Kyzer Rayne
Jun 2nd, 2005, 10:10:08 PM
The stars melted away and the sun rose into the sky. The firey orb cast its blazing face apon the land known as the wilds. Animals, both meek and deadly, awoke form slumber and began to move about. In a small clearing, near the center of the wilds, a man was waking up.
Kyzer Rayne, Beast rider and cousin to the royal family, rolled out of his blanket and rose to his feet. He looked around the area with a sadended expression. His mount was gone, aswell as the beasts he had captured and tied to a nearby tree. It had been nothing but dumb luck that he had lost his way in the dark and had to make camp out here where the wild beasts roamed. It seemed the beasties had been satisfied with his animals and left him, barely a mouthfull compared to the animals he had captured. He stretched before picking up his blanket, rolling it up, and placing it into his leather bag. Dressed in the hides of various animals; Kyzer looked more like a savage wild man then one of the best beast riders on the planet.
He ran a hand through his thick dark hair before picking up his bag and setting off down the path. He hiked through the dense foresty areas of the wilds. Every now and then a fearson creaure could be seen moving through the brush.
Kyzer had been out here for almost a week, surviving off the land. He had come to survey his area of the wilds and to log the animals he spotted so that he could come through here on some later date, possible with other beast riders, and capture a few of the animals for taming as mounts, ammusment, or simplys slaughter then for their meat and hides.
At last he stepped out of the thickest part of the forest and down a steep slope into a shallow valley. In the middle of the valley stood a small village, his home. He knew he could probobly get residence inside the royal palace but he prefered the wilds and its dangers. The village, called the refuge by the beast riders, was small and made up of a several houses, a single store and tavern, and penning grounds for the various beast riders to keep their newly aquired animals.
Kyzer walked down the straight of dirt that was the main street of the village and waltzed right into the tavern. He took a seat at the small bar and the bartender walked over. "I'll have a cut throut." He said, indicating the special drink the bartender carried for his better costomers "Right you are" The tender replied before setting a glass before Kyzer and pouring it with a bloody red liquid. Kyzer grabbed the drink and gulped half of it down before setting the glass back on the bar. "I really miss this when I'm out in the wilderness" He with a smile across his face.
Kyzer Rayne, Beast rider and cousin to the royal family, rolled out of his blanket and rose to his feet. He looked around the area with a sadended expression. His mount was gone, aswell as the beasts he had captured and tied to a nearby tree. It had been nothing but dumb luck that he had lost his way in the dark and had to make camp out here where the wild beasts roamed. It seemed the beasties had been satisfied with his animals and left him, barely a mouthfull compared to the animals he had captured. He stretched before picking up his blanket, rolling it up, and placing it into his leather bag. Dressed in the hides of various animals; Kyzer looked more like a savage wild man then one of the best beast riders on the planet.
He ran a hand through his thick dark hair before picking up his bag and setting off down the path. He hiked through the dense foresty areas of the wilds. Every now and then a fearson creaure could be seen moving through the brush.
Kyzer had been out here for almost a week, surviving off the land. He had come to survey his area of the wilds and to log the animals he spotted so that he could come through here on some later date, possible with other beast riders, and capture a few of the animals for taming as mounts, ammusment, or simplys slaughter then for their meat and hides.
At last he stepped out of the thickest part of the forest and down a steep slope into a shallow valley. In the middle of the valley stood a small village, his home. He knew he could probobly get residence inside the royal palace but he prefered the wilds and its dangers. The village, called the refuge by the beast riders, was small and made up of a several houses, a single store and tavern, and penning grounds for the various beast riders to keep their newly aquired animals.
Kyzer walked down the straight of dirt that was the main street of the village and waltzed right into the tavern. He took a seat at the small bar and the bartender walked over. "I'll have a cut throut." He said, indicating the special drink the bartender carried for his better costomers "Right you are" The tender replied before setting a glass before Kyzer and pouring it with a bloody red liquid. Kyzer grabbed the drink and gulped half of it down before setting the glass back on the bar. "I really miss this when I'm out in the wilderness" He with a smile across his face.