ADAM
Adam did not have his horse in Caido, and he sorely missed the old idiot. Flash had been with him for a lot of years, through a lot of trials and adventures and raids; he could only hope he had been looked after since Adam had been taken to the Hollowed Grounds. Most of all he missed riding, doing all the stupid tricks he'd learnt to show off; missed the thrill of going as fast as they could then taking a leap.
To keep his muscles active and his skills alive, he took to sometimes climbing and wandering about in the ruins, flipping and running as often as he could, using his long fingers to grasp to ancient stone.
On this day he was up on a high beam resting between two pillars, walking on his hands. His brow was creased in frustration but his form was neat, his feet pressed close above him and legs lined up. His shirt was puffed uo down to his chin, something he would care about if he thought anyone was looking. With a grunt of effort, he flipped himself around, his legs coming down until he was stood on the beam, smiling with his hands on his hips.
To keep his muscles active and his skills alive, he took to sometimes climbing and wandering about in the ruins, flipping and running as often as he could, using his long fingers to grasp to ancient stone.
On this day he was up on a high beam resting between two pillars, walking on his hands. His brow was creased in frustration but his form was neat, his feet pressed close above him and legs lined up. His shirt was puffed uo down to his chin, something he would care about if he thought anyone was looking. With a grunt of effort, he flipped himself around, his legs coming down until he was stood on the beam, smiling with his hands on his hips.
good evening, misadventure.
farewell morality.
it's time for another risky venture,
into the depths of depravity.
farewell morality.
it's time for another risky venture,
into the depths of depravity.
