Good Ol' Scoundrel
Moudir stood upon the a ridge overlooking the ruins of what once used to be tombs and structures that glorified the strong as Gods. It was once a place where the strongest of his ancestors were laid to rest and immortalized. The scorching sun was closing down on the horizon signalling the arrival of dusk.
Vraukt had to soon arrive unless he found to be foolish and make him wait for at least an hour before he showed up with no excuse. The heat was already tiring him and the Zuguruk shuffled to the nearest shade he found. Even under the shadow, he felt his brow sweating.
The darn Kissai better arrive soon.
Vraukt had to soon arrive unless he found to be foolish and make him wait for at least an hour before he showed up with no excuse. The heat was already tiring him and the Zuguruk shuffled to the nearest shade he found. Even under the shadow, he felt his brow sweating.
The darn Kissai better arrive soon.
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