Scars run Deep P.

Alaki · 03-07-2012, 06:34 PM

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WC:: 337 More fail posts ~ Eat and talk me thinks?

A malicious grin touched his face at the others explanation of her injured arm, “Dead would be my preferred shape, but you better have maimed her at least in return. Can't have you going around giving us a weak name now could we?” he spoke the words, deadly serious and yet joking at the same time. Pausing he suddenly felt awkward, unsure what to say or do next and if he should be saying or do anything, for Aeron wasn't particularly a close friend of his and he wasn't obligated to spent time with her nor keep her company as friends were. Still, it seemed she had little else to do and he definitely had more then enough time to kill. Titling his head towards the doors of the room in a silent way to ask her to follow he headed towards the door, reaching out she pushed the wooden mass open and narrowed his eyes, staring up to the now grey sky.

It had been early morning when he's made his way down to the indoor training grounds, the sun only beginning to rise and the skies, at the time, had been clear. Now storm clouds hung over heard, depressing and ominous in nature. “Looks like it's going to rain” he spoke the thought out loud and stepped free from the shelter of the converted sawmill. As if to spite him a single drop fell and landed on his nose followed by a light down poor. Ignore the drops he progressed over to the barely standing building that acted as a store house for the village at the moment in time. There was no door but as he stepped into the ruin of a building he hit he left shoulder harshly on the frame, having misjudged the distance. Cursing under his breath he shrugged the sore arm and entered into the depths, moving straight over to where he'd left the two cooked rabbits wrapped up tightly that he'd brought with him that morning, courtesy of Alexander.

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