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Started by Sin, July 20, 2017, 10:26:08 PM

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A small covering of frost laid over the logs lining the exterior wall of the hovel. A patch or two of cloth covering the holes in the ceiling in need of repair since the last wind storm came through three days ago. There had not been much work in the past few weeks so the repairs were left alone. Othwen was not much of a person driven to improve herself beyond obscurity. It, the obscurity of her existence, brought a gentle breeze of safety to hide from her enemies she suspected would one day find her.

Taking her hand covered by a well leathered glen be with the previous insignias of the Adelan Kingdom torn off, she turned the spit holding the scrambled collection of almost spoiled vegetables, a small bit of violet potato, and the rat that had been eating better than her it seemed. A shame really, lucky for Othwen though to come across such a bourgeois member of the rodent conclave.

"A bit longer."

Othwen stated matter-o-factly as she reached to stir the ladle in the gruelish soup derived from rat stock she had been collecting.


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Tikaani sniffed the air, he could smell something cooking from several miles down the tundra.

"Human food" he thought. He sniffed the ground, it appeared no humans had walked this way for some time. He was exhausted after another unsuccessful day of hunting and another week of padding the expansive tundra. His blue eyes squinted and his ears pulled back as the bleak wind ripped cruelly into his face. His silver fur thick with frost, he felt truly miserable and alone.

"Oh how I'd kill to be sat in-front of a hearth with a bowl full of broth and a tankard full of ale". He shook his body in attempt to shake off the snow and ice from his back before racing off in the direction of the food smell.

He spotted a single, simple hovel.

"That's not a human..smells like elf.."

He approached cautiously. He knew he would it was unlikely he would get a friendly welcome in his wolf form but he felt too exhausted and hungry to transform. He plodded to the entrance to the hovel and listened. He salivated at the smell of the food and squinted through the gaps in the wooden door. The she elf had spotted him. He whined submissively and lay down outside the door, hoping she might throw him a scrap.

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