Post by ~Nighthunter~ on Jul 15, 2011 17:51:38 GMT -5
The Concrete Sanctuary, one of mankinds best hold ups these days what with all the wolves running free. Its magnificent stone solid walls were a comfort to those that lived within, a comfort that was cherished. Many folked to this fortress, but few stayed long without joining a cause. On one end were the lycan hunters, and on the other end were their worshipers. The city itself was a breeding ground for fighters and warriors, as well as refugees from all over. Brom though reclusive even from his own kind, was no less a fighter, and was greatly involved in the battle for anahilation of the wolves. He had arrived in the city only a night ago, and was already planning on leaving it soon.
Here was a place where contracts were made and teams to fight the wolves were formed. Here was a place where the men like him made a diffrence. He was not highly known, because he chose not to be. He liked seclusion and hungered for it, as a solitary hunter on the best occasions. Having participated in a few minor skirmishes he was here to collect on the reward for endangering his life yet again for the cause. Then tomorrow he would set out again in search of a new challenge, or another fight. Looking around the city, he took in the masses of people there , parading through the streets. He looked slightly out of place eventhough his apparel wasn't that unorthadox. He wore a crimson red hooded leather long coat, black army looking pants, and black combat boots. He carried a dark leather napsack over his left shoulder. His face was worn looking, making him seem older then he really was, and his face was scruffy from lack of shaving. He wade through the people, not really thinking about much, and really not expecting to see anyone he would recognize.
