Thread: Rite of Passage -Broken Knight

Name Aniki Black Height 6' Weight 190 Eyes Brown Hair Black Body marks Scar and patch over his left eye, beginning from the brow and going down to the cheek bone in which the eye was destroyed in the process. Age 27 The air wasn't exactly warm, but one could tell he liked a cool, crisp breeze. He walked with only his jeans on, no shirt. Wolves like him weren't exactly required to wear shirts, since his silky fur both kept him properly covered and because it was quite well known to any race that fur would become hot and stuffy with even a cotton t shirt on cool day. He'd been in the Marines for years until a field op got his eye busted up. After that, he was no good in the field as infantry doing forward operations. So, they gave him an option. Take a desk jockey position or get the hell out of the Marines. Apparently, Uncle Sam had no real use for soldiers that he'd crumpled up and thrown away. Although once his disability stipend started coming in, it did make things easier, but he still needed a job. Private security. Well, that was the formal name for it, anyway. Realistically, he was a body guard, not really much more. A sack of meat to be thrown as a shield in front of bullets. The gentleman he worked for, an unsavory human with far too much money and far too much tongue, made him wonder a great many times, if he really were fired upon, maybe Black would simply 'accidentally' forget that he was supposed to get in the way. It wasn't like he got paid extra to eat hot, flying deadly lead, even if he was killed in the line of duty. He supposed that when that moment came, he'd figure out what he'd do on his instinct and not his head. 'It's a nice day.' He thinks to himself. The breeze was cool and he was down wind. On his own property, he owned quite a bit of land, with a few neighbors here and there a mile or two out. He'd used the hazard pay that he'd gotten from the Marines in order to pay for the land and the large home that was on it. He didn't even have a car payment. All in all, his life was pretty easy. Although he resented the military for kicking him out, they at least took care of him, even though he got paid more than the typical grunt. He'd been out hunting since the night before. A small hunting rifle in his hands, he was out for deer, coyote and anything else available on his land. He normally didn't travel south, but the wind was moving that way, and he always followed the wind as a guide. To the south, he'd not found much of anything lately, not since someone finally moved into the old place. It didn't have much land, and it was a small cottage, but he supposed whomever owned it simply rented it out, giving them the ability to leave it empty for long periods of- CRASH! He could hear it, a few yards off to his left. Spinning quickly, staying as silent as he could, he brings the rifle up to his shoulder, looking down the sights with his good eye. He thought it was a deer jumping, but he'd not seen one. His finger on the trigger, his mind snapped back to reality like a rubber band. Taking his finger off of the trigger, putting the gun on safety. At least he had his reason why hunting was so piss poor in that part of his woods lately. Hey! He calls out to her. Hey! You realize you're on hunting property, right? Specifically, my hunting property? He wasn't trying to be mean per se, but he was a little agitated when he found out it was a person disrupting his hunting grounds. Of course, he probably should've been hunting with nothing but fang and claw, but the human rifle was so much easier, and because of his years of service and the ease of use of the weapon, it was simply his choice. Walking toward her, she could see the brutish black wolf with his bad eye and rifle in hand moving in her direction. He didn't look pissed, in fact, he had more a blank expression than anything.