When the itch had become unbearable, he had broke away from the confines of Moonspear for different views. Having set out following the curbe of the nountains between the expansive wilderness and the hinterland, he had dipped through narrow valley and open field alike. A nap mid-morning stole away time from his late hour departure; upon awakening the sun sat high in the sky with blooming clouds in the far west. It would not have surprised him if it snowed more come evening as such was typical of the season, though for now his attention turned to the forests that lay ahead.
In the shadowy cover of canopy within the weald the pallor sank in, leaving Dirge to stand out in his more vibrant autumnal hues. A chill hung in the air there, the shade offered little in the way of meltage but plenty of shelter. Dampness was a heavy taste and smell, the loam beneath what snow pack he travelled over reminded him more of winter in the mountains of home. The void of activity was refreshing as he delved deeper into his explorations, careful not to overturn himself on hazards tucked away in the weary ferns; lazy songbirds chirpped intermittently overhead as he slunk by.
This place he thought would do for an overnight he thought. He wouldn't dare be gone too long from Moonspear, knowing well winter was not quite over. Going back to the odds of having an empty belly far more frequently than a full one did not interest him, nor did breaking his word that he would see winter through with them. But the escape, the break from the monotony he had resigned himself to had become a dire necessity punctuated by the growing indifference he had as of late. He cared little for the tension mounting back there, still keeping himself as far from it as he possibility could. But the murmurs were still there, the little snippets Hydra divulged to him filling in gaps—it was an interesting turn of events if nothing else. Pausing to hover and run his nose along a fallen log, Dirge expelled all those intrusions in a breathy snort, still content he was alone for now.
In the shadowy cover of canopy within the weald the pallor sank in, leaving Dirge to stand out in his more vibrant autumnal hues. A chill hung in the air there, the shade offered little in the way of meltage but plenty of shelter. Dampness was a heavy taste and smell, the loam beneath what snow pack he travelled over reminded him more of winter in the mountains of home. The void of activity was refreshing as he delved deeper into his explorations, careful not to overturn himself on hazards tucked away in the weary ferns; lazy songbirds chirpped intermittently overhead as he slunk by.
This place he thought would do for an overnight he thought. He wouldn't dare be gone too long from Moonspear, knowing well winter was not quite over. Going back to the odds of having an empty belly far more frequently than a full one did not interest him, nor did breaking his word that he would see winter through with them. But the escape, the break from the monotony he had resigned himself to had become a dire necessity punctuated by the growing indifference he had as of late. He cared little for the tension mounting back there, still keeping himself as far from it as he possibility could. But the murmurs were still there, the little snippets Hydra divulged to him filling in gaps—it was an interesting turn of events if nothing else. Pausing to hover and run his nose along a fallen log, Dirge expelled all those intrusions in a breathy snort, still content he was alone for now.
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when the night was full of terrors - by Dirge - January 22, 2018, 08:41 PM
RE: when the night was full of terrors - by Sara - January 26, 2018, 06:06 PM
RE: when the night was full of terrors - by Dirge - January 28, 2018, 03:49 PM