Nebula Gravis
04-07-2012, 02:19 AM
[OOC - Going to change perspective for a bit now to make it fit in with the rest of your writing.]
-Reynard-
Night fell and the air grew cold. His clothes helped keep him warm... That, and the fact that he was still walking. He felt more comfortable at night anyway. The night was his home.
It had taken him three years to find the Undran shard. How long would it take him to find the tomb?! What if it took another three years? Could he bare that again considering how close he had been to giving up already?
In the distance he could see a glow. It must be some kind of dwelling, he thought. Eventually, he came to a small run down town full of misfit characters. Dirty faces to match the dirty buildings. Cold hearts and cold stone walls. The architecture was anything but refined, though even more surprising the lumpy walls and shoddy scaffolding, was that it was all still standing. Indeed, the town was bustling with... Well not exactly life... but it was bustling all the same.
He went to one of the open buildings and asked a heavily cloaked man standing outside where he could find the tavern, or wherever it was that men went to forget themselves.
Mistake.
The man had been seated, not standing. The man was not a human by a long shot either. His hood fell away to show dirty tusks and eyes sunk deep into his skull. Reynard stepped back in shock. Now standing, the creature was twice his size.
A crowd began to gather and someone shouted "You're in for it now, boy!" followed by mad laughter all round. Reynard continued to shrink away.
"Any chance you stood up just to give me directions?" he squeaked.
With a mighty roar, the beast charged.
Slowly Reynard came to. The sun was high in the sky and he was laying on a hard surface. His scarf was missing and he hurt all over. He was a mess. The night slowly came back to him and he sighed.
"I guess I should have seen that coming..."
-Reynard-
Night fell and the air grew cold. His clothes helped keep him warm... That, and the fact that he was still walking. He felt more comfortable at night anyway. The night was his home.
It had taken him three years to find the Undran shard. How long would it take him to find the tomb?! What if it took another three years? Could he bare that again considering how close he had been to giving up already?
In the distance he could see a glow. It must be some kind of dwelling, he thought. Eventually, he came to a small run down town full of misfit characters. Dirty faces to match the dirty buildings. Cold hearts and cold stone walls. The architecture was anything but refined, though even more surprising the lumpy walls and shoddy scaffolding, was that it was all still standing. Indeed, the town was bustling with... Well not exactly life... but it was bustling all the same.
He went to one of the open buildings and asked a heavily cloaked man standing outside where he could find the tavern, or wherever it was that men went to forget themselves.
Mistake.
The man had been seated, not standing. The man was not a human by a long shot either. His hood fell away to show dirty tusks and eyes sunk deep into his skull. Reynard stepped back in shock. Now standing, the creature was twice his size.
A crowd began to gather and someone shouted "You're in for it now, boy!" followed by mad laughter all round. Reynard continued to shrink away.
"Any chance you stood up just to give me directions?" he squeaked.
With a mighty roar, the beast charged.
Slowly Reynard came to. The sun was high in the sky and he was laying on a hard surface. His scarf was missing and he hurt all over. He was a mess. The night slowly came back to him and he sighed.
"I guess I should have seen that coming..."
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