<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5d/d0/e4/5dd0e428986c29dfcab75e2418aa0cae.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Sebastian, The Huntsman<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>The Big bad's pelt<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>:Moving to meet with the princess's<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:Snow, Thumbalina, Belle<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sweat poured from his body, sweet perspiration that let him know he was alive once more, the air rushing past his racing form cooling his skin as he rushed through the fields. His lungs gulped down air to foul his knew form and his legs started to ache. He loved and treasured every sensation, though he had his form while dead, he felt nothing while he was with the hunt save for the thrill of it. To have life and body once more was more then he could have ever hoped for, and it was a body fit to survive, blessed by the gods of the wild. The wind change and the smell of civilization reached his nose: Bread baking, sweat form the workers, perfumes, the smell of draft animals and a hundred other scents that were crisp and sharp. He could stand there all day and pick out a scent to follow to its source, but he had someone to meet.<br/><br/>As the Huntsman entered the town he slowed his frantic run to a walk, letting his pounding heart slow before the rush he felt at life forced it to burst in his chest. Everywhere he walked heads turned and whispers could be heard by his perfect ears, if he wanted he could pick out where and from whom they were coming from. Looking towards the sky the man dressed only in a wolfs pelt form the waist down spotted his avian companion, the eagles Golden feathers almost shining like their namesake in the light of the sun.Though he did not hear his companion, did not speak to him, he knew that Snow had gotten his message and that she was expecting him. He followed Jeager through the streets of kordes, until he caught the one scent he was looking for since he awoke from death.<br/><br/>Snows scent stopped him in his tracks, so crisp, so pure, like fresh winter powder and lilacs all at once. he let himself be wrapped in that scent, closed his eyes and memorized every bit of it he could before he smiled and started following his nose towards the castle. Jeager circled above him, guiding him down backstreets where they could shorten the time it would take to reach the castle, Sebastians pace quickened as the scent got stronger until he was standing at the gate of the castle. The doors left open and stewards awaiting him. This whole place smelled of her, that pure scent that dominated all. As he was lead through the corridors his sharp eyes spotted the dwarves that had protected her for so long, it warmed his heart  to see they were still by her side.<br/><br/>Two other scents came to the forefront as he approached the throne room, both feminine, one smelled of fur and old books, the other of forest flowers and large trees. His pondering of the scents was washed from his mind as the doors opened and Snow was revealed to him once more. Stepping forward into the room he gave a bow.<strong> "Queen Snow, I have come to help you."</strong>he said, doing his best to keep formal in front of Belle and Thumbalina, who he knew as the source for the other scents only.So there it was, The huntsman standing in the throne room, body still slick with residual perspiration and clad only in the dark pelt of the Big bad wolf wrapped around his waist and legs. Though his face shown a smile, a kind twinkle in his eye.