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Raider waded through the murky water, algae clinging to his armour as a sneer stretched across his face, born of deep seething frustration, not of the swamp, mind you; he'd welcome the sensation of the wet, squelching mud between his clawed toes and the thick air of the swamp on his hide any day, especially compared to the lands from which his people had fled.
It wasn't his ideal first choice either, but he'd nearly had a mutiny on his hands if the tribe was forced to travel any further, with the most vehement protests coming from those carrying screaming, overexcited pups. No, a female's patience should not be tested, he thought.
Of course, he shared the tribe's frustration; they had already lost so many—slain by predators, struck down by harsh elements, and deserted. The latter was the primary reason for his foul mood as he finally made his way up the muddy bank. The lingering smell of blood in the area, the same that currently stained his claws, indicated that the foolish cowards had chosen this route.
A tall ruin rising from the swamp before him likely served as a temporary refuge to lick their wounds. It appeared to be a good vantage point but a poor choice if they planned to ambush him, he thought wryly.
Taking a moment to shake the oily residue of the swamp from his armour, he continued walking, resisting the urge to kick a passing stone for fear of experiencing an unexpected shock again, a nasty side effect of his magic sensitivity that made him almost constantly aware of its presence in a few rune-inscribed stones or scattered beneath his feet under much of the marsh, gnawing at his already frayed nerves and almost causing the tips of his ears to tremble.
If he'd had the time, he would have investigated why it seemed to intensify in this area, but for now, he was more focused on locating the perpetrators and hopefully soon, lest they cause any further destruction by assaulting another local settlement and jeopardising the tribe's chances of rebuilding their forces before the more hostile natives became more aware of their presence.
Finally, at the foot of the crumbling wall, he, without a sound, began to swiftly climb, having just poked his head over the top, and was about to pull himself up when he suddenly froze, momentarily taken aback by what he saw on the other side.
It wasn't his ideal first choice either, but he'd nearly had a mutiny on his hands if the tribe was forced to travel any further, with the most vehement protests coming from those carrying screaming, overexcited pups. No, a female's patience should not be tested, he thought.
Of course, he shared the tribe's frustration; they had already lost so many—slain by predators, struck down by harsh elements, and deserted. The latter was the primary reason for his foul mood as he finally made his way up the muddy bank. The lingering smell of blood in the area, the same that currently stained his claws, indicated that the foolish cowards had chosen this route.
A tall ruin rising from the swamp before him likely served as a temporary refuge to lick their wounds. It appeared to be a good vantage point but a poor choice if they planned to ambush him, he thought wryly.
Taking a moment to shake the oily residue of the swamp from his armour, he continued walking, resisting the urge to kick a passing stone for fear of experiencing an unexpected shock again, a nasty side effect of his magic sensitivity that made him almost constantly aware of its presence in a few rune-inscribed stones or scattered beneath his feet under much of the marsh, gnawing at his already frayed nerves and almost causing the tips of his ears to tremble.
If he'd had the time, he would have investigated why it seemed to intensify in this area, but for now, he was more focused on locating the perpetrators and hopefully soon, lest they cause any further destruction by assaulting another local settlement and jeopardising the tribe's chances of rebuilding their forces before the more hostile natives became more aware of their presence.
Finally, at the foot of the crumbling wall, he, without a sound, began to swiftly climb, having just poked his head over the top, and was about to pull himself up when he suddenly froze, momentarily taken aback by what he saw on the other side.