#araglass

[infxrmatixn]

[ SCANNING. . . ] FOUND. // +4 synthesiize // praedxtos // ara-glass // undxrfoot

❝ I'd prefer if you didn't touch that --- ❞

[riddarii-a]

ara-glass said:

{ Go to work amfg, then come back and let’s dgjfdgdfgfddg insane. }

lol ok i'll do that

[ixto]

ara-glass

[ text: ] Perhaps less backlight, and more from above.

[ text: ] You are a king, try a low angle shot. We should be looking up at you.

[frerin-son-of-thrain]

Woodland change - [closed rp / Ara-glass ]

It had to have been the first time in years where Frerin had found himself lost in the woods. He had known the instant that he stood in front of the borders of Mirkwood that it wasn’t the woods he had been used to as a young dwarf, when he admittingly had done a little bit of poaching. Mirkwood now gave him an unsettling feeling in his stomach. But it was the fastest way to Lake Town, so he had dismounted Grimm and forced the horse along with him on the paths. That alone turned out to be a bad idea, the path was hard to follow and Grimm grew more skittish the further they went. At some point, the horse had enough, pulled itself free from Frerin’s grip and dashed off, leaving him alone without any of his supplies in a forest he no longer trusted.

Seeing no other way out of it all, Frerin set himself to find the elves, it was to risky to wander further into the woods on his own without any weapons or food. So he had to turn to the only ones who could offer assistance in this. And if he had to spend a few months in the Elven dungeons then so be it. He just hoped that Grimm would wait for him at the borders of the woods.

It didn’t take long to find them, not when he made as much noise as he could so they would find him sooner. The guards were displeased by his sudden appearance, and much against their will took him to see their King. At that point Frerin firmly believed that his life could not get any worse. He had hoped to speak with the head of the guards, and not the King. But yet he was dragged to face him, and all Frerin could do was hope that the Elven King wouldn’t recognize him as Frerin The Warrior Prince. So Frerin bowed once he saw the King, thinking that it was best to keep his manners. If he kept his manners maybe he would be sent away directly. “Le suilon melda tár.” Frerin greeted the King in his own tongue, hoping that it would earn him a little bit of a good side. “My apologies for my sudden appearance, I’m sure I disturb something. I go by the name of Hod the traveller dwarf.” Frerin hoped that the King wouldn’t ask any further questions on that matter, the last thing Frerin wanted to do now was explain why he wasn’t dead, as people had believed him to be for over a hundred years now. 

[flovverisms]

ara-glass:

 ↣❇❈❇——{ мιякωσσ∂ }——❇❈❇↢ 

             ❝ State your name and purpose, intruder. ❞

                A rat who takes pleasure in moving through the shadows is how he sees this infiltrator. T’was not often that an uninvited soul born outside of his realm found his kingdom deep within the heart of the forests - long has he taken such unexpected company as threats and possible underlings of the Dark Lord, be their features that of a mortal’s or an orc’s.

                                                                  ↣✕♕ —{ ✖ || ✖ }— ♕✕↢ 

[❀] ---- Such an abnormal scenery compared to the sights she was accustomed to on Gaia. Midgar held more metal than floral scenery, and the sound of an automobile's horn took the place of the chirping of the occasional bird she heard from above. How she had arrived in this unwonted civilization was unknown, but it wasn't a total scare for the woman. It was a pleasant view, and relaxing to the senses for a change.

Yet at the sound of a cold tone mingled within a simple question, did Aerith feel a sense of wanting to tread back to her native sights. "My name is Aerith. I don't mean to intrude here, I am only curious as to what this place is. Or how I got this far from home, really." The sound of light steps could be heard as she came forward from the shadows of the towering timbers, her gaze fixing upon the man that stood before her.