[Some (Merk, for instance, in the dry and cynical voice he knew so well) might question the choice to reveal his...."unique" biology to the human populaton of Norfinbury. Vorin himself thought it made little difference to delay an outcome that felt inevitable. Food and shelter were limited, after all, as was the ability to travel far or fast. The others would cross paths with him eventually...would see him for what he was. Better to face fate on his own terms.]
This isn't what came to mind when I read the term "scavenger hunt". Bottle caps and paper clips, shoelaces, something called a "yoh-yoh"....
[A pause.]
And the femur bone of a newborn infant. What possible use could that have?
[At least the Dread Weapons were absent from this bizarre list. One took silver linings where they could be found, Vorin believed, and he absolutely did not need the fear of "admin" knowing about such incredibly powerful, incredibly dangerous artifacts to gain the knife-edge of confirmation.]
three | action
[Vorin's gaze is flat and hard with wary suspicion and a caged sort of anger, both thinly masked by the terrible patience of a hunter poised to spring. Armor creaks as gauntleted hands curl into fists. His gold eyes track the shadow-creature's presence without pause, as though daring it to try something more ambitious than hovering around his newest companion and being creepy.]
I don't know about you, but the idea of sleeping the night through while this...thing....hangs around seems ill-advised.
Vorin | Battle Beasts
[Some (Merk, for instance, in the dry and cynical voice he knew so well) might question the choice to reveal his...."unique" biology to the human populaton of Norfinbury. Vorin himself thought it made little difference to delay an outcome that felt inevitable. Food and shelter were limited, after all, as was the ability to travel far or fast. The others would cross paths with him eventually...would see him for what he was. Better to face fate on his own terms.]
This isn't what came to mind when I read the term "scavenger hunt". Bottle caps and paper clips, shoelaces, something called a "yoh-yoh"....
[A pause.]
And the femur bone of a newborn infant. What possible use could that have?
[At least the Dread Weapons were absent from this bizarre list. One took silver linings where they could be found, Vorin believed, and he absolutely did not need the fear of "admin" knowing about such incredibly powerful, incredibly dangerous artifacts to gain the knife-edge of confirmation.]
three | action
[Vorin's gaze is flat and hard with wary suspicion and a caged sort of anger, both thinly masked by the terrible patience of a hunter poised to spring. Armor creaks as gauntleted hands curl into fists. His gold eyes track the shadow-creature's presence without pause, as though daring it to try something more ambitious than hovering around his newest companion and being creepy.]
I don't know about you, but the idea of sleeping the night through while this...thing....hangs around seems ill-advised.