Snippet #1963153

In a small house in the middle of the city a window on the second floor slowly creaked open, a slim figure slowly crawled out and hesitantly walked to the edge looking around as they walked to the edge and peered down. Their knees started to shake and they gulped for air a few beads of sweat appeared on their forehead. “y-you can do this Shigeru…” a young males voice whispered to himself, his voice as soft as an early spring breeze. He pushed his glasses back on his face, “j-just pretend you’re Moth…” he muttered as he thought of his elven ranger character on Winters fire. When that didn’t work he thought of that Dark Elf in his dreams. He clenched his fist and leaped to the tree nearby.
His fingers scrambled as he grabbed a branch and sighed in relief as he slowly climbed down the tree, his hands shaking, he did not dare to look down. Reaching the ground he grabbed his chest panting for breath. He looked around and darted to his grotto. He bumped into an older man on his way, “Hey watch it kid!” the man yelled at him. “S-S-sorry…” Shigeru managed to say stuttering over his words as he ran, he took the back route trying his best to avoid people. He hated to be surrounded by people, and since he was bullied so much he stayed locked up in his room, only sneaking out to go to his grotto. He ran through the cemetery on the way the frosted grass crunching slightly under his feet. His sweater and sleeve got caught on a bushes prickly branches and he tugged it free, slightly revealing a few scars on his wrist.
He finally reached the grotto and sighed in relief seeing no one there. He sat underneath a tree and took out a well-worn fantasy book and started to read it pushing his glasses back into places…this was his sanctuary away from people…from nagging, and bullies.
He doesn’t know how long he was there but soon he felt himself drift off into sleep…

Kalan Zakn Auvry’Ghym woke up from his sleep and walked outside of his ‘house’ though it was not a regular shaped house, or even where many would consider to live. It was the hollowed out trunk of an old dead tree. He nudged the camouflage blanket a bit and checked to make sure there was no one of any kind there. His red gleaming eyes did not spot anyone, though they did not work so well in the light, but the sun was setting soon so they worked better than if it had been midday. He slung his cowl on as well as his quiver over his head and grabbed his bow. He quietly walked outside his boots not even breaking a twig as he listened. He needed to go hunting …there was no avoiding that. He let out a soft sigh and headed to the grotto nearest to the desert a few hardy, and tasty, halla grazed there. He made sure he stayed down wind of them, he saw them and an almost evil grin appeared on his face. He readied an arrow drawing it back and was about to release it, when he and they heard a noise coming from the desert. He cursed in his native tongue under his breath and ran to a tree quickly leaping to the lowest branch and climbed up making sure none of the branches so much as shuddered as he saw someone, a human, approaching wielding a sword and knives. He kept his arrow aimed on him and frowned before he lowered it, making none of the leaves rustle as he watched the wanderer carefully.