Ancient structures still litter the countryside to the north and south of Aquae Sulis, with blackened rubble and moss-covered, fallen turrets. Who knows what they were builty for originally; time has removed from them all but the barest hint of their structure, integrity or purpose, reduced them down to crumbled ghosts. Certain shapes and stonewashes suggest a queer, malformed beauty in the design, phantoms of old buildings that have been lost to the ages but were clearly important at one time. Nevertheless, they sometimes make for fun hideouts, though bizarrely, no animals take shelter in any of the ruins south of the city.
by Regulus Grey » Sun Aug 13, 2017 7:01 pm
Regulus pads slowly into the shade of a half toppled stone wall, the shadow of his form is thrown against the stonework by the light of the moon as he goes through the process of returning to his human form. Removing a pair of spectacles from his pocket he places them on the end of his nose.
With a quick gesture and a slight growl the three large Irish wolfhounds with him shoot into the darkness like speeding crossbow bolts. They would warn him if anything untoward approached the Gather. A slight smile twitches at the corner of his mouth, sitting crosslegged on the ground he removes a small book from his pocket and begins to read.
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