A Traveler No-less...[Draz?]

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Rain pattered lightly against the hood of a strange figure's coat. The sun, high in the afternoon sky, blocked by thick clouds. It was a strange kind of day, beautiful but still so very wet, which made it all the more humid and unbearable for the figure in the coat.

After a few more steps, hands lifted and pulled the hood back to reveal dark blonde hair, damp and glimmering as more rain poured onto her head and ran down her face. The woman sighed, blue eyes lifting to a town not far off. It was small, hopefully the people would be friendly. She'd traveled for some bit, all the way from Wringles.

It was a tough road, avoiding the the woods and staying just off the path. The young woman always kept to the smaller towns, safe from human-hating Lycan, as she was told, and safe from the violent humans in the big cities. Small villages seemed to be the best choice, sometimes she even got a nice family to let her stay so she didn't have to spend what little money she had on a hotel or inn.

She smiled in the rain, rain falling from her pale pink lips, as she neared the town. It seemed peaceful, calm, a place without much conflict. She might have to stay here a while. This was a beautiful village...

[draziar]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/ncmnow.png] Cool rain washed over the land in a gentle caress, dancing down leaves and soaking the long outstretched branches that swayed a just as slow dance with the wind. Just a little off the path that lead into the Thrinter Village a slumbering man rested against the bark of a wide tree. An arm draped over his bare stomach, fingers lightly brushed over his side where a rather fresh wound dug a little deeper than the man had first figured. Rain soaked into his hair, slid down his otherwise peaceful expression, and down further over his torso and sides which kept the blood washed off his skin. Jeans were soaked, clinging to his legs and hips, but it didn't seem to bother the man all that much. He had been traveling for a few days now with no particular place to go; he had just needed a break from the peaceful lands of which his pack resided in and the memories of which it held. Perhaps it was his way of running away from it, the turmoil, all of the raw fury that usually rested deep in the bottom of his heart and ignored for the better part of his days. Much to his aggravation his random roaming brought him into the Unclaimed Lands and much to his luck he had came across a wolf from a pack he had no desire to show any sort of kindness too. A Veronti had shown his fangs to Draziar and the Beta male took the challenge swiftly. The fight had only been a few hours ago as the cocky Veronti had sought to achieve a high place within his own pack if by chance he brought the carcass of the Havren Beta home to his alpha. Unfortunately the only thing that Veronti took home was a broken leg and a severely hurt ego. In fact, he was lucky to have gotten away with just that. Draziar had intended to kill the wolf, had just about done so too if it hadn't been for the fact a few other Veronti's showed up to rescue their idiotic friend. That was where he had gained the wound to his side, fangs had dug deep into his side just enough to toss him away on pure surprise, but that was the only attack made before the two dragged their enraged friend off. Draziar had been content with the fact he had been the one winning and the Veronti pup was the one who had to be rescued. Eventually Draziar had shifted back into his human form, managed to get his pants on, before walking all the way here before a weariness from blood loss caught up which left him in his current spot on the ground beneath a tree as it rained. He had attempted getting to the village just so he could get some proper attention to his side, but his luck had left him the moment the Veronti's left him be so there wasn't much he could do but sleep it off. And so he had for the last few hours of the morning, well into the afternoon. Probably wasn't the safest spot to be sleeping, but Draziar hadn't a concern in the world as he rested off the pain in his side. The rain soothed his very muscles, kept his otherwise hot skin cool and any form of fever from catching hold of him. Though, at the sound of feet moving closer and closer an alertness stirred Draziar from his rest and slowly his eyes opened, exposing warm amber eyes. He didn't particularly move at all, simply brought his gaze up to watch the path with a studying gaze. The rain dampened his sense of smell quite a bit, but by the sound of the foot steps it wasn't a male who would naturally step down heavier than females. Though, Draziar knew better than to think a female was no challenge to him; especially with a wounded side. A female wolf was just as dangerous as a male wolf and no matter the case Draziar was in no shape to be fending himself with an opened wound. Alas, if he had to he would do so without a second thought. He couldn't help, but lift a brow as a woman came into view just as she pulled the hood from her head and looked up at what he guessed to be the Village. It was close he knew that much, but it had still been to far for him at his earlier predicament. Quietly he watched her with trained eyes, studying every little detail there was about her as he usually did with everyone else. Learn all you could from your site, by the sound their body gave, and by the smell of them. All lessons from his father those many years ago were all subconsciously put to work as the Woman trailed closer to him. It amused him that he hadn't been spotted right off the bat even if it wasn't raining. He was well enough from the path that many travelers took, but he was not so far into the forest where he would be unable to keep his senses clear in case the Veronti decided to come back for him. He may not be able to catch her scent over the rain with her being the distance away from him that she was, but he was not naive enough to not take note that any wolf would have been either looking at him, or moving to stay away. A wounded wolf was a deranged unstable wolf who would attack just to make sure they weren't being attacked first. She was a human. A woman human at that traveling alone. Strange as it was to see a human woman traveling alone Draziar really wasn't that surprised. Content that she was, for the most part, showing no signs of aggression he relaxed and let his head fall back to the rough bark of the tree, but his eyes did not move from her. Idly he amused himself with the thought of how long it would take for her to notice him. "Draziar talking" 'DraziarThinking' Note: Aaannd, that's my post. Lol! Don't be intimidated >_> I just got carried away is all <3 WordCount 1043

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As the blonde girl continued to stand in the hair, her hair quickly became soaked, not just moist beneath her hood as before. Though it was no secret, her join for the sun and it's warmth, she could never resist a nice rare, perfectly timed shower. If there was anything she loved more than the sun it was warm rain.

