05-24-2010, 11:19 PM
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This land, which was now clear of heavy snowfall as the north was pummeled with it daily, was a brand new sight to Tsrmono. He obviously wasn't used to the lack of slaver camps and snow, but the openess of the area was quite a set apart from the mountains which Tsr came from. He planned on less encounters here than with the encampment areas, and especially less incompetent fools, but one could only hope. His size fooled many and they guess his age wrong often, assuming he had to be a relatively young child. This did not reflect in his speech and personality, or rather lack thereof. The way he spoke confused many, as he referred to himself as a group of entities, instead of one. It was apparently uncommon to do so.[/html]
The shadowy jackal made his way across the countryside, all by his lonesome. It seemed like he was a child without a mother, but he felt just fine on his own.