Name: Kevkas Swiftfoot & Fenrir<br/>Appearance:m<a class="postlink" href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/199/8/0/ranger_with_wolf_by_jasson78-d3ujdb0.jpg">http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/ ... 3ujdb0.jpg</a>m<br/>A dark green cloak wraps around his neck, hooded when neccessary. It's clasped in silver, and a chain-mail shirt can be seen under the cloth. Around his waste are many closed pouches, and upon his back is strapped a thick quiver of arrows and an ornate longbow. Among the pouches you also can find a single blade sheathed and well hidden by the cloak.<br/>Race: Human<br/>Profession: Ranger<br/>Home: Shoven<br/>Bio: Born in the marshland city of Nikii, Kevkas grew to enjoy the wilderness. His parents being simple fishers on the outskirts of the port city, there was little to stop him in his adventures. As such his father thought well to teach him how to hunt, and suggesting he join the guard. Though skilled, military life did not suit him. Against better judgement, he fled the city and the guard, making his way into the wilderness alone with naught but what was on his back. His family taught him well, but the wild was harsh and its trials caught up to him. Without food for two weeks, he had finally obtained a fresh kill close to the vast Bredal desert. Moving to claim the prize, he spotted a site he'd rather not have. A stark black wolf, scrawny beyond reason and snarling in hunger, stalked towards him and the kill. Alone and hungry, Kevkas did not back down. Throwing his bow to the side, he drew his short blade, and ran for the carcass, planning to defend it or die trying.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>It had been quite the haul this week for Kevkas. Dragging behind him on a small sled were a great number of furs, large and small, obviously being brought to sell in town. Badgers, fox's, beavers, a great assortment and all worth a good copper. Fenris trotted along his side happily, fresh blood barely staining his muzzle as he lazily licked off the remains. "Well boy, I don't think we'll have to worry about food this month. A haul like this, we'll be eating like kings in town." A brief grunt was his reply, but Kevkas grinned wider and nodded happily, a certain spring in his step.<br/><br/>The air was slowly getting colder as they traveled. A sign of dusk, and further yet the coming winter. Game became scarse in the cold season so this haul meant they could enjoy a night or two before migrating to the warmer countries. Though with rumors of the war getting worse It might not be a bad idea to leave early and enjoy a vacation elsewhere. These however, were worries for a troubled mind. One that did not exist for Kevkas, nearly skipping through the underbrush, the pitch black canine close at his heals.<br/><br/>The town lights drew closer as the sun set, a thankful site for the pair. Kevkas continued forward, but Fenris paused, going still and silent, odd for the vocal mutt. Taking notice, Kevkas halted his progress and investigated. "Friend or foe boy?" A strong snuff from the hounds snout, and Kevkas tensed. Taking the lead, he brought his bow to bear, readying an arrow just in case. Letting Fenris lead, he stalked forward, eyes keen in the dim light, until he spotted a clue. Blood, fresh on the ground. Leaning down he lathered some between fingers. "Warm... And a lot of it, they wouldn't have gotten far. Fenris, ready." With that simple command, the wolf drew down low, hidden in the dark foilage and shadows, as Kevkas now took the lead, tracking forward following the blood closely.<br/><br/>Several yards they maintained the trail until finally, there was their quarry. A single woman, bloodied but breathing, lying on the earth, unconscious and obviously losing blood. Dropping his bow, he called out quickly "Fenris ease." And made his way to the body. Fenris did as commanded, and quickly bounded after his master after rising from the brush. Checking her vitals, it was obvious she was alive, and in better shape than she looked thankfully. The calf however, would be trouble. It didn't pierce through, and was still lodged in the muscle. But as she was unconscious, no reason to let her suffer through it awake. Snapping the arrow off, he spread the wound apart as best he could, blood oozing anew from it, and slowly, carefully pulled the metal head from the leg. Ripping cloth from her clothes to dress it, and the rest of her wounds was simple enough, though it left little to the imagination.<br/><br/>Removing his cloak, he placed it over her body. She was obviously a cleric of some kind, judging by the robes. Why one would be attacked like this however was another story altogether, but she had no weapons of her own. To do this unprovoked was simply barbaric.  "Fenris, lie." As commanded, the wolf bedded himself next to her and rested his head near her naval. "Protect, understand?" A growl was his response. "Good boy, I'll get you something nice." And with that, he made his way through the forest nearby, looking for suitable food for the girl.