Lurking shadow

"Baltasar and I created Il Lupo. He dresses as his enemy. Wields their intricate weapons. Uses their techniques. Effective, if not perfect, imitations." - Fiora Cavazza || Independent Il Lupo RP blog ||

[imahyperlover]

il lupo

[prowlingwolf]

A rainy day

[favilla-aquila]

The vulture didn’t necessarily reject him, just felt they should get out of the rain. She reached the alley, her feet carrying her swiftly across the wet stones. She’d look behind her every once in a while to see if he was still there, if he wasn’t, there wasn’t much she could do about it. Constantly looking around she as walked before she spotted something familiar.

She sprinted forward, eager to get out of the rain, when her footing slipped, causing her to fall. She kicked off with her solid foot, her claws scratching the wet stones as she slid, bringing her to a halt sooner and softer then if she didn’t have them. Pulling herself to sit up, then stand she dusted off what she could. “Note to self: Never sprint in the rain.” She spoke mostly to herself. She looked over at him, gave a soft smile then turned to gesture to the overhang she spoke of. It was a big enough one to shelter both without them being cramped.

[prowlingwolf]

Il Lupo followed her.

She sure was an interesting woman and it would be a shame loosing track on her this early.

She looked around and the wolf could only guess which shelter she was leading to.He knew a few around, which suited their need. Maybe she had something else in mind.

The woman suddenly started to run and Lupo could tell it was a bad idea. He wasn't suprised as she slipped, but was too far away to prevent it or help her anyway. He simply smiled, as she looked back at him, and hastened his steps.

He seemed relieved, as he saw the shelter and hurried to reach it.

[imahyperlover]

The Prowler - Il Lupo

[nyiro]

[nyiro]

[prowlingwolf]

A rainy day

[favilla-aquila]

The vulture tossed the apple in her hand, moving and tucking it away in a pouch on her hip. “I say we find shelter first.” She said, looking around, her claws clicking together from habit. Avis knew a place, the building had a good sized over hang and could shelter them from the rain. Though the quickest way there was to climb and like hell this bird was doing that in the rain, she was smarter then that. She lifted her clawed hand, bringing her index claw to tap her chin, mentally mapping out the way to that destination without using the rooftops. Pale purple eyes found a break in the buildings, leading in the same direction she wanted to go. “I know a place, this way.” She said, turning to the stranger, taking a step towards the space between buildings.

[prowlingwolf]

"A shelter sounds wonderful." He stated and took the rejection calmly.

A weird metallic sound reached him and he discovered the weird claw that was her left hand. He was suprised, since he hadn't seen something like that before. But, well, a girl has to defend herself and that was at least more elegant than carrying a sword around.

He slowly shook his head and decided to follow her into the alleý she had been pointing at. This really was a weird day to stay outside.

[nyiro]

[novizio-blog]

[prowlingwolf]

A rainy day

[favilla-aquila]

Avis had been out, searching for her next meal in hopes of getting a good one without being detected. She smaller woman was light on her feet until the rain came, her cover was scattered so she settled for snatching an apple from a merchant while his back was turned. She always opted to take one of something when there was plenty of it and one would be seen as missing. She lifted the fruit to her lips, preparing to take a bite as she seeked shelter from this rain. The thief wasn’t watching where she was going, nearly bumping into someone. Hearing them apologize she turned to face them…him. She had to look up a bit, lavender eyes trying to figure out where she’d seen this figure before. “No, I should have been watching where I was going.” She said quickly, the fruit forgotten in her hand, her other, clawed hand was behind her back, out of view.

[prowlingwolf]

"No, no, signora, it's not your fault." The Prowler cracked a smile under his hood as he faced the clearly unfamiliar woman infront of him. "I wasn't watching my steps, either." He had been mistaken, as he thought he knew her, from a first glance.

Il Lupo could tell she was exercised in fighting, judging on her slim, trained figure. Her eyecolor seemed kind of odd. He thought it was a shade of greyish blue first, but he was mistaken. It actually seemed purple.

"Maybe we should search for a shelter?" he then offered and, as he saw the apple in her hand. "Or... would you like to go out for a meal?" It was lunchtime after all. Asking her felt weird nonetheless. They were strangers after all, but the wolf decided to drop his task for today and he could clearly need some company. Even it was from a thief, because she surely looked like one.

[animus3pointo]

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[prowlingwolf]

The Prowler tilted his head. "Il Lupo" he then stated without hesitation.

[susurrimortis-blog]

prowlingwolf attracted the Eagle

[susurrimortis-blog]

Blue eyes surveyed from the rooftops, and the man found himself situated in a shadow from the chimneys, intent on hiding from the guards as he sat upon the roof. It was the same as any other night, and for the most part it was rather uneventful as a whole.

