04-24-2011, 08:58 PM
OOc: Sorry its so short Jaden. ><
Time: 9:30AM
Area: Eternal Eclipse
Mood: At ease, cautious
Drizzt rested his head against the bark of the oak tree he had chosen to make his perch. His blades here sheathed and attached to his belt, which was hanging just above him from another branch. The ‘Champion of Chaos’ was half asleep, having stayed up through the night to wander some of the new territory he was in. He crossed his legs and arms as he pondered over his search last night.
He had learned that the territory was mostly neutral, though four packs shared the dense woods, each claiming a small portion of the area, leaving the majority of it to other creatures who would traverse it. The scents from the packs were very different from Malice’s. Where Drizzt himself was drowned in the scent of blood and death, the other packs had softer scents, though the most northern pack had a close run with his scent. Sighing, the dark furred male again wondered of the wisdom of his choice. While he felt like not killing his father was the right choice, he was unsure about having left his home. There, he had a place amongst his people, and led a comfortable life, minus the countless slaughters Chaos so thoroughly enjoyed. He wondered if the northern pack was similar to his own, grimacing at the thought. He didn’t need an encounter with them if that was the case…
Slowly stretching his arms, Drizzt looked about, lethargy taking hold of him. He hadn’t had a day like this since he was found back in Europe, before the hunters had found his little grove. He traced his fingers across a patch on his leather jerkin, feeling the obvious difference from where he had made his own repair to the damaged coat. Leaning back, the assassin re-crossed his arms, but kept his eyes half open. He would enjoy the cool breeze, and protection from the sun, but he wasn’t comfortable enough to doze off. Not out here.
Time: 9:30AM
Area: Eternal Eclipse
Mood: At ease, cautious
Drizzt rested his head against the bark of the oak tree he had chosen to make his perch. His blades here sheathed and attached to his belt, which was hanging just above him from another branch. The ‘Champion of Chaos’ was half asleep, having stayed up through the night to wander some of the new territory he was in. He crossed his legs and arms as he pondered over his search last night.
He had learned that the territory was mostly neutral, though four packs shared the dense woods, each claiming a small portion of the area, leaving the majority of it to other creatures who would traverse it. The scents from the packs were very different from Malice’s. Where Drizzt himself was drowned in the scent of blood and death, the other packs had softer scents, though the most northern pack had a close run with his scent. Sighing, the dark furred male again wondered of the wisdom of his choice. While he felt like not killing his father was the right choice, he was unsure about having left his home. There, he had a place amongst his people, and led a comfortable life, minus the countless slaughters Chaos so thoroughly enjoyed. He wondered if the northern pack was similar to his own, grimacing at the thought. He didn’t need an encounter with them if that was the case…
Slowly stretching his arms, Drizzt looked about, lethargy taking hold of him. He hadn’t had a day like this since he was found back in Europe, before the hunters had found his little grove. He traced his fingers across a patch on his leather jerkin, feeling the obvious difference from where he had made his own repair to the damaged coat. Leaning back, the assassin re-crossed his arms, but kept his eyes half open. He would enjoy the cool breeze, and protection from the sun, but he wasn’t comfortable enough to doze off. Not out here.