Sightles

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah kept on his march for a little bit, until he was out of sight from the rangers, before turning his course back towards the town. "We didn't need their help. Meanwhile, someone that could use their help coulda of passed through here, but they'd be gone helping us." Soah said, gruffly, as he marched towards the town. He glanced back at the seemingly sullen Adrian. "I need clothes." Soah said, simply, feeling the cold finally starting to get to him. "You'll leave to go find a tavern, and I'll go find a store." Soah added, readjusting his cloak as he spoke. The man was tired, exhausted even. He had controlled his breathing a while ago, but every muscle in his body still twitched. It was a common occurrence when the wolf came out. Soah wondered for a moment if the mountains were as dangerous as the guards built them up to be, but Soah soon dismissed the thought, as the duo got ever closer to the town.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah stopped, and slowly turned to face the man. "I've killed men bigger and tougher than you. Having you protect me isn't a fucking service I need, sir." Soah replied, with a fair amount of venom on the last part of his sentence. "If you really want to help people, and do your fucking job, why don't you go back a little farther in those woods. If you had, I wouldn't be naked, and exhausted." Soah added, gruffly. "While you lot are here playing ranger, there is a man dying from blood loss back in the woods, with no one but bandits to help him." Soah said, as he turned around, and started to stomp off, finished with dealing with the lot of rangers. Soah was moving far better now, thanks to the snow shoes. Soah was ready to eat, and dealing with the guards was something he preferred not to do. While following them to the town might be quicker way, Soah had no want to travel once again with a group, especially with law enforcement.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah watched as the man beckoned himself and Adrian to follow them, with the rest hanging back. "Come on, Adrian." Soah said, gruffly, as he turned 90 degrees, and took off away from the party of rangers. Soah had been traveling since he was 15 years old, and didn't need some ranger to help him get to a town that was right in front of him. Soah would of kept down the path, if the rangers hadn't made it their job to 'lead' the man to the town. The less Soah had to do with the local town's law enforcement, the better. Unless the rangers were offering free food and free clothes, Soah wasn't interested in play polite and going with them. He had made it this far from Aldruin, he could make the last leg of his journey without the help of some rangers from a town that had a bandit problem, but had yet to place walls around their town.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah took the snow shoes from the man, and placed them carefully on his feet. He never enjoyed snow shoes, but they did their job well. Soah glanced at the guard, as he began to talk to Adrian, and explain their job. Soah finished placing the shoes on, and stared the sergeant in the eye. "Are you suppose to annoy the fuck out of travelers, as well?" Soah said with a gruff voice. The man was talking a little too much for Soah's liking. While Soah appreciated the help, he wasn't about to thank the man for doing his job. He was also asking questions that didn't need to be answered. "Instead of bothering travelers who are in a hurry to get to town, why don't you go hunt down some pigs?" Soah added, as he stared down the sergeant. Soah wasn't looking for a fight, but he was looking to hurry up and get to Loenn, and he didn't have time to deal with guards who have their heads up their own asses.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah stopped as he heard the rustling. He stopped viewing the town, and put his head on a swivel, looking around his environment. Eventually, five men walked out from the woods, three of them carrying bows. Soah wrapped his cloak tighter as the group approached. He noticed the armband the men wore, no doubt denoting that they were affiliated in some way with the town guard. Soah sighed, wondering if this was really going to start this early. If it had been just simpler people, with no authority, Soah might of just walked straight by, without saying a word. "I had a fight with someone, and I lost my clothes." Soah said, simple and gruff. Soah glanced at Adrian, praying the boy didn't pull something stupid. Soah wasn't in the mood to take an arrow, or have to even fight. He just wanted to get to the town, get clothes, get food, and sit down for a moment. The men seemed friendly enough, though, and he doubted they'd do anything to the group.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah marched on, wrapping the cloak everr tighter in order to keep himself warm. As he did so, his hand traced his sternum. The wolf might be able to take stabs partially through the heart, and some other bad injuries, but that didn't erase the feeling from Soah. While the battle with Crom was a mild one, and even though Soah had had numerous bad injuries, that one had never been inflicted on him before. It was weird to feel such a sharp blade in his body, cutting up his organs. He doubted it was something very many people felt, and had a chance to live afterwords. The wolf had taken grievous injuries before, only for Soah to find that he was completely unharmed. He had a greatsword cleave half way through the throat of the wolf before, only to turn back and be completely fine. The wolf had had most of it's body burned, before jumping in a pond, only to have a balista shortly afterwards shot through his chest. Soah had no idea how the wolf pulled it off, but he woke up in the middle of an alley, still completely unharmed. Every time something grievous happened to Soah, he felt less and less like the small boy from the Capital, and felt more and more like some kind of feral beast, It was difficult. Everything before the night he was bit by the beast is a blur. He couldn't remember his father's face, or even the smell of the bakery in the morning when they most of the dough. It was getting far too easy, by now. The way it used to be was better. It used to take a lot to set off the wolf, and it used to not take so much for Soah to resist it, but now it was almost second nature to allow the beast to take over. He was starting to enjoy it. The immense power he felt, the power to control the situations around him, but the repercussions of such actions still cut deep with Soah. He hadn't been truly accepted into any permanent group of people since he left the Capital.

