Will the Wolf Survive? [Active/Open]
Who: Amonir, Anyone
Where: Entrance Hall
When: Night 003
What: Amonir arrives!
Warnings: Mention of nudity. Clothes don't transform with him when he switches forms.
Amonir sniffed around. Every scent was unfamiliar. There wasn't even any forest scent. Wood, yes, but not forest. There were humans, people, plenty of people, and something else, something completely unfamiliar, but he could not figure out those odder scents. Looking around he realized it was some sort of house that he was in, and he could not figure for the life of him how he had gone from a hunt to a house, when the nearest settlement was hundreds of miles away, past the forest edge. A teleportation spell of some sort? But why him? It would have taken a lot of effort to do such a thing. Why take one of the several of his pack that keeps record of the history and practised bardic magic? There were many others far more sensible to take. Unless...
Before taking any other action, he tested the door, even struck it to no avail. Next he went to the closet, began to undress, packed his clothes into his back pack, stored it on a top shelf, and then transformed from his tall elf form into a wolf. He slipped out of the closet and pulled a rather odd stunt for a wolf in order to pull the door closed.
He threw back his head and howled, cutting it a bit short as he turned his ears back at the echo. He didn't like how the house made things echo so loudly. It was... unnatural. He listened for any sort of response, but there was not even a hint of a voice he recognized. He sniffed around, looking for the scent of any elf, and found none.
If there was no one here that would really notice.... He walked up to the door, lifted his leg, and marked it. If his pack came looking, there would be no mistaking that he was here, whatever reason there was for him to have been spirited here. Now he just had to get more familiar with the place and figure out who had brought him here and why.
Where: Entrance Hall
When: Night 003
What: Amonir arrives!
Warnings: Mention of nudity. Clothes don't transform with him when he switches forms.
Amonir sniffed around. Every scent was unfamiliar. There wasn't even any forest scent. Wood, yes, but not forest. There were humans, people, plenty of people, and something else, something completely unfamiliar, but he could not figure out those odder scents. Looking around he realized it was some sort of house that he was in, and he could not figure for the life of him how he had gone from a hunt to a house, when the nearest settlement was hundreds of miles away, past the forest edge. A teleportation spell of some sort? But why him? It would have taken a lot of effort to do such a thing. Why take one of the several of his pack that keeps record of the history and practised bardic magic? There were many others far more sensible to take. Unless...
Before taking any other action, he tested the door, even struck it to no avail. Next he went to the closet, began to undress, packed his clothes into his back pack, stored it on a top shelf, and then transformed from his tall elf form into a wolf. He slipped out of the closet and pulled a rather odd stunt for a wolf in order to pull the door closed.
He threw back his head and howled, cutting it a bit short as he turned his ears back at the echo. He didn't like how the house made things echo so loudly. It was... unnatural. He listened for any sort of response, but there was not even a hint of a voice he recognized. He sniffed around, looking for the scent of any elf, and found none.
If there was no one here that would really notice.... He walked up to the door, lifted his leg, and marked it. If his pack came looking, there would be no mistaking that he was here, whatever reason there was for him to have been spirited here. Now he just had to get more familiar with the place and figure out who had brought him here and why.