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by WolfofValor on Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:10 am
A lonely walking figure that's clothes were soaked to the point of dripping. That basically all that could be said for the long haired male who made his way to Time village. His hair was stuck to the skin on his face, and every single time he pushed it out of the way it would come back. Already giving up that pointless struggle he just glared at the people he passed. Only once did he bother to stop and take a few steps back. The statue of the Hero of Time. The adventurer growled, "Bet you liked having a map didn't you? But no old men with urgent letters don't have time to send maps with easier routes." He pulled the soggy message out of his pocket trying to read it, though all the words were just scrambled together because of the water. Something about the tavern and a guy named Marhos. More he looked at it, it seemed liked it said more hoes. "I sware, if its more of those kids playing their little joke saying people are the second coming of link."
For a moment he actually debated on turning back around and leaving, but he was determined to go ahead with it. Where else would he go. He took a minute to actually find out which building was the tavern, because all of them just looked different then he was used to. Sure enough ,the place he entered was a very populated place... and a lot of kids. "Oh have pity on the first kid to run up and ask me why I am wet." Instead of waiting to find out he sat down at the furthest end of the bar away from everyone, and laying out the wet paper that was now coming off into different pieces," Marhos, Mirhouse, Marckos, March, Morsko. What the heck is this? Stupid rivers.." Every time he tried putting the paper together, some of it would stick to his fingers and break even more. He slammed his fist onto the bar, then ripped the rest of it up in shreds. "Seriously, if someone has to cross nine rivers, then someone really needs to send a map."
With the blood moon rising to the air. The sky turns red, only the stars showing through. Shadows lurk every corner, the wolves howl in a frenzied rage. Watch your back, the wolf of valor has taken the feild.
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