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ButterMonkey
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Kael frowned in a dark corner of the great room. His dirty locks of hair fell around in his face like a burial shroud. The mute warrior had been off duty for a shift but had heard through the grapevine about a member of his brethren who had been felled by the darkness. A werewolf in the FateGuard; who would've thought?
The dirty leather armor that Kael adorned seemed dingy compared to most of his compatriots. Even Arkavenn's beaten mail appeared with more luster even though it was more to the compilation of dents than the actual material. Kael being mute never liked large social events. He didn't fit in and his attire added to this personality trait; or lack thereof. The cloak he wore was blessed but it did not look the part. It was ragged and so plain in color that if one was asked to define it the answer would more than likely contain an -ish or two.
Regardless, it was Kael's duty to attend such gatherings and here he was. Thrilled. -_- Using his right elbow as a prop, the warrior leaned against the wall and tried his best to remain in the shadows. In his left hand he held a wooden goblet that held a bitter red wine. Normally given to mead, Kael was slow to consume his beverage. He did have manners and a solid upbringing so he would finish this gift before switching to a less illustrious beverage. The food tonight was excellent. It far exceeded his normal meal of bread and dried meat but that was generally not hard to do. His eyes danced around the room from one member of the Guard to the next. He finally allowed them to rest on his commander.
Kael took another sip of his beverage while thoughts danced through his skull. He sighed in boredom and shut his eyes. He was almost praying for a drunk to act out so he would have something to do.
[In a rush and did not proofread; please pm if you find any.. awkwardness]
The dirty leather armor that Kael adorned seemed dingy compared to most of his compatriots. Even Arkavenn's beaten mail appeared with more luster even though it was more to the compilation of dents than the actual material. Kael being mute never liked large social events. He didn't fit in and his attire added to this personality trait; or lack thereof. The cloak he wore was blessed but it did not look the part. It was ragged and so plain in color that if one was asked to define it the answer would more than likely contain an -ish or two.
Regardless, it was Kael's duty to attend such gatherings and here he was. Thrilled. -_- Using his right elbow as a prop, the warrior leaned against the wall and tried his best to remain in the shadows. In his left hand he held a wooden goblet that held a bitter red wine. Normally given to mead, Kael was slow to consume his beverage. He did have manners and a solid upbringing so he would finish this gift before switching to a less illustrious beverage. The food tonight was excellent. It far exceeded his normal meal of bread and dried meat but that was generally not hard to do. His eyes danced around the room from one member of the Guard to the next. He finally allowed them to rest on his commander.
Kael took another sip of his beverage while thoughts danced through his skull. He sighed in boredom and shut his eyes. He was almost praying for a drunk to act out so he would have something to do.
[In a rush and did not proofread; please pm if you find any.. awkwardness]