The Temple of Artemis(Pre-Event/Intro Thread)

[Clownpiece]

The spirit had now wandered off, perhaps to greet new people to aid him, leaving Somerled back with his own thoughts. Somewhere in his mind, the weather spirit knew he should probably calm his shit, as running into this all pumped up on anticipation was bound to get him killed. Of course, this shining, reasonable part of his mind was hidden by a great dark stormcloud of complete and utter elation. If he had been able to actually voice any of the myriad of thoughts rambling about his mind at warp speed, then he would have been the biggest motormouth the world could have ever seen. As it was, however, his vocalization was purely body language, and he shook like a hypothermic chihuahua.

Storms always die, and the one blocking his reason was no exception. Warmth bumped into his back, causing his vision to shift forward suddenly and unexpectedly. Somerled’s foot shot out, slamming into the ground much harder than he meant for it to, and his vision ceased its swaying. His mind raced for possibilities. Was a bump like that an attack, like a full on tackle? Simply a trip? Not paying attention?

"Pardon that, I lost my balance... thanks for stopping me, I hope I didn't cause any trouble?"

A polite voice reached Somerled’s ears as he spun on his heels, quickly facing the one who bounced off his back. His eyes met, the bowed form of a wolf woman? Who also appeared to be dressed in something similar to a shrine maiden’s garb. Her unexpected appearances left the monster staring blankly, which did not change upon her rising out of her apologetic bow. In fact, that may have made everything worse, as the red markings across her form now became readily apparent to him.

“Um...” was all he managed to eke out at first. He thought that he, being a monster that had lived to the information era, who had met, killed, and eaten many weird things in his life, would have been a lot more prepared for the strange things he would see here. He had thought oh so wrong. “It was no trouble at all.” Unsure of exactly how to best react to this, Somerled defaulted to ‘extremely polite,’ a friendly smile on his face, though perhaps too late for the shift to seem ‘natural.’

He bowed deeply, knowing his posture was stale from far too much time away from Japan, but hoping that this would suffice anyway. Hell, at this point, he wasn’t even sure this was the proper way to introduce yourself. “Hello, my name is Somerled Murdoch. Pleased to meet you.”