Post by Sleipnir Dragnov on Mar 29, 2010 18:33:30 GMT -5
Sleipnir had, over the course of his travels, gained a great deal of stamina and endurance, but he was finally reaching his limits as he trekked up the Ossa Trail. The seemingly hardened Half-Elf sat down on the severed stump of a tree long since decayed and fallen. He looked to the sky, his golden hair shimmering like liquid treasure in the bright sun.
"Is this what I was meant to do?" Sleipnir wondered aloud. "Is this what I was born for?" He had long since turned his thoughts towards life and meaning, because he had little of one and less of the other.
(short post, sorry)
"Is this what I was meant to do?" Sleipnir wondered aloud. "Is this what I was born for?" He had long since turned his thoughts towards life and meaning, because he had little of one and less of the other.
(short post, sorry)