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Bran Stormbringer · 03-04-2012, 06:43 PM

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04.03.12 . 8.30pm . Arachnea's Revenge, Lakeside . Optime Form

Bran is by Kiri!

Dusk had settled over the lands he would now be calling home and the young Irishman had sought some solitude. He loved his brother, although that damn cat could do with a kick or two up the arse and the man had wanted a little while on his own. He'd bid his brother farewell a few hours ago and he'd set off to find somewhere to sit and think. Bran wasn't exactly the type to over-think things- he much preferred to let the little worries in life wash over his head and he was never one to dwell on anything. Therefore, his gait had been easy and relaxed as he'd walked away from the little den area he and his brother had set up, his bostaff swinging merrily back and forth as a tuneful whistle escaped his pursed lips. A backpack sat easily on his back, a comfortable weight that he rarely noticed anymore. The trek had been long and hard- he had certainly gained a few more calluses on his paws from the huge mountain range they'd travelled over, but it was well worth it.

They'd met another Stormbringer a little while ago- Saul. Bran hadn't really known what to make of him, aside from the fact that he and Niernan were possibly more similar than Bran was to either of them. It seemed like the grey Stormbringer had had a hard lot in life, although Bran had heard of worse stories. The boy had presented him and his brother with a carved charm in the morning before their departure- Bran now sported a wooden raven charm around his neck. It was a nice gift and Bran appreciated the gesture. White bottomed tail swayed merrily as he'd walked, brown eyes watching the surroundings with a passive interest. Unlike Niernan, Bran wasn't particularly interested in documenting much of anything, but he was used to humouring his older sibling.

He'd stopped when he'd reached the lake, an ache between his shoulder blades reminding him that the journey was nowhere near from over. He had no idea where he and Niernan were going to go, what they were even going to do and he didn't really mind. By this point, the sun had sunk well below the horizon and the land was bathed in a husky pastel blue, the onset of darkness. The caramel traveller had hopped up easily onto a boulder, chocolate eyes dancing merrily as a cocky grin stretched one side of his lips. Reaching back, the man pulled the wooden flute from his backpack, blowing softly through it to create a delicious sound, a cloying creamy flavour on his tongue as chocolate ears picked up the notes he was making. Before long, a fast paced jig emitted from his flute, splashing flavours all over his mouth that made him hum in pleasure.

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