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Emerging from the Grip of Night's Unfolding Arms



Álarr

Avalon
Beta

Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
823
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
542
player
lunarcat7

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Promptober 2019
11-11-2019, 08:02 PM
I'll tough it out, I won't give in

Moonlight flowed around him and Álarr continued to stare, knowing full well that the moon could be covered again at any moment. Already clouds seemed to be moving in from the north and he tried to will them away. He wasn't ready yet for the light to go. The sound of movement caught his attention and then a thump. "Hello?"

He quickly got to his feet and headed in the direction of the sound and when he arrived he saw a wet, shivering girl laying on her side. "Oh my! Hey, are you ok? I'm a healer if you need anything." Álarr quickly slipped his pack off and opened it before pulling out a piece of deer hide. Maybe it would help the girl get warm.