04-14-2009, 08:45 PM
Certainly it hadn't been on Legion's agenda that day to go sneaking into Dahlia de Mai once more. He knew the consequences could be...very severe. Especially if he ran into that Stormbringer again. But a new scent of the same line had drifted downwind from their territory, one that he couldn't resist investigating. How many of them were here? And why? This scent especially intrigued him. He knew it, and quite well. It was attached to a very painful memory, one he'd prefer to forget, but that seemed to haunt him no matter where he ran. And so he risked himself again, crossing the borders into Dahlia.
He'd kept his wolf form about him, arguably his favorite and the best for sneaking around, and had been investigating a tuft of fur left behind on a thornbush when a rustling sound reached his ears. Immediately his muscles tensed in stillness, and he lifted his head, ears erect, eyes roving, searching out what had made the sound. However, the creature that poked its head around a copse of bushes hadn't been what he'd expected.
A rust colored fae breached the greenery, but she was most curious in that a crimson cloth veiled her eyes, and a sharp dagger shone between even sharper teeth. If she was blind, surely she must have smelled or heard him here...he'd read about how such things heightened other senses. But she seemed totally oblivious, set on some other intent. Upon closer inspection he noticed that the cloth might not be there just for blindness...and even if she had been, it was not from birth. Crusted scars peeked out from underneath the bright cloth, and he found himself sympathizing with the femme before even talking to her. He had two notable scar across his eyes too, but he'd been lucky enough to retain his sight...whether she would have the same, he supposed it was yet to be determined. And it wasn't as if he was rude enough to ask.
His better sense told him to pass her by. After all, he was a stranger here, and she'd undoubtedly know it. At the same time, however, stalking about unannounced was no better, and was cause for even more concern. So, he audibly cleared his throat in an effort to catch her attention...wondering what kind of response it would gerner.
He'd kept his wolf form about him, arguably his favorite and the best for sneaking around, and had been investigating a tuft of fur left behind on a thornbush when a rustling sound reached his ears. Immediately his muscles tensed in stillness, and he lifted his head, ears erect, eyes roving, searching out what had made the sound. However, the creature that poked its head around a copse of bushes hadn't been what he'd expected.
A rust colored fae breached the greenery, but she was most curious in that a crimson cloth veiled her eyes, and a sharp dagger shone between even sharper teeth. If she was blind, surely she must have smelled or heard him here...he'd read about how such things heightened other senses. But she seemed totally oblivious, set on some other intent. Upon closer inspection he noticed that the cloth might not be there just for blindness...and even if she had been, it was not from birth. Crusted scars peeked out from underneath the bright cloth, and he found himself sympathizing with the femme before even talking to her. He had two notable scar across his eyes too, but he'd been lucky enough to retain his sight...whether she would have the same, he supposed it was yet to be determined. And it wasn't as if he was rude enough to ask.
His better sense told him to pass her by. After all, he was a stranger here, and she'd undoubtedly know it. At the same time, however, stalking about unannounced was no better, and was cause for even more concern. So, he audibly cleared his throat in an effort to catch her attention...wondering what kind of response it would gerner.