This poem is a mixture of a hunt of Quin's as well as his life story, linking his past to what he is now.
It all happened so fast.
From one end, was the little snorts and rather adorable wails of a baby.
On the other, the huffing and snorting with horns tilted in the air, followed by a crack in the sky and environment quite rainy.
Through the beginning of walking, with slight stumbles and requiring assistance to stand,
There was the thumping of hooves in the mud, branches yanked down and moved by a hand.
Each stone tossed resonated a wave in the waters by shore, a tranquil splash in the ears of those near.
From water trudged and waded through splashed, the desire to hunt was quite clear.
From learning to tie a knot, and how to find small prints
Came the ability to find even the slightest marks in the drenched leaves, all as though displayed hints.
Swinging his fist and his chin in the air, the Ailor joined the military to fight
While an unsuspecting deer raised its head, discovering something was not right.
A call to war was beckoned, sitting on the front lines cautiously was where he was supposed to be.
For the deer, given such thumps and branches cracking, what was approaching was not a creature it wanted to see.
With a shout and a charge in Rothburg, the screeches of demons swooped down for a kill,
A loud roar bellowed from a beast, finally the deer decided it was the time to run for the hill.
Quickly away, they tried to sprint from the fight,
Only to be caught in a bestial creature's might.
Torn to the bone, and caught in a tumble and roll,
They succumbed to their death, becoming nothing but a soul.
It all happened so fast, one had lost it all, the other however became a host
The soldier became the c̴͛̓̑́reature that the deer would fe̸͂̀̂̀ar̶̹͔͖̽ m̷͎̭̘͐̑̀oṡ̸̙̕͝t̸͔͙̖̓̾͊̒͊.
Only to be caught in a bestial creature's might.
Torn to the bone, and caught in a tumble and roll,
They succumbed to their death, becoming nothing but a soul.
It all happened so fast, one had lost it all, the other however became a host
The soldier became the c̴͛̓̑́reature that the deer would fe̸͂̀̂̀ar̶̹͔͖̽ m̷͎̭̘͐̑̀oṡ̸̙̕͝t̸͔͙̖̓̾͊̒͊.
~~OOC: This lore story is the first I have made, and is a brief insight to Quin's life and how it applies to him becoming an Url, the parallels of his past managing to match with him now. This post is meant to signify his transition from a normal Ailor that was a soldier to a now creature of hunting.~~
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