The fields of grapevines rolled across gentle hills, the spindly vegitation cynched tightly to wooden posts to offer structure and support to the grape producing plants. The grapes were a deep red almost the hue of blood and in a wet rain the sweet scent of their warm flavors could be caught in the wind. It was the sort of place the troubles of the outside world rarely reared their ugly heads.
The late afternoon La Noscea sun hung in a overcast sky, strands of clouds heavy with moisture casting trailing shadows upon the ground and the buildings over looking the vineyard. One such building was a small pavilion devoid of walls. Â Underneath the stone roof sat a miqo'te.
The male had been calling himself Jin'a and his hair was short and a light brown. Several scars crossed his face and his golden eyes shone with a remarkable tenacity. But a half smile seemed to be a perminant feature to his weathered face and his red coat gave him a remarkable sense of individuality, even if he talked very little.
Jin'a was presently seated in a chair, his coat resting on the back of a chair. His left arm and hand was covered in a long sleeve shirt while his right arm was exposed and covered in scars, as if patches if skin had once been cut away. Â A large pistol sat on the table beside his feet which were kicked up onto the table beside them and the miqo'te seemed to be sleeping.
Jin'a was normally found Here sleeping this time of day. Â He had taken the duty if patroling the grounds at night for nearly a month now and was earning his pay. Couerl and rodent incidents had declined and the sound of his pistol in the deep of night was a less and less frequent sound. One or two workers claimed Jin'a had erected some.strange inventions but if he had, none could find them. Overall, Jin'a was simply a miqo'te doing his job and talking very little.
The male opened one of his golden eyes as a hyur came beside him and calmly.poked his should.
"Jin'a, we may have a couerl in the vineyard again."
Jin'a yawned once and nodded as he rose to his feet without a word. The extremely tall miqo'te picked up the firearm that had lain on the table and holstered it at his side underneath before donning his red, wolf fur coat. Â
Jin'a looked at the hyur and gave a relaxed grin.
"If there is, I'm expecting your cooks to make some couerl steaks for me.". Jin'a's voice was smooth as he turned and began walking out towards the rows of vines stretching before him.
His boots crunched earth beneath him as he walked and he gave a sleepy yawn as he sighed.Â
This life wasn't particularly exciting or dangerous. But Jin'a was glad for it none-the-less. Â This is what he had needed. To be returned to a new beginning and find peace in himself. The wind began to rustle the vines around him and Jin'a flicked his ears. There was a couerl to hunt. Self reflection could come later.
The late afternoon La Noscea sun hung in a overcast sky, strands of clouds heavy with moisture casting trailing shadows upon the ground and the buildings over looking the vineyard. One such building was a small pavilion devoid of walls. Â Underneath the stone roof sat a miqo'te.
The male had been calling himself Jin'a and his hair was short and a light brown. Several scars crossed his face and his golden eyes shone with a remarkable tenacity. But a half smile seemed to be a perminant feature to his weathered face and his red coat gave him a remarkable sense of individuality, even if he talked very little.
Jin'a was presently seated in a chair, his coat resting on the back of a chair. His left arm and hand was covered in a long sleeve shirt while his right arm was exposed and covered in scars, as if patches if skin had once been cut away. Â A large pistol sat on the table beside his feet which were kicked up onto the table beside them and the miqo'te seemed to be sleeping.
Jin'a was normally found Here sleeping this time of day. Â He had taken the duty if patroling the grounds at night for nearly a month now and was earning his pay. Couerl and rodent incidents had declined and the sound of his pistol in the deep of night was a less and less frequent sound. One or two workers claimed Jin'a had erected some.strange inventions but if he had, none could find them. Overall, Jin'a was simply a miqo'te doing his job and talking very little.
The male opened one of his golden eyes as a hyur came beside him and calmly.poked his should.
"Jin'a, we may have a couerl in the vineyard again."
Jin'a yawned once and nodded as he rose to his feet without a word. The extremely tall miqo'te picked up the firearm that had lain on the table and holstered it at his side underneath before donning his red, wolf fur coat. Â
Jin'a looked at the hyur and gave a relaxed grin.
"If there is, I'm expecting your cooks to make some couerl steaks for me.". Jin'a's voice was smooth as he turned and began walking out towards the rows of vines stretching before him.
His boots crunched earth beneath him as he walked and he gave a sleepy yawn as he sighed.Â
This life wasn't particularly exciting or dangerous. But Jin'a was glad for it none-the-less. Â This is what he had needed. To be returned to a new beginning and find peace in himself. The wind began to rustle the vines around him and Jin'a flicked his ears. There was a couerl to hunt. Self reflection could come later.
