I make the magic
12-02-2018, 03:53 PM
He didn’t often leave Abaven to go hunting, but when he did he made sure to get lost. He’d left shortly after taking his first trip around Abaven’s borders. He’d seen a small flock of turkey, and even though he hated messing with their feathers chewing on a turkey leg was one of his favorite meals. He followed them to where the cave opened, and had seen one make its escape into the dark opening. That one seemed like the easy target. Rhyme had been very wrong though, and hadn’t been able to find the blasted creature anywhere. He’d made his mistake when he saw the bioluminescent mushrooms. He was sure he’d recognized the species and tried to remember where he’d seen it, and it had to have been in the slaver’s pack. They always seemed to have recreationally used plants at their disposal, probably because they traded lives for their riches. He continued on, spying only one other species he recognized by sight but not by use. By then he wasn’t sure how to get back out of said cave. Sighing heavily he attempted to follow his scent trail back to the entrance, more frustrated with himself than anything else yet. |
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