So I have another account and it's not being used as much as I would like in comparison to Samorn. I have a character in mind but I'm stuck on a possible design for it. The character I have in mind would be very brash, active, love to spar and that's all I've thought of so far (it isn't very specific, haha).
I don't know what set would be appropriate for a character like this and so that's why I would love some input. Any suggestions at all are good because I'll be glancing at the pelt/mask/antler selectors to see what combinations might be good. I have an idea for a mask because I like it but I never had an appropriate character for it but I would definitely like some input because I know you guys know designs a lot more than I do, heh.
But I'm also stuck on the fact that this character might not fit in here and by that I don't mean something like not being popular or whatever but the idea of the character and what I have in mind doesn't seem to fit in to what I've observed around here. That's a whole other story though, hah.
It was as if the Gods wanted everybody to hide and be miserable, as if it were a punishment. Although one could also look at it as an opportunity for new life to grow.
I could feel them watching, I could sense them all around me. A shiver coursed through my body as I crouched among the flowers, praying to the Gods that I wouldn't be seen. I could hear quiet footsteps and I held my breath, eyes shutting as I could feel them coming closer. The sounds stopped and I cracked open one eye, as unmoving as a statue, trying to see if they were still here. The footsteps faded away and I let out a sigh of relief, although my body did not relax. They were still lurking, taunting me, screaming at me and I could hear them.
I took off, running toward my second sanctuary, a place where it glimmered and a cool breeze wafted across the surface. My hopes shattered as I saw the group had migrated there and were kneeling next to the water. Skidding to a halt I stumbled, hands gripping at the dirt on the slope as I tried to get away from them, to not be noticed. I stifled a cry as I gripped a sharp rock that jutted out from the hillside, the jagged edge cutting into my flesh and I glanced back in horror. They continued their frolicking around the fire as I ran.
Finding solace within a tree, I leaned back into the small opening and watched. I could see the flicker of a fire and that gave me some hope that they would be preoccupied, that I would be safe. The dark pull of unconsciousness fought with me and I wanted to refuse, I couldn't fall asleep while vulnerable on the ground. Just a few minutes, that's all.
Do you think she's awake?
A shrill giggle echoed and I opened my eyes and looking with an unfocused gaze at a face. A face that interrupted the otherwise unbroken circle that was the opening of the trunk. I shifted in place, hands behind my back as I looked for a way out.
Do you think she wants to play?
I found what I was looking for and I scrambled to fit through the slender opening, my body nearly getting stuck and I scrambled to my feet, taking off once again.
