06-20-2009, 08:37 PM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> Back-dated to the 20th? Word Count: 395 The horse could not stay still, and it seemed to the male as if a projection of his own unease. Still every joint in his body ached, and he should not really be standing where he was standing. Duty called, however. Such a casual sentence to describe what he was doing, something which wasn't casual at all. His gaze was kept straight ahead, refusing to recognize what was behind him, in a crude woven bag across the horse's back. He had retrieved the bag's contents after a nauseating trip through Halifax, every step reliving the event which seemed hazy and blurred in his mind. Though the city looked better in sunlight, the room in which they had fought did not, and he had thrown up several times at the sight which met him. The taste was sore in his throat, and his back and chest still stung, but he paid no more attention to the pains than what was needed. He'd spent hours in the river later the same day, feeling the water rush by him and wanting it to cleanse him, although there was no such possible thing as that. Fresh herbs applied to the wounds and numerous scratches after the long bath hadn't made the matters better in terms of pain, although he knew it was good for the healing process. The pain would be endured, and there would be no drinking of teas or mixtures to ease him along the process. He would not allow himself ease. Opening his mouth only the slightest, the male let out a howl, demanding the attention of someone in charge. Thinking back, he remembered the personality of Jefferson, the one-eyed scarred patriarch which had greeted him last time. He seemed sensible enough not to question the events which had preceded this one too much, and if whoever greeted him did question him, they would find he did not want to speak. Gvihita, however, did, but that was another matter. The great bird sat, now, in a tree close by - the male had stopped right outside the borders, and was awaiting someone to address him, still sitting on the horse. Blank-faced, he waited there, and when this matter had been settled, he would travel to find Cwmfen. Then, if he still had strength, he would return home and sleep again. If he could sleep, that is. |