35th Day of Winter, 509 AV.
Calovan walked around the city, still taking in all of the sights for the day. Amazingly, he'd lived near Syliras for ten years, and had never gone too far into the city limits. Having been a hunter and a scout for almost half of his life, he understood nature and animals better than social etiquette. His ragged clothes- which could barely be called that, since they enveloped him like a shroud, as though he were waiting to disrobe at any moment- stood out slightly amongst the finery present in this region of Syliras.
He'd come here to see if he could find a bondmate worth his time, but no such luck. Every potential master or mistress for miles around seemed to be exactly the same- too prim and proper to actually be considered worthy. He wanted someone, yes, but he wanted them to be strong. Being bound to one so dull and lifeless as an aristocrat would waste his life, which he had already spent half of in adolescence.
Sighing, he began to come to the realization that he couldn't be so picky if he ever hoped to find a bondmate. He liked his independence, but he wanted to have someone that could actually use his skills. So far, he'd made do with temporary jobs with hunting parties and the like, but they had bored him to tears after the first few years of monotony.
His dark eyes scanned the crowds and he straightened himself out, moving out of the way of others while searching for someone that could need him. If he found someone, he'd evaluate them and see if they were worth the trouble. If not, he'd simply return to the forests and try again later.