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10-29-2012, 04:13 PM
The savage spoke no more. Fuzzy lobes perked in the direction of her liege as his message was given to the battered crowd, and her blood-spattered face showed no emotion. When his voice died out, brown orbs glanced around the many faces, some familiar and most foreign. Others spoke, but she did not stand around to converse with them. Turning around slowly, she strode away from the crowd and up a rocky hillside to seek cover under some old pines. There, she would allow herself some rest and be consumed by her beloved solitude once more.
The dwarven steed was silent, for inside him roamed a sea of different emotions. He felt the exhaustion suddenly and yawned as Mauja finished his speech. Looking around, he could not gather his thoughts enough to join a conversation, could not keep his eyes open. Limping slowly, he moved for what seemed to be miles but was more like a couple of yards, to a small cave that could provide him shelter from the raging elements. There, he lay down on the rocky ground, quite uncomfortable but too tired to notice. Before long, sleep had consumed him and he dozed off into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
The dwarven steed was silent, for inside him roamed a sea of different emotions. He felt the exhaustion suddenly and yawned as Mauja finished his speech. Looking around, he could not gather his thoughts enough to join a conversation, could not keep his eyes open. Limping slowly, he moved for what seemed to be miles but was more like a couple of yards, to a small cave that could provide him shelter from the raging elements. There, he lay down on the rocky ground, quite uncomfortable but too tired to notice. Before long, sleep had consumed him and he dozed off into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
