Stone Circle the one minute. the soldier's minute.

the chill in the air, the coming months bring with it a sort of unbridled excitement in ingram. and only because it meant it would be ... easier ... to add to his threadbone collection.

more carcasses from prey that met unfortunate ends! unable to survive the harsh wintermonths.

already, he feels the calling.

to spill his bones upon the hoarfrost ground and lose himself in what they whisper to him.

an itch — narcissistic and even masochistic! — to read his own future; wanting to know what paths they might whisper for him.

but he resists! for the moment, at least.

instead, he aims to burn that desire and energy off upon the borders; sweeping along them like a cloaked assassin.