Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20150518023506/@comment-10197675-20150518213614

(Will be returning to daily/bi-daily posting this Saturday guys, so that’s when I’ll continue with Alvarindn.)

[]Meanwhile within the Mountain ranges of the Reach, in-between High Rock and Skyrim…

Swool was perched upon the top of a high mountain peak, staring out into the expanses of Skyrim. She could almost see The Throat of the World, due to the clear skies that were apparent upon this brisk wind swept day. The trees upon the mountains in front of her flowed within the wind, sending any peculiar leaf on a journey into the Reach as the weaker ones dropped breaking free from the trees. Swool’s eyes glistened within the bright shining light of the sun and her feathers wavered as the odd gust of wind hit her, trying her balance and testing her poise, yet not challenging her for the buzzard could stand in the strongest of winds and not be nudged.

The tall and ominous sturdy mountains reminded Swool of her previous master, the days that she would follow him and bring loyalty were now long gone, as the days of loneliness had now started. Swool was now a simple nomad, tediously flying the widths of Tamreil in search for a life that was not in her reach, away from any other form of master. Nelnorm’s whistles still rung within her small ears, the echo of relief and need, a call for aid or a call for companionship that was no longer real. Swool could hear the words exiting the Nords mouth, being able to understand each one and knowing that he would understand the squawk back. Swool could still recall the day the Inn burnt down, watching in fear and anguish as her master was burnt and crushed, knowing that there was nothing she could do, no aid she could offer… nothing.

Swool opened her mouth atop of the high peak as she then released a loud and extensive squawk that rebounded throughout the vales below her, spreading into the lands, entering every cave, every town, every building. Swool would not forget her master, and as she stretched her wings flapping and extending them as she took off, into the air she went effortlessly gliding with strong flaps of her wings sending her soaring through the air towards the skies and onwards to her next point of interval, where that would be was uncertain for Swool had no place of belonging, no nest to come back to, only a lonely mountain peak or the odd tree that offered cover. So forth wards she therefore carried on…