Charisma Checks Are My Favored Terrain
10-10-2018, 10:13 AM
Sorenn did best in company. Life since escaping his previous engagement had displayed for him time and again, often in vibrant color, the struggles a lone wolf faces. What with scrabbling and clawing just to feed himself, he never had any time at all to stir up any fun. So, having been traveling the north for several days through the marble wash, he was delighted to find a pack nearby. He had been raised in a cold, boreal place, and knew that somewhere hot or lush would never really feel like home for him anyways. With only slightly more thought put into it than acting on a whim, Sorenn went to seek them out.
No pressure or anything, he thought to himself. Somehow the voice in his head always seemed so unamused by the world around him, nevermind that Sorenn himself found great humor in almost everything he did. The two sides warred together, and the end result was usually something sarcastic. Here's to hoping these wolves are a fan of sarcasm, I suppose? A great wrought-metal monster loomed up ahead, frozen into the solid earth and ice below. He looked on in keen interest, squinting through the distance.
Coming upon the border at last, Sorenn was careful to keep himself several paces behind the markers. First impressions, and all that. He would need to suss out the alpha quickly to figure out what behavior would get him through the door. As long as this wasn't some sort of pansy, goodie-goodie lot Sorenn figured he could get on with them well enough. Then again, he doubted soft sorts would choose to live on a frozen metal death trap at the edge of the world anyways. The odds seemed in his favor. All that as left was to tip his head back and wait.
No pressure or anything, he thought to himself. Somehow the voice in his head always seemed so unamused by the world around him, nevermind that Sorenn himself found great humor in almost everything he did. The two sides warred together, and the end result was usually something sarcastic. Here's to hoping these wolves are a fan of sarcasm, I suppose? A great wrought-metal monster loomed up ahead, frozen into the solid earth and ice below. He looked on in keen interest, squinting through the distance.
Coming upon the border at last, Sorenn was careful to keep himself several paces behind the markers. First impressions, and all that. He would need to suss out the alpha quickly to figure out what behavior would get him through the door. As long as this wasn't some sort of pansy, goodie-goodie lot Sorenn figured he could get on with them well enough. Then again, he doubted soft sorts would choose to live on a frozen metal death trap at the edge of the world anyways. The odds seemed in his favor. All that as left was to tip his head back and wait.
