[AW] every night [relic contest]

[Rostislav]

Rostislav My neck straight out in front of me, I trudge along from one land to another. I wonder how many damn miles I've traveled so far? Where's my step tracker? WHERE ARE MY FITNESS REWARDS?! Have I lost weight? I need to eat. No.. I need to drink. A whimper passes my lips as I think about my missing booze. Where is the alcohol? THE VODKA. WHY IS THE VODKA GONE. I snap at my shoulder, like pinching myself to awaken from a bad dream. No... don't go down that road or you'll never come back. I have to stay focused on the task at hand, the relic, to keep myself afloat and rising above the grief that threatened to consume me when I first arrived here in Novus. My pelt twitches, an instinctive reaction to the momentary pain. "Damascus!" A voice shouts ahead and I look up from my pathetic reverie to see a familiar looking pegasus (that Damascus). The one who called, I presume, is a young-looking painted beast. I stride toward them, feeling a little lighter in my steps. The distraction has returned and I'm eager to pursue it. I stop a short distance away, some thirty feet. "Did I hear mention of a relic? I'd join your hunt if you'd have me." I nod to Damascus, remembering him from... somewhere I've been. I nod to the other and my accent comes a little heavier than normal as I speak my name. "Rostislav." Walk. Talk. Top Shelf Sexy Badass

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