Thunder echoed gently across the plains, signalling to beasts and insects to take shelter from the approaching storm.
The clouds came quickly and with little warning, blown into mossflower by an ill wind. It had rained the night before, leaving the the grassland muddy and hard to traverse. To the east the long edge of forrest could be seen in the distance.
To the west and south were only plains for as far as the eye could see. The tall grass had withered from the fall weather, leaving the plains stained yellow with the season.
St. Ninnians Chruch was in this area, somewhere. Even if it were not visable yet. Surprisingly it wasn't too hard to get lost here. The plains were littered with poorly paved roads leading off to small villages or encampments, many of which no longer exist.
The plains were also occasionally littered with caves or the oddly placed stone. As if civilization once belonged here but was forgotten by time.
The only civilization the fox was concerned about however was finding a tavern eventually.
The word to describe him was burly. He was a red furred beast of dark complection with the tip of his fur painted black in some places. Prehaps a crossbreed of a sort, he had a grey wring about his tail right before the standard white tip. Before that was a light yellow ring. He shared the same furr pattern over the tips of his ears and paws.
The most imidiet thing a beast see's is the creatures garb. His cloths are a mixture of civilized cloth and tribal leathers. The fox was clothed in a long sleeved otter hide jacket. The jacket left a large gap exposed down the fox's midriff save for a set of bead armor that covered his front and back but leaving the sides open.
A large rounded layer of flesh covered his belly, which hung over the belt at his waist. The belt in turn held up a pair of studded leather greeves and a tattered cloth sash that reached down to his knees in the front and parted in the back.
At his side he had a sheathed rapier. Over his shoulder he drank from a small clay mug that he carried. Something about his breath suggested it wasn't water.
In his free paw he held a rope tightly, bound to the wrists of the beast he was escorting through these lands with a merry tune on his lips.
Ooc just realized that i would probibly need to pose in gern's captor. Feel free to make him what ever he needs to be. Slaver, bountry hunter or bandit. And yes, i was trying to convey a crude, unwashed brute of a beast :3 everyone else feel free to pose in your alts where ever and when ever you see fit. Pose order is based on who poses first.