The Tangle from the heart of the universe

for @Astraeus

the tangle leaves something of a bitter taste in his mouth as he traverses carefully thru the thick thorn barbed vines; epitome of the territory’s namesake. an unfriendly and merciless labyrinth where each twist was a thorn at one’s throat. what happened to the unfortunate and unlucky bastards caught in the bowels of the naturemade maze are better left to the more superstitious. though he’s settled on stavanger bay — and it’s neighboring sentinels for hunting grounds being a territorial ass as he was — wintersbane knows that recruitment involved travel.

this wasn’t his first rodeo, nor attempt.

now, however, he is more ironclad in his determination; holding his goals close to his scarred chest so he was always reminded of why he sought to stake a claim upon these wilds.

the dawn light spreads a golden hue upon the deadly labyrinth; a witchtrick. in this favorable light the tangle doesn’t look half as menacing and he trudges forward, shrugging through spindly underbrush with the intention of clearing it. after all, he doubts he’ll find recruitment potential lurking within the maze.