Time stamp 39th of Spring 514 AV
It had been a long and harsh winter for the trickster, and equally eye-opening as well. He had left one world to get away from an unfair leadership and a heavy foot upon his back, to walk right into a jealous dictator that changed the rules to fit her needs whenever it suited her. Afterwords, the Dhani started to wonder if he would ever get a fair shake, or if all the world behaved in this way. He left Kenash and followed along aside a merchant group that were leaving there and heading to Syliras to trade. Mamoru knew nothing of this city but if there was a chance that it was better than the last he had visited, then he would give it a try.
He moved away from the caravan that he had been traveling with and struck out on his own. This land was still so new to him and it was very different than the jungles he was used to. The forest was dry and with the Spring arriving also came a bunch of smelly plants that tickled his nose in the wrong way. Fresh grass grew beneath his feet and the birds in the trees above his head fluttered about, singing songs of joy enough to irritate him into moving. Mamoru was in human form, dressed in his normal dark clothing and carrying with him a backpack with items to help him survive in the wild during his trip.
Along with his dark clothing and backpack, the trickster carried his trusty Naginata just in case he ran into trouble along the road while he was setting up camp. The world over was so very dangerous, creatures of the night, Myrians and now Rajuro. There was a never ending threat in the world and he was just trying to stay alive long enough to see it through to the end. The Dhani headed along the road scoping out the layout of the land and putting it to memory in case he needed to backtrack during the night.
It was Spring now and like all snakes he was glad for the coming heat. Being from the jungle he was used to having even warm winters, but in this place it got so cold that the ground and trees turned to frost and Mamoru was not thrilled to be in it. His heavy boots trampled the freshly growing flowers at his feet, his weapon of choice used almost like a walking cane as he made his way closer to the city. He wouldn't enter yet, no he wasn't that trusting, never again. The trickster would first need to learn about the place and the people there, then and only then would he enter.
It had been a long and harsh winter for the trickster, and equally eye-opening as well. He had left one world to get away from an unfair leadership and a heavy foot upon his back, to walk right into a jealous dictator that changed the rules to fit her needs whenever it suited her. Afterwords, the Dhani started to wonder if he would ever get a fair shake, or if all the world behaved in this way. He left Kenash and followed along aside a merchant group that were leaving there and heading to Syliras to trade. Mamoru knew nothing of this city but if there was a chance that it was better than the last he had visited, then he would give it a try.
He moved away from the caravan that he had been traveling with and struck out on his own. This land was still so new to him and it was very different than the jungles he was used to. The forest was dry and with the Spring arriving also came a bunch of smelly plants that tickled his nose in the wrong way. Fresh grass grew beneath his feet and the birds in the trees above his head fluttered about, singing songs of joy enough to irritate him into moving. Mamoru was in human form, dressed in his normal dark clothing and carrying with him a backpack with items to help him survive in the wild during his trip.
Along with his dark clothing and backpack, the trickster carried his trusty Naginata just in case he ran into trouble along the road while he was setting up camp. The world over was so very dangerous, creatures of the night, Myrians and now Rajuro. There was a never ending threat in the world and he was just trying to stay alive long enough to see it through to the end. The Dhani headed along the road scoping out the layout of the land and putting it to memory in case he needed to backtrack during the night.
It was Spring now and like all snakes he was glad for the coming heat. Being from the jungle he was used to having even warm winters, but in this place it got so cold that the ground and trees turned to frost and Mamoru was not thrilled to be in it. His heavy boots trampled the freshly growing flowers at his feet, his weapon of choice used almost like a walking cane as he made his way closer to the city. He wouldn't enter yet, no he wasn't that trusting, never again. The trickster would first need to learn about the place and the people there, then and only then would he enter.
