Thread: Dancing with Wolves (Wreckles & Amaya)

There was a brisk wind that robbed the surrounding trees of some leaves and Thaine pulled his mantle closer to his body, the weather was growing colder as the season grew late. He had walked this path for many hours, never slowing down or increasing in speed - a constant pace without hurry or true motive. The road that had set out in fine stone was getting less and less well maintained the further he got from the city, now it was barely anything above a muddy path. Yet he did not complain, for he was used to travelling and often alone. If vagrants got together and formed a crowd, Thaine would fit right in. His appearance foretold that he did not own much in this world and seemingly content with it. Clothes were stitched here and there and what had once was a fine beige mantle, was now a multi-coloured piece of fabric. It was not that he was dirty, after all his last visit to the city had given him an occasion and excuse to freshen up. By the following morning he had packed up his small amounts of belongings and set up to the roads again. Harboring a natural aversion to cities, Thaine felt more at ease here in the woods that had become increasingly thicker. Soon the trees blotted out the sun that would soon return to it's cradle and give way for the night. Thaine's steppes came to a halt, he sniffed in the air as dog does when it had picked up a scent. Only pausing for a minute, Thaine kept moving in the same direction he was heading - nowhere. But before nowhere laid a small village, a remote piece of land that had been forgotten under the heel of time. Feeling a growling sensation in his stomach, Thaine felt he could spent the night here, a warm meal and hot bed would do him good. If one were to describe Thaine, one would first have to search well and hard to find someone who knew him. The first thing they would mention is that he did not look like any other man they knew. His hair was in a shade of white and silver, like an old mans yet he was only in his twenties. He was not particularly large, 179cm tall with shoulders of a woodsman. Rugged, ungroomed would be a fitting description. A heavy chin and jaws portraited his hard features and a sharp nose along with bushy eyebrows made up for the rest. There was a blue crescent tattooed on his left cheek yet all these things was not why he was remembered, it was his eyes. No man had eyes like that, yellow - almost golden they were that struck fear in small children, even if he wanted to or not. His boots were well-worn as was the rest of his attire, brown leather pants and jacket along with a scarf of fur around his neck. They fit him well though, his size was almost identical to his attire. He trudged on in his never-changing pace when the small village came into view, you could barely call it a village. A couple of houses made of wood were throw around in the open area of the otherwise thick woods, there was barely any sunshine penetrating through the thin roof of leaves that made him wonder how anything grew here during summer. It looked like someone had made a great spinning slash with an axe to make way for this secluded village. One house was particularly bigger than the others and where was smoke rising from its chimney. A faint smell of cooked food reached his nose when he got closer. Some of the people were working, loading hay on the cart that was attached to the great work-horses. Counting a total of fifteen houses, Thaine wondered how many people actually lived here. Yet it was peaceful, like a tranquil aura had settled around the village. There was a massive stub in the center of the town, like it was the main attraction, Thaine pondered how large the tree that once stood there must have been. Not being one to judge where other people choosed to settle down, he headed towards what looked like a tavern.