The jungles of Ryloth were home to Damien. For a long time the Mandragora has called the planet home until they relocated to a keep on Geonosis. It was a sad thing to see the Rylothi rancors abandoned, so Damien remained behind to tend to the creatures he’d bonded with some time ago. The woods were more than just a home to him, they were also his sanctuary. He was free to be himself, man and wolf, a thing which was not as easily done in a city or among more “civilized” worlds. Damien loved his forests, and it would take a miracle to see him abandon them entirely.
He had just finished a hunt, the creature proving to be more of a challenge than he’d expected. His fur had been blood stained which translated to his face and chest as he made his way back to a human form. As the meat of his milk cooked over an open flame, Damien washed the blood away at a nearby river. The cool water made his skin bump and pucker, but after such invigorating hunt it was more than welcome.
His ears picked up the sound of someone approaching. The footsteps were soft, as though the person were trying to sneak up on him. Breathing in deep into his lungs, Damien searched the air for a familiar scent and just smiled as he hid himself. Was she trying to catch him again? Damien wasn’t sure what game it was they were playing. He liked the girl, and remembered their night in the maze with fondness. She was young though, and her father would not likely appreciate the two of them spending time together.
Regardless of what could be or what was, Damien wanted to get to know this girl. She was so different than anyone he had met before and that left him curious. Maybe it was his curiosity that kept him moving forward when he should have been more cautious, but as she broke through the camp Damien leaped out hoping to surprise her.
[member="Kaia Verd"]
He had just finished a hunt, the creature proving to be more of a challenge than he’d expected. His fur had been blood stained which translated to his face and chest as he made his way back to a human form. As the meat of his milk cooked over an open flame, Damien washed the blood away at a nearby river. The cool water made his skin bump and pucker, but after such invigorating hunt it was more than welcome.
His ears picked up the sound of someone approaching. The footsteps were soft, as though the person were trying to sneak up on him. Breathing in deep into his lungs, Damien searched the air for a familiar scent and just smiled as he hid himself. Was she trying to catch him again? Damien wasn’t sure what game it was they were playing. He liked the girl, and remembered their night in the maze with fondness. She was young though, and her father would not likely appreciate the two of them spending time together.
Regardless of what could be or what was, Damien wanted to get to know this girl. She was so different than anyone he had met before and that left him curious. Maybe it was his curiosity that kept him moving forward when he should have been more cautious, but as she broke through the camp Damien leaped out hoping to surprise her.
[member="Kaia Verd"]