Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150428005035/@comment-10197675-20150429201731

(Sorry if this post clashes with lore or anything haven’t been able to tread fast with all that’s happened. Anyway felt like posting so blehsmelhelk .And yes this post may be a little weird, but I don’t care.)

The quiet and soft breeze pushed the blades of grass aside as the sun shone down upon an open plain within the district of Whiterun Hold. The ground was rather dry and the cracks within the earth(Nirn whatever it would be) showed this, as ants scurried and hurried racing to and from their nest carting items of all shapes and sizes, from large leaves to bread crumbs dropped by the massive ones who sometimes travel the path next to their home, whilst consuming some food. Rain had been infrequent for the past week or so, therefore water patches upon the ground were quite sporadic, only the occasional spring or small stream offered the sight of water.

A figure could be seen slowly walking along the path gradually heading east, his intentions not verified and his thoughts not clear. His hands were numbed and his face was bruised and scarred, an old bandage still found itself wrapped around his left eye and a slight blood tinge stained it. He held his hand close to his chest, as pain pumped within it every so often. His eyes were fixed upon the ground in front of him, as he effortlessly stepped forwards still heading west along the path which headed away from Whiterun. The figure then passed the nest of which the ants now battled and scattered as a large Ant-mugging fly landed to quarrel and fight the ants for the items of which they obtained.

The Ant-Mugging fly managed to trick one ant as it imitated its sister by tapping, imitating the sound which forced the ant to regurgitate its food of which the Ant-Mugging fly made haste with, as well as the crumb that the ant carried which the fly now had clutched within its legs. Leaving the dazed Ant upon the ground confused to what had just occurred, the Ant-mugging fly flew off into the sky fleeing from the scene munching upon its newly gained regurgitated food, it buzzed through the air merrily changing directions as it a headed back to its home, somewhat pleased of its find upon this day. However as the fly was gaily buzzing along it failed to realise the height of which it had reached as it now found itself within the altitude level of many predatory birds. And as it gradually started to lose altitude an oncoming beak suddenly opened engulfing the fly instantly, before then swiftly closing. The bird then swallowed the fly, ending its short life, before then focusing upon other matters.

Swool gently glided south, souring through the air with ease. She squawked every so often when she felt it was necessary, her goal was not apparent, only to enjoy the freedom of flight as she carved her way across Tamreil.

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