|
Lost
Jan 13, 2008 18:48:33 GMT -5
Post by Azrah on Jan 13, 2008 18:48:33 GMT -5
**Azice fumbled through the woods of northerns mossflower, completely lost, she had been a fool to go wandering out alone after lunch, she only had a large dagger and food for one day with her, and she new naught of where she were, she new ottersfort was west on the shore, but what if she missed it entirely? She new she would have to spend a long while in the woods, at least a day, and with night soon upon her, she had to find a place to sleep, a nice sheltered placed, because she could clearly hear thunder in the distance, and new a storm was coming.**
|
|
|
Lost
Feb 6, 2008 18:31:28 GMT -5
Post by Seor Etal on Feb 6, 2008 18:31:28 GMT -5
**Seor trekked along, fascinated by the beauty of her surroundings. Although she had lived an enormous amount of her life in the Mossflower Woods, she had never known it as this, for the otter had never left there before. Still entranced, Seor walked on, ignoring the fact that she was venturing farther and farther away from Otter's Holt. Caught by the beauty of Mother Nature, she found herself drawing towards the deepest recess of thought. Suddenly, Seor's footpaws caught the protruding roots of a large tree. She stumbled, and nearly fell, but she manged to grab onto the tree before her balance could overtake her. Awaken fully now, she looked around her in despair, cursing herself to be so careless and getting lost like so on her first day at Otter's Holt. Trying not to panic, which was getting hard to control every second, she looked around herself, drawing in her surroundings. She was at the edge of a clearing, that had a tiny pond near the middle, and had flowers growing near her. If she wasn't in the situation that she was in now, Seor would have definately gone and explored her surroundings, along with amazing herself with the flowers. But no time for that now, because Seor was lost. The otter was ashamed of herself. She knew that she had been bred in the Mossflower Woods, but even though she hoped it were not so, this part of the woods was a mystery for her. The otter listened on intently, hoping to hear some kind of noise. In fact, she did. Far away, she heard the soft trekk of footpaws; drawing out her sword, she followed the sound as quietly as she could. In front of Seor, she could now catch glimpse of something blurry, which was definately not a tree. Another creature, undoubtly she thought. Friend or foe? She had no idea. Gripping her sword tightly, she managed to hide behind the tree and watch the creature. Seor percieved that the creature looked quite friendly, holding only a large dagger and a sack, probably for provisions. Deciding to take the risk, Seor stepped out of her hiding place and smiled jovially.** Hey there mate! Be ya friend or foe?
|
|