!uGYNBMPzOs 12/20/10(Mon)03:43 No.13224667|
"There are several gods who are, interested, in me. But as I already told you, Degnar comes first." you reply, resisting the urge to drop into a ridiculous voice and accent for the reply "Now, I do believe that although I have taken you under my wing, I know surprisingly little about you, would you mind sharing?" you ask, as one of the hounds makes its way over too you, and plops its head into your lap.
"When I was very young, eight, maybe nine, my mother, the last family I had, died. She simply took ill and that was it. Within a matter of weeks debtors had me out of her house, I tried to earn money to buy food, but I couldnt, I was too young. I ended up fleeing that town after stealing food, the story was much the same until I was older, five, maybe six years I fell into that pattern of drifting into a town, and being run out after getting caught. Somewhere along the line I took a bow and some arrows, not for need, just to see if I could get away with it. I nearly lost my hand as a thief for that. But by the time I was fourteen years of age, I think, I was a respectable shot. After a while I realized I was an adult grown, sixteen years, somehow I got it in my mind that I could just settle in to a town and be normal, I went through four villages in as many months, run out for one reason or another. I had just stopped in that town the week before when it was attacked, and I ended up meeting you." Wulf informs you, keeping his voice as even as he can. It is obvious that alot happened to him during his life, and much of it he doesn't seem very eager to bring up.