Solitary

[Asylum. 87]

Solitary

 

 

 

                     The sun rised over the foggy horizon, the sun's calming rays shines into Ah'Silym's eyes, waking him up. The scent of rain,dew and grass would hit his nose. His back would ache from an improper bed. He stares up into the draping canopy of his make shift tent giving in to his emptiness.After gently rising to his feet and sauntering over to a rain-filled cauldron, he cups some of the water in his hands and with a swift motion splashes it over his face. He puts his hands onto the edges of the cauldron as he stares into his reflection on the water's surface. He emitted a deep sigh whilst still staring blankly into his reflection, an owl would soar through the sky just above his noggin. He looks up from his cauldron and gazes over at the owl until it glides out of his sight.


A rumble would escape Ah'Silym's stomach as he started to hike into the mysterious forest. As he ventures deeper into the misty forest the trees seems to get closer and closer to him but that would only be in his imagination. He walked a few meters down to where he laid his traps the night before looking for something, anything to fill his stomach. He would arrive to his first trap, he looks down at the activated trap, the snare trap would be empty. He chuckled for a second and mumbles "Me too, buddy" to the trap. He move on to the other snare, this time it had worked! There was a single hare stuck inside, helpless and at  at the mercy of the elf. Ah'Silym swiftly picked up the hare and humanely slay the fragile creature.
 

 

With food in hand he resets the trap and headed back to his little camp, as he walked along  the path he could swore the trees were getting closer, as if they are trying to surround him. This would startle the elf as he decided he has had enough and started to sprint back to his camp, he does not stop running until he reaches the safety of his camp. As soon as he reaches the comforting warmth of his camp he looks back to see if the trees have moved at all. He slowly cranked his neck to check but everything was fine, nothing has changed. He shrugged it off as he prepares wood to chuck into the campfire. He picked up a sturdy branch and shoved it through the hare. Ah'Silym takes a seat on an old log as he hold the branch with the hare over the soaring flames, rotating slowly as it cooks. He takes a bite out of it "Mhhm, Pretty tasty" he muttered before finishing it and tossing the stick into the campfire. Ah'Silym rolls back into his cozy tent and stares into the universe until he falls asleep.

[SaltAlt 606]

Exander Brann would be walking through the forests of Tahn to unwind after a long day of work, the scent of pine and wet grass soothing him as the slow pitter of rain drops made a rhythm against his pauldrons. Turning from the path into the brush, Exander laid onto the damp ground, allowing the moisture to cling to his tabard, and chill his chainmail. Out of the corner of his eye he would notice what seemed to be movement, his head rising to look around. Perhaps it was his imagination? he thought to himself, though the feeling of being watched never left him.

 

Exander rose slowly to his feet, noticing an empty trap beneath a nearby bush as he rose 'does someone live out here?' he would think once more, his eyes scanning the surrounding tree line. He would shake his head, droplets of water flying from his hair as he did so.

 

As Exander made it back to his hall he would sit in his throne, the thought still bothering him, did he see someone out in the forest? Exander would let out a sigh as his eyelids grew heavy "I'll just have ta go back another day and find out . . ." He would say as he let out a yawn "perhaps they could join my House" he would let out before giving in to his exhaustion, falling asleep to the sound of his hearth.

[TJBMinecraft 821]

Ser Thomas Tarsington-Keint would be sitting in a tavern somewhere in the north alone by himself, wondering what his archenemy Ah'Silym is doing with his life as he has not seen him for many months now