To the Ends of the Earth and back again [ Finished ]
Character: Tsume + whomever wants to join
Content: The renegade wolf doesn't seem surprised about the quality of his paradise.
Setting: Vanaheim gate -> The Glass Bonsai
Time: Mid to late week 25, dusk
Warnings: PG :: Language, light gore.
The red moon was rising, and the air was heavy with the smell of blood and sweet flowers. His paws were heavy as snow kicked up in high clouds behind him. The wind tore at his maw, ice cutting into the thick pads on his paws as the mountain drew ever closer with each footfall.
He could hear the skirmishes, yelps, snarls and sickening breaks on occasion, but he wasn't deterred. He was fearless, he had a purpose. His legs were sure as he started the ascent, bounding from one rock to the next to try and get that much closer to that cursed half-breed Noble. Cheza needed him, Kiba, Blue, Hige..Not even Kiba or Tsume, himself, could last long one-on-one against Darcia. But then the ground gave way under his legs. It couldn't support his weight, and he leaped for another ledge with a frustrated snarl tearing from his throat, trying to hold on, but to little effect. He fell to a large ledge below, his head smacking the ground. He bounced once, flopped, and lied there for a bit in darkness, unaware of the world around him.
When he came to, lo and behold, he was lying in grass and had one hell of a headache. He lied there for a moment, golden eyes watching people file by and head towards some gates, trying to adjust to the light. Nothing kept him down for long, though. He sat up with a grunt. To the world around him, to the people unaware, he was human the whole time, dark-skinned and gray-haired. As one knee raised to support a wrist, his other hand pulled out a pair of sunglasses to put on. For a few more moments, he sat there, eyes flittering around behind the shades as he processed the various foreign scents. Nothing even vaguely familiar yet.
"T'ch." He heaved up, fingers slipping into leather pockets, and looked ahead to the front of the line before skipping forwards and stepping up to the front of the organized and maintained line to slip in. Of course he died. That's how it went. Tsume didn't get to redeem himself. Yeah, fuck you, too, world. The only smell he knew was that of the water and flora around him. Water was almost overwhelming, and he could, in the distance, see a vast body of it, rippling. Well. Might as well head inside, and see what kind of hell waited for him. Seemed like that was the only option open to him.
So he did, after brushing off someone urging him to get this useless journal when he passed the guarded entrance. He was fine without one, so he just ignored him and moved on past him with a passing glance. Since when did wolves ever need that crap?
"Of course, I should've known better.." He grunted after murmuring under his breath. Everything smelled fake as hell, there was graffiti everywhere, and the people looked absolutely ridiculous. He hated it already. But it was what he deserved, right?
He'd just wander the streets for now, getting a lay of the land. Right now, he was hanging around the outskirts of a pawn shop, The Glass Bonsai. Maybe there was some trouble to get into here..it reeked of people, something was bound to happen or come up, right?
Content: The renegade wolf doesn't seem surprised about the quality of his paradise.
Setting: Vanaheim gate -> The Glass Bonsai
Time: Mid to late week 25, dusk
Warnings: PG :: Language, light gore.
The red moon was rising, and the air was heavy with the smell of blood and sweet flowers. His paws were heavy as snow kicked up in high clouds behind him. The wind tore at his maw, ice cutting into the thick pads on his paws as the mountain drew ever closer with each footfall.
He could hear the skirmishes, yelps, snarls and sickening breaks on occasion, but he wasn't deterred. He was fearless, he had a purpose. His legs were sure as he started the ascent, bounding from one rock to the next to try and get that much closer to that cursed half-breed Noble. Cheza needed him, Kiba, Blue, Hige..Not even Kiba or Tsume, himself, could last long one-on-one against Darcia. But then the ground gave way under his legs. It couldn't support his weight, and he leaped for another ledge with a frustrated snarl tearing from his throat, trying to hold on, but to little effect. He fell to a large ledge below, his head smacking the ground. He bounced once, flopped, and lied there for a bit in darkness, unaware of the world around him.
When he came to, lo and behold, he was lying in grass and had one hell of a headache. He lied there for a moment, golden eyes watching people file by and head towards some gates, trying to adjust to the light. Nothing kept him down for long, though. He sat up with a grunt. To the world around him, to the people unaware, he was human the whole time, dark-skinned and gray-haired. As one knee raised to support a wrist, his other hand pulled out a pair of sunglasses to put on. For a few more moments, he sat there, eyes flittering around behind the shades as he processed the various foreign scents. Nothing even vaguely familiar yet.
"T'ch." He heaved up, fingers slipping into leather pockets, and looked ahead to the front of the line before skipping forwards and stepping up to the front of the organized and maintained line to slip in. Of course he died. That's how it went. Tsume didn't get to redeem himself. Yeah, fuck you, too, world. The only smell he knew was that of the water and flora around him. Water was almost overwhelming, and he could, in the distance, see a vast body of it, rippling. Well. Might as well head inside, and see what kind of hell waited for him. Seemed like that was the only option open to him.
So he did, after brushing off someone urging him to get this useless journal when he passed the guarded entrance. He was fine without one, so he just ignored him and moved on past him with a passing glance. Since when did wolves ever need that crap?
"Of course, I should've known better.." He grunted after murmuring under his breath. Everything smelled fake as hell, there was graffiti everywhere, and the people looked absolutely ridiculous. He hated it already. But it was what he deserved, right?
He'd just wander the streets for now, getting a lay of the land. Right now, he was hanging around the outskirts of a pawn shop, The Glass Bonsai. Maybe there was some trouble to get into here..it reeked of people, something was bound to happen or come up, right?