An even wider smile formed on her lips, to the person off to her side, she was completely oblivious. She usually was. A dangerous trait her parents had warned her, she was never too good at catching things before they caught her.

Moments into her reminisce however, she got the strange sensation she was being stared at and this kind of put her on edge. She quickly pulled up her hood without a second glance and began walking, just a little faster than before, towards the village and it's obvious protection.

Not counting her need for travel, safety, or warmth, Bay often used logic to keep her going, like the fact she needed more food for instance, in that little green back pack of hers...

[draziar]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/ncmnow.png] Silently he watched as the woman just seemed to be smiling at whatever it was she was smiling about and for a moment Draziar couldn’t help, but be curious as to what was causing her to be in such a good mood. The warm rain wasn’t letting up, nor did it look to be doing such a thing any time soon. Though soon he caught the shifting in her body language and just as quick as that her hood was whipped back up over her head and she was hurrying on her way; still very much oblivious to him. He couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped him as he closed his eyes as if to keep himself from full out laughing. Humans were such funny things really, with their delayed senses kicking in before they just went on their way in a much swifter pace than before. Luckily a tinge of pain shocking through his side quickly sliced his amusement in half as his fingers dug against the wound in sudden mild irritation. He opened his eyes again as he lifted his arm up and watched as the warm rain washed off the blood that coated his fingers and blotched over his palm. Right, he needed to get that fixed didn’t he? With a shake of his head he leaned forward before slowly pushing himself up to his feet using the tree to help. He huffed as he leaned back against the tree, lifting an arm up to push his hair back from his face and away from his eyes as he pondered on the weariness in his muscles. One would think they had poisoned him with that bite with the way he was acting. A simple bite to his side, albeit deep as it is, shouldn’t be making his legs so shaky. How aggravating. For a moment he lifted his gaze up again, just as the woman got a few feet ahead of him and couldn’t help the amused grin the curved the corners of his mouth. How lucky she was that the creature she was hurrying away from was only Draz. Had it been any other wolf…well he wouldn’t even ponder on it. Shaking it off he looked up at the sky through the canopy of the tree he stood under, humming to himself thoughtfully at the feel of the warm rain sliding over his face. He did enjoy rain, but what he didn’t enjoy was the chafing of which wet jeans caused and he had half the mind to strip right out of his jeans that instant. Alas, before he could a sudden sneeze caught him off guard and he haunched forward from the exertion before groaning in pain. ”Ooooow!” The whine escaped him before he had a chance to prevent it while he once more clutched his hand to his side as if in some way that would stop the abused flesh from aching. He huffed at himself once more standing up straight placing his free hand against the backside of his hip and frowned at his side. He was definitely going to have to remember the scents of those Veronti and repay them back if he ever ran into them again and maybe this time they wouldn’t escape so easily. Shaking his head he turned and slowly trailed along a good few feet behind the woman; eager to get to the village just as much as he was sure she was. Of course if she ever decided to take note of anything behind her he hoped the most would happen would be her turning right back around and racing off and not her trying to smack him around for ‘following’ her. That would be amusing in all sense of the word. "Draziar talking" 'DraziarThinking' Note: Whiny Drazzy is Whiny WordCount 627

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For a human, one thing for sure was good about the girl, and that thing was her hearing. A sharp groan sounded behind her, and with wide eyes she froze on the street, turning her head back slightly to see a man, hand on his side standing not to far behind her. She yelped as she suddenly realized, there was a person behind her.

A small trickle of blood leaked from the man's side, he was injured. Bay's wide eyes of shock and fear turned to concern in an instant. She took a step back, towards the stranger. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly, loud enough certainly that a human could hear through the rain of course. Caught up in the person's pain, she didn't really think too much about what the person was wearing until she subconsciously wondering why she could see his wound.

This man must be crazy, she thought. To wear no shirt in the rain? Even warm rain like this, with an injury like that? In all of her quick thinking, she realized it was actually quite smart, rinse the blood, keep it clean.

Always getting caught up in her own business she was, did she even notice, or care, that this person was following her? So completely naive.

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/ncmnow.png] Draz halted in his walking the moment the woman swung around to look at him only to muse over how her eyes widened first in fear before it turned into a more concerned look. Good, she wasn’t going to attack him in petty attempts to make him stop following her. He really didn’t want to get smacked with that bag of hers either; even if it didn’t look like it was holding much. Her voice easily reached his ears and he paused a moment to stamp it to his memory banks. Slowly he looked down to his side as if he were contemplating her question. He opened his mouth to give a rather sarcastic retort, but he could only bring himself to chuckle and give her a light-hearted grin, ”I’ll be just fine once I get someone in the village to stitch me up.” He shrugged a single shoulder, knowing if he shrugged his left one it would bring unneeded pain to his side. Curiously he watched as she gave him a crazy look for a moment before it vanished as quick as she had given it and again he tossed the thought off before he began walking again. He paused just a few steps away from the girl, finally able to catch her scent and looked her over a little more now that she wasn’t so far away from him. He gave a charming smile as he stepped up beside her and turned his gaze to the village. ”Well, it seems we’re going the same way. Care for an escort?” He turned his gaze back to her with the same charming, inviting grin. "Draziar talking" 'DraziarThinking' Note: short post is to short >C WordCount 274

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