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Raider trudged through the murky water, algae sticking to his armour while a sneer formed on his face, born of deep seething frustration, not of the swamp, mind you; he would embrace the feeling of the damp, squelching mud beneath his clawed toes and the heavy air of the swamp on his skin any day compared to the lands from which his people had fled.
but it also wasn't his ideal first choice either; he wouldn't have settled here if it wasn't for the fact that the tribe was on the verge of a rebellion if they were to journey any longer, with the strongest objections arising from those holding howling, hyper pups. He believed that a woman's patience ought not to be challenged.
Certainly, he empathised with the tribe's anger; they had already suffered numerous losses—killed by predators, defeated by severe conditions, and, of course, deserted. The latter was the main cause of his bad mood as he finally climbed up the muddy slope. The persistent scent of blood in the vicinity, the same that currently stained his claws, indicated that the cowardly idiots had chosen this route.
A towering ruin emerging from the marsh ahead of him probably acted as a temporary refuge to lick their wounds. It seemed like a good vantage point but a poor life choice if they planned to ambush him, he mused sarcastically.
Pausing briefly to brush off the oily remnants of the swamp from his armour, he resumed his walk, suppressing the inclination to kick a nearby stone due to the worry of facing another sudden jolt, an unpleasant consequence of his magic sensitivity that kept him almost perpetually alert to the energy in several rune-etched stones or the debris scattered beneath him in much of the marsh, gnawing at his already strained nerves and nearly making the tips of his ears quiver.
Had he been granted the time, he would have looked into why it appeared to escalate in this region, but at present, he was concentrating on finding the culprits and, ideally, doing so quickly to prevent further damage from them attacking another nearby community and endangering the tribe’s opportunities to restore their strength before the more aggressive natives took notice of them.
At last, at the base of the deteriorating wall, he silently started to ascend quickly, having merely peeked over the edge, and was on the verge of hoisting himself up when he unexpectedly halted, momentarily startled by what lay beyond.
but it also wasn't his ideal first choice either; he wouldn't have settled here if it wasn't for the fact that the tribe was on the verge of a rebellion if they were to journey any longer, with the strongest objections arising from those holding howling, hyper pups. He believed that a woman's patience ought not to be challenged.
Certainly, he empathised with the tribe's anger; they had already suffered numerous losses—killed by predators, defeated by severe conditions, and, of course, deserted. The latter was the main cause of his bad mood as he finally climbed up the muddy slope. The persistent scent of blood in the vicinity, the same that currently stained his claws, indicated that the cowardly idiots had chosen this route.
A towering ruin emerging from the marsh ahead of him probably acted as a temporary refuge to lick their wounds. It seemed like a good vantage point but a poor life choice if they planned to ambush him, he mused sarcastically.
Pausing briefly to brush off the oily remnants of the swamp from his armour, he resumed his walk, suppressing the inclination to kick a nearby stone due to the worry of facing another sudden jolt, an unpleasant consequence of his magic sensitivity that kept him almost perpetually alert to the energy in several rune-etched stones or the debris scattered beneath him in much of the marsh, gnawing at his already strained nerves and nearly making the tips of his ears quiver.
Had he been granted the time, he would have looked into why it appeared to escalate in this region, but at present, he was concentrating on finding the culprits and, ideally, doing so quickly to prevent further damage from them attacking another nearby community and endangering the tribe’s opportunities to restore their strength before the more aggressive natives took notice of them.
At last, at the base of the deteriorating wall, he silently started to ascend quickly, having merely peeked over the edge, and was on the verge of hoisting himself up when he unexpectedly halted, momentarily startled by what lay beyond.
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