1. Hawkflesh

    Hey you, you are finally awake

    Hawkflesh rolled his thin head round and looked up at Rinn, whom he did not know, through the thin curtain of his black hair. The red cape was tattered and worn, cocooning him against the tree like a swollen red blister. "Well," His voice was dry as fresh ash as he remembered finding the odd...
  2. Hawkflesh

    Open Far From Any Hollow

    He had been awake a while but had not let on. The last night brought a familiar nightmare that had long since lost its fear to him. The Forest of Hands. He had seen it often in his dreams and now instead of feeling haunted by it he simply wondered if today would be the day he walks into it...
  3. Hawkflesh

    Prompt Harvest Festival

    Everything was so damned loud. The Falon character especially so. It was not even that big a pumpkin by Hawkflesh's estimations. It was not as if one could make a coach from it. He smiled a humoring smile at the smaller man and let him be on his way, letting his face fall again when he had...
  4. Hawkflesh

    Open Far From Any Hollow

    "Hmm!" Hawkflesh closed his eyes the dancing fire played with the blood on his lids as they made faded shapes in the dark of his vision. "I'll agree to that Mr Tumbleton. An even split." A thought struck him and it brought a chuckle to his lips. A private joke between himself and his own dark...
  5. Hawkflesh

    Open Far From Any Hollow

    Hawkflesh rolled his head like the tide to let it settle on its side along his arm and his smile looked far more honest for a moment. This stubborn reluctance to accept him was both amusing and familiar. "Well I cannot say that you are alone there. Most people don't trust me... In fact, Heh. I...
  6. Hawkflesh

    Open Far From Any Hollow

    Hawkflesh thought about it as the light of the fire played with his shadow on the pact earth and roots of the hollow. It made him look like he was bigger than he was, monstrous even. His eyes scanned Toadwick's face for something but he could not read the alien expressions of amphibians. "My...
  7. Hawkflesh

    Open Far From Any Hollow

    "My kind do not name themselves." Hawkflesh remarked with a shard of ice in his voice and for a moment he wondered if this act of kindness on his part might be one more he comes to regret. In fact now he considered that perhaps instead of freeing them he might have been happier if he made sport...
  8. Hawkflesh

    Open Far From Any Hollow

    Looking at Mirani for a moment he pondered what features a Toadkin might find appealing in her as she freed her folk. He certainly could have helped more, that was true. Unmoving as the Squirrelkin shot past him and then back speaking quickly. He simply watched the small creatures as a...
  9. Hawkflesh

    Open Far From Any Hollow

    Gangly scare-crow, he had been called worse not not as inventively. The short laugh he gave sounded dry and humorless. "Heh, very well then." Hawkflesh took a step back and drew his longsword. "Try not to move please." He spoke as if he was about to do some mundane task and with a single swing...
  10. Hawkflesh

    Open Far From Any Hollow

    Hawkflesh was beginning to think he had been cheated. This map, of the parchment of chicken scratch and wavy lines could be called such, was about as useful as wings on a cloud. With a sense of glum determination he moved along. There was a township here somewhere, he hoped. The path seemed to...
  11. Hawkflesh

    Prompt Harvest Festival

    Among the crowds walked a gloomy spectre in a red cloak. Hawkflesh had arrived at the festival of the last harvest because travelling had always been easier than staying still, because the township was a destination and perhaps more importantly because looking backwards had always seemed like...
  12. Hawkflesh

    Private The Hawk and the Dragon

    Hawkflesh turned slowly, deliberately and with the impression that he was already looking at his newfound companion before his eyes actually set upon her through the matted wet locks of his dark hair. For a moment he stood watching her, noting her ready stance and the casual tone, the scales of...
  13. Hawkflesh

    Private The Hawk and the Dragon

    There was no avoiding reality. Hawkflesh, elf swordsman and reaver. Slayer of men and beasts, was utterly lost. He stopped under a brief shaft of dull grey light in the forest and looked up letting the soft and frustratingly sporadic rain beat an uneven rhythm on his face. I had been a full...
  14. Hawkflesh

    Hawkflesh

    Not a bad person. Not really. Hawkflesh is a nomadic figure who does not like to stay in one place too long, the reason for this is so strange, so unfortunate that he does not like speaking of it. In truth it is a very strange tale and those who ask often refuse to acknowledge its true meaning...
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