Shifting sands of time.
10-21-2014, 08:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-21-2014, 08:36 PM by Istaqa.)
The large man moved through around the stones, each step calculated. Brilliant topazes observing each stone as he wound around them seeming to seek understanding or meaning from the carvings upon each of the surfaces; he had caught the new scents and with them he knew his world was changing. There had been no news as of yet from Ojiṣẹ, which didn?t exactly put his worries to ease, though he refused to be too pre-occupied till such time that something official was said. With a deep sigh the man eased himself onto his haunches, tilting his head to the side as he stared at one of the rune stones, the carving of a stylized arrow pointing on into the distance. Gbọ mi sọrọ, |
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