Post by Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek on Jul 2, 2014 2:05:25 GMT -6
Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek
narrator . thought . "speech"
Dust seemed to have befriended Cesare.
It even followed him as he opened the door to the tavern and as a final farewell, it settled on his clothes. He knew it would take days to make his simple linen shirt white again, but at least he had kept it from his lungs by covering his mouth and nose with a black scarf. It made the color of his eyes stand out more as they slowly examined each face of those who had gathered here to hide from the wrath of Rafe and Doyn.
He had felt it too, on his long walk from Faewin, but not even ten blistering suns could keep him from achieving his goal. But as he apparently had become cursed, he did not find the one face he was looking for. Without letting his eyes betray his dissapointment or the anger that kept building up for each time he failed, he closed the door and walked towards the bar. The scarf was only removed after he had claimed a seat, but he ordered nothing.
He had to think.
Think about his next move and where to continue his search. He had been unlucky in Faewin and was no where near to finding out where or what happened to Kader. Deep in thought of revenge and all the pain he would inflict on the man once he found him, forced his hand to run along the scar across his eye. He would blinde the man, strip him from his manhood and torture him before he fed his carcass to the horses. Such a blissful noise it would be, to hear the bones crack and to watch the man fade into nothing.
But he was nowhere near of catching the bastard and he was almost out of options of where to find him. He would not give up though, no. He would keep on hunting him until he found the miserable excuse of a man and then.. Then he could move on.
It even followed him as he opened the door to the tavern and as a final farewell, it settled on his clothes. He knew it would take days to make his simple linen shirt white again, but at least he had kept it from his lungs by covering his mouth and nose with a black scarf. It made the color of his eyes stand out more as they slowly examined each face of those who had gathered here to hide from the wrath of Rafe and Doyn.
He had felt it too, on his long walk from Faewin, but not even ten blistering suns could keep him from achieving his goal. But as he apparently had become cursed, he did not find the one face he was looking for. Without letting his eyes betray his dissapointment or the anger that kept building up for each time he failed, he closed the door and walked towards the bar. The scarf was only removed after he had claimed a seat, but he ordered nothing.
He had to think.
Think about his next move and where to continue his search. He had been unlucky in Faewin and was no where near to finding out where or what happened to Kader. Deep in thought of revenge and all the pain he would inflict on the man once he found him, forced his hand to run along the scar across his eye. He would blinde the man, strip him from his manhood and torture him before he fed his carcass to the horses. Such a blissful noise it would be, to hear the bones crack and to watch the man fade into nothing.
But he was nowhere near of catching the bastard and he was almost out of options of where to find him. He would not give up though, no. He would keep on hunting him until he found the miserable excuse of a man and then.. Then he could move on.
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I hope this is okay as a first post!
word count
334 words
tags
Talen Mythik Aureon Gale, Brady
I hope this is okay as a first post!
word count
334 words
tags
Talen Mythik Aureon Gale, Brady
