11-14-2024, 05:07 PM
I'M GOING TO MAKE MY VOICE, YOU'LL NEVER GET MY CHOICE TO BREATHE !
The loneliness of the portcullis was interrupted by the presence of another, a wolf-like creature further down the way from him. Sucking in a breath and the scents acquitted with it, nose wrinkling slightly as the mutated blynx cast his green orbs over the dark canine. He was newer, stranger than most who found their way to this solitary place, but there was so much ... time in the way he moved. An old soul, someone who had gone through hell and had come back swinging. That, or Einar was losing his ability to judge others.
Breath rushing from the grizzled knight's lungs as he approached Project with a slow gait, steps sure if not slow. He knew this wall too well, he often came here to hide from his thoughts and inner demons. Coming to stand near the masked man, "You here for guard duty?" he asked the other, grateful for the warmth that his pelt gave him in the chill breeze from the mountains. This land that they called home was as welcoming as she was brutal, testing the strength of many and sending many others back to their mothers in caskets. Luckily, it seemed that the weather was fair today, warmer than the days before it. The hope of good weather is what carried the old knight now, a hope for a good summer, a good fall. Let them last longer than the winter that gripped this land, let the crops grow well and the children into young men and women. Perhaps his own thoughts were ranging, when left so alone in the expanse of the land.
Turning his head to look in the direction that Project was, silence settling between them like an old friend. He didn't need to speak, there was usually no need. "It's quiet today, thankfully. I wonder when the next Expedition force will return?" he murmured, half to himself, half to brook a conversation with the man he had yet to meet properly, that he had heard little about, only that he had perverse eating habits, not unlike the Lords and Ladies they served.
Breath rushing from the grizzled knight's lungs as he approached Project with a slow gait, steps sure if not slow. He knew this wall too well, he often came here to hide from his thoughts and inner demons. Coming to stand near the masked man, "You here for guard duty?" he asked the other, grateful for the warmth that his pelt gave him in the chill breeze from the mountains. This land that they called home was as welcoming as she was brutal, testing the strength of many and sending many others back to their mothers in caskets. Luckily, it seemed that the weather was fair today, warmer than the days before it. The hope of good weather is what carried the old knight now, a hope for a good summer, a good fall. Let them last longer than the winter that gripped this land, let the crops grow well and the children into young men and women. Perhaps his own thoughts were ranging, when left so alone in the expanse of the land.
Turning his head to look in the direction that Project was, silence settling between them like an old friend. He didn't need to speak, there was usually no need. "It's quiet today, thankfully. I wonder when the next Expedition force will return?" he murmured, half to himself, half to brook a conversation with the man he had yet to meet properly, that he had heard little about, only that he had perverse eating habits, not unlike the Lords and Ladies they served.
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