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There isn't much for a man - Layre - 3/21/2026
I apologize everyone my health has been a bit touch and go lately. But I am here and hope to work better at replying.
Layre moved through the lands. Blue eyes on the horizon. In his maw rabbit. The flesh still warm. The creature dripping on his paws as he moved. But it was nothing he wasn't used too. There was a new bearing to the area. Spring was here and he could feel it. He wondered after some of the wolves. Though he hadn't met many. He stuck to himself. Probably not the best thing to do around here. But what was a former soldier supposed to do. WHen he did not know the language many spoke. He didn't understand their customs and their ways.
He sighed softly, the fur of the rabbit stirring and tickling the roof of his mouth. He increased his speed. Anxious to deliver it to the nearest cache and catch something else.
RE: There isn't much for a man - Batu - 3/22/2026
Horselord had seen this large ruddy man, broad as the altai and strewn in white scars. His look is one of a mercenary who outlived years of employment. He made himself useful, and at a distance the nomad, who worried that settled life was dulling his own instincts, had come to favor him.
Shrugging the deel from his shoulders, Batu trots towards the huntsman. He'd never watched the man speak, nor heard his voice.
“Want a partner?”
RE: There isn't much for a man - Layre - 3/22/2026
The air was stirred. Layre was no longer alone. Large head turned to gaze into the eyes of another. He blinked and dipped his head turning his gaze away. If memory served this one was often in the company of what Layre assumed was the queen.
He dropped the rabbit gently. The sound making his tattered ear twitch once, twice. Pieces of the skin where notches bore a bit loose. Scarred muzzle lifted into the air to catch scent of man. He smelled of the large creatures nearby.
A nod and then Layre spoke. His voice commanding without trying. Strong. He had led men and women for years and it showed in all ways.
I'd appreciate it. Names Layre.
RE: There isn't much for a man - Batu - 3/24/2026
“Batu.”
He nods and an easy trot is found beside Layre, whose immense stride breaks him into a good pant. The jiji has begun to thaw, sweeping scents of maytime and frost undertow where it mixes in with the hunter’s busk. He smells unlike them and speaks without their accent.
“Where is it you come from?” On the trade roads he'd met red-pelted diplomats and towering nords, but this man the nomad could not yet place.
RE: There isn't much for a man - Layre - 3/24/2026
Layre shifted his stride when he noticed that the other struggled a bit. The air still held a bite to it. But greenery was beginning to show through. He had an inkling that when in full bloom this place would be beautiful.
A tilt of his head, tattered ear tweaked forward. I've been all over. But I hailed from a land not here. I am or I suppose was a soldier for most of my life.