Packed Roads {Oct. RE}
Nov 7, 2012 9:03:59 GMT -8
Post by Tyro on Nov 7, 2012 9:03:59 GMT -8
A savage pride was immediately felt, there was no doubt about that, as the wolfs body was decimated and flung away. Heavy breathing pushed past the Samurai's mask and unseen eyes were widely open watching the blood and silence of the wolf to be sure this time that it would not stir. He looked to his injured shoulder next. The blood bubbled, a darkened stream that was not flowing out of him so much as a slow and steady drip. It took a moment, though what felt like hours, to again compose himself as a Samurai should. Reminding himself of his order, and nobility, where such savagery was taboo to each warrior.
He remembered the objective next. The smith was dead, and the possible allies of the wolfman were roaming about. Immediately after this spark of thought in his mind he began to work at uncovering anything in the camp once more, looking for useful items, if any. It was only at the end of this search that he noticed the truly disturbing amount of warm saliva in his mouth, which he was letting drool down his face and chin. He removed the helmet, for only a second to spit, a nagging emotion telling him something was wrong, before replacing he being of armor.
It did not seem as though the camp may have had any leads to the wolf's comrades. It was then that he smelled intrusively a smell of wolf. He looked to the dead body once more, and was somehow able to determine by the direction of the smell that the wolf's dead and decaying body was not the wolf he was smelling. This was different. Somewhere else.
Though completely unexpected of the encounter, Akio began to follow his nose.
He remembered the objective next. The smith was dead, and the possible allies of the wolfman were roaming about. Immediately after this spark of thought in his mind he began to work at uncovering anything in the camp once more, looking for useful items, if any. It was only at the end of this search that he noticed the truly disturbing amount of warm saliva in his mouth, which he was letting drool down his face and chin. He removed the helmet, for only a second to spit, a nagging emotion telling him something was wrong, before replacing he being of armor.
It did not seem as though the camp may have had any leads to the wolf's comrades. It was then that he smelled intrusively a smell of wolf. He looked to the dead body once more, and was somehow able to determine by the direction of the smell that the wolf's dead and decaying body was not the wolf he was smelling. This was different. Somewhere else.
Though completely unexpected of the encounter, Akio began to follow his nose.
