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Rune I

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
posts
275
player
07-18-2013, 04:36 PM




Walk | "Talk" | Think

"I wouldn't bother."

A young wolf, a season out of puphood, stood just beside the invisible border that the other had crossed. His black dipped paws were comfortable in their placement though his head was lowered warily, showing the place where the black stripe upon his spine started and spread across the pale grey of his coat. His eyes, a frosty, light blue, met her single green eye without wavering. Why worry when they were both loners, devoid of a pack and ties to illicit offense? In fact, if the stale scent about her golden brown coat was any indication at all, they had been comrades once, both members of the old Tortuga and what they had stood for.

But both were out of house and home. After the disbandment of the once grand pack, Rune had wandered, sticking close to the only home he had known and hoping that his family might have been near. He longed to see his brother and sister again, to have another quiet moment with his mother, for his father to divulge to him another secret knowledge that only he could share. But they were lost to him presently, gone somewhere that he hadn't a clue how to follow. For all he knew, it was as if they had simply vanished off the face of the earth and left him behind. So he had clung to the only other thing that he had grown familiar with, the Mount Volkan, and haunted its borders just as badly as the new "Tortugan" wolves did.

And having spotted another from those old days, recognizing her demeanor as completely opposite of the laughable creatures who lived there now, Rune had been confident that this here was still someone with a like mind. He had been too curious to sit in the shadows, and so he had shown himself, as he was currently doing.

The golden female was larger than himself, older even, sporting a taller frame that was no more muscular than his own but that he had a feeling she was more experienced in using. Angering her seemed a dangerous game to play. "Nothing but snow birds wintering here right now," he explained rather cryptically, inclined to sit down but resisting just on the off chance he may have upset the girl in some way. As if to further clarify his statement, he added lowly, "Tortuga isn't what it was."