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Post by Darkrise on May 25, 2017 15:34:41 GMT -6
Silence like a cancer growsA private rp between Syidae (Scout) and Alcippe (Raider)
Set in the months before the Trespasser and its crew leave for the events of Chapter 3 Time: Late evening Weather: Fairly clear, chilly night
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Post by Darkrise on May 25, 2017 15:42:05 GMT -6
Fresh from the day’s scouting adventures Syidae returned to the main encampment of the Ghosthold, nose numb from the biting cold and hooves dragging just slightly in the frozen earth. At least being greeted by the glowing lights and low din of the camp was enough to battle the icy chill that threatened to consume her entire form. If there was one thing that Syidae could not get used to about the Ghosthold it was bitter temperatures that sought to freeze skin from bone.
Hues of gold and orange danced upon the grey and brown earth, the flickering lanterns and lamps casting soft light around the Bloody Flank dwelling. Night time was be far Ida’s preferred time of day, the way the moon shimmered gracefully atop the water and the liveliness of the camp as her clan mates settled in for the evening, it made the young femme feel at home in a way she never had with her parents. The unwanted memories dragged themselves to the forefront of her mind, causing her to snort in irritation and toss her scarred head, pale curly locks cascading around her. She needed a drink to warm her soul.
Ducking into one of the many wooden structures that littered the Ghosthold the hum of merriment and cheer graced her await audits, a lullaby to calm any anxiety. It didn’t matter that Ida went to sit on her own, settling in the corned with a small drink her gaze ever watchful. She didn’t need anyone’s attention to feel like she belonged, not of course that she didn’t welcome the chance to converse with another after her long day of solitary scouting. Merely that she was contented to sit and watch as older Flanks regaled younger members with stories of bygone battles or raiding parties shared drinks together.
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