Dragontear
Grim Reaper
- Joined
- Oct 7, 2010
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Laying with sinewy arms crossed behind his broad back, the Wolf-blooded Humanoid sighed to himself, a Hybrid of Human and Monster, fit, agile and strong, with long limbs and low amounts of fat marked him as a good specimen of his kind. Yet the dark rings under his eyes and the feeling of leaden, irritating weight in the back of his mind was a reminder of yet another night of minimal sleep. It was something Asher had come to be used to by now, gazing emptily at the wooden ceiling above or spending time outside, either watching the moon or working to improve his humble stone and wood cabin. The male could feel the cool air currants passing through his humble adobe, a soothing caress of the wind that wrought from lungs a soft sigh, the mis-matched eyes drooping again is if to resign to a hour or more of sleep...
...Naturally upon awakening at the dawn of a new day, he'd have to rise and prepare himself for another length of service. It was early enough that Asher could take himself out of the bed-chambers and meditate on a vine-mat in the living room, a nice space with sparse furniture that was comfortable and cool, simply sufficient for the man to gather his thoughts and reflect, clear his mind of everything. Asher could rest sitting down with crossed legs, elbows on knees and chin on relaxed, interlocked hands for as long as need-be with his odd eyes closed. Despite such a seemingly peaceful, relaxed posture Asher could spring into action with practiced ease, even with the full suit of leather and breast-plate armor on, quite useful if waiting for somebody, for his senses remained sharp. During this meditation he felt a calmness surround himself, and sighed deeply whilst opening his closed optics
Relaxed now, he took the time to eat a healthy mix of purchased oats, vegetables and re-cooked meat pieces, clean himself and the required equipment up, and then taking up the ready to use tools of his duties. The fully armored Wolf-like Human quietly trudged out of the small wood and stone cabin, locking the door and huffing at the possible futility of it, thinking about this whilst moving away from the den. Nobody had a reason to force entry into his home, anybody that did would lose their hands for it, that much he made clear without speaking it, for the glare of darkened eyes often spoke more than he needed to. Onto the pathway that led from the wooded 'cul de sac' that was visually isolated enough by thick knots of trees and rockery that few had any reason to find his tiny little paradise, Asher progressed onwards and mused; they would have to get past the well-armed and armored male trudging down the dirt path to find the better-worn routes through this rocky, splintered forest.
...Naturally upon awakening at the dawn of a new day, he'd have to rise and prepare himself for another length of service. It was early enough that Asher could take himself out of the bed-chambers and meditate on a vine-mat in the living room, a nice space with sparse furniture that was comfortable and cool, simply sufficient for the man to gather his thoughts and reflect, clear his mind of everything. Asher could rest sitting down with crossed legs, elbows on knees and chin on relaxed, interlocked hands for as long as need-be with his odd eyes closed. Despite such a seemingly peaceful, relaxed posture Asher could spring into action with practiced ease, even with the full suit of leather and breast-plate armor on, quite useful if waiting for somebody, for his senses remained sharp. During this meditation he felt a calmness surround himself, and sighed deeply whilst opening his closed optics
Relaxed now, he took the time to eat a healthy mix of purchased oats, vegetables and re-cooked meat pieces, clean himself and the required equipment up, and then taking up the ready to use tools of his duties. The fully armored Wolf-like Human quietly trudged out of the small wood and stone cabin, locking the door and huffing at the possible futility of it, thinking about this whilst moving away from the den. Nobody had a reason to force entry into his home, anybody that did would lose their hands for it, that much he made clear without speaking it, for the glare of darkened eyes often spoke more than he needed to. Onto the pathway that led from the wooded 'cul de sac' that was visually isolated enough by thick knots of trees and rockery that few had any reason to find his tiny little paradise, Asher progressed onwards and mused; they would have to get past the well-armed and armored male trudging down the dirt path to find the better-worn routes through this rocky, splintered forest.
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