Light returns to the world. Night-time gives up its hold on the land as the animals awaken, followed shortly by the human and human-looking denizens of Rhy'Din.
Except for the wolf laying by the gate of the Sanctuary.
Well, he's as close to sleep as he ever gets, anyway. Resting would be more accurate, but anyone passing by looking at him would assume that some wolf from the woods had - for some odd reason - chosen to curl up here, at the gates of the Scathachian Sanctuary...at least, until they saw the thick, beaten silver collar around his neck. Then they might assume he was someone's pet.
He's managed to get some sort of control over himself, again...sitting by the water, followed by another night of prowling the city, seems to have brought back his sense of self-control.
Just...something about that scent. It started with that scent, that he is sure of.
As if it had brought the demon side of him up, made it stronger.
Perhaps what that guy had said was truth. Him and many others that hadn't seen anything, but were forming their own speculations.
Curiously, nearly all of them seem to think that whoever it is, is definitely female. An interesting coincidence? Or rumors spreading?
He doesn't know. The scent the...thing...had left didn't reveal the sex - it was too...dirty. Muddled. There was a scent-trace of human in it, but for the most part, all he could find was evil. Like it was human, but only that barely.
He continues lying there, by the gate, resting.
Except for the wolf laying by the gate of the Sanctuary.
Well, he's as close to sleep as he ever gets, anyway. Resting would be more accurate, but anyone passing by looking at him would assume that some wolf from the woods had - for some odd reason - chosen to curl up here, at the gates of the Scathachian Sanctuary...at least, until they saw the thick, beaten silver collar around his neck. Then they might assume he was someone's pet.
He's managed to get some sort of control over himself, again...sitting by the water, followed by another night of prowling the city, seems to have brought back his sense of self-control.
Just...something about that scent. It started with that scent, that he is sure of.
As if it had brought the demon side of him up, made it stronger.
Perhaps what that guy had said was truth. Him and many others that hadn't seen anything, but were forming their own speculations.
Curiously, nearly all of them seem to think that whoever it is, is definitely female. An interesting coincidence? Or rumors spreading?
He doesn't know. The scent the...thing...had left didn't reveal the sex - it was too...dirty. Muddled. There was a scent-trace of human in it, but for the most part, all he could find was evil. Like it was human, but only that barely.
He continues lying there, by the gate, resting.