Post by Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek on Jul 5, 2014 6:04:16 GMT -6
Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek
narrator . thought . "speech"
It had been a painful couple of days since Cesare got his arm broken, and sleep had ditched him the minute he tried to close his eyes.
He looked ragged where he stood amongst the blackened ruins of what once was an inn. His once white shirt now stained with ash as it had been used to bind his left arm to his body. It was the only way to keep it from moving too much when he walked, but it still was not good enough. He should have left Morrene and walked back to Faewin to get it fixed, as the area around the break had turned blue and purple.
Cesare thought nothing of it, even when it hurt. Pain was something he could get used to and it would heal even if he did not do anything about it. That's the beauty of the human body - you can push it far beyond what you think you can manage and then, you can push it a little more. And when things go wrong, it adapts to the situation, as pain is just there to remind you that you are still alive.
And alive he was, yet he was not quit sure of how this whole thing would play out. It could go both ways again. The thought of having his right hand broken, made him cringe. He would have to watch his own tongue this time and keep himself from getting hurt. Easier said than done, he thought regretfully while his eyes went over the surrounding area to see if he was alone or not. Thanks to the ash and dust and the godforsaken suns, he could not see much. Great. I broke my arm for nothing.
He looked ragged where he stood amongst the blackened ruins of what once was an inn. His once white shirt now stained with ash as it had been used to bind his left arm to his body. It was the only way to keep it from moving too much when he walked, but it still was not good enough. He should have left Morrene and walked back to Faewin to get it fixed, as the area around the break had turned blue and purple.
Cesare thought nothing of it, even when it hurt. Pain was something he could get used to and it would heal even if he did not do anything about it. That's the beauty of the human body - you can push it far beyond what you think you can manage and then, you can push it a little more. And when things go wrong, it adapts to the situation, as pain is just there to remind you that you are still alive.
And alive he was, yet he was not quit sure of how this whole thing would play out. It could go both ways again. The thought of having his right hand broken, made him cringe. He would have to watch his own tongue this time and keep himself from getting hurt. Easier said than done, he thought regretfully while his eyes went over the surrounding area to see if he was alone or not. Thanks to the ash and dust and the godforsaken suns, he could not see much. Great. I broke my arm for nothing.
ooc notes
I hope this meeting goes better than the first
word count
290 words
tags
Talen Mythik Aureon Gale, Brady
I hope this meeting goes better than the first
word count
290 words
tags
Talen Mythik Aureon Gale, Brady
