01-11-2023, 05:32 PM
Vali’s foot kicked a rock across the leaves, as he stood above the ruins of his camp. He’d come back just to destroy it, throwing things, dismantling his makeshift tent. He had thrown Codrin’s apples toward the trees so the steed begrudgingly went to find them. He had nothing to wear but some torn trousers, dangling in shreds just by his knees, where his finely toned torso was clad in dirt smears and glistening sweat. He was angry, hurt, and confused. All emotions the feral man wasn’t sure how to process. He stood there for a moment before bellowing a cry of pain, deep and rooted, and then he shifted easily into his standing wolf form.
Tall, large, burly and earthen hued, the man didn’t know what else to do. The chaos was raging inside of him, but he couldn’t do much but stand and seethe, breathing heavily, his body trembling as his mind warred with itself. He wasn’t sure what he could do next, what he would do next, it was all up in the air.
Tall, large, burly and earthen hued, the man didn’t know what else to do. The chaos was raging inside of him, but he couldn’t do much but stand and seethe, breathing heavily, his body trembling as his mind warred with itself. He wasn’t sure what he could do next, what he would do next, it was all up in the air.