09-26-2018, 05:16 PM
He despised the winter. Too damn cold. Not at all like his homeland.
He despised forests for the same reason, despite making one his home for a time.
He did not despise the shadows of night, though.
He relished in those, vanished like a demon on silent steps. Danced among them like he belonged, and let's face it, he did. He belonged anywhere there was a chance of stealth, or of death and sabotage. He wasn't exactly trained from birth, but he may as well have been. Trained to protect his older brother, the heir prince.
He'd obviously failed, as he was no longer among them.
Or rather they were no longer among the living. And that was his fault too.
Stories for another time though. And a shout in the distance had him angling to the side, training straight for it as a poisoned arrow, light brown eyes wide and alert and better suited for a predator. It was in silence that he killed, and in silence that he appeared to her then. One shadow becoming more solid, easing forward with his head held high and his eyes hard. He may have felt something for her once, but it'd been a long time since she vanished from him and took his child along with her.
Josie.
And he remembered the customs of this land.
A statement. Then a question.
Where is my son.
He despised forests for the same reason, despite making one his home for a time.
He did not despise the shadows of night, though.
He relished in those, vanished like a demon on silent steps. Danced among them like he belonged, and let's face it, he did. He belonged anywhere there was a chance of stealth, or of death and sabotage. He wasn't exactly trained from birth, but he may as well have been. Trained to protect his older brother, the heir prince.
He'd obviously failed, as he was no longer among them.
Or rather they were no longer among the living. And that was his fault too.
Stories for another time though. And a shout in the distance had him angling to the side, training straight for it as a poisoned arrow, light brown eyes wide and alert and better suited for a predator. It was in silence that he killed, and in silence that he appeared to her then. One shadow becoming more solid, easing forward with his head held high and his eyes hard. He may have felt something for her once, but it'd been a long time since she vanished from him and took his child along with her.
Josie.
And he remembered the customs of this land.
A statement. Then a question.
Where is my son.