Post by Rufus Vincent Powers on Mar 29, 2017 15:24:50 GMT -5
He'd camped a little bit too close to the border of between Shifter and Vampire territories. Rufus was a lot of things, but he wasn't an idiot. He had stayed at the Cullen house for a few hours, talking with them about this and that until he figured he'd overstayed his welcome and needed to get back to his tent so he could break camp and find a new spot to settle in for a month or so. Or until he decided to leave again for elsewhere. The vampire was in his tent, packing a large bag with items he knew he wanted, but could leave behind if he had to. Right by his side though within easy grabbing distance were his guitar and the bag he kept his gemstone collection in. Those two were items he wouldn't leave behind unless it meant dying.
Rufus packed what little clothing he had first at the bottom of his bag, rolling it up tightly to fit. Then, went one extra pair of shoes, followed by three or four books and of course, his money. He didn't have much after buying three new sets of clothes and two new books (what counted a spending spree for him) but it went into his bag just the same, then went a small wooden flute in a case. He hardly ever took his flute with him, but he could play it. Finally, he left his tent to get his collapsable chair and start dismantling his tent. Everything went with him, his pack, his guitar and his stones.
The wind shifted, and it blew his scent straight toward any shifters who happened to be in the area. He sighed, this would make taking down his tent harder, what with the wind whipping everything around. As it was, the tent was falling apart. He couldn't afford to buy a new one, so he'd have to patch it. The problem was, was that he'd be patching patches at this point. Leaving it behind wouldn't be good. He wouldn't have anywhere to escape the rain from if he so wanted to. And he would want to eventually.
He was distracted by how he'd take his tent down without ripping it and as a result, didn't sense the shifter until it was nearly too late. He stiffened and turned, his hands in front of his chest in a non aggressive manner. "I do not wish to fight. I am leaving." he used one hand to gesture to his golden colored eyes, "As you can see, I do not harm humans. I have not in over a thousand years. Let me be on my way and I will go elsewhere." Yes he was backing down, yes he was letting this young shifter call the shots. That was how Rufus survived, by avoiding every fight he possibly could. He saw the boy's aura, he was kind and gentle but that could change at any moment. He knew that.
Rufus packed what little clothing he had first at the bottom of his bag, rolling it up tightly to fit. Then, went one extra pair of shoes, followed by three or four books and of course, his money. He didn't have much after buying three new sets of clothes and two new books (what counted a spending spree for him) but it went into his bag just the same, then went a small wooden flute in a case. He hardly ever took his flute with him, but he could play it. Finally, he left his tent to get his collapsable chair and start dismantling his tent. Everything went with him, his pack, his guitar and his stones.
The wind shifted, and it blew his scent straight toward any shifters who happened to be in the area. He sighed, this would make taking down his tent harder, what with the wind whipping everything around. As it was, the tent was falling apart. He couldn't afford to buy a new one, so he'd have to patch it. The problem was, was that he'd be patching patches at this point. Leaving it behind wouldn't be good. He wouldn't have anywhere to escape the rain from if he so wanted to. And he would want to eventually.
He was distracted by how he'd take his tent down without ripping it and as a result, didn't sense the shifter until it was nearly too late. He stiffened and turned, his hands in front of his chest in a non aggressive manner. "I do not wish to fight. I am leaving." he used one hand to gesture to his golden colored eyes, "As you can see, I do not harm humans. I have not in over a thousand years. Let me be on my way and I will go elsewhere." Yes he was backing down, yes he was letting this young shifter call the shots. That was how Rufus survived, by avoiding every fight he possibly could. He saw the boy's aura, he was kind and gentle but that could change at any moment. He knew that.
