Snippet #2381053

He frowned and looked around, his face betraying his confusion. It would seem he was lost... Again. For some reason this happened quite often, even after living here for seven years, the whole of his life. Well, the bit he remembered anyway. Naturally he'd been alive before then.. Right? Sure. He sighed and rubbed his head. All this thinking was making his head throb. His brain was lazy like that, always throwing a fit if he thought about something to much. Oh well, he'd just have to find a way back to town, or something.

He found a decent tree to climb, having no problem seeing by moonlight, and before long was sitting on the highest branch he felt would hold him without breaking and letting him plummet to an early grave. Trees could be rude like that. He smiled and drank in the sight, the smell of the wind. It just didn't feel right, being so close to the ground. But, hold on, he smelled wolves. Well, that wasn't a really big deal, there were lots of wolves out here, so he ignored it. After a minute or two, he found a way to get back to town and made for it, climbing down at a slower pace than up.

He frowned, some scent playing his nose. It smelled like a wolf, an angry one at that. He stepped off the road and skirted around the angry wolf, and came back to the road when a little closer to town. "I'd hate to meet the guy who pissed him off." He muttered.
Sure as sin, that's exactly what happened, as he bumped into a man, dressed in black, with black hair, in the black of night. Soul didn't know this person in the least, so he did the natural thing. He went up to this man, waved to catch his eye, grinned and said "Hello!"