The Last and Loveliest
12-04-2015, 06:21 PM
Snow fell gently and quietly all around Duvká as he paused once more to get his bearings. Lips parted as he offered a prayer of thanks for his successful journey thus far but another swiftly followed in the hopes his luck might continue. He had no idea where exactly he was going but he trusted the spirits to lead him true. The answers he was looking for were here. He was sure of it. Mostly. The large man moved easily through the snowy-laden, empty river bed. He relished the soft, quiet of winter and the glittering veins of gold marble that peeked out from the walls as the sun flickered through the clouds just briefly. It was a lovely area to be sure and in the spring and summer there was bound to be a bounty of prey. For now though all was quiet and barely anything stirred. Duvká decided to follow the river bed south as far as it would take him and perhaps he'd find a suitable place to bed down for the night. By the looks of the sun he had a few more good hours of daylight with which to make his journey. Alert and stealthy he slipped through the snow. "Speech" |