Novel & Cerita Scotland Countryhumans

There were bright green fields of grass, colourful buds of flowers growing around. There were horses grazing near that lake, all of them white stallions. I could see a lot of mansions in the far distance but they were all far apart. This must be a place with only rich people. I turned away from the window when I heard the door opening behind me. In walked Silas, me being able to tell it was him from his blue hair and almost tan skin. He looked attractive as usual, his curls tied half up and half down, dressed in a full black suit.

POV: Moira | Scottish Highlands, outside Inverness Five years is long enough that Scotland has become the shape of my life rather than the place I retreated to, which is a distinction that matters, the distinction between somewhere you are waiting and somewhere you are living, and I have been living here with Finn for five years in the specific way that people live somewhere they chose rather than somewhere they ended up, intentionally, with attention, building the kind of life that requires building rather than the kind that arrives fully formed. The community here is small and old and has the quality that Scottish wolf communities have, which is the quality of people who have been in the s

Her determination to understand this world—and her place in it—was palpable. The MacLeod village sprawled across a valley, surrounded by hills dotted with patches of heather and bramble. Smoke curled lazily from the chimneys of stone cottages, and the air was rich with the mingling scents of freshly tilled earth and livestock. Children darted between homes, their laughter ringing out like bells, while men returned from the fields with weary smiles, axes slung over their shoulders. The hold itself stood tall at the heart of the village, a formidable structure of gray stone crowned with banners bearing the MacLeod crest.

Clayton suggested with a nod, his own stomach echoing Matt's sentiments. As they neared the ferry terminal, a few shops began to appear where they could purchase food. They ultimately decided on a coffee shop because the boys were adamant that they needed more caffeine, and they figured they could get their drinks and food to go so they wouldn't risk being late for their ferry. Camden looked disappointed as they waited for their bagels. "What's wrong? Did you want something else?" Clayton asked, looking at her with concern. "No, bagels are fine," she replied with an unconvincing smile. "So then what's up?" Clayton pressed, trying to get to the root of the problem. "Well... I was really hopin

I repelled his curiosity by repeating my answer. Rodrigar rolled his eyes and let out a grunt. He looks a bit annoyed now. “Look, it’s better if you didn’t put your hands inside the matters of that country. Rustaval is a country of demi humans, and demi humans have had a beef with humans for a long time now. If we enter the country looking like humans, won’t we be attacked? Though I don’t care because it’s not like they can scratch me or anything.” He ended with a snicker.

The highlands of Scotland were a wondrous blend of hills, woods, and mountains. Even the air was lighter, and fresher which was a nice change from congested cities, and people at every turn. Patina had taken a bus to the outskirts of where the Bothy was located, but to get to it required a few miles of hiking. She didn't care as long as she could make it to her Bothy. At the airport, she had bought some food (mostly protein bars, chocolate, pre-packed burritos etc) but she would be burning it off so she was comforted by that fact. She wanted to get healthier, and this had been a battle for her since her grandparents died. She made it over the hill before pausing taking in the crisp air, the

He had to put the lives of his tenants first above his own interests. But he would not force Joanna to part with her fortune, not unless she wished to do so. His hope was that once she saw his people, saw the needs they had, her heart would open and she would agree to help. Most of the Scots here lived in comparative poverty, eking out a living from the thin soil in a harsh and challenging climate.