(Good night to all who participated as well.) As Galen looked at the scene with a divided sense of what might be the best action in the following days, he soon found himself walking down the paths of the Northern Sergal Capitol, treading barefoot down the cobbled paths in search of a place of temporary solace. Looking up at the stars of a calm night sky, and back down to the earth and a strange new land, he continued his walk throughout the districts of the city, now nearly empty of people who had attended the celebration of victory over the defeated Southerners. Occasionally making a shift of forms for whatever varied terrain the city paths covered, he eventually found his way to the base of a neighboring peak sparsely covered with the dwellings of these strange new people, and finally made a few short, rustling flaps of his wings before stowing them, and was quick to arrive at the highest peak overlooking the town, where he sat overlooking the capitol of the Northern Sergals, gleaming with the light of a new victory, and another day of conquest in the name of their gods. As he sang to himself a song of a world ablaze with changes, he shifted his wings back into existence, using them to guard against the cold mountain air.
Topic: Discovering the furry world (Read 5512 times)