Completed [Bronze Woods] Unexpected Meeting [Clyde]

[Hisoka]

Evening - 76th of Fall 512 AV Hisoka took a quick glance around the surrounding bushes, before stripping out of her clothes, hiding them where she would be able to find them later, and changed into a wolf. She shook her fur, enjoying all the sensations that came with this form, for it was more natural to her than that of her human appearance. Lifting her muzzle into a breeze, she allowed scents to enter nose, taking inventory. There was the smell of the trees, the birds in their branches, and a few rodents. Trotting into the forest, she began to run, dodging trees, leaping over logs, and sprinting over roots. The wind roared, and she yipped at the fun of it, letting her release the energy that she had had to control in the city. The night was filled with many things, and she flowed in the moonlight, her black pelt melting into the darkness around her. She slowed as she drew near to a small pool of water, pausing for a drink. Suddenly, a furry white form exploded from under a few bushes to her right. She immediately she gave chase, her muscles pumping, she gained speed. Almost too soon, she came upon it, just as she entered a clearing. Pouncing on it, she held it between her paws, panting, noting she had caught a rabbit, it's heart thudding it's pulse into a frenzy. There was a soft noise, and in the blink of an eye, she had let the rabbit go, preparing for anything, her ears perked towards the sound, an almost inaudible growl emanating from her throat.

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde had chosen his dog Rye to be his guard dog, for one important fact of its breed. Something certainly no other dog could boast. It was an odd ability, yet Clyde found it oddly suited him. Especially since his eyesight and hearing were not the best. His dog was able to make up for it, hearing and seeing things he could not, and alerting him to dangers. Considering he was often moving about, and was of a high enough skill to call down enemies upon him who wished him ill, he was better of being prepared... Vigilance, preperation, and a touch of paranoia, were the only things to see him through this long still alive. And he did not plan to change that record any time soon. As he walked along that evening, he was having to squint to try and see. Already it was getting dim. But his dog had no such issue. It knew more or less were they were going, as Clyde had been to the Ravok camp enough times, for it to be able to lead him to an extent. He had left Syliras today a bit later than he meant to, so he needed to get back now before it got to be to dark, or night fell... Then he might be pushed to do something he would rather not. From an outside observer, he seemed harmless, a utter waste, and easy prey, since he held no real weapon, only his wooden staff. And a single dog by his side... Though it might give a few people hesistancy, why he walked about by himself as he did, without fear... Though usually they would think of that, they would push it away, and then dive in and attack Clyde... And soon enough end up as another dead fool... Clyde knew how to defend himself, even if he did not look it. But his real secret, and tool, was his guard dog Rye. He was a Bozderon Shadow Dog, a very special breed of canine. For one, its short black fur, made it blend seamlessly into the shadows... Clyde at times had trouble finding him, even as close as he was. He might have even lost it, if not for the movement of its body, and it occasionaly stopping and turning back to look at its master, with its deep red eyes. But really, Clyde had always thought there was something about the dog which made it perfect for blending into the shadows and the night... It seemed better suited even than other dark animals, or creatures used to camouflaging themselves. Bozderon Shadow dogs were bred with one thing in mind, being active in the dark and night... That was were their second ability came in. Their red eyes were not for show. They had infravision, a interesting eyesight, allowing them to see on the infrared, and see heat signatures. He could pick out hot objects, see were the animals were, even in the pitch-est black of night. Which meant he could warn Clyde of threats, when any other dog would be blind and relying on sense of hearing. Of course, it was not quite that dark yet, but Clyde's eyesight did not help him really... So he would just need to do the best he could, as he looked around. He was a bit startled, as Rye froze, staring at something, which suddenly burst out of the brush. But as Clyde jumped and readied his staff, and brought it down to stave in the skull of whatever it was... It turned out to be a rabbit, bouncing and jumping away. Clyde let out a sigh of relief, as he brought his staff back up. He would blame his miss on the size of the rabbit, but likely it had more to do with its speed, and the fact that Clyde was not the most skilled fighter with a staff. He was just about to begin walking again, when he noticed that Rye was still staring at something, sending a signal he had seen something, emitting a low growl as he glared at it... Though Clyde could not see anything... "Is someone there? Show yourself."

