[Bronze Woods] The beginning...(Open)

[Ghostly]

36th day of Spring


The pale spectre moved quietly and effortlessly through the underbrush, although his form was much too large to effectively dodge every hinderance. His ears were lowered against his skull, and his swirling gaze was kept unwavering ahead, shoulderblades rolling smoothly underneath the mess of white fur. His nostrils continually flared, bringing in a near perfect olfactory map of the forest he had begun to memorize.

With a quiet 'whoosh' and a hard left, Ghost was underneath the earth in a shelter he had built himself. The den was mostly dirt, with a few strategically boulders and root systems to hold it precariously steady. He contemplated shifting in order to use his hands to patch up some areas that looked on the edge of collapse. He didnt for a couple reasons, it was cold, and human skin didnt shield nearly as good as his thick pelt, even with the measly clothing he had. The second, more important reason, was tonight was his last in this shithole. Smells he hadnt even come close to organizing in his head, let alone ever smelled had been pushed his way for far too long for him to not investigate. His limited experience and only two years existing would never prepare him enough for the culture shock bomb that was waiting to explode in his face the second his foot was to step inside the city. Not that he wouldve avoided it if he knew it was coming.

The monsterous wolf plopped down on buttery haunches and stared ahead with a blank expression, boredom eating him alive.

....Something pulled at him harder and harder everyday.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

Sam was wandering the woods again. He wasn't all that great at city life, but he was able to do better if he took regular trips out into the wild. Going trapping with Jaeden helped, but sometimes he liked just wandering. Just Horse and him. He told himself he was looking for new areas to hunt, but it didn't really matter. There was nobody to explain things to. He and Horse were both fed regularly, so all was well.

It was Horse that smelled trouble, the Windrunner's nostrils flaring as he snorted and stopped short. Alert to his mount's reactions, Sam immediately went on the defensive, scimitar half pulled out, eyes everywhere.

[Ghostly]

Thanks for the reply, Samael!

It was an outside noise that yanked him out of lala land. It had been long enough not hearing such a creature that he was even unsure what kind of noise it was. It registered with him finally, a bit too long for the usually quick thinking young man, a horse? Generally meant a rider. Finally, finallllllllly.

Blinking his odd, two toned eyes, he pushed himself to his full height, his back dragging along the primitive ceiling. He shoved his mighty skull through the den's opening, a few dirt clods rolled down his face. A sniff revealed to him to exact position of his visitor, and with a quick movement, he snapped his head in that direction and used his foreleg to move aside some of the stray roots that were slightly blocking his vision.

With a fearless, unwavering gaze, the pale wolf gave the horse a curious stare. His left eye put a creepy edge to the look that was mostly just out of curiousity, but it might have been interpreted as more of a 'eat your soul' kind of look. He was too low in the earth to really see the rider, but it wasnt really the rider that concerned him. He was losing touch with his human side, and had been for quite some time.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

Again, it was Horse's superior senses that caught on before Sam's. Horse wheeled and snorted in the wolf's direction, half rearing as if to show the wolf how wicked his hooves could be. Still, he was more staunch-hearted than some horses, or at least better trained. He didn't bolt or lose control.

Sam withdrew his scimitar in case the wolf was hungry enough to attack them, and part of him wouldn't mind too much. From what he could see of the wolf obscured by the brush, it was still a winter white pelt. He was sure Jaeden would help him with it, and then he could sell it for some serious mizas.

He wondered too if wolf was good eating, because he hated to waste anything, especially if he had to take its life.

"Go on," he warned.

[Ghostly]

ooc: Sorry! Busy weekend!

ic: Ghost's mismatched eyes followed the path of the dangerous hooves through the air, but with little fear. He felt confident enough that even if he wanted to attack the pair he could avoid the horses feet.

Then the glint off the weapon caught his eye and he went into defensive mode and knew inside his shelter he would be literally backed up against a wall.

The giant animal shot out and behind the horse and rider, not sure where he would stop yet. Light on his feet and all senses zero-ed in.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

[No worries! A couple people have dropped off the face of the planet so I was just giving you a friendly poke-poke reminder!]

"Shyke!

Horse wheeled around in response to the pressure of Sam's knees. After spending two years together, not a day going by where Sam wasn't riding him, they moved like one body. Their instincts were aligned, and they were more like a centaur than two separate creatures when the circumstances required united action.

Jaeden had told him to protect himself from the wolves thereabouts, but not to attack them outright. He had been cryptic about his reasoning, but Sam didn't really need to be told twice. He didn't want to kill the wolf, even though its pelt was beautiful.

"Go on," he begged. "I don't want to hurt you. Just go away."

[Leviathan]

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