11-08-2022, 10:30 PM
♞ The nighttime seemed to be an active time here -- Morana notes this as he stops by the border. The sounds of animals crashing through something a few hundred meters away is a dead giveaway. They seem to be having fun, though the sound of a dying animal pierces the air. A deer. Or perhaps an Elk. Either way, the whooping and hollering of the assumed hunters fills the air once more.
The feline yawns under the armor, sitting down as said armor squeaks in protest softly. It is muffled by the fabric protecting his soft fur from the harsh cold of the metal. He cares little, and simply shifts as the rapier on his left hip does. Morana flicks an ear and stays silent as he hears someone in the undergrowth some meters before him. He holds his head up high, tail curling around his body. "speech"
The feline yawns under the armor, sitting down as said armor squeaks in protest softly. It is muffled by the fabric protecting his soft fur from the harsh cold of the metal. He cares little, and simply shifts as the rapier on his left hip does. Morana flicks an ear and stays silent as he hears someone in the undergrowth some meters before him. He holds his head up high, tail curling around his body. "speech"