[Hisoka]

Hisoka stared at the dog with glowing red eyes, her own eyes gold, judging the other canine's next move. At the sound of the man's voice, Hisoka lowered her guard, but only slightly. She gave a hesitant bark, seeing if the dark hound would attack. When it didn't, she began to slowly walk towards them, ears alert to warn her of any threat. As she approached, she noticed that the dog was not like any of the dogs she had seen... and looking at the man, she saw that he held a staff, and that, despite his appearance, her instincts told her that he was dangerous. At that moment, she stopped, not willing to move any closer, for he seemed to be an unpredictable existence.

[Clyde Sullins]

Rye of course was a well trained guard dog, not a half mad attack dog, running off to bite things. He warned his master of the threat, and would react if it came at him, but knew to stay at his side. He had been trained to do so instinctively, even if he did not fathom why. Perhaps the trainer had been thinking to run off and attack something, would prove to leave its master vulnerable? So he stayed, growling at the wolf, but not going near it... Keeping it between itself and its master... A low growl emitting from its mouth, as it glared at the wolf, hardly moving, but tensed ready to leap in and attack... As the animal barked at Clyde and his dog, he tensed for a moment, but then simply looked over at it... It took him a moment, but after a bit, he had picked out the animal from the surrounding murkiness, finding it... Was it another dog? Or a wolf? He could not quite tell. Some of the breeds looked quite like wolves... And he was not master in the lore of dogs, let alone in this lighting... Though he did wonder for a moment what a dog was doing out here alone, and by itself... Did it not have a master? Or had it run off and left it? Or perhaps even its master had been killed, and it left homeless, and had become rabid? Or perhaps it was simply a wild pack dog, one of many, running along and hunting in groupings. He could not be for sure, and really he had not yet even gotten a good look at the thing. So how the petch could he know? Slowly Clyde saw movement, and saw that the animal was slowly approaching, coming in closer to him, warily coming closer, but being cautious, as most animals would be when meeting a new human in such a situation. "Down boy..." Clyde said quietly to Rye, who then stopped his growling, and sat up. He was still glaring at the wolf, and keeping itself between it and its master, but was no longer growling, and was sitting up perked, instead of low down like it was about to race in. But it would still attack if it sensed danger or an attack from the wolf. Clyde simply let out a sigh, and squinted a bit, trying to discern the thing, and tell what it was... He was tempted to make a fireball, just so he could see better... But that was probably not a good idea, he reminded the part of his brain trying to convince him to do magic, sometimes even for the most trivial of things. It was likely such an action would scare the dog off, or that someone would see the flame, and he had no excuse to explain it away... No fire to say had been the cause of the spark... And really, around Syliras one had to be wary of animals... Really anywhere... he was always cautious in case the animal turned out to be a kelvic spy... It had not happened yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time, so he always acted around animals in the case that they might be. Perhaps it was another sign of paranoia, but he believed that sense of healthy paranoia had kept him alive this long... "Come here... Doggy? Uh... Wolf? Ah petch whatever you are..." He turned and had decided upon it finally, he was going to start a fire. He set off into the surrounding woods, grabbing up sticks and branches, and a few small logs, and beginning to make a big pile out of them. "Here boy, we can make a big fire, so I can see you better..." He kept at it until he had a decent stack, or until the animal did something to distract him or pull away his attention. If it did not, he would soon have what he needed, to build a decent fire.

