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A cold morning in Ethovalon. Something pretty normal since the winter months were nearing. Cassim, that spindly johnny of a man that seems to not have that many friends, was just stepping along the camp after leaving his faithful steed in the stables. As per usual, he was hungry. Very much so. The helmet didn't quite allow him all that much space to take in any amount of food that would sate him. With the helmet hiding the look of frustration on his face, he just headed up towards the mess hall, hoping he could find something to eat, and maybe someone that would chat with him, for even if he didn't quite like interacting with people, he wante

The sun shone brightly in Lacoria, spirits relatively high in Ethovalon's field camp due to the aberrance that would be this warm day. A certain kitsune sat in a tree by the edge of a small forest grove, about half a mile away from the camp, with a clear sight of the nearby field. The tall grass swayed in the breeze, appearing from Logan's view as a light green sea. He was waiting for game, food, something he could catch and have to himself. Just the thought of some nice, juicy venison made his mouth water... And the added bonus of not having to share it with the rest of the army put a smile on his face. The Zoroark pulled his beast stone pen

It was the mid afternoon, the fall weather ensuring a light chill in the air, and Matilda was loving it. She strolled through the camp with her helmet at her hip and a smile on both halves of her face ((Although one was decidedly more sinister than the other)). It was just a pleasant day all told. She had gotten a good round of training done with her Maru, she’d sharpened her blade, hell she’d even gotten her assigned camp duties out of the way. Seemed like easy going till the sun was gone for Matilda. After all, she always got her work done at night anyway. The fall weather only seemed to make the Floette feel more wistful than

After a long day of vigorous endurance training, Myrna needed a nap. Food and a nap to be more precise. Having stuffed herself with her ration - and sorely disappointed when she was refused second helpings - the Dragonair took to foraging for berries and nuts just outside of camp. It was something she’d grown used to doing over the many, many decades of travelling. She could hunt and she could fish as well, but berries were always a nice sweet finish to the day. So there she was picking the berries she’d found in the bushes, when… Oh dear. The manakete glanced behind her, feeling a tug. It seemed she never learned to watch f