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When dusk turns dark. — Swift River 
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Blackmoore Northcrest
<ooc> For Kristen with @Adeltra. The thread is private but parents (@Enoki & @Nicolò) are obviously welcome after few turns? I'm leaving that in hands of Kristen to manage :D </ooc>

A soft breeze have come through coniferous trees and rustled not only them, but also the shrubberies and grasses which grew all around him. It was quiet, borderline idyllic but Blackmoore knew it wasn't going to be so for much longer. Just like the most, he could feel the tingling tension that hanged in the air this evening. Looking up to the sky, the dark male had clearly seen the sky from one of the clearings near the swift river, or stream. There, right there on a horizon he'd seen the large formation of clouds coming from the east. They were dark, menacing even when lit by the sun which was already halfway below the horizon. To Blackmoore it was clear that there was a mighty storm coming, one to wage war in the sky.

While still looking upon the scene, the male have reminded himself of the various stories he'd heard during his youth. One in particular came to the male's mind, as he remembered the packs shaman who always claimed to have an explanation for any natural phenomenon. The stories have mostly claimed the involvement of spirits, and so it was in case of the story about the storms. Blackmoore however did not remembered much about the Valkyries, nor was especially spiritual. He however, felt a great dose of respect for what he was - for now - just observing. Angry spirits, gods or whatever - tonight won't be easy...

But there was still a bit of time, bit of peace to experience before the sky will come trashing down upon him and the forest. Putting himself at ease, the dark male have turned towards the hum of the nearby river, settling on a drink before it will all begin. It shouldn't take him long to get there, after all he was going down the delicate slope for now, neither he'd felt there were reasons to rush anything. He'd felt, strangely, relaxed. At peace even, if someone was to say something about him right now...
(This post was last modified: Aug 06, 2017, 07:55 PM by Blackmoore.)