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Post by Daryl on Jan 26, 2008 15:34:14 GMT -5
Daryl stopped suddenly outside a battered old house. He peered inside. The others hadn't come back yet. "In here." He said, then padded in, and walked into the kitchen. He smiled in delight. The meat was still there. Grabbed the end of a chain of sausage links in his mouth, he walked back in, laying the sausages on the ground. "Tuck in." He called, breaking off a single sausage and began munching on it.
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Post by lupin on Jan 26, 2008 15:36:58 GMT -5
Saya watched as Daryl ate on the sausage. She didn't know if
it was a human's or his but she grabbed one with her mouth and
began eating it. It tasted okay, but not as good as a real kill
tasted. "Thank you," she said looking at the wolf. "So I don't
think I ever got your name?"
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Post by Daryl on Jan 26, 2008 15:41:56 GMT -5
Daryl finished the last bite of the stolen butcher's stock, then chuckled. "No, and I never got yours. I'm Daryl." His amber eyes glowed ever so slightly in the darkness, the wound looked like some ghastly rend that ran through his flesh. Then again, he considered, it was. He peered around. It was unchanged since he had last been here. He wasn't sure where Amata was, she had probably gone off to find Ai and Sorrou. He lay down fully now, and sighed. This was the last place humans ever looked. They combed the streets, but they never checked the abandoned houses. And here were wolves, living there, and taking advantage of their surroundings.
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Post by lupin on Jan 26, 2008 15:46:54 GMT -5
Saya looked at Daryl, he had a pack in this city and they were
able to escape the humans and live under their noses she was
impressed to say the least. The building smelled like wolves, this
must have been where they lived. She felt bad intruding on their
lives. She was a stranger and he had taken her in. "I thank you
for your hospitaliy, but I probbably shouldn't stay.." she paused.
"You have your own pack, and we both live a diffrent lifestyle."
"What will your pack think when I show up?" "I will just be a
dead wieght to you and your pack."
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Post by Daryl on Jan 26, 2008 15:50:37 GMT -5
"No you won't. I turned up in the same way you did, from the forest. In fact, there was no pack. I met one wolf, and then a second and third strayed into our path by chance. We have only been together for a few days. And the way things are in this city, we know better than to turn a wolf away. Besides, we are not really a pack. We have been together to help each other out the last two days, but there is nothing to stop us leaving at any time. I am saddened to say, I myself am considering leaving. I am a loner, I am not suited to travelling in large groups, I work alone, or with one other wolf at most."
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Post by lupin on Jan 26, 2008 16:00:21 GMT -5
"Then if you are going to leave the group then what makes you
say I should stay as well." Saya turned facing the alley, "I havent
been in a pack all my life, I am not suited to this lifestyle."
She turned and looked at Daryl, "I have kept myself from being
captured by humans so far, I think I could keep doing it." She
started walking out to the alley with her head down, she then
turned around to look at him. "I can't sit here when I can be
searching for paradise, you have to keep moving at all times."
She then ran down the alley towards a main street, she quickly
ran across it and into a centre of markets. It was still dark enough
that few people were around. And they were tending to their
stalls instead of paying attention to a stray.
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Post by Daryl on Jan 26, 2008 16:07:17 GMT -5
Daryl lay on the floor, head on paws, thinking. He sighed as he thought of everything that had gone wrong. His father had been murdered by humans, his mother and, he presumed, his brother had starved to death. He had met with a group, and now his mind was telling him to leave them. A singled pearly tear ran down the side of his face. To see such a huge, tough wolf crying was truly a strange sight to see, but of course, no-one saw it. He shook his head, getting rid of the tear, and walked out of the door, back into the smoke-choked city. Saya was right, they should keep moving to get to Paradise. But, now he thought about it, with all the horrors of the city and everything that had happened to him, he doubted that Paradise actually existed.
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