02-06-2011, 02:41 PM
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Fallen was bracing the wind with his arms as he walked through the nearby forest to Thornbury. The forest's trees were whipping around him, branches flinging themselves at him. One hit him straight in the face, and god, did it hurt! The snow whipped around him, the wind howling in his ears. He walked slowly, his feet sinking inside the snow. His first year here, and already, a disaster. He hadn't even been there for a month! Or had he? He couldn't remember. He sighed to himself, as he kept walking. He soon put down his arms though, out of frustration, as the wind whipped his bangs to the left. His empty socket was revealed, but at the moment, he just wanted to get out of the damn forest. He large twig hurled itself at his face, getting lodged into his windblown bangs. Fallen then began into a quick run, panicking slightly as he tried to find the town of Thornbury. It seemed he was just running into nothingness, endless white and trees howling. Wait, trees howling? No, that was Shawchert's howl, he could slightly hear it, but the wind whipping around him slightly covered it up. Fallen stopped, and whipped his head around frantically, and searched for the familiar voice again. Where the heck did it come from? He whipped his head around, before he heard the faint howl again. He instantly began to run on his two legs, searching for the familiar man and the familiar town. Just to be sure, Fallen howled back, a loud, long one, his voice echoing slightly.
Fallen listened to the howl once more, and it was music to his ears once he arrived at Thornbury. He sighed in loud relief as he began to run towards where he had heard Shawchert's howl. It was still hard to see, but he could see some of the standing building close to him. After this storm, some most likely wouldn't be standing. His eye flicked around quickly, and with a relaxed sigh filled with relief as he spotted Shawchert. He then realized about his bangs. He quickly took out the twigs, and flicked the bangs over his empty eye socket. Even during a storm, Fallen wouldn't show the ugly blemish. He slowed into a walk, as he tightened the deer fur jacket around him, holding his arms tightly. He wasn't exactly cold, he had pretty thick fur. Yet, even some of the icy winds got to his skin. He walked slowly, until he arrived where he had saw Shawchert. He had no Idea about this storm, Fallen thought today was going to be a nice day. Well, that was wrong. There was about eight wolves, not including him. Ice hung from his nose, and twigs were lodged into his bangs. He shook himself, freeing his body of the ice that clung to him, before he stepped on the slightly crowded porch.
"Guess I won't be hunting for herbs today, Huh?"
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table by Silver! OOC: Dun Dun DUN! Fallen's panicking *gasp*WC:497
Fallen was bracing the wind with his arms as he walked through the nearby forest to Thornbury. The forest's trees were whipping around him, branches flinging themselves at him. One hit him straight in the face, and god, did it hurt! The snow whipped around him, the wind howling in his ears. He walked slowly, his feet sinking inside the snow. His first year here, and already, a disaster. He hadn't even been there for a month! Or had he? He couldn't remember. He sighed to himself, as he kept walking. He soon put down his arms though, out of frustration, as the wind whipped his bangs to the left. His empty socket was revealed, but at the moment, he just wanted to get out of the damn forest. He large twig hurled itself at his face, getting lodged into his windblown bangs. Fallen then began into a quick run, panicking slightly as he tried to find the town of Thornbury. It seemed he was just running into nothingness, endless white and trees howling. Wait, trees howling? No, that was Shawchert's howl, he could slightly hear it, but the wind whipping around him slightly covered it up. Fallen stopped, and whipped his head around frantically, and searched for the familiar voice again. Where the heck did it come from? He whipped his head around, before he heard the faint howl again. He instantly began to run on his two legs, searching for the familiar man and the familiar town. Just to be sure, Fallen howled back, a loud, long one, his voice echoing slightly.
Fallen listened to the howl once more, and it was music to his ears once he arrived at Thornbury. He sighed in loud relief as he began to run towards where he had heard Shawchert's howl. It was still hard to see, but he could see some of the standing building close to him. After this storm, some most likely wouldn't be standing. His eye flicked around quickly, and with a relaxed sigh filled with relief as he spotted Shawchert. He then realized about his bangs. He quickly took out the twigs, and flicked the bangs over his empty eye socket. Even during a storm, Fallen wouldn't show the ugly blemish. He slowed into a walk, as he tightened the deer fur jacket around him, holding his arms tightly. He wasn't exactly cold, he had pretty thick fur. Yet, even some of the icy winds got to his skin. He walked slowly, until he arrived where he had saw Shawchert. He had no Idea about this storm, Fallen thought today was going to be a nice day. Well, that was wrong. There was about eight wolves, not including him. Ice hung from his nose, and twigs were lodged into his bangs. He shook himself, freeing his body of the ice that clung to him, before he stepped on the slightly crowded porch.
"Guess I won't be hunting for herbs today, Huh?"
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