05-11-2018, 03:24 AM
Kwazi Entered the forrest, the one thing that hasn't altered (seemingly) in his abscence. He walks around, wondering if they, too, have changed. There's certainly no-longer any strange mists, but more than that has happened.
The friends he held dear are gone. His only love has died, the place he once called home has been replaced and renamed. Only heaven knows why he was left, all these years. All twelve of them.
He feels like a huge chunk of his life has vanished, and another hunk has been ripped away from him. The splashed flaxen walks downtroddenly into the forrest, not looking where he was going. Not caring either.
Any place was better than in his broken soul.
@[Trekori] @[Andulvar] @[Leilan] Hope you don't mind me jumping in!
The friends he held dear are gone. His only love has died, the place he once called home has been replaced and renamed. Only heaven knows why he was left, all these years. All twelve of them.
He feels like a huge chunk of his life has vanished, and another hunk has been ripped away from him. The splashed flaxen walks downtroddenly into the forrest, not looking where he was going. Not caring either.
Any place was better than in his broken soul.
@[Trekori] @[Andulvar] @[Leilan] Hope you don't mind me jumping in!