Post by phrostphyre on Jun 30, 2010 20:35:58 GMT -5
Convel had tried sleeping. The night had fallen, with him on a cot in one of the endless barracks, sharing sleeping space with soldiers afraid of him. The night before he had gotten drunk as a skunk, then woken up with a hangover. Sleep came so hard, after kidnapping Mali away from the Varden. He either spent the night drunk, or practicing with his sword. Sometimes, he felt the blade come alive in his hands, the steel a living thing, an extension to his arm, a part of him. This night had been no different, and now rivers of sweat ran down his body as he stood in the huge room, sword grip sweaty in his left hand as the right rubbed a sore shoulder.
The eggs seemed intelligent, almost as if they were watching the tall, red haired man. He ignored the feeling of being hunted and strode resolutely forward, kilt stirring as he moved. His plaid hung behind him, letting him cool off as it swung as he moved like a panther. The room seemed to close in on him as he neared the eggs, distaste visible as he touched each one. He didn't like the Rider institution, as it enslaved a race meant to be free, free to dominate their homeland as they had been meant to. Convel ignored the eggs other than what he been told to do, touch them. He waited impatiently for the guard to tell him his time was up.
Convel went to his cot grateful for the sleep the exhaustion provided.
The eggs seemed intelligent, almost as if they were watching the tall, red haired man. He ignored the feeling of being hunted and strode resolutely forward, kilt stirring as he moved. His plaid hung behind him, letting him cool off as it swung as he moved like a panther. The room seemed to close in on him as he neared the eggs, distaste visible as he touched each one. He didn't like the Rider institution, as it enslaved a race meant to be free, free to dominate their homeland as they had been meant to. Convel ignored the eggs other than what he been told to do, touch them. He waited impatiently for the guard to tell him his time was up.
Convel went to his cot grateful for the sleep the exhaustion provided.
