As the early dawn paints sunlight across Solterra, one creature is already awake, unable to sleep -- his dreams are full of fire and ruined castles, lately, a memory that sets his teeth on edge every single time it comes back to haunt him. He longs for the armor he’d abandoned in a land far away, to shield himself and hide away from what he feels is he prying eyes of every other citizen. "Of course you’re a fucking morning person,” He grouses blearily when Solis comes through the streets, but none-the-less he joins the God, keeping pace at his right side and shaking away the remnants of what little sleep he had managed to grab. There was a hunt to begin, after all, the sort that would lead to the kind of fight he had been craving. |
LETS GO MOFOS