[Hisoka]

Hisoka tilted her head to the side, looking at the strange man and dog, curious to see what he was doing. Seeing him go search for wood, she assumed that he was building a fire. She watched the other canine out of the corner of her eye, but he seemed to have calmed down, she had no doubts that he would attack if she seemed a threat. Deciding that it was better to stay in her spot, she stretched out, laying in a position that allowed her to escape, if the need arose. As she watched the man's progress, she took a quick inventory of him. He was a tall, thin man, with large ears, and a long, narrow nose. His hair stuck out in many directions, and had hints of stubble. His eyes were very near to the shade of her own, in her human appearance, a startling sky blue. His face held scars that seemed to have been caused by fire. Observing him for a few minutes, she decided that this was a man of talk, rather than rashness. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the sky, the moon having not yet reaching it's peak, checking the position of the moon, for she would need to return before her companion awoke, at dawn

[Clyde Sullins]

As Clyde finished up with the preperations for the fire, he readjusted them. He started off with one stack for the bigger bits of wood, or smaller logs... Another for the little bits of wood, more like kindling... And a few handfuls of leaves... He took out his flint and steel, and scratched a few times, having a bit of an issue... He was certainly no woodsmen, and honestly when he was alone or in familiar company, he would just use reimancy to get it going... But his paranoia was kicking into gear again, and he could not quite trust this animal... It could be a kelvic, or some trained beast of the knights... Either way, it being a spy could not be dismissed... So better he get a bit better at basic survival skills for the wild, and get it going the mundane way. Scratch... Scratch... Scratch again... The petching thing was just not working! He was about to throw down both of them, and just do this the normal reimantic way, when the sparks finally flew right, and caught the leaves ablaze. He quikcly crouched down, adding more leaves, and a few sticks. Using his body to block the flames from being blown out by a stray wind... Getting in even closer, and bringing his face down, he dropped some more twigs in, and blew a deep breath into it... It flared up for a moment, sparks flying, but then the twigs caught... He kept on adding more this way, occasionally assisting it with a blow of air, till finally he was able to lay around it tent style several bigger chunks of wood, and they caught. He sat up once they were done, and looked back over at the animal. Maybe a wild one? No, it was far to tame for that, a wild mutt would have run off, or attacked. He added a small log carefully, making sure its weight did not make the other bits of wood tented collapse, and then sat down, checking on his staff to make sure it was safe from the flames. With a nice little blaze going, Clyde took a closer look at the animal... "So little thing, what are you doing out here alone? Do you have a master?" Squinting once more, he glared at it, wondering if he should use his auristics to try and pick up on something... But he was not sure if the aura of an animal, would be any different to that of a kelvic's...

[Hisoka]

Hisoka stood and shook herself, since some stray bits of soot had blown in her direction, and clung to her fur as Clyde built up the fire. She approached him, slowly, stopping just by the circle of light surrounding the flames. She tilted her head, regarding him with her golden eyes. In the next moment, for it occurred in the blink of an eye, and a bit of glowing light, a girl sat in the place were the wolf had been. She looked at Clyde with her clear, blue eyes, then turned towards the black dog who had been guarding him. She gave small, toothy, canine's grin. "I.. have no Master," she answered, "but I have...", she thought for a moment, trying to find the word Crypt had told her. ".... friends...? Yes, I have friends." Her voice sounded a bit hoarse from the change, but had a slightly musical quality, similar to how her natural cousins called to one another in their haunting tones. She shifted closer to the fire, for it was far past the season of summer, and the night was cool on her skin. Unlike humans, she did not feel shame for her lack of clothing, for she was more animal rather than human, and she disliked the constrains of cloth.

[Accolade]

Hisoka

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Hunting	+ 1 XP
Running	+ 1 XP
Observation	+ 1 XP

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	Following the scent
•	A man and his dog

Clyde Sullins

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+ 1 XP
Wilderness Survival	+ 1 XP
Land navigation	+ 1 XP

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	Finding a lone dog..or wolf
•	Fear of a spy in the forest

Notes :

I think I got it all for you both.

The Sylir has spoken

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