08-11-2009, 10:30 PM
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I'd prefer someone who would have a civilized discussion with him, instead of a fight? XD -hopeful-
Xeris' words had brought about curiosity. One that, as he lay in silence at night, would not leave his mind. A clan of coyotes, Inferni, she had called them, who hated all wolves. Xeris hadn't been able to give him a reason for their hatred, only that there had been tension between them and Phoenix Valley, and this only made the foreign man wonder more. She had warned him to stay away for fear of his safety but nothing had been mentioned about repercussions from their leadership. As far as he was aware, he could go where he pleased, so long as he didn't intend to start and trouble, which he didn't. Their hatred made him wonder, her description of the one-eyed woman, and everything else that he had heard about him. He knew he was risking his safety by being there.
It didn't take him long to find their borders, he had picked up their scent on his way through the lands the first time, and Xeris' explanation of the layout of the lands only helped. On four legs, which was something that happened very rarely, the scarred and battered man neared their borders, careful to keep a few feet between himself and the invisible line. His back, raked with scars and missing fur, he kept facing away, seating himself there. Milky blue eyes, covered over with the beginning of cataracts, swept the lands around him, curious as to their layout. Of course, this was something he didn't expect to ever find out. Instead of roaming their border for a better look, he stayed seated, respectful of their borders.
Xeris' words had brought about curiosity. One that, as he lay in silence at night, would not leave his mind. A clan of coyotes, Inferni, she had called them, who hated all wolves. Xeris hadn't been able to give him a reason for their hatred, only that there had been tension between them and Phoenix Valley, and this only made the foreign man wonder more. She had warned him to stay away for fear of his safety but nothing had been mentioned about repercussions from their leadership. As far as he was aware, he could go where he pleased, so long as he didn't intend to start and trouble, which he didn't. Their hatred made him wonder, her description of the one-eyed woman, and everything else that he had heard about him. He knew he was risking his safety by being there.
It didn't take him long to find their borders, he had picked up their scent on his way through the lands the first time, and Xeris' explanation of the layout of the lands only helped. On four legs, which was something that happened very rarely, the scarred and battered man neared their borders, careful to keep a few feet between himself and the invisible line. His back, raked with scars and missing fur, he kept facing away, seating himself there. Milky blue eyes, covered over with the beginning of cataracts, swept the lands around him, curious as to their layout. Of course, this was something he didn't expect to ever find out. Instead of roaming their border for a better look, he stayed seated, respectful of their borders.