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Post by Gaulwin on Aug 17, 2014 23:26:30 GMT -6
A horned figure walked through the woods, illuminating his way through the dark with a dim lantern. Arriving at a clearing, he gazed up to the moon longingly, as if in private conversation with the far-off satellite. The goat hung his lantern on a nearby branch (being careful as to leave room for the fire to breathe without setting the foliage ablaze). Though he would admit that maneuvering through the forest was a pain due to his horns, that didn't make him love it any less - nor did it drive him to shift his form.
Gaulwin sat down in the dry grass and took a few breaths to himself. The silver light shone cold, and swept across his old, brown standard issue cloak. The only person who would have worn the same one most likely sold it off long ago, as a method of shedding the past. His days on his home mountain had come to an end over a year ago, but his new life was much, much better. Far more satisfying, and enriched with new experiences. He gazed down at the leather bands on his wrist. 'Shackles?' The word rung through his head from earlier in the day - it was a question that had stuck to his brain like particularly stubborn tree sap.
"These are no shackles. A nomad is free." He laughed quietly to himself, and turned his gaze back up to the moon, which well into its waning phase and growing old. Perhaps in a while he'd go plan out his new campsite, but for now, he would sit and enjoy.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Sept 8, 2014 14:08:27 GMT -6
Ashen watched as gaulwin say and enjoyed the moonlit, she was high in a tree enjoying the moon itself. Her face and wrist still sore from her fight with a drunk barbarian in the tavern.
She wanted to say hello, the only time she had ever really talked with him was her first encounter with fallen, and she hadn't seen the goat since then. Staying quite she leaned back on the tree looking up at the moon. It was full, bright and memorizing. No wonder the little goat liked it here, it was peaceful.
She decided besides her wishes she would remain quite, if it was fate that they talked today, then they would. Perhaps for now she would enjoy the silence.
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Post by Kabal Tradewinds on Sept 10, 2014 0:02:11 GMT -6
Yet another soul was awake in the forest that night, Kabal being the best navigator was lost in the jungle that is Pan'ti. Torch held high he called.
"Hellllooo??" he gripped his scabbard with his left hand, a technique to draw faster that he had been taught while on this travels. "I somewhat see a flame, is anyone there?" he beckoned.
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