all my friends are heathens
08-08-2016, 05:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-08-2016, 05:41 PM by Lykos I.)
Ugh. This land was... not appealing. He didn't like it, not at all. What had possessed his mother to choose this land? He may never know. Either way, the boy stepped carefully, eyes sweeping the ground, the walls, the ceiling. It didn't feel right in here. What created it? Nothing he could think of could go through stone. No wolves, for certain, and what the hell else could even remotely cause it? He didn't know. It bothered him. Either way, he ought to know the land, and that was why he was here. There were all sorts of things it could be useful for, he begrudgingly admitted. Like storing things, or pups (safe from the elements, maybe?), escape routes, and other various things that mostly involved that.
This silent grumble and musing was halted as the sound of another wolf echoed near him, and his head snapped towards the sound of paws. He didn't recognize the scent, though there was Ivalice on it; still, the fur on his hackles raised. "Who's there?" he barked, his voice ringing with authority and demand; he would not take silence for an answer.
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