No matter how much Helios' restless mind wanders in circles debating past actions, he can do nothing but accept the circumstances. He traveled the road less certain, and now the raven boy stands before a wall. Is he to go over it? Power through it? Go around? Turn back? No, no. Certainly not turn back. Would any of them accept him, having made his choice?
Out here, he feels alone. His body aches, his stomach rumbles for food. No one ever quite taught him the art of hunting. What he does know are the basics of plants; what to avoid, what may be useful. The garden and teachings of Sherigrim ended up being great information. Only, the raven boy's stomach won't fill on vegetation. He wanders—keeping in the shadows and low towards the ground—in search of yet another creature for a fruitless attempt at hunting.
Out here, he feels alone. His body aches, his stomach rumbles for food. No one ever quite taught him the art of hunting. What he does know are the basics of plants; what to avoid, what may be useful. The garden and teachings of Sherigrim ended up being great information. Only, the raven boy's stomach won't fill on vegetation. He wanders—keeping in the shadows and low towards the ground—in search of yet another creature for a fruitless attempt at hunting.
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I'm a stray dog sick - by Helios - July 06, 2019, 12:25 PM
RE: I'm a stray dog sick - by Priest - July 10, 2019, 10:26 AM