08-03-2021, 12:16 PM
for @Tiberius
Hrafnsvaktin was quiet today, inside and out. The suneater moved along the borders like a dark blot against the fog that lingered in the lowland beneath the mountain. It was a meandering path that didn’t quite stick to their true borderland, but those minute deviations would not stop him from marking and plotting signs that they existed in the area.
Those that did actually reach their true border would always be in for a surprise, presuming that they were found. He had noticed at times this happened without knowledge, but even that was to be expected—even he had tempted fate himself a time or two, if not many more. Even the forests that were fastened close and tight to the rocky outcroppings and slow rise of the monolithic mountain provided advantageous cover to those who could utilize it properly; he was certain he felt eyes on him here, though for all he knew it was the ravens that followed along from time to time.
Ahead of him, a stone cropping jutted from the ground.
He scaled it with relative ease, his hulking form cresting to stand at its worn down peak to survey how the path ahead dipped through the forest naturally. It was a crossroads he had come to a time or two before, only a mile or so beyond Hrafnsvaktin proper, where one path went back towards the border proper and the other went towards a narrow brook from which he could quench a budding thirst. The fog didn’t give him clear line of sight, however, and he debated which would be the wiser course of action.
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