"...fucking bugs..."<br/><br/>With a groan rustling covered over the rest of the words, snuffing out the finally comment as a hand came up to swat the now empty air. With a shift a mass figure of a body raised up to sit within the brush of the wilderness, yet once more another strange land coming into a blurry vision. With green and blue eyes they glanced out over the land before the figure tilted it's head. Life was a bitch and the people within life was looking for a get aim to fuck you over in the ass. It seemed like a pointless way of life yet... here they all were, himself included.<br/><br/>Thick calloused hands pushed down into the soft soil, pushing his figure to stand up, standing at a full height of seven foot one. Some say the vantage point of a height like this was better for battle, but the male looked at it from a different angle. Better ways to look down the front of women's shirts, or even better then that...<br/><br/>With a shake of his head his hands came down, dusting the clods of soil from his pants, then moved up to the black shirt. By far was he the neatest or for that matter the cleanest, but he got by. The sound of rustling drew his attention to the right, the leaves and branches of the wilderness moving as a growl sounded from deep within the darkness. With a still mind and body, he lowered, bending at the knees before a wolf with black body fur jumped from the dark shadows of the underbrush. Nearly black eyes starred a hole into the male as the wolf crouched, nearing closer to it's target.<br/><br/>"Damn mongrel.."<br/><br/>Spring at the insult the wolf went after the man, razor sharp teeth and claws poised for the body. Knocking the male to the flat of his back were the wolf had him pinned, only saving grace he had from getting his throat ripped out was the forearm he had raised up between the wolf's jaws. The teeth shredded the flesh while pain sheered the nerve endings all through his body, a welcomed pain to black out a past that was unshakable. With a growl of his own, the man clamped his hand down and around the maw of the beast, keeping those teeth locked to his forearm as he tossed his body and the wolf's body to the side, crushing the wolf under the force of his body.<br/><br/>"Let... GO!"<br/><br/>On command the wolf seemed to release at the command, which brought a smile to the male's scarred face. A scar clearer split the man's face in two as he starred down to the now nearly broken wolf.<br/><br/>"Good boy..."<br/><br/>Raising up from the beast he came to stand once more, looking down as the wolf climbed back to it's own feet, seemed nothing else was wrong with the wolf. Again hands came to dust his clothing off again, shaking the soil and dirt from his clothes, followed by dusting the top of his shaved head. The sound of a town near by alerted the both of them, making each of them crouch slightly as though they would be found out. Once everything seemed to calm down they raised back up and looked to one another before a shrug of his shoulders came.<br/><br/>"Lets go you old bitch... we need food before we travel again."<br/><br/>The wolf growl at the male as he walked away, the expected bite at the back of his heels made his head turn over the back of his shoulder to glare down at the beast. No comment given this time as his foot kicked up dust and dirt behind him, throwing it to the eyes and nose of the beast. With a dark chuckle the male sprinted ahead of the wolf, coming into the light of the towns people. Looking back over his shoulder he could clearly see the face of the wolf, glaring daggers at his back, which didn't faze a single bone in the man's body. It was just one of those things, not that it really mattered to him. The old wolf knew better then come into the sights of this town, or any other for that matter. The wolf didn't have a death wish to be killed on sight and skinned.<br/><br/>Looking back ahead of himself the man walked onward, taking his time til he came to something that interested him, a tavern. Stepping to the door he swung it inward and stepped within the lightly dimmed confines of the establishment. There was a light crowd of a patron, though it had no interest to the male, he only had one thing in mind, there was perhaps nothing that could detour the male from his path, apart from the promise of food and drink at the moment.