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ElmerLobo is an awesome dude and he made this wonderful watercolor painting of Matteo "Calling it a Day" in his words. You should totally go check out his deviation.

To coincide with this piece of artwork, I decided to write up a small little sample, inspired by it.

Flame-lit Memories
~ By Dave Foreman

Wood crackled, heat radiated from a central point, and a warm glow was cast over the surrounding area of cool moonlit forest. Owls could be heard hooting off in the distance, and small birds chirped and peeped as they settled into their nests for the night, Matteo was doing the same. Matteo stoked the logs of his camp fire that he was huddled around, while his horse snorted and chewed at the grass near by. The winds were starting to gust in from the north, bringing with them the pangs of winter. Although Matteo liked the cold far more than the heat of summer, he saw no reason to freeze, and a warm firelite campsite always put his mind at ease. Smoke could be seen rising off in the distance. His destination was about a day and a half's ride, one he certainly could have shortened by traveling at night, but Matteo was never one to rush, and Ashwin, his horse could rest. Afterall, he had all the time in the world, so much so he was the envy of great men. Even Death himself loathed Matteo for is never ending abundance of time. Of all Matteo's alies, time was his greatest.

Satisfied that the fire had been properly stoked, Matteo set a rack into the flames with a pot of water on top of it. Out of his satchel came a host of spices, herbs, and a few dried vegetables. It was a modest stew, but a stew nonetheless. Being an immortal Lemurian meant he was always hungry, Matteo seldom skipped a meal. His friend Elmer always joked, “Mahteeoh my friend, you always eat as much as I and drink almost as much, yet you are a skinny man and never slur! You must have a great void of a stomach!” This was usually accompanied by a hearty laugh, a swig of ale, a bite of what ever dead animal he had managed to get his large hands on that evening and a stiff punch to the arm. Meanwhile his dear friend Remi Basile would comment “If I ate as much as you Monsieur, I would be most fat! How do you keep such a figure, I must know?” Remi was always fretting about his appearances, despite being a handsome if not slightly vertically challenged man. It was hard keeping a secret like being one of the last survivors of a long extinct immortal race of beings, and that he has seen the world grow and change for centuries longer than their great grandfathers had been alive. Thankfully Matteo didn't always have to. With his most trusted friends, he swore them to secrecy, and saw to them, till the end of their days. In calming times like these, Matteo often reminisced about his friends, past and present. So many had come along, so many had left, yet he remained, always. Time may be Matteo's greatest ally, but it was the sworn enemy of everyone else.

Description
ElmerLobo is an awesome dude and he made this wonderful watercolor painting of Matteo "Calling it a Day" in his words. You should totally go check out his deviation.

To coincide with this piece of artwork, I decided to write up a small little sample, inspired by it.

Flame-lit Memories
~ By Dave Foreman

Wood crackled, heat radiated from a central point, and a warm glow was cast over the surrounding area of cool moonlit forest. Owls could be heard hooting off in the distance, and small birds chirped and peeped as they settled into their nests for the night, Matteo was doing the same. Matteo stoked the logs of his camp fire that he was huddled around, while his horse snorted and chewed at the grass near by. The winds were starting to gust in from the north, bringing with them the pangs of winter. Although Matteo liked the cold far more than the heat of summer, he saw no reason to freeze, and a warm firelite campsite always put his mind at ease. Smoke could be seen rising off in the distance. His destination was about a day and a half's ride, one he certainly could have shortened by traveling at night, but Matteo was never one to rush, and Ashwin, his horse could rest. Afterall, he had all the time in the world, so much so he was the envy of great men. Even Death himself loathed Matteo for is never ending abundance of time. Of all Matteo's alies, time was his greatest.

Satisfied that the fire had been properly stoked, Matteo set a rack into the flames with a pot of water on top of it. Out of his satchel came a host of spices, herbs, and a few dried vegetables. It was a modest stew, but a stew nonetheless. Being an immortal Lemurian meant he was always hungry, Matteo seldom skipped a meal. His friend Elmer always joked, “Mahteeoh my friend, you always eat as much as I and drink almost as much, yet you are a skinny man and never slur! You must have a great void of a stomach!” This was usually accompanied by a hearty laugh, a swig of ale, a bite of what ever dead animal he had managed to get his large hands on that evening and a stiff punch to the arm. Meanwhile his dear friend Remi Basile would comment “If I ate as much as you Monsieur, I would be most fat! How do you keep such a figure, I must know?” Remi was always fretting about his appearances, despite being a handsome if not slightly vertically challenged man. It was hard keeping a secret like being one of the last survivors of a long extinct immortal race of beings, and that he has seen the world grow and change for centuries longer than their great grandfathers had been alive. Thankfully Matteo didn't always have to. With his most trusted friends, he swore them to secrecy, and saw to them, till the end of their days. In calming times like these, Matteo often reminisced about his friends, past and present. So many had come along, so many had left, yet he remained, always. Time may be Matteo's greatest ally, but it was the sworn enemy of everyone else.