10-07-2008, 07:06 AM
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It had been weeks since Luka had touched land, traveling aboard the ship with his father and the other werewolves. But there was something about the ocean that entranced his soul, and while he missed the land when at sea, he found he missed the open blue more now that his paws touched solid ground. Zaets had found a place for them to spend while here in the remnants of an old building, and while he cleaned the youth had slipped away to explore. His father had longed to return home, but when they had arrived in the Russian's birthplace, they'd only found charred, burned lands completely devoid of life. It looked as though a war had torn the earth apart, as though the apocalypse had arrived and devoured the land and sky in a great inferno. And so, they had crossed the mountains, following the wake of the survivors from months earlier. Perhaps, his sire had mused, they'd find some familiar face he'd once known.
Either way, wanderlust struck the gypsy-pirate boy and he departed from his father's shadow, slinking off into the city beyond. He laughed lightly, tossing his sheathed blade into the air and catching it lightly, before whipping it out and listening to the soft whistle as it sliced through the wind. He'd been trained in swordsmanship and weaponry, but for the time being, all he carried around was a small dagger. After all, Luka was a wolf and his fangs and claws served a purpose. Beads and feathers entwined in his hair tinkling softly as they strucked against each other, boy turned toward the opening of a likely building. A pawn shop. This should serve some amusement, he decided, braving the shadows within as the sun hide behind a cloud, wrapping the city in a light darker than before.[/html]
It had been weeks since Luka had touched land, traveling aboard the ship with his father and the other werewolves. But there was something about the ocean that entranced his soul, and while he missed the land when at sea, he found he missed the open blue more now that his paws touched solid ground. Zaets had found a place for them to spend while here in the remnants of an old building, and while he cleaned the youth had slipped away to explore. His father had longed to return home, but when they had arrived in the Russian's birthplace, they'd only found charred, burned lands completely devoid of life. It looked as though a war had torn the earth apart, as though the apocalypse had arrived and devoured the land and sky in a great inferno. And so, they had crossed the mountains, following the wake of the survivors from months earlier. Perhaps, his sire had mused, they'd find some familiar face he'd once known.
Either way, wanderlust struck the gypsy-pirate boy and he departed from his father's shadow, slinking off into the city beyond. He laughed lightly, tossing his sheathed blade into the air and catching it lightly, before whipping it out and listening to the soft whistle as it sliced through the wind. He'd been trained in swordsmanship and weaponry, but for the time being, all he carried around was a small dagger. After all, Luka was a wolf and his fangs and claws served a purpose. Beads and feathers entwined in his hair tinkling softly as they strucked against each other, boy turned toward the opening of a likely building. A pawn shop. This should serve some amusement, he decided, braving the shadows within as the sun hide behind a cloud, wrapping the city in a light darker than before.[/html]