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02-09-2015, 05:47 PM
Scarecrow
The Thistle meadow was quite a peculiar place. Standing at the edge, Cerin watched as horse after horse paired up near this giant boat. There was a God, or what looked to be a God standing there. His large, imposing presence commanding everyone to be quiet. He spoke of how he needed to cleanse the land of darkness. Cerin had heard rumors of dark deeds occurring, but had never witnessed any in his own flesh. Curious, he finally approached, the sea of horses obscuring his view. Although he was nearing his full height, there were many around him just as large, if not larger. Everyone was scrambling around, meeting up and heading off to "spread the world". Would he be able too? He hadn't met many that would be willing to join him. He knew Spice, but not that well. The only one that knew how to communicate with him was Myrrine. Was she here? Had she already partnered up? Scanning the crowd, he looked for her. He would call her name, but there was a slight problem with that idea. Spotting one that looked nearly like his spotted companion, he began to approach. Hopefully it was her, and hopefully she would not reject him. If she did, then he would have to return to his bed. There wasn't much of a choice. He snorted as he approached, hopefully grabbing her attention. Would she join him? [Cerin and @[Myrrine] I believe. ^^] these words are all we have |
