It was actually Jormag’s favorite time of the day, as he could enjoy the scenery at his own leisure while some creatures closed their eyes to sleep and others woke up to cease the night. Feeling particularly energetic on this early evening the dark male pulled himself upwards. After a yawn and a short stretch he blinked his eyes while thinking adventurously; “Another chance to conquer the world”. A subtle grin curled around the corners of his mouth as his golden eyes twinkled with a newfound amusement.
New to these unclaimed and expanding landscapes, Jormag already found himself a suitable challenge as he peered thirsty towards the shores of Arrow Lake. His tongue flickered out as he licked his leathery lips, already imagine the taste of the water. But before he could reach the safety of the shores he stood in front of a new challenge; how to get there? Was it truly a marvelous droplet of water or was it a poisonous treachery that lured him in like a curious cat?