Gallant Huntsman

..My name is Sergio Alesini. I am a follower of Romulus. My rank is that of a huntsman, and I live to hunt and provide food for my pack, especially for the Alpha.. However, when I am not hunting, I do enjoy napping out in the sunlight.

[scratched-assassin-blog]

“Perhaps he does. One can never be certain.”

[cacciatoresergio]

“It is easier to think that way, si.. How are you feeling, amico? It has been some time since I have seen you up and about like this.”

[cacciatoresergio]

“Dio mio.. It is hard to believe I have survived for so long. Romulus must have bigger plans for me.”

[cacciatoresergio]

freeleeches:

“I was quite worried.” 

Well, he did worry that perhaps someone else managed to find the man’s body before him. The wolf man was alive - he’s unsure whether he should feel disappointment or happiness. 

He chuckled, “I have an extra room in my shop, yes. Ah! Are you hungry?”

“You know that I cannot stay for very long, amico.. My home needs to be protected.” Although it was only himself remaining, there was no longer much at all left to protect.

“But your invitation is tempting.. I suppose I am feeling a little hungry,” a little was an understatement. Although he was a skilled huntsman, hunting alone was difficult for the lone wolf..

[cacciatoresergio]

freeleeches said: “If you don’t mind, stay with me for the night? You’ve been gone for so long, I started thinking that maybe I should search for your body. That and I missed your company!”

“Were you truly so worried, amico? Mi dispiace, I was unaware that my absense would cause you such concern.. Va bene, I suppose there is no harm in visiting with you.“ After all, there was not much else to do, living alone in the catacombs.. “I am well. Perhaps a little tired, but not quite dead yet.”

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WITH UNFAMILIAR LAND

                beneath his feet, he WANDERS aimlessly through the forest, so wide && VAST in its expanse ⎯                 he  cannot  help  but  feel  no different than the ANT, so minuscule && insignificant in size . only                 the  WIND  brushing  against  the  canopy  of tree leaves seems to be his sole COMPANY … for                 a while anyway, until an unfamiliar growl reaches feline ears && puts him on ALERT .                   only  when  he  HEARS  the  unprecedented  presence  does  he  turn, eyes wide with surprise,                   muscles tense as his gaze meets theirs . it takes him a MOMENT to register his words ⎯ did he                  just say this is HIS territory ? could he perhaps be a guardian of some sort ?                   ❝ I … forgive  my  trespassing,  uh … sir . I mean no HARM, ❞  he responds, hands held before                  him DEFENSIVELY . ❝ are you perhaps the guardian of this forest ? ❞

[cacciatoresergio]

Although deterred for a moment by this man’s physical appearance, the hunter remained on high alert. One could never tell whom the people of Roma could get heir hands on when it came to mercenaries, and Sergio had seen his fair share of both large and small.

A light tilt of his head was given as the other continued to speak, body language softening a hairs width as the stranger’s lifted hands. He means no harm, and sounds nothing close to the Italian-speaking people of Roma that he knew. Perhaps the huntsman had made a horrible mistake in judgement?

“Guardian?” He parroted the word, pausing shortly to consider a response. Was he? Being the last of his kind, defending only a small shrine and a piece of land, that not so long ago stretched far underground into the reaches of the city, and housed so many of his brothers.

Perhaps he was some kind of ‘guardian’.

“..I am a follower of Romulus,” He spoke clearly, with his chest puffed out to emphasize his pride. Though he was no longer clutching his weapon as a means to attack, he kept himself armed. “..You do not sound as though you are from around this place, sconosciuto. Are you perhaps lost, and looking for the city of Roma?”

[cacciatoresergio]

lovingly drags him to bed 8> Caro, caro, caro!

“Ah! Amico--can I assist you with something?”

[cacciatoresergio]

He’s tired. So much more than tired, but there was little he could do about it.

The huntsman rubbed at his eyes, sore and darkened with bags from lack of sleep, releasing a loud, audible yawn that ended with the snap of teeth. When was the last time Sergio had allowed himself a full nights rest?

When was the last time rest ever came easy?

[ofdxlish]

[cacciatoresergio]

[cacciatoresergio]

ofdxlish started following you.

[cacciatoresergio]

humansubtlety said: “Oh, Sergio!” Leonardo totally thought he died.

“Ciao, Leonardo.”

[fasciaxrossa]

“Nessun problema.” Anja liked it when people accepted things from her. And loved it when people accepted one of her pies.

[cacciatoresergio]

“Mi dispiace. How do I.. eat this?” Sergio tilted his head curiously, sniffing at the pie. A life of eating only what one could hunt in the wild made things terribly awkward for him, when it came to such strange gifts.

[fasciaxrossa]

“I baked it. You looked hungry so I’m willing to share a piece.” She held up the piece for him to take. “Don’t worry. It’s not very sweet.”

[cacciatoresergio]

The huntsman huffed and gave a quiet snort through his nose, but in the end he couldn’t refuse. Taking the piece from her hands, Sergio stared at the slice with furrowed brows. “...Grazie.”

[fasciaxrossa]

“Apples.”

[cacciatoresergio]

“Apples?” Sergio squinted, nose wrinkling as he stared down at the pastry in his hands. He was hungry, stomach letting out an audible growl, but he was still hesitant, even suspicious. “..What did you do to it?”

[cacciatoresergio]

thundcrs started following you.

Calloused hands rushed to snatch the hilt of his shortened, chipped blade, teeth flashing with a rumbled, almost feral growl in his throat. Whoever this intruder was, the huntsman wasn’t about to let his guard down.

Even with nothing left to fight for, the follower remained ever loyal to protect the old, crumbling shrines and sacred grounds of his pack.

“Not another step, bastardo! You are trespassing on my territory!”

[fasciaxrossa]

“It’s a pie. Try some.”

[cacciatoresergio]

“..A pie?” He brings the odd pastry to his nose, and gives it a sniff. “..What is it made of?”

[fasciaxrossa]

Gives him some apple pie.

[cacciatoresergio]

“And what is this?”

[cacciatoresergio]