[P] the wrong side of heaven

[Anonymous]

A N O N Y M O U S He walks through the passages of the canyon, shaded from the bright afternoon sun by the curves and twists of the rock. The cooling fall weather makes the sun's heat more bearable, even more so down here in the crevices of stone. Every now and then the light catches his dark form, the cloak wrapped loosely around his chest. Mixed eyes scan the sky above, bright blue and clear, to watch for oncoming friend or foe. His arrival may have been silent, but there are always eyes and ears to notice the small changes in the world. Which includes his journey into the southern part of Solterra. There's no particular reason for him to be here. But there's no reason for him not to be here either. Though he lives in Terrastella, he holds no particular allegiance to any of the territories. None except for his own Gwynedd, and even that is tenuous. Despite the couple of months that he's been in Novus, he has not yet explored the land of the Sun. Weaving through the canyons is his first step the exploration - learn the landscape, and stay relatively hidden in the process. A buzzard cries overhead, and his dual colored gaze finds it in the sky above. It glides down into the canyon, a second following closely in its wake. The assassin huffs. Carrion. He continues forward lazily, searching out the carcass to find what sort of carcass it is. Soon he spies the ugly fowl upon the corpse of a small fawn; some gazelle appearing to have taken a fatal misstep and fallen to its death. He stops and stares at it for a moment, ignoring the angry glances he receives from the carrion birds. He moves on, leaving the dead behind. Unless he's the one doing the killing, he has no interest in those that have passed on. @Rhiannon

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