Varren was the forward scout of the Fidellichus Legions. It is a position he is rightly proud of, but he would be lying if he didn't wish they had chosen a more temperate climate to liberate. Standing at 6'2" tall, with wide shoulders and a steady gait, the furs would almost cause him to be mistaken for a bear trudging through the frozen forest. His face, usually kept clean, had begun to show a short traveling beard. Piercing blue eyes were the only thing that made his plain-looking face take on a slightly more exotic look.

He had been out in these wilds alone for what felt like weeks now. Usual protocol was to avoid towns and larger settlements, in case his presence would tip any of them off about the legions that traveled behind him. He would observe the settlements from a distance, write notes about any possible military presence or points of interest, then plant the dead drop for those behind him to pick up and carry back to military command.

Fuck it was lonely out here. And damn if he didn't want just one night in a bed instead of the snow.

But...duty.

And so he trudged onward, the falling snow filling his tracks almost as soon as he made them. The flakes of white stung his eyes and slowed him down to almost a crawl.

"Ok. Think that's enough for the night."

He settled into a copse of trees, creating a barrier of snow to help block out some of the sun. Only once he had created the small snow wall did he then did he dig into his pack to pull a small bundle of dry sticks from the oiled wrapping that kept moisture out. A few sparks from a tinder, and they lit to a small, but very welcome, fire.

He was ready to attempt a cold sleep, when he heard the crunching of snow and snapping of twigs a short distance from him...

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So I had originally made this prompt as a response to a previous post, but I had been informed that due to my lack of posts, this made me a red flag for those that might otherwise have responded. And since this is an alt, I didn't even think about the lack of posts. SO! Here we are, with my first post!

I'm looking for a short-term/long-term RP, where I'm the grizzled military scout that is trying to keep himself on the downlow, and you're the individual that has come across me at night in the snow storm. Who you are is left up to you!

You could be a lost female barbarian that saw the light and went to investigate! You could be the feminine-looking male soldier of the current nation that recognizes the regalia I wear, so I have to find ways to keep you quiet. It could be forceful, or natural! You could be a monster girl, or perhaps you have your own idea? Feel free to message so we can discuss it! PMs or chats welcome, no discord.