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06-12-2015, 09:01 PM
Scarecrow It is lonely, very, very lonely. Out in the cold world as a man was not serving him well. Although filled out, and looking as pristine and tough as ever, he was still only a meek child. He had no purpose, and consequently, no home. Everyone seemed to preoccupied to notice him lurking in the shadows, and so he was fit to be one. Left to lurk about, there was never a social, beautiful moment. In fact, the last real contact he had with anyone was in the face of the giant dragon. Not exactly the best circumstances to strike up a conversation. So, when a group began flocking towards a center force, his interest was instantly piqued. Curiously, he lurked among the trees to watch as two males were seemingly slipping and sliding their way over to an oddly familiar oval. It was an egg of course, much like the golden one that needed to be retrieved from his mother dragon. That one was far to grand for him, and he was not a king who could give a golden a great life. He needed a subtle friend, one who could mosey about and live peacefully. Quietly, he moved toward his own path. The egg was situated out on the ice, and he was much to large and heavy to walk on it by himself. So instead, he opted for something else. Going into the woods, he retrieved a stick, as well as a small stone. Gingerly, he quickly wrapped the stone in the dead, dry underbrush hidden beneath the snow. Within moments, he had something reminiscent of a dense, but soft ball. Gently, he placed the ball on the ice, taking care not to crack it. Then, with a push, he lauched his weight at the rock with the stick. He hoped that the ball was soft enough, but still dense enough to push the small egg across the ice. Discarding the stick just as quickly, he hopped over to the opposite side, hoping that the egg would land gently against the snow bank. From there, he could scoop it up and keep it warm. Cerin was good at caring for things- anything besides himself anyway. Wishlist (Dragon, Frostbreath) One Refusal these words are all we have |
