chill of the morning creeps into his lungs, threading through his thick winter coat like a lover's touch. bracken and detritus liter the forest floor, moss hardened with hoarfrost and soft feathering blanket of snow as it drifts through the canopy above.
the druid moves through the forest; a phantom, a wraith. singular eye intense as it takes in his path ahead, black leathery nostrils flaring as he takes in the scents. analyzing.
bellowing call of elk gives him pause, steps halting, hairs along his nape bristling. close but not close enough that nyktos felt the immediate threat of its presence. even so, shiver slithers its way along his spine as he keeps pressing forward.
the druid moves through the forest; a phantom, a wraith. singular eye intense as it takes in his path ahead, black leathery nostrils flaring as he takes in the scents. analyzing.
bellowing call of elk gives him pause, steps halting, hairs along his nape bristling. close but not close enough that nyktos felt the immediate threat of its presence. even so, shiver slithers its way along his spine as he keeps pressing forward.
December 06, 2025, 03:43 PM
long, rangy legs carry the miscreant from the coast and into the depths of the hinterlands.
blood fresh on his maw from a kill only minutes earlier, a beady crimson that whelps in thick globules. his tongue snakes out across his muzzle to cleanse it, though what has dried remains; crusting and stinking.
crowell has been on his own for months now. memories of @Chani and how she had disappeared over the cliff haunting, plaguing. a fate that was grim; and he thought her rotten for it. selfish. to kill herself and take his children with her.
at the thought, his yellowed and chipped teeth sneer out from beneath blackened lips that pull taut. his gaunt frame presses up against a nearby tree as he slows, inhaling thick and labored breaths. the cold smoke of his breathing frigid and visible in the surroundings.
when he hears the crunch of frost underfoot, his sulfuric gaze jerks upwards. how long had it been since he had company?
blood fresh on his maw from a kill only minutes earlier, a beady crimson that whelps in thick globules. his tongue snakes out across his muzzle to cleanse it, though what has dried remains; crusting and stinking.
crowell has been on his own for months now. memories of @Chani and how she had disappeared over the cliff haunting, plaguing. a fate that was grim; and he thought her rotten for it. selfish. to kill herself and take his children with her.
at the thought, his yellowed and chipped teeth sneer out from beneath blackened lips that pull taut. his gaunt frame presses up against a nearby tree as he slows, inhaling thick and labored breaths. the cold smoke of his breathing frigid and visible in the surroundings.
when he hears the crunch of frost underfoot, his sulfuric gaze jerks upwards. how long had it been since he had company?
December 07, 2025, 07:54 AM
spirits writhe in the frostladden forest, slithering along the trees, nipping at his heels like hungry hellhounds. the dreadfather keeps a keen eye on him even here, even far from his father. the purpose of taking his eye so long ago: an eye for an eye.
footfalls draw nyktos out of his reverie, half expecting to find his father having shadowed him. lift of chin, an appraisal of jack-o-lantern gaze. a soft inhale, trying to decipher the scent. unfamiliar.
footfalls draw nyktos out of his reverie, half expecting to find his father having shadowed him. lift of chin, an appraisal of jack-o-lantern gaze. a soft inhale, trying to decipher the scent. unfamiliar.
hail stranger.
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