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Soah was surprised that Adrian apologized to him. Soah smirked slightly. "That would of killed just about anyone else." Soah said. It was a good stab, probably one of the more serious wounds Soah had endured. Soah thought back on his many injuries. The worst one was from an archer in some Northern village. A bar fight had broken out, and a town guard was slamming the younger Soah around the bar, trying to kick him out. Soah hadn't done much, just punch the teeth out of a woman who had obviously taken his coin purse. He ended up turning slightly, which prompted immediate stabs from the town guard. What little Soah could remember was being hit several times by some professional archer with silver tipped arrows. The pain was unreal, and nearly killed Soah. It was the closest to death Soah had ever felt. The next thing Soah knew, he was waking up in the middle of a forest clearing, completely fine, but so exhausted that he was paralyzed for almost an hour. "Listen, when we get to the next town, we'll get me some real clothes, and then we'll figure out our plan." Soah said, curtly, as he wrapped the cloak around him tighter, trying to keep warmth.

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Soah smiled for a moment, as Adrian took off. As Soah wrapped the cloak around himself, to help keep warm. He stole one last glance at the group talking to the caravan. Soah's blood boiled as he watched the group. Soah had thought this time would be different. Travelers so apt to help a man covered in another man's blood. Soah cursed himself for being foolish enough to believe that this group of people would be anymore different than the hordes of others. Soah had a chance to end Crom's life, and inflict worse wounds, aim for vital spots, and get bloodier, but Soah didn't want to the bloodthirsty werewolf. It was self defense. Soah wanted to keep traveling, and let his wolf form heal himself, but Crom stepped in front of him, wielding that sharp blade. It was a repeat of a lot of times with Soah. Soah would often try to leave somewhere after it had been revealed what he was, only to be met with resistance. Soah turned on his heel, and began following Adrian, albeit slowly. Soah still felt the exhaustion from turning into the beast.

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Soah turned slightly and stopped as Adrian approached him. Soah sighed, and rubbed his chest, where the dagger wound had previously been. "Go the fuck back to your group, and why don't you tell them to ask themselves why merchants would take this fucking path." Soah said, gruffly. Honestly, Soah admired the kid, a little, but Adrian was just like the rest. Abandoning him and kicking him out for no reason except for their own fear of him. Soah spat on the ground, attempting to appear fed-up, but a cough mid-spit sent him into a fit. Afterwards, Soah made eye contact with Adrian. "Why don't you come with me? You know they don't respect you. You're a fucking kid to them, and talk to you like one. You want adventure? You want to grow the fuck up? Come with me. I'll show you what this world really is." Soah said, maintaining eye contact the entire time with Adrian. "That group? They'll abandon you the first time you mess things up for them. I know how things are. I left my family when I was about your age as well. Don't make the same mistake I did, and go with a group like them." Soah added, the last bit of his sentence layered with poison. "I certainly don't have my head so far up my own ass to kick a werewolf out of the group, and then trust the first fucking 'merchant' caravan that comes by through a mountain path like this one."

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah kept breathing heavy, as each of the group voted on ejecting Soah from the party. After each had said their piece, Soah spat on the ground in between him and the group. "I shoulda bit your fucking throat out." Soah said, gruffly, as he picked up the cloak he had shucked earlier, and placed it around his naked body, now regretting showing the old mercenary any respect at all. Soah spat on the ground, again, a merchant cart rolled up. Soah didn't care if this was a possible ride to the next town, he wouldn't stay with the group. This was the same thing that's happened his whole life, ostracized Soah eyed the caravan, and then turned his gaze back to the group, before turned his back to both, and trudging off, wrapping his cloak more tightly around him, snow crunching under his bare feet as he went.