Thread: Wolves Hunting Wolves~ Sir Broken && Evette

It was neither the world, nor the time that one could simply be happy and about his own way. For as long as beings could stand on their own legs, they'd fight for whatever they felt belonged to them. Many things could 'belong' to someone as well. Religion, wealth, even other beings could be owned, should society deem it appropriate. So, beings fought, bled and killed for what 'belonged' to one another. It wouldn't be such a problem if they didn't drag others into it. Kings and Queens would always drag their subjects into their own conflicts, families drag their brethren, the list is as long as one's tongue. How he got dragged into war, Rio wasn't entirely ever sure. Sometimes it was money, sometimes it was virtue, sometimes it was just sheer stupidity. It didn't matter much to him, he always came out alive, and that's all that was important to him any more. Money helped keep him fed, watered and sheltered. Fighting kept him alive in most cases. As wars raged on, his kind dwindled further and further. His kind. Wolves, big, ferocious and dominating on the battlefield. He alone was 6'1 and 200lbs of sheer muscle mass. He carried a long, thin sword that looked well worn even from the hilt. It wasn't oft that he pulled the blade from its scabbard any longer, mostly relying on fangs and claws to do the work for him. A lot of regular, untrained humans would seize up in fear in sight of the wolf charging them down. Blood was a flavor that he often tasted. Wolves were so rare those days that he rarely met another on the field, either on his side- or the enemy. He wore chain mail over his upper body, arms and upper legs, mostly to protect him from stray arrows or a deft blade that got behind him or past his own. Although on that night, his weapon of choice was the hard liquor in his paw. His fingers curled the wood carved glass, a large jar of the strong ale near him on the counter, it took quite a bit more for him to enjoy the comforts of alcohol than it did the equivalent human. That was not his issue at the moment, however. The young human female sitting on his right was. The first thought that popped into his mind was simple Another human, what could this one possibly want? A shilling says I can guess. He thought to himself. Wolves were only good for one thing, so a human cozying up to him must've wanted that one thing out of him. Ah don't drink, darlin'. The wolf said with a thick accent. That, in and of its self, was a dirty lie. He was obviously drinking, and quite a bit at that. It was like a very obvious passive aggressive way of saying 'Leave me alone.' For some reason, he didn't think it would work terribly well with this female. His tail flicked a little with his annoyance, but he hadn't yet told her to piss off. Maybe it was because he was bored, maybe it was because he found her cute for a human. Either way, sometimes persistence paid off, although the wolf didn't seem to much enjoy small talk. So, if'n yah might get to what yah've come over 'ere for, we can get your 'ittle arse on over to some boyo with the boiler lit for yah. Rio says to her, still not having once directly looked at the girl. He didn't seem much interested in her physical appearance. There was no need to be, humans always had one reason for him, and left in two ways. Paying him in heaps of money, or leaving angry. He didn't care either way. Of course, there was those few times where they'd try to force him to do what they wanted. Rio enjoyed those moments, they came so rarely, and it was obvious how they ended- he was still free. It all brought him to the wonder of how this girl would leave. She didn't seem like she had a terrible amount of money to her...