07-02-2012, 05:30 PM
OOc: Emo Drizzt is emo XD Anyone is welcome to join 
The sun slowly began to crest the eastern horizon, turning the grey sky pink. Though he was surrounded by trees, the Russian could still picture the sun's rays reflecting off the ocean, and envisioned it rising over the sea. He sat, cross-legged, on a mossy patch of ground, near the base of an old oak, his mind empty and clear as he focused his mind, reigning in stray emotions and thought in order to retain his stoic mind set. The air misted before him as he deepened his breathing, his taught muscles relaxing for the first time in months. He felt the knots, and heard the pops as his stress made itself known. Still, he payed it no mind. The anger, sorrow, and fear seemed to melt away from him in a matter of minutes, and he allowed his mind to deepen the meditation, furthering himself from his body and focusing on the world around him. The song birds in the trees sung an alluring melody, while the insects began their own harmony. Other creatures of the woods began to stir, while the nocturnal hunters and foragers returned to their dens.
His mind wandered as his ears picked up the sounds of the living forest. He wondered of his old friends, wolves he had not seen since his departure, nor even warned of his absence. He pictured the pack he had fallen in with, their scent strong on the east blowing winds. And his mind wandered to the group he had sworn himself to. What had become of those patriots, he wondered. Had they followed through with the plan to subvert Salsola? Or had they fallen apart? Or, he feared, had they been discovered and hunted down?
He did not know the answer to these thoughts, and with that realization his troubles slowly began to return, though he fought against them with all his might. With a growl of defeat, Drizzt allowed his guilt to flood over him. He had abandoned his companions, his comrades, to face an powerful enemy alone. He had his reasons, but nothing would excuse his absence from their side. He had left to deal with a situation involving his sister months ago, with no warning to his friends. He had even walked out on his pack without a second thought.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Drizzt sighed and gathered himself against the oak, wrapping his arms around his knees as his head dropped on them. He was gone too long. What would he do now, with no information on the happenings of the land?
The sun slowly began to crest the eastern horizon, turning the grey sky pink. Though he was surrounded by trees, the Russian could still picture the sun's rays reflecting off the ocean, and envisioned it rising over the sea. He sat, cross-legged, on a mossy patch of ground, near the base of an old oak, his mind empty and clear as he focused his mind, reigning in stray emotions and thought in order to retain his stoic mind set. The air misted before him as he deepened his breathing, his taught muscles relaxing for the first time in months. He felt the knots, and heard the pops as his stress made itself known. Still, he payed it no mind. The anger, sorrow, and fear seemed to melt away from him in a matter of minutes, and he allowed his mind to deepen the meditation, furthering himself from his body and focusing on the world around him. The song birds in the trees sung an alluring melody, while the insects began their own harmony. Other creatures of the woods began to stir, while the nocturnal hunters and foragers returned to their dens.
His mind wandered as his ears picked up the sounds of the living forest. He wondered of his old friends, wolves he had not seen since his departure, nor even warned of his absence. He pictured the pack he had fallen in with, their scent strong on the east blowing winds. And his mind wandered to the group he had sworn himself to. What had become of those patriots, he wondered. Had they followed through with the plan to subvert Salsola? Or had they fallen apart? Or, he feared, had they been discovered and hunted down?
He did not know the answer to these thoughts, and with that realization his troubles slowly began to return, though he fought against them with all his might. With a growl of defeat, Drizzt allowed his guilt to flood over him. He had abandoned his companions, his comrades, to face an powerful enemy alone. He had his reasons, but nothing would excuse his absence from their side. He had left to deal with a situation involving his sister months ago, with no warning to his friends. He had even walked out on his pack without a second thought.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Drizzt sighed and gathered himself against the oak, wrapping his arms around his knees as his head dropped on them. He was gone too long. What would he do now, with no information on the happenings of the land?