#rangerofthewilds

[wildasawinterstorm-archive-blog]

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[heiress-of-fundin]

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Today was her day off and Thryd decided to spent the evening in the nearby town of men because their size of beer mugs was something she was very fond of. Without paying attention to the other guests, Thryd traversed the room of the small inn, seating herself in front of the counter right next to a boyish looking human. She eyed him from aside before she tapped the wooden bar. “One ale. A large one,” she ordered gruffly. 

[maethor-od-eryn-lasgalen]

A little further South (@ranger-of-the-wilds)

Along the Snowbourn stream Disenwe travels, his trek assumed to be leading west toward the mountains and further still. Flowing water is a welcome intrusion upon keen ears, internally praising the differing ambiance open ground bestows. Equally studious peers scour wondrous fields, envious that the Woodland realm bore no such clarity. It is dense and full of gnarling branches, ever deep until one ventures farther from its heart.

The vast plains of Rohan are starkly opposite; vast and fair as the moon in wholeness mid-sky. None can escape detection unless they linger behind the few rocks. One stone in particular cloaks that of a man, his figure emerging as though fleetingly obstructed by whatever initially brought him to lurk. How the silvan did not see this drifting visage before now vexes him, if only for the fact that his elven eyes ne'er miss a detail. Instead of dwelling he dismisses it to address the mortal, raising his hand in a halting, yet benign gesture. "You there. Son of man. Which way to Anfalas?"

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

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“I am The Countess, and your name?,” she questioned, before her eyes tracked where the vein in his neck would be. The Countess turned about upon her heel, her form aware there was another form following her heel steps this evening in London. Was he human? Creature? Ally? Enemy? All would be revealed as she let her eyes linger over his features.

[braidsofgold]

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             Fíli was just having an ale in the tavern; after the long journey it has been like blessing to finally sit down and have a mug just like he always had it. The liquid was just as cold as it should be and the foam got captured in his moustache when he drank. And yet he tirelessly kept wipping it off while watching his surroundings. This inn near the road was nothing like the dwarven place. There were all kinds of people here; which only made it more fascinating.

             Sitting nearby the door, the young dwarven prince had a chance to observe every new comer with a short glance that did not seem rude to him. He didn't want to mess in anybody's business, nor he wanted to draw the unwanted attention to himself. However, when one of the newcomers rushed their hand through their pocket and a small object that could fit into one's palm fell on the floor, he couldn't just let it lay there. Finishing his mug, he got up, picking the thing up from the ground and making his way towards the stranger. He tapped them on the shoulder, waiting for them to turn around before he handed out the object in his hand. "Is this, by any chance, yours?"

[femalethepug]

ranger-of-the-wilds started following femalethepug

Hiiii, I'm Female! What's your name? Do you want to play? You like my tail?

-Turns around and shakes her cinnitail-