Loup Garou
03-11-08, 12:57 AM
Closed to Tsukiko
The soles of his feet were beginning to ache as the lycan first sighted the town of Forelin. A strange town, nestled under the famed tower of Carthagg. The tower had a dark history in its own right, but that was for the most part, history. Galen's sword belt was beginning to wear on his hips wrong as he finally entered the dusty streets.
Life seemed pretty nice a quiet around these parts, farmers in their fields, wives at the market, drunks in the tavern. The sound of birds floated on high from their nests in the ancient tower that cast a soft shadow over half of the town even now in the mid day sun.
What a curious place...wonder how the girls are aroun....
His thought was cut short when he had to nod his head to a group of young girls passed, each of them noticing him as a newcomer. A smile fell upon his lips as he realized they were giggling and smiling at him. Which was all good, maybe he would catch up with them that evening at the tavern. At least that was his hope.
Light broke into the dim room of the only tavern in town as the duelist entered with only a short pause for his eyes to adjust. The majority of the people in the room made at least a glance his direction before returning to their conversations or mugs. His target was a nice quiet table that seemed out of the way from everything.
Finally he was able to give his feet a rest as he placed his sword on the table, giving him the relief of adjusting his belt to a more comfortable position. With but a quick word to the rather unattractive day barmaid, a cup of coffee was brought shortly.
“So what brings ya round these here parts?” her crackly voice asked.
“Mostly just passing through, seeing the sights,” He replied with as much of a generous smile that he could muster.
“Feh! No one seems to just be “passin through” and what sights?” she said with a grunt as she walked off.
Truth be told, blood had been shed only three towns back, the now healed wound that had covered his right peck had set him off. He worried about just how many people he had hurt that time, but then again, it wasn't anything new for him to have done such. Wasn't something that was honestly going to change any time soon either.
The soles of his feet were beginning to ache as the lycan first sighted the town of Forelin. A strange town, nestled under the famed tower of Carthagg. The tower had a dark history in its own right, but that was for the most part, history. Galen's sword belt was beginning to wear on his hips wrong as he finally entered the dusty streets.
Life seemed pretty nice a quiet around these parts, farmers in their fields, wives at the market, drunks in the tavern. The sound of birds floated on high from their nests in the ancient tower that cast a soft shadow over half of the town even now in the mid day sun.
What a curious place...wonder how the girls are aroun....
His thought was cut short when he had to nod his head to a group of young girls passed, each of them noticing him as a newcomer. A smile fell upon his lips as he realized they were giggling and smiling at him. Which was all good, maybe he would catch up with them that evening at the tavern. At least that was his hope.
Light broke into the dim room of the only tavern in town as the duelist entered with only a short pause for his eyes to adjust. The majority of the people in the room made at least a glance his direction before returning to their conversations or mugs. His target was a nice quiet table that seemed out of the way from everything.
Finally he was able to give his feet a rest as he placed his sword on the table, giving him the relief of adjusting his belt to a more comfortable position. With but a quick word to the rather unattractive day barmaid, a cup of coffee was brought shortly.
“So what brings ya round these here parts?” her crackly voice asked.
“Mostly just passing through, seeing the sights,” He replied with as much of a generous smile that he could muster.
“Feh! No one seems to just be “passin through” and what sights?” she said with a grunt as she walked off.
Truth be told, blood had been shed only three towns back, the now healed wound that had covered his right peck had set him off. He worried about just how many people he had hurt that time, but then again, it wasn't anything new for him to have done such. Wasn't something that was honestly going to change any time soon either.