04-01-2009, 10:48 PM
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awesome! this should be interesting :o
I HOLD SECRETS FLAME
Once again the sky was pelting the earth with it's frigid precipitation. Thankfully the man's coat and hat protected him for the most part though. That was something he had always found so interesting about his trench coat. Water rolled off of it just like off the back of a duck. It was incredibly useful for days such as this. Especially for a creature such as himself who barely ever rested. It was a luxury he only afforded himself when he absolutely had to. Unfortunately he had had more time than he would have liked for it lately. Right now his trails were running cold and he wasn't sure how to find them again. Today he had taken to traveling the lands again, hoping he might come across some clue that would lead him to something new.
The man hated stumbling around with no destination or purpose though, so he had decided to make for the outskirts of Crimson Dreams. He had no doubt that Anu had given him all the information she had on Conri Church, but maybe she had learned more since their last encounter. Almost anything would help him. Some physical description aside from the missing limb. Where he might be found. Hands were tucked neatly in his pockets as he walked along at a leisurely pace, tail hanging limp at his back. Onus wasn't one to give up on a case, but the lack of progress was beginning to frustrate even the career vigilante.
As he neared the lake something was off. At first nothing came to his veiled gaze, but there was a feeling deep in his gut. Something was here that did not belong. A dark, ominous feeling pervaded the sparse trees and hills. Clawed feet stopped in the cold mud as his hidden onyx eyes scanned the area for whatever was lingering. Soon, through the rain and trees he was able to spot a monochromatic figure. A shock when down the man's spine as he looked at the wolf. He was too far away to be entirely certain, but from where he stood it looked as if the male had pitch black eyes. The same eyes that laid in his own head.
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awesome! this should be interesting :o
Once again the sky was pelting the earth with it's frigid precipitation. Thankfully the man's coat and hat protected him for the most part though. That was something he had always found so interesting about his trench coat. Water rolled off of it just like off the back of a duck. It was incredibly useful for days such as this. Especially for a creature such as himself who barely ever rested. It was a luxury he only afforded himself when he absolutely had to. Unfortunately he had had more time than he would have liked for it lately. Right now his trails were running cold and he wasn't sure how to find them again. Today he had taken to traveling the lands again, hoping he might come across some clue that would lead him to something new.
The man hated stumbling around with no destination or purpose though, so he had decided to make for the outskirts of Crimson Dreams. He had no doubt that Anu had given him all the information she had on Conri Church, but maybe she had learned more since their last encounter. Almost anything would help him. Some physical description aside from the missing limb. Where he might be found. Hands were tucked neatly in his pockets as he walked along at a leisurely pace, tail hanging limp at his back. Onus wasn't one to give up on a case, but the lack of progress was beginning to frustrate even the career vigilante.
As he neared the lake something was off. At first nothing came to his veiled gaze, but there was a feeling deep in his gut. Something was here that did not belong. A dark, ominous feeling pervaded the sparse trees and hills. Clawed feet stopped in the cold mud as his hidden onyx eyes scanned the area for whatever was lingering. Soon, through the rain and trees he was able to spot a monochromatic figure. A shock when down the man's spine as he looked at the wolf. He was too far away to be entirely certain, but from where he stood it looked as if the male had pitch black eyes. The same eyes that laid in his own head.