Author: Kyra Tivares, Posted: Fri Nov 2, 2018 8:06 AM, Post Subject: Not so dreary night in the Plains [O]

Small two eyes were observing a stranger from afar. A little rabbit was the creature that watched Dread. Her long ears were back so as to avoid them being seen. The small rabbit crept closer and closer. Suddenly the rabbit morphed into an even smaller creature. A mouse. It was better to be something smaller when one wanted to sneak up on the person. The now mouse, was Kyra. She moved carefully and as quietly as possible. Then she walked up to the fire. It was warm and comfortable. She pretended to be a simple cold mouse who only wanted a little warmth. She was also on the opposite side of the fire that Dread was. Then she waited for him to look away from her. Once he did, she would transform into her regular form. For now she remained as a mouse and waited. Why was she doing this? No particular reason. Perhaps it was so she could scare him. Or maybe she just wanted to create a unique introduction. Even Kyra herself didn't really know why she was going through all of this to effect some random stranger. She did know that this would be very fun. 

Author: Dread, Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2018 1:58 PM, Post Subject: Not so dreary night in the Plains [O]

The sun was starting to set over the western portion of the plains, or at least what looked like a portion of the plains. These plains seemed to go on forever, until you walked out of it at least, as it was a strange place. Thorin Fireforge was walking aimlessly, having been doing so for the last two hours or so, but was now preparing to settle down for the night. He reached a spot in the prairie grass which was lower than the rest and quickly hemmed it down in two strokes from his sword. He reaped a small circle the size of two of him lying head to toe. In the middle he dug a small hole, of approximately two feet in depth. Within the hole he placed the felled grasses, and light on fire with a flick of his fingers, watching lazily as the spark enlarged itself into a small blaze. Perfect, he thought to himself, after having done this. He then set down his pack, his belongings, and himself all in a tight circle around the improvised campfire. And as night truly started, he began to hum a tune lost to the world he was currently in, but one which he had heard as a child. It was so quiet as to not disturb anything, but when sang - then and only then was it something important. He sat and hummed, just waiting for anything, something to happen. A shooting star, warband, something…