Iskra
If I could just lay my head down and rest
If there was nothing to fight or protect
If there was nothing to fight or protect
In an effort to continue to improve, Iskra has been trying not to say no to much, though admittedly hunting is not his favorite task. It's a skill that he could certainly improve though, and the need this time of year is high, so he finds himself in the tide of others fanning out for this moose hunt. He's come to the Greatwoods to dodge some of the sharper chill in Halo, but he's still dressed for the snow in his boots, thick pants, and layers of long-sleeved shirts, flannels, and jackets.
Strapped to his back, Ampere gleams through the scattered forest light. On his belt a smaller, more ordinary axe swings with each stride. Tucked into his pockets, a box of matches and a wooly cloth prone to static cling when rubbed. Beside him, Goose trots along, the husky wavering from shrub to tree root to rock. His leg lifts on occasion, but if he falls behind he lopes ahead, nose working the terrain and the stories each odor tells him. Let it be known though, there's no serious severity to the hound's mannerisms, just a curious thrill that could easily shrivel into a coward's fear at the slightest interruption or mild threat. Goose is good company, but beyond that he doesn't serve much use.
Recognizing Liam through the dispersing crowds, Iskra clings towards the fringe of that group, arriving as introductions make their way. Iskra nods with a smile towards Liam, then turns towards Maea and Callum with a little wave. "I'm Iskra," he begins, hand abruptly shoved up as Goose's head bucks up under his fingers in a demand for scratches. "And this is Goose. Neither of us are hunters, but I'm handy with an axe and I've got some lightning and fire magic." He shrugs, certain he can pull his weight somehow.
Iskra brings a regular axe, his pet dog Goose, matches, a wooly cloth, and Ampere.
Ampere | A greataxe decorated with engravings depicting feathers and lightning bolts. Produces lightning where its blade strikes.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
Strapped to his back, Ampere gleams through the scattered forest light. On his belt a smaller, more ordinary axe swings with each stride. Tucked into his pockets, a box of matches and a wooly cloth prone to static cling when rubbed. Beside him, Goose trots along, the husky wavering from shrub to tree root to rock. His leg lifts on occasion, but if he falls behind he lopes ahead, nose working the terrain and the stories each odor tells him. Let it be known though, there's no serious severity to the hound's mannerisms, just a curious thrill that could easily shrivel into a coward's fear at the slightest interruption or mild threat. Goose is good company, but beyond that he doesn't serve much use.
Recognizing Liam through the dispersing crowds, Iskra clings towards the fringe of that group, arriving as introductions make their way. Iskra nods with a smile towards Liam, then turns towards Maea and Callum with a little wave. "I'm Iskra," he begins, hand abruptly shoved up as Goose's head bucks up under his fingers in a demand for scratches. "And this is Goose. Neither of us are hunters, but I'm handy with an axe and I've got some lightning and fire magic." He shrugs, certain he can pull his weight somehow.
Iskra brings a regular axe, his pet dog Goose, matches, a wooly cloth, and Ampere.
Ampere | A greataxe decorated with engravings depicting feathers and lightning bolts. Produces lightning where its blade strikes.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
Maybe then I could finally be free
Maybe death is like falling asleep
Maybe death is like falling asleep
