A Wandering Wee Sparrow [Open rp! Come join! =D]

Young Ash's wanderings have brought her to the lawless Sunberth for the very first time!

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A Wandering Wee Sparrow [Open rp! Come join! =D]

Postby Ash Sparrow on October 24th, 2011, 10:48 am

Season of Fall, 511 AV, day 10


Our young Sparrow wasn't after thrills, or danger, or brawling - at least, that wasn't the initial intention. You could go as far as to say that the utter runt of a Kelvin was aimless. The youth was simply a nomadic creature, wandering to her next food supply; in some aspects, it was a rather easy going life. No one to protect, no one to talk to, no one to...Oh dear God it was so lonely. The worst of it was that the girl wasn't even a lone wolf figure. The world, too busy trying to survive after such a terrible event only four hundred years ago, didn't notice her, or care for her that much. Which was understandable. It was every man, woman, and child for himself in these harsh times, wasn't it? Ah, well. No point whining about it. Straighten your back, draw back your shoulders and move on. And so she did. And by God, she walked like the big bad wolf - a mighty, powerful swagger on her tiny frame, eerie eyes distanced and wild. Either a feral child, or one of those Kelvic buggers. Which was believable enough, they were everywhere. If you watched the girl long enough, it was easy enough to see what particular Kelvic creature she was; occasionally, there would be the tell tale growl, revealing the long, pointed teeth, or even a howl to split the heavens to see where other wolves' territory was. Hostile, distanced, wild and skitterish seeming at times, was it a wander that she was lonesome? It could have been a defense mechanism, or perhaps she was just a particularly nasty little Kelvic. If she was, perhaps she'd have more of a chance in surviving in this damn, lawless environment.

Perhaps something in her spirit called her to such a place, mind you. Perhaps all of this felt more natural to her. She didn't like the rules placed down by the more civilized races - they got in the way of her survival on so many occasions. Life would be simpler with out them, right? Well. Sunberth could perhaps prove such a thing to her, that rules were unnecessary and obstructive. They were for safety? Bah! She stumbled into her harm because of said damn laws! With a scornful little shake of her head, and an agitated little snarl at such a thought, the wildling started migrating forward, with a bellowing stomach. There was a reason the runt was so small and scrawny, and that was because she had been surviving on a human scrounger's diet. For a growing wolf, that simply wouldn't do. She needed meat. Raw meat. Could she eat the two-legged people? Of course not! Wolves who eat humans and the like grow mangey, and their teeth and fur fall out. It was hard to find food that the other races didn't lay claim to. With a small, mournful whine, her tiny shoulders sagged in a rather disappointed manner. Currently - although it was fickle - the runt was an optimist. She had a good, strong feeling that she would see the day out, and the next day, and the next. Every day she was growing older and stronger. She'd survived from being an orphaned cub, to a young adult. Still practically a cub, but at a year and a half in canine years, she had the body of a grown wolf - and the hunting skills to go along with it.

Yes, she was an optimist survivalist. With, she suddenly realized, a storage of money stoyed away from a collection of recent contracts. The girl paused, tried to count it in her noggin, and simply got a headache. She hadn't any skills in reading, writing, or numeracy, and so merely assumed that she could last a decent, long while with her storage. The main chunk of the hoarde, she had burried in a secretive little location - but there were around fifteen of the gold trimmed coins in her clumsily made pockets. A sudden surge of excitement hit her. Mind you, this wasn't exactly the type of place to go on a shopping spree, was it? Sparrow paused, stopped, and quietly looked around the very sparse 'city'. It was a savage seeming place, certainly, a place where one had to watch whose toes they tread on. Thankfully, Ash hadn't met anyone quite yet to tread upon said toes, but she would. And she would end up not just treading on said toes, but stamping on them, as was her nature. Yet, she wasn't even aware of the danger of strolling these streets, armed with only her fangs and a wild will. The tension of this place was beginning to creep up on her, though. She felt her hackles constantly flared up, a small growl ascending growl rise from her throat as she passed anyone. Mind you, with such a meagre population, it was sparese that she did bump into anyone. Every time she did, though, they were always people you wouldn't bring home to your mother. They were the crooks that strived for power using some form of brutality, and showed it off using slaves. Sparrow didn't know how she felt about slaves, but there was something in her that warned her off of becoming one. Fear of the unknown mainly. Standing on the side of a road, she glanced over the city once again - then over her shoulder cautiously, before staring back to her current, grim looking environment. She gave a dainty sniff, trying to locate...Something of use to her. Something to hunt, something to purchase. Fair enough, there were a few shops scattered around, but she felt far too apprehensive to go into them. The girl stooped, suddenly, spidery fingers flexing at the ground, watching particular buildings, to watch for any signs of customers coming in or out them. It'd be just lovely to find an inn, the girl thought with a curious, canine tilt of her head.

Settled on watching a particular building now, with a sign swinging from the outside, Ash sat there; wild, aloof, and alone for the moment. Truly, a wolf in sheep's clothing if there ever was one. As if to seal such an image, she tilted her head back, and gave a rather haunting, ear splitting howl. Being young, there was an almost comedic series of yaps after it, but she howled, and expected a choir back in response.

It never occured to her that such behaviour might get attention. Attention from who, though?
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