Keep your Pointy Ears to Yourself :P

In the morning he digs through some crates, mindlessly digging through the clothing he has purchased from many ports. His hand touches a piece of fur and holds fast. It feels like something that is like a dream, like a memory, but in a way what he still is.

Every where he turns, the horns blow, the drums beat, the hearts grow stronger. War comes to this land. No longer are many to ignore what the Northerners have done. No longer can so many fight separately. Come soon, a fight will come far gre… Continue

The meal was very eventful. Kehl demanded to eat his meal in wide bowl, on the floor, and without his hands like his new friend. No amount of debate could change the boy’s mind, as he kept with the play, laughing nosily with each bite. The dog’s barks rang regularly through the small home, and every couple of pieces of meat were followed by a quick run around from room to room. Each step the dog took, the boy was right behind, looking to tug a tail or hug the hairy beast.
“I apologize for Snausy… Continue

((Here’s what I did for holiday break. For those who don’t know, I have a VKC dog named Snausy. In my early days of rp, she would follow me around everywhere – and I credit her with turning my rp social life around. Problem is that over the months, the scripts stated getting screwed up and she caused awful lag, so I would only bring her out occasionally. But now it makes sense to move on a little, but not without a goodbye :D))

The gangplank was grounded for no more than an instant before Snaus… Continue

((slightly old story ... but then again, I kept myself busy until now ... but hopefully won't be too confusing))

It was a fine morning, indeed. The sun shown down on the wide sea, and the southern winds warmed the air around them. You could even feel sun in the sea spray as it washed across the bow, slightly moistening the Governor's fine clothing. But this day he needed little to warm him.
He walked the deck of the ship, minding the time for the short voyage. This was an easy journey, one he h… Continue

((Had been thinking about doing this for a bit ... and since the Dark Lord chimed in, thought I would return the volley))

There's a dull routine that comes with leadership. There is the usual information gathering, what has come to the Port, what has left. He stills looks over the trade goods coming and going from the warehouse, that old habit doesn't die easy. But for the Port Governor, he still looks forward to a warm greeting and a shake of the hand from the new people he meets in this town.… Continue