Wolf RPG

The man, or what could've been called a man at one time perhaps, moved with a skittering gait and reaching steps, climbing the hillside where the shadows touched the grass, and seeking the shelter of tree boughs in passing.

His tail was tucked neatly against his belly, and his ears - while tall and fanning - twitched up at every sound, or plastered back and down as if he were truly a rabbit in disguise, and running for his freedom. That was the truth of it! His eye was wide, and he saw much; but there came a descension of the earth quite suddenly, and his steps caught air!

Then he was falling, tumbling, hitting first a sapling growing from the edge of the cliff with one shoulder, which spun him! And down he went, a pile of limp meat with stick-legs curled like a swatted spider, until he came to a rest on another plateau. Up came his head, and hastily did he blink, then sit there with one eye open as a periscope might, to see through the settling dust.

Lady Tamar had asked him to better integrate himself. So he had begun to patrol the borders again. He stayed away from the children mostly, because they seemed scared of him and he wasn't quite sure how to fix that yet. How could he teach if the kids that he needed to teach hated him for lies. That was a question that had no answer.

A loud noise had him on edge and he skirted the edges of the pack lands and headed towards it. Upon arrive he found another ass over head, but he had managed to land well. Reyson studied him and though he wanted to growl at him for being so close, it seemed it had been an accident. So instead he spoke quietly.

Are you alright?

Rising from beyond, where the dust became green and resplendent with life, there was a hulking mass. It was larger than Samir at least four-fold, perhaps greater! A giant, and it only grew as it took notice of him! He saw, and he shrank; there were heavy lines worked across that body and that face, that ghoulish face, was impossible to look at.

At once the mongrel's chin hit the dirt again. This time it was not by accident, but with the forceful clip of someone accustomed to grovelling. The smack of his jaw against the dirt would've made him wince if he was not so used to it!

I fell, I fell! I'm sorry, he spouted. Samir had experienced far worse before, and this was a mere tumble, but he played it up all the same. It was rare not to be set-upon by teeth! Rarer still that he should find himself a haven when he so desperately needed one - and he would not let this chance pass him up.

Raiyiys, what must a man do for a bite to eat? For a drop of water? The wolf splayed down low and spread out his legs as if he could not use them, and lay prone on his belly, in a pose often referred to as a sploot (or a starfish).

There was a look in the wolf's eye before he looked away, and Reyson sucked in a breath. His chest hurt for a moment. Was he really that hideous? Antigone had told him so. And the children were afraid of his image. Was it entirely possible that he should't try and have children. What if he scared the life from them. How could Meadow look at him daily and not want to scream. He forced the intrusive thoughts down.  There had never been an issue with his scars before. He had always worn them as a badge of honor. Perhaps he had been wrong.

Reyson winced for the male as he nailed his chin to the ground. The rattle of his teeth and bones a little disconcerting. It was odd and bothered him a little. What had done this to this male. Why was he groveling, and he was. There was a difference between groveling and submission.

He backed up a step and spoke hurriedly, before the other caused himself to have a heart attack. You're fine. These things happen. I saw it.

First let's escort you out of the pack lands or at least past the border. Then we can see about getting you something to eat and drink. Hmm?

The man accepted his pleading! It was working - until it wasn't. He mentioned something about going outside, beyond the borders where Samir now found himself sprawled; he did not want that, he wanted to stay here where the food was, and the rich smells of other wolves - and therefore protection - reigned.
Of course! Raiyiys, I would follow anywhere - but nnnh, not out! No no no, He went from groveling to up, on his feet, and with the downturned posture of something trying hard to stay meek and small.
There is danger outside! I -- I ran as hard as I could, and they might be there. He might be there, Samir did not need to play this up in any theatrical way; his fear was real, his experiences solidifiying what he thought of his pursuer; what may or may not be the truth was how close the perpetrator was to the vale.
Please, I won't move an inch - if that is the worry! If I stay here, if I hide, could you -- he looked up the ridge where he had fallen as if he'd heard something, or was ready to be spooked deer-like from the plateau; —could you bring me something here?
Already his mouth was full of saliva, and he swallowed it quickly.

Reyson saw no reason to allow the man in the borders. Unless he was hurt. But he seemed okay, but perhaps he wasn't. The man seemed to get worked up about leaving and the fact that someone had been chasing him, concerned him.

Reyson studied him. I will call for my leader and our healer to check you ovver after your fall. I cannot give you a right to stay in the borders. I can only request a meeting with the Arche.

Reyson lifted his head and howled for both @Arsenio and @Meadow. Letting them know as much as he could in a howl and then he waited. Quietly, watching the man with a searching gaze.

Arsenio was not far from Reyson’s call. His patrol was adjusted to direct his path toward the soldier’s summons. The ground passed swiftly beneath him – a redstone blur. Epoch looked as though it was beginning to peak through the covering of winter. Spring was upon them, and it would not be long before summer warmth would fill the vale.

Drawing up on the two wolves, Arsenio lifted his head and settled his glacial stare on the stranger.

Greetings, the Arche offered with a toothy smile. I am Arsenio. Who is this, Reyson? A shift of his eyes took the soldier in his stare.

Reyson turned his gaze towards the Arche, and then averted his eyes. And Shifted a bit. He didn't give me name. He fell into the vale. Says he was being chased. So I called for you and Meadow.

What he didn't say was he wanted a witness in a way, and he hadn't been sure what to do. The man needed escorted away, but also he maybe hurt and Reyson wouldn't be the reason behind someone continuing to be hurt because he refused to listen.