~strides onto the sands~ -- The Hatching Grounds

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Date Posted: 23:45:01 01/18/02 Fri
Author: Syrith
Subject: ~strides onto the sands~

Striding towards the hot sands Syrith stops suddenly, his long white canidate robe swirls around his tall frame. Syrith looks out into the group of canidates, his deep eyes taking in every detail of the sands.
~This was a bad idea.~ Syrith thought to himself worriedly, ~It's just like my father says, I'm a stupid dreamer that will never amount to anything more than a drudge or a farmer. He wouldn't even trust me with the herder beast after what happened four turns ago.~
Ignoring his concious, as usual, quickly Syrith starts to walk towards the eggs realizing he had been standing in the door way for a while now and he was drawing unwanted attentions to himself. Bowing his head he masked his face with a long wall of gold streaked curls. As he walks onto the sands he made sure to mask his face of the tension that had formed from thinking of his past. Unlike his brothers, Syrith was tall and not as thick or normal as his 'perfect' brothers. They were obliged to stay at home, learn to herd. While Syrith was scorned for disgracing his family... leaving them... but he hadn't been much help to them anyways. Most days Syrith would wake just before dawn so he could be out of the house before his father had enough time to find him and beat him, for being lazy. He would spend most days on his own in the forest... mainly exploring. Even in his dreamy appearance his love for adventure could never be quenched. So when he was with others he would always take up the role of leader. Some how no matter how much trould his merry band got into he would always find ways to help them out of it. His voice of perswasion was amazing but not to his father... nothing of Syrith's was good enough for his abusive father... so after 17 turns he ran away... to prove himself... to start anew... to forget the past.

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