Triss
Woman Scorned
To the north of Ravelin lay evergreen forests, primordial pines stretching as far as the eye can see, all the way to distant mountaintops rimming the continental belt of Bastion. Very little light broke through the thick canopy and onto the fern-covered ground, where shadows loomed even in the brightest of days. Scattered rock was covered with a thick layer of dark green moss that flourished in heavy, damp air. Two pairs of hooves sunk into the loam, burdened by the weight of an exceptionally large rider. Even the largest of Ravelin's horses was nothing but a mule when Shadowmane sat atop of it. The Valkyri slid across the pommel and out of the saddle, while his hand found its way into the beast's black mane, scratching it gently to reassure the animal.
"This is as far as you go." he said to the horse, as if the steed understood. Einar leaned down to the clay puddle where footprints of a collosal stag lay encrusted. He tucked away his now clean hair behind his ear, simply to inspect the trail up close. A finger was dipped into the mud and then brought to his nose, there his rather sensitive nostrils would pick up the scent. Viridian eyes narrowed somewhat as Shadowmane rose to his feet, his dark leather breastplate creaking as he stood tall. A hand was extended backwards to grab bow and arrows strapped to the side of the saddle. Einar then swung the quiver onto his back and strapped it across his chest, while fingers briefly tested the tension of the bowstring.
"Shhhh...." the Valkyri hushed the animal and patted it gently on the stifle to send it away back into the city. The horse turned away from Shadowmane and began to trot back to the south.
Einar drew out one arrow and took several steps into the shade cast by pines, his irises slowly adjusting to levels of light more akin to dusk or dawn, rather than midday. With every sense alert, he slowly progressed through more difficult terrain, in search of game he knew was near...
@Grimoire
"This is as far as you go." he said to the horse, as if the steed understood. Einar leaned down to the clay puddle where footprints of a collosal stag lay encrusted. He tucked away his now clean hair behind his ear, simply to inspect the trail up close. A finger was dipped into the mud and then brought to his nose, there his rather sensitive nostrils would pick up the scent. Viridian eyes narrowed somewhat as Shadowmane rose to his feet, his dark leather breastplate creaking as he stood tall. A hand was extended backwards to grab bow and arrows strapped to the side of the saddle. Einar then swung the quiver onto his back and strapped it across his chest, while fingers briefly tested the tension of the bowstring.
"Shhhh...." the Valkyri hushed the animal and patted it gently on the stifle to send it away back into the city. The horse turned away from Shadowmane and began to trot back to the south.
Einar drew out one arrow and took several steps into the shade cast by pines, his irises slowly adjusting to levels of light more akin to dusk or dawn, rather than midday. With every sense alert, he slowly progressed through more difficult terrain, in search of game he knew was near...
@Grimoire