Eagle Windstalker a celtic highlander starts to walk up the path and stops for a drink of water.
A reflection in the water shows a young man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. His left eye scarred a straight line down his eye to his cheek from a ritual that has left its color white a big difference from his right blue eye.
His left face has white tribal markings to match his white eye.
Thinking to himself he let his mind wander to that moment he left his villiage and that brief moment of pain flashed and brought him back to the now.
"I have no time for this." Muttering to himself.
Eagle then stood up and walked up the path with his torch in hand.Â
"Maybe I will get lucky and someone will need some help. Anything to get my mind of of things." Â ....Because one thing that always calmed the mind of Eagle was battle.
A reflection in the water shows a young man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. His left eye scarred a straight line down his eye to his cheek from a ritual that has left its color white a big difference from his right blue eye.
His left face has white tribal markings to match his white eye.
Thinking to himself he let his mind wander to that moment he left his villiage and that brief moment of pain flashed and brought him back to the now.
"I have no time for this." Muttering to himself.
Eagle then stood up and walked up the path with his torch in hand.Â
"Maybe I will get lucky and someone will need some help. Anything to get my mind of of things." Â ....Because one thing that always calmed the mind of Eagle was battle.
