Post by gin/kuro on Jun 23, 2008 10:43:40 GMT -5
Gin sat beneath the grey skies above The Trading Place, shrouded in his human form and slumped under his cloak, he blended in to the background of the city, just another useless tramp, cluttering the streets of the Trading Place, he blended in with the local homeless population that one or two passers by tossed change in his direction before hurrying away from the gaze of his infected eye. The bloodshot mess that was once Gin's left eye throbbed, weeping pus and watery blood down his cheek to his below the collar of his jacket. Gin pulled his cap down over his face and stood up with the accumulated change in his pocket, hoping to grab some food from a stall.
The normal people of the street sidled away from this tall tramp, raising their noses in disgust at the smell before striding on about their buissness. Gin stopped at the stall of a hotdog trader, handing over the change in return for a long sack of unmetionable ingrediants before shuffling back to an alley to eat. He watched the street constantly, on guard for wolf hunters or large dogs as he ate his disgusting meal.
As he sat in the alley Gin sniffed the air and listened to the sounds of the city. He detected the stifling tapestry of sounds and scents, becoming a giant weave of colours in the air. One colour shot through though and that was the scent of blood. Wolf Blood. Gin sat up, downed the last of the horrible sausage and shifted back to a wolf. He ran through the crowds and the alleys and out of the city, heading for the nauseating smell of blood.
[OOC: Gin has moved to the Paradise Pack 4 thread]
The normal people of the street sidled away from this tall tramp, raising their noses in disgust at the smell before striding on about their buissness. Gin stopped at the stall of a hotdog trader, handing over the change in return for a long sack of unmetionable ingrediants before shuffling back to an alley to eat. He watched the street constantly, on guard for wolf hunters or large dogs as he ate his disgusting meal.
As he sat in the alley Gin sniffed the air and listened to the sounds of the city. He detected the stifling tapestry of sounds and scents, becoming a giant weave of colours in the air. One colour shot through though and that was the scent of blood. Wolf Blood. Gin sat up, downed the last of the horrible sausage and shifted back to a wolf. He ran through the crowds and the alleys and out of the city, heading for the nauseating smell of blood.
[OOC: Gin has moved to the Paradise Pack 4 thread]
