Drachenshwert He was barely awake, and already he was set on treading the hillside in the early morning hours. Not that he minded it in the least bit: he was a lad who enjoyed the start of a new day, and there was a spring in his step when the thought of dew-soaked grass came into his mind. Artair, however, dreaded the awakening from his slumber, induced by the warm comforting food of his lord's court the prior evening. He dreaded waking up for guard duty even more, but this was needed during these times: there was talk amongst the court and the peasant folk alike of war, of enemies far to the wastes of the north. Granted, this young adult of roughly nineteen years old had not seen these supposed invaders but the fear was expanding throughout the regions. The town criers had spoken of battlefields where gods lingered to whisk away the souls of the fallen, and where scavenging wild
Probably his modeling agency made him do that!
Glad you like it! I was so afraid I wasn't going to do him justice since my human-ish characters normally turn out like crap lol.