dead city radio
ft rua/dragon
08-03-2019, 03:55 PM
this was promising. from the scent, not a soul had tread here recently. it lay unclaimed, left to the elements. Huntington walked confidently yet quietly amongst the overrun foliage, avoiding the deeper muck so not to get stuck. her neck slinks to the ground often to sniff at the flourishing plant-life. it had been a lot of, how you say, map hopping. yet she did find a suitable area to settle. swamplands were very close to her dead heart. it was a familiar feeling and setting. she could set up the proverbial shop here, make a base of operations... the potential was endless. first, there was the matter of Ruathimaer. he was still recovering from her impact on him. the herbs had done the trick, and her mind worked with what to do next with him. perhaps her indebted prince would be gladdened to test a few brews... he did, after all, owe her his life. Huntington felt his presence behind her as he wandered close by. she was quiet as the large male did so, her focus entirely on their surroundings. she'd pause before a fallen tree, peering into the depths. it seemed large enough even for the dire wolf to reside in. "this will do" she alerted Ruathimaer to her goals, circling back to greet the dire wolf. she waited for his opinion - though really did not care for it - and his approval. let the boy prince think he had a saying in their surroundings. there was little harm in it. "large enough for you to fit in" she went on, marching away from him to stand at the mouth of the makeshift den. or should he sleep outside like the dog he was supposed to be? she pondered this for a moment. "I shall gather herbal stock in the morn." she informed the young man she'd require his services soon enough. |