Not that he was complaining. 

It was with a heavy frown that he picked himself up, and was quick to scale down the building, bracing himself as he dropped to the street, eyes quick to dart around before he moved off. They’d been too quiet lately, and he was being unnerved by that fact, by the silence he heard from his shadows, from his contacts even.

But his feet took him down familiar pathways, and the black robes, accented with crimson, helped him to maintain close to his shadows. A shake of his head, “You’d think it was over, the way this silence persists,” He spoke to no one in particular. He felt others close to him, around him, and that sense pricked here and there, but it wasn’t something to concern him. He had his sword on him if it was needed.

It wasn’t until he scaled a building further off, pulling himself onto the roof, that he paused, looking to the other up there, and a faint sound was there, almost a swear, “I…don’t suppose you’re up here for the exercise, are you?” He offered, blues eyes looking up to the other calmly.

[prowlingwolf]

Il Lupo rested hidden on a rooftop that day. It was rather boring, since he had nothing to do since days. He still waited for a new order, but Cesare kept him waiting and Cesare streched his patience. He would rather do something boring like tracing some targets, than nothing at all. He even laid down and let the warm sun shine on his rather pale skin, allowing himself to relax, until he heard someone climb up the building. The Prowler sat up startled immediatly and even got on his feet. So he might looked kind of alerted as the other man reached the rooftop and the Prowler faced him doubtfully. It was an unfamiliar face looking at him. But he seemed too calm for being an ordinary pedestrian, who just tried something strange, too.

"Neither are you." He answered in a similiar way and pondered if it was necessary to draw his weapon.

[novizio-blog]

[prowlingwolf]

A rainy day

The streets were soaked.

The rain came without a warning and the overcrowded marketplace seemed almost abandoned now. Even the mercants began packing there goods. It had now use to wait for a trespasser to come by. Il Lupo would rather leave, too, and make himself comfortable infront of a fireplace. But, of course, he couldn't and had to fulfill a duty instead. He would drop it, though, if it didn't stop raining soon. Running on rooftops wasn't the best idea, when the tiles were slippery like this. The Prowler nearly stumpled into a passenger, as he was lost in his thoughts. "Mi dispiace!" He quickly apologised and blinked in confusion, as he faced the woman. He could swear he had seen her somewhere before.

[malfattoildottore]

Undoing the man’s garments came next on his list of priorities, and he was grateful the man started to do that. After exposing the wound, he examined the area closely, careful not to touch it too much as to cause the other unnecessary pain. It was hard to tell from the surface alone whether the arrow had punctured any vital organs. So without much else to go on, he drew from observation: The patient looked to have been wounded for a while, and did not appear to cough up any blood. The doctor continued to speak to Lupo, though he understood the man was not in a talking mood. “It seems you aren’t hemorrhaging internally, so I do not think you will die tonight.”

Malfatto then reached into his side pouch and pulled out another cloth, as well as a small bottle of dark liquid used to disinfect. Most likely wine. He swiftly covered the rag in said dark liquid and gently cleaned around the wound, knowing the liquid might cause it to sting. Or at least sting a lot worse than when he pressed into it earlier. On top of that, he balled up a corner of the rag to use as a temporary plug until a more permanent solution to stop the bleeding could be employed.

After plugging up the wound, he paused, and looked around for kindling to start a fire. Things like leaves, twigs, and stones to keep it contained. Once he gathered these items, he produced flint and steel from his side bag and proceeded to make said fire. An unusual-looking act on a day such as this, unless the other knew the fire’s intended purpose.

[prowlingwolf]

"Good!" Lupo nearly snarled as this actually good message.

The dottore should better hurry or he might lose the will to spare him this night. He already felt uneasy enough. No one should see him vulnerable like this..

The wolf winced as Malfatto pressed the rag into his wound. It stinged badly, but he didn't let out a loud. He just wriggled a bit, until it was better and rests on his arms, as the dottore started to fan the flame on his improvised fireplace. It took a moment, until Lupo figured out what the dottore intended to do and then let out a defeated sigh.

He hoped there would be a better way than cauterization.

He clenched his teeth, this would hurt for sure.

[prowlingwolf]

Um, do you think that maybe, possibly, I could get an rp? When you have an opening of course.

((Of course! I may need some time to answer you, tho. I’m currently stressed with a project for design classes hfff u.u

Did you have a plot in mind?))

[nyiro]

Il Lupo wallpaper - 1366x768

shitty wallpaper is shitty… I need some motivation to make better graphics ;_;

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