(OPEN) Free and nearly home...
Dec 19, 2012 9:08:16 GMT -5
Post by Rhaxta on Dec 19, 2012 9:08:16 GMT -5
(came from here if you want to be filled in 
www.argetlamrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=forest&action=display&thread=1329&page=1. Sorry it's a copy paste, didn't plan on having him booted at first but there you go!)
He was abruptly in the light outside, even with the dank of fog and clouds that blotted out the sun, it seared his eyes that had gotten used to pitch. He folded in the middle and clamped his huge hands over his face, then he realized the absence of weight around his neck. His hands touched the bare skin that had been beneath the weighted collar for the first time in over five years. He was going to make that Grae'n'dal pay!
He was on one of the smaller islands to the south. He was close to home! He released a wild whoop, like a boy, the joy and pleasure in his graveled voice carried further through the fog than it should have. He was free, and nearly home...
He would have to be fast, the others..they had to be warned about the Witches deeds!
He took off at a sprightly run, agile for his huge frame. He was bigger, before being a captive. He had kept most of his strength from having to clamber all over that stack of haunted stone in the sea.
Course grass brushed his legs as he ran, eyes alert and sheer joy to be home calling him on with the lashings of terror that chased his heels.
www.argetlamrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=forest&action=display&thread=1329&page=1. Sorry it's a copy paste, didn't plan on having him booted at first but there you go!)He was abruptly in the light outside, even with the dank of fog and clouds that blotted out the sun, it seared his eyes that had gotten used to pitch. He folded in the middle and clamped his huge hands over his face, then he realized the absence of weight around his neck. His hands touched the bare skin that had been beneath the weighted collar for the first time in over five years. He was going to make that Grae'n'dal pay!
He was on one of the smaller islands to the south. He was close to home! He released a wild whoop, like a boy, the joy and pleasure in his graveled voice carried further through the fog than it should have. He was free, and nearly home...
He would have to be fast, the others..they had to be warned about the Witches deeds!
He took off at a sprightly run, agile for his huge frame. He was bigger, before being a captive. He had kept most of his strength from having to clamber all over that stack of haunted stone in the sea.
Course grass brushed his legs as he ran, eyes alert and sheer joy to be home calling him on with the lashings of terror that chased his heels.
