04-25-2011, 07:21 PM
(not titled up yet but still apart of DDM again yay)
The behemoth, stood overlooking his once grand shop, the winter storm and the elements afterwards had not been to kind the remains. Saluce sat in silence overlooking it all, wondering if he had the will and energy to rebuild it. The structure was pretty much gone, the tools inside where fine except for maybe some rust or dirt covering them but otherwise it was pretty clear that he’d have to find another place to call home for his shop. He had visited his old home a day ago, finding it pleasantly empty, and he claimed it once again as his. The old two story house was probably one of the bigger homes around except for well, that thought still hurt him.
He had walked to Conor’s old home as well, seeing it dilapidated, run down and empty. So much of his fond memories revolved around this area, where the two where within walking distance. Saluce had been tempted to just light a match and watch it burn, it seemed to only represent the betrayal he had performed on Dahlia. But he didn’t because in the end he wasn’t much better. He had only just returned, and it didn’t seem fitting to label his once leader a coward. But still it didn’t ease it all, there should have been puppies, adults coming and going and the steady echo of conversation going on at Conor’s old place. None of that remained, in the end it was a lesson, nothing ever stayed the same. It was also why he didn’t fault Nayru for her distance; he had left when she needed him most, and gone without a word, even if at that time he didn’t remember her. But surely he could have stayed and tried, how could he have easily forgotten them all too some stupid accident, and now here he was rebuilding not only his shop, but his reputation, and Nayru’s trust. It would be a long road but if everything went well he hoped he could help her now when she needed him.
Saluce turned and mounted his horse, today his armor and Weapon where left at his home, much to the delight of Charlemagne. He even pranced a little in a rare sign of happiness for the beast. A gentle pat was given to him to urge him forward as he left the remains of his shop, unsaid to Charlemagne, there would be labor in his future and Saluce knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d detest it as much as he detested children.
The behemoth, stood overlooking his once grand shop, the winter storm and the elements afterwards had not been to kind the remains. Saluce sat in silence overlooking it all, wondering if he had the will and energy to rebuild it. The structure was pretty much gone, the tools inside where fine except for maybe some rust or dirt covering them but otherwise it was pretty clear that he’d have to find another place to call home for his shop. He had visited his old home a day ago, finding it pleasantly empty, and he claimed it once again as his. The old two story house was probably one of the bigger homes around except for well, that thought still hurt him.
He had walked to Conor’s old home as well, seeing it dilapidated, run down and empty. So much of his fond memories revolved around this area, where the two where within walking distance. Saluce had been tempted to just light a match and watch it burn, it seemed to only represent the betrayal he had performed on Dahlia. But he didn’t because in the end he wasn’t much better. He had only just returned, and it didn’t seem fitting to label his once leader a coward. But still it didn’t ease it all, there should have been puppies, adults coming and going and the steady echo of conversation going on at Conor’s old place. None of that remained, in the end it was a lesson, nothing ever stayed the same. It was also why he didn’t fault Nayru for her distance; he had left when she needed him most, and gone without a word, even if at that time he didn’t remember her. But surely he could have stayed and tried, how could he have easily forgotten them all too some stupid accident, and now here he was rebuilding not only his shop, but his reputation, and Nayru’s trust. It would be a long road but if everything went well he hoped he could help her now when she needed him.
Saluce turned and mounted his horse, today his armor and Weapon where left at his home, much to the delight of Charlemagne. He even pranced a little in a rare sign of happiness for the beast. A gentle pat was given to him to urge him forward as he left the remains of his shop, unsaid to Charlemagne, there would be labor in his future and Saluce knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d detest it as much as he detested children.