02-20-2018, 08:05 PM
Durotan
What did he expect? The meadow is a known recruiting land, all the loners wandered the area. Although he waited and expected another to visit him, he did not think it would be so soon. He slightly regretted the decision to be in the open, he remembered how he enjoyed the silence. Another with a similar stature to his own approached, he gave a respectful distance between the two before offering a greeting.
Duro gave a small snort before responding I suppose it is he retorted, an autumn day. The season where babies are made, where all the horses go crazy on there hormones, and some regretting there decisions come winter. He took a deep breath, attempting to enjoy the beautiful smell before it is tainted with that of the others clashing amongst each other. What brings you out here? he decides to entertain the conversation, in an attempt to remove himself from the isolation he created.
He allowed his left back leg to rest, his right leg holding all of his weight. His tone wasn't of the most pleasant, so he tried to have his body show some form of friendship. The names Durotan, what do they call you? a final attempt in the conversation. He was curious to where the lad lived, Durotan was no stranger to Beqanna, he did not know much of the new kingdoms, he was curious if any of his Tundra members were still around, if they had found a new kingdom to call there own. Durotan pushed the thoughts from his mind and moved his gaze to meet that of the stranger, he had his attention now.
Duro gave a small snort before responding I suppose it is he retorted, an autumn day. The season where babies are made, where all the horses go crazy on there hormones, and some regretting there decisions come winter. He took a deep breath, attempting to enjoy the beautiful smell before it is tainted with that of the others clashing amongst each other. What brings you out here? he decides to entertain the conversation, in an attempt to remove himself from the isolation he created.
He allowed his left back leg to rest, his right leg holding all of his weight. His tone wasn't of the most pleasant, so he tried to have his body show some form of friendship. The names Durotan, what do they call you? a final attempt in the conversation. He was curious to where the lad lived, Durotan was no stranger to Beqanna, he did not know much of the new kingdoms, he was curious if any of his Tundra members were still around, if they had found a new kingdom to call there own. Durotan pushed the thoughts from his mind and moved his gaze to meet that of the stranger, he had his attention now.
Don't Let Go
@[Ardashir]