08-31-2017, 10:11 PM
camlin
It's always the same, I'm running towards nothing again
The autumn air draws him away from the quiet of the mountains and the solitude that shrink wraps around every creature. He is not sure why he returns but shakes off the heaviness of the thoughts so he may enjoy the feel of cold, cold air filling his lungs, savoring the way it burns when he holds it for just a moment too long. Beqanna had changed in structure but the smells, the horses...they were the same.
Heavy hooves begin to move the tall male, small feathers at his hocks waving like tiny flags as the darkness of his brow hide his green gaze. He is just a man returning to the place of his birth, to look for familiar faces. He is not sure how interested he is to learn of his families whereabouts or to cultivate new relationships with the current residents but Cam would at least attempt to try.
Small plumes curl at his nostrils, the edges of his lips, giving him the likeliness of a loudly painted dragon. Comical in his mind's eye but his sharp gaze would deter any from actually expressing this ideology. The pied creature finds a place among the blaze of autumn leaves to rest a moment, the length of his knotted tail cracking against the last few swaths of insects that attempt to nibble at his tender parts.
Heavy hooves begin to move the tall male, small feathers at his hocks waving like tiny flags as the darkness of his brow hide his green gaze. He is just a man returning to the place of his birth, to look for familiar faces. He is not sure how interested he is to learn of his families whereabouts or to cultivate new relationships with the current residents but Cam would at least attempt to try.
Small plumes curl at his nostrils, the edges of his lips, giving him the likeliness of a loudly painted dragon. Comical in his mind's eye but his sharp gaze would deter any from actually expressing this ideology. The pied creature finds a place among the blaze of autumn leaves to rest a moment, the length of his knotted tail cracking against the last few swaths of insects that attempt to nibble at his tender parts.