Post by chakor on Sept 24, 2009 6:42:32 GMT -5
He stepped away from the group of his kind, the meeting had just about ended. In that he had chosen to stay in the city, the war that seems to rage on seemed almost at and end. With the humans and the werewolves alliances together the angels just wouldn't have a chance against them. He had never seen a so called angel and from what he heard they were formidable opponents, but like all others, they died. But he had no fighting experience whatsoever with the other races, only play fights with his own kind. He was confident in his defensive abilities and knew that he could defend himself well enough to move away, but his striking needed lacking and his offense needed some work. He had picked up many fighting techniques as a human like boxing, wrestling, and a few street moves. But the strength of the angels was what he was concerned about, considering what he knew speed could be just as useful in the battles he had fought with his own kind. So he had trained in speed, using his speed to over come the physical strength used by his opponents.
He pondered his thoughts deeply in the corner of the mall, leaning against a pillar for support as he faced the crowd. He had stood and waited quietly, knowing that his own scent would be unrecognized. Armed with only his staff and the clothes on his back,and the dark brown hair that hung into his eyes he waited. He stood a whole of 6'0ft and weighed nothing but 164 pounds, his day of walking and and the small fits of wanting to sprint off into the distance of the hills had kept him in good shape. He watched the group start to disperse slightly and move away from each other to talk alone in their own private conversations to one another. Mates went with mates with the families that they had, singles went off friends or other family. He knew now the reason why the wolves were wanting the treaty with the humans. Loved ones left behind was always a terrible tragedy, and could hold deep into ones heart and soul.
He stood quiet and thoughtful with a heavy glint in his eye, he has always loved meeting new people and found the others of his kind somewhat fascinating to watch. The way they moved and the style they carried themselves always held a canine feeling. He wondered if he looked the same way as he looked over his scruffy appearance, his clothes were somewhat worn out his feet bare from his sudden transformations, he seemed somewhat like a hobo as he leaned on his staff and the wall. He watched the groups and others with a slight amazement, he had never seen so many of his own kind in one place. He whistled lightly as he watched and began to twist the top knob of his staff as he waited for someone to introduce themselves.
He pondered his thoughts deeply in the corner of the mall, leaning against a pillar for support as he faced the crowd. He had stood and waited quietly, knowing that his own scent would be unrecognized. Armed with only his staff and the clothes on his back,and the dark brown hair that hung into his eyes he waited. He stood a whole of 6'0ft and weighed nothing but 164 pounds, his day of walking and and the small fits of wanting to sprint off into the distance of the hills had kept him in good shape. He watched the group start to disperse slightly and move away from each other to talk alone in their own private conversations to one another. Mates went with mates with the families that they had, singles went off friends or other family. He knew now the reason why the wolves were wanting the treaty with the humans. Loved ones left behind was always a terrible tragedy, and could hold deep into ones heart and soul.
He stood quiet and thoughtful with a heavy glint in his eye, he has always loved meeting new people and found the others of his kind somewhat fascinating to watch. The way they moved and the style they carried themselves always held a canine feeling. He wondered if he looked the same way as he looked over his scruffy appearance, his clothes were somewhat worn out his feet bare from his sudden transformations, he seemed somewhat like a hobo as he leaned on his staff and the wall. He watched the groups and others with a slight amazement, he had never seen so many of his own kind in one place. He whistled lightly as he watched and began to twist the top knob of his staff as he waited for someone to introduce themselves.