Reading in the dark [Flashback Solo]

Gremourne kicks back and reads.

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The Wilderness of Cyphrus is an endless sea of tall grass that rolls just like the oceans themselves. Geysers kiss the sky with their steamy breath, and mysterious craters create microworlds all their own. But above all danger lives here in the tall grass in the form of fierce wild creatures; elegant serpents that swim through the land like whales through the ocean and fierce packs of glassbeaks that hunt in packs which are only kept at bay by fires. Traverse it carefully, with a guide if possible, for those that venture alone endanger themselves in countless ways.

Reading in the dark [Flashback Solo]

Postby Gremourne on January 4th, 2013, 11:03 am

489 AV;
Thirty-Ninth of Fall



A slight chill came from the west, where the bashing waves of the ocean which surrounded mizahar came from. His fire was flutting, and soon it would die, it wasn't surviving on anything but dry grass after all. It was a discomforting throught: A dying fire, it would mean he would have to get up and gather more shreds of dead grass, and after almost a week on walking, and jogging, and otherwise moving = Causing his current bodies muscles to rip and weaken, he would rather let it die then get up. After all, he was a nuit.. He didn't need to keep warm, it was irrelevant, but he needed light. Light for his tomes and books. Which reminded him.... He needed to continue his chapter of Animation, eagerly he pulled over his rucksack and steathily searched through, like a raccon looking for its next meal. He ripped everything out of the way until he found it, it was near the bottom. Covered with everything he pulled out and ontop several other books of unimportantance, he slid it out. And with a sturdy flick of a wrist he flipped the cover, it falling down like a dead animal making a soft noise similar to a thud. The title was dull and simple, it had no personality to it. All it said was "Lessons in Animation" He thought for a minute for a better title.. Maybe 'Familiraties with the School of Animation' Yes, thats what he is renaming it.

With another quick scruff through his bag he brought out a quill and a ink vial. He pulled open the vial with his teeth, holding it with one free hand, and once setting it down, Dipped the quill into the black liquid. First, to mark out the current title... NO! Instead, write above "Previously named" his writing stood out, obviously different than from the authors. Then below he wrote in his own title, letting the ink settle in before turning to the first page. "Hello, if you are reading this then you wish to learn more about Magic - Animation to be more specific. Now lets start with the basics--" He paused, looking up from the book at a noise in the distance. Then after a few minutes of silence returned to his tome. [i"]Now lets start with the basics, first thing you need to know is--"[/i] 'Wait....' He thought to himself 'I already read this part...' For a moment he considered flipping over to the next page, but with a brief arguement with himself he decided it would be better to start over and read from the beginning. "Now lets start with the basics, first thing you need to know is animation is a dangerous study of magic. Your very own animated golem can turn and crush the air out of your lungs, heed this warning well. Now! Lets begin, to create a simple animation: The starter of starters, you need the items. The most important item is the Shell, a body for which to be animated--" "Damnit... I don't have a shell," He whispered quietly to himself before closing the book and stuffing it back into his rucksack mummuring a curse. 'So much so that,' He thought, continuing his inital whisper. Then, as he was about to lay back and practice his own Myrian. The same distinct noise came, he sat up. And started to examine the area with intensity, when he was sure it was nothing, He returned to his simple myrian speech.
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