by boywonder » December 5th, 2008, 2:47 am
BW was making his usual rounds around the palace, listening for anything of interest when he heard the mention of dragons.
Mmmm... BW thought silently to his void self, Dragons, eh? Where there are dragons there are gold BW smiled to himself at the sight of the two, clearly foreign, males (or so he assumed) as they headed out the gates and off towards the mountains. Removing himself from his perch upon a parapet, he fell like a thunderous rock from the heavens and landed, without a sounds, upon the ground below. Knowing that blindly following them would only give himself away he took note of their direction and made his own path towards the fields, particularly to the tall grass, so that sound alone would carry him along with them, and they'd be none the wiser...
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BW kneeled, almost inhumanly low, in the grass, making his profile perfectly hidden within the throngs of grass that ran as high as ten feet at places. He laughed to himself silently as he heard Carn yelling "Sorry, so sorry!" at the two men who let her sneak up on them. He kept his place as the deer took to scampering off at a north or northwestern heading, oddly enough he couldn't smell Carn, though he knew without a doubt it was her simply by the sound of her voice. She must have been wearing some kind of hunting potion that masked her scent. BW hadn't slept in nearly a week, and after hearing the speak of dragons yesterday, had been full of andrenaline as he gave silent chase, but now he worried as time was making his eyes groggy. He'd either have to transfer forms, which may or may not give him away when he did it, or sleep at some point, which may or may not give him away should the two wind up discovering him. Shrugging off the want of sleep he felt the earth through his soulless shoes, and his hands, smelt the animals and bugs and the two men, and listened to the sounds of the world from the people speaking close by to the birds hiding a little farther along, to the insects burrowing new homes under the ground. He could taste nothing on the wind, and so, continued to listen in to the party near.
My friends all call me old scratch and I am a Capricorn
My turn ons are romantic walks and killing the unborn