08-03-2021, 05:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-18-2021, 11:17 PM by Aso. Edited 2 times in total.)
High upon Hrafnsvaktin, he lurked.
The wind whipped against his thick scruff, daring to tangle the mess of fur along his shoulders as he moved against it. The chill up here was hospitable to him, the climate one that he had endured even on the worst of days thus far. It was peaceful up there despite being devoid of forestry—there was nothing along these higher reaches than open shale and mixed stones, evidence here that at one point or another even the the earth itself had given way to smother all beneath it.
At the height of summer, such stones were exposed and beneath the early morning light some glimmered as he passed them by. Far from gemstones or anything of significance, though they were some of the stones that the ravens would pick up and share. Today the wind was ill-favored for them, though distantly he heard their calls from below, their little cacophony of chatter that he hardly understood but knew enough to know they were not raising an alarm.
The suneater came to a natural stopping point after some time, a cliff that jutted out over the fog bank of the forest below, where dawn’s light did not quite reach for the shadow of the crag. His gaze scanned over what he could see—treetops, lower juts of stone—before reclining to his haunches and letting his gaze take notice of the few clouds that blotted the pastel sky. With no telling what the day would bring, he pondered seeking out @Stjörnuáti for ideas… but the day was still young, and there was still time for solitude left on his plate.
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The wind whipped against his thick scruff, daring to tangle the mess of fur along his shoulders as he moved against it. The chill up here was hospitable to him, the climate one that he had endured even on the worst of days thus far. It was peaceful up there despite being devoid of forestry—there was nothing along these higher reaches than open shale and mixed stones, evidence here that at one point or another even the the earth itself had given way to smother all beneath it.
At the height of summer, such stones were exposed and beneath the early morning light some glimmered as he passed them by. Far from gemstones or anything of significance, though they were some of the stones that the ravens would pick up and share. Today the wind was ill-favored for them, though distantly he heard their calls from below, their little cacophony of chatter that he hardly understood but knew enough to know they were not raising an alarm.
The suneater came to a natural stopping point after some time, a cliff that jutted out over the fog bank of the forest below, where dawn’s light did not quite reach for the shadow of the crag. His gaze scanned over what he could see—treetops, lower juts of stone—before reclining to his haunches and letting his gaze take notice of the few clouds that blotted the pastel sky. With no telling what the day would bring, he pondered seeking out @Stjörnuáti for ideas… but the day was still young, and there was still time for solitude left on his plate.
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