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Thread: A reason why I'm a Ranger
She stands on a cliff, high above the valley. Alone. Even in a dangerous and harsh environment, she is calm. A herd of deadly creatures meander past. She takes out her binoculars and examines them for possible resources. All planets hold secrets. The wind whispers to her. Secrets revealed.
She has no destination. No mission for pay. She plays on the mountains like a child on a slide. Quickly up and down. Again.
The light from the day fades. She hears the music of the world. Her camp is secure. Hides stretched to dry. Bones sorted on the grass. She bends to find her dinner, sits and watches the sky deepen. From bits of her days harvest, she crafts traps for the morrows hunt.
Wrapped in a blanket of her own making, she lays near the fire and sleeps under the stars.
Yup, I kinda like being a Ranger