groaned slightly.
OOC: Finally he'll meet Sebby. 
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