KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Chores be damned, he needed to breathe. To get away from people, and be himself. Dark wings had carried him from the town before dawn, and it was with a deepseated sense of relief he flew for the Fangs.
Nothing cleared his head like flying. The simple exertion in moving, and the exhilaration in riding the wind, with the landscape flashing past far beneath was like a balm, let him forget about everything else. Passing over herds of luxere scraping lichen and moss from the barren soil, without having to hunt them. Stalking the tracks of a scarred old Ursur, with no need to fear it. He found a half eaten carcass picked over by wolves, and made it his own meal for the day, sharp beak pecking loose strips of frozen flesh without concern.
And when he took to the sky again, he found a set of footprints in the snow to follow, for no other reason than to sate his curiosity.
Nothing cleared his head like flying. The simple exertion in moving, and the exhilaration in riding the wind, with the landscape flashing past far beneath was like a balm, let him forget about everything else. Passing over herds of luxere scraping lichen and moss from the barren soil, without having to hunt them. Stalking the tracks of a scarred old Ursur, with no need to fear it. He found a half eaten carcass picked over by wolves, and made it his own meal for the day, sharp beak pecking loose strips of frozen flesh without concern.
And when he took to the sky again, he found a set of footprints in the snow to follow, for no other reason than to sate his curiosity.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
