August 06, 2020, 03:02 PM
He is pleased to have come away from Ursus better than when he'd found it, with at least one benefit being a friend such as Merrick. He would miss prowling the meadow with the shadow, or harassing the neighbors, and certainly would miss the fine flavor of violence within everything they shared; perhaps once settled, he would bring Merrick up to his mountain for a hunt. They could shred something to pieces like old times.
With a final nod, he moves to leave — crossing that boundary of the valley and heading to the sprawling meadow, then the mountain beyond.
With a final nod, he moves to leave — crossing that boundary of the valley and heading to the sprawling meadow, then the mountain beyond.
The woods have always been filled with these soft doe-eyed things;
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.
I have always been the huntsman. ⤑
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Arms raised to the stars, begging them to listen. - by Revui (Ghost) - July 20, 2020, 01:17 AM
RE: Arms raised to the stars, begging them to listen. - by Merrick - August 02, 2020, 11:08 PM
RE: Arms raised to the stars, begging them to listen. - by Revui (Ghost) - August 04, 2020, 01:47 PM
RE: Arms raised to the stars, begging them to listen. - by Merrick - August 06, 2020, 10:37 AM
RE: Arms raised to the stars, begging them to listen. - by Revui (Ghost) - August 06, 2020, 12:46 PM
RE: Arms raised to the stars, begging them to listen. - by Merrick - August 06, 2020, 02:47 PM
RE: Arms raised to the stars, begging them to listen. - by Revui (Ghost) - August 06, 2020, 03:02 PM
RE: Arms raised to the stars, begging them to listen. - by Merrick - August 06, 2020, 03:05 PM