loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
Logan sighed as he finally got out of the chieftains tent. He had been riding for several days, and now he was exhausted. The Chief Kemen had told him that he was allowed to stay for as long as he and his steed needed. Sometimes it paid off to be a family friend of a tribe of wood elves. He graciously accepted.
Taking in the fresh air of the forest, he began to walk through the settlement. Logan was indeed handsome. He was a simple messenger for the king nothing great. He stood at 6'0, strong and powerful. His muscles werent as pronounce as a knights, but his wild blue eyes promised strength and cunning. His eyes were different tones of blue. His long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail as he continued to walk.
Upon arrival, one of the elf stable hands had come and taken his stallion away. He continued to walk, his leather boots making that stereotypical scrunch that leather always seemed to make. He wore simple breeches and a dark Red tunic that had the kings crest on it, recognizing him as a worker for the king. His blue eyes continued to search the crowd. It was obvious he was looking for a specific someone.
Taking in the fresh air of the forest, he began to walk through the settlement. Logan was indeed handsome. He was a simple messenger for the king nothing great. He stood at 6'0, strong and powerful. His muscles werent as pronounce as a knights, but his wild blue eyes promised strength and cunning. His eyes were different tones of blue. His long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail as he continued to walk.
Upon arrival, one of the elf stable hands had come and taken his stallion away. He continued to walk, his leather boots making that stereotypical scrunch that leather always seemed to make. He wore simple breeches and a dark Red tunic that had the kings crest on it, recognizing him as a worker for the king. His blue eyes continued to search the crowd. It was obvious he was looking for a specific someone.