Weylin Kyrel
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The hunter looked out at the orc stronghold city of Bhathairk. Since Zeri had left on her journey to find her sister without him, he had kept to a routine. Hunt and fish and forage in the surrounding area. Smoke, tan, and dry what he got. Sell what he didn't need for coin. A cycle repeated over and over and over again. Nothing changing. Nothing new. Like water swirling in a pool he was in motion but always found himself in the same place. He was becoming more reclusive again. Trips out in the isolation of the wilds became longer and longer. Time spent interacting with anyone other than himself or White further and further apart.
Weylin needed a change. He needed to change.
He picked his bow up and rose to his feet. The wind whipped his cloak. His gaze still upon the place a part of him expected her to return to any day when the rest of him knew she wouldn't. She left because he wouldn't. She was wind where he had remained stone. Unbound and free she needed to go.... And he should have been with her....
The hunter shook his head as White came up and rubbed her maw against him. Idly he began to pet her snowy fur. A slight smile crept over his face.
There was something else he needed to face yet hadn't. A part of him had changed. Or rather had awoken. A part he still tried to deny even as he felt it grow within him. His mother's gift to him that he has had since before his birth. A gift he ignored. Tried to ignore. One he needed to face. It was the change he knew he sought and required. An end to the mourning he refused to let go of even now.
So the hunter finally turned and began to walk. To the stone. To the very object that had caused him one of his worst experiences. It had seen him a slave then, but perhaps now it would see him freed of his bondage. Perhaps that portal would finally take him to the proper path he needed to walk.
Weylin needed a change. He needed to change.
He picked his bow up and rose to his feet. The wind whipped his cloak. His gaze still upon the place a part of him expected her to return to any day when the rest of him knew she wouldn't. She left because he wouldn't. She was wind where he had remained stone. Unbound and free she needed to go.... And he should have been with her....
The hunter shook his head as White came up and rubbed her maw against him. Idly he began to pet her snowy fur. A slight smile crept over his face.
There was something else he needed to face yet hadn't. A part of him had changed. Or rather had awoken. A part he still tried to deny even as he felt it grow within him. His mother's gift to him that he has had since before his birth. A gift he ignored. Tried to ignore. One he needed to face. It was the change he knew he sought and required. An end to the mourning he refused to let go of even now.
So the hunter finally turned and began to walk. To the stone. To the very object that had caused him one of his worst experiences. It had seen him a slave then, but perhaps now it would see him freed of his bondage. Perhaps that portal would finally take him to the proper path he needed to walk.
