05-26-2011, 10:54 PM
(set at the northern most part of Drifter Bay at the Pictou River)
Christian was irritated by the slow pace their party mates had been showing lately. Seemed at least Verena was ready to keep on going, and that suited him. The famed souls land was talked about across the ocean like a paradise, but he only saw what was the same as where he had been. Paradise was only a dream of hope and he was sure this place had its own hell on earth places that would drive anyone to re-think their original impressions of this land. Of course he was the prince out of all of them and they may not have traveled to as many places as he but he didn’t hold the hope that so many of his compatriots about this place.
The prince of knives only walked on before there seemed to be some distance separating him and the others, except for Verena. His eyes moved over to hers for the moment, wondering what she wanted to do. Already he had told her that he was hers if she wanted him, and he was prepared to accept any orders she would give him, but he didn’t like this. If Layla had run away then she didn’t want to be a part of this family is his eyes. But the same could be said for him, giving up his birth rights to start anew here.
He wore all of his weapons and his fur was somewhat matted from all the travel they had been doing for a while. Grooming wasn’t something he had, had much time to do. His fur was currently shedding its winter coat and it being longer it was starting to irritate him. Finally he was starting to have enough.
“I need to stop,” he said in English to her, almost pleading. He needed to be away from everyone else, thinking it a private matter to be done away from prying eyes.
Christian was irritated by the slow pace their party mates had been showing lately. Seemed at least Verena was ready to keep on going, and that suited him. The famed souls land was talked about across the ocean like a paradise, but he only saw what was the same as where he had been. Paradise was only a dream of hope and he was sure this place had its own hell on earth places that would drive anyone to re-think their original impressions of this land. Of course he was the prince out of all of them and they may not have traveled to as many places as he but he didn’t hold the hope that so many of his compatriots about this place.
The prince of knives only walked on before there seemed to be some distance separating him and the others, except for Verena. His eyes moved over to hers for the moment, wondering what she wanted to do. Already he had told her that he was hers if she wanted him, and he was prepared to accept any orders she would give him, but he didn’t like this. If Layla had run away then she didn’t want to be a part of this family is his eyes. But the same could be said for him, giving up his birth rights to start anew here.
He wore all of his weapons and his fur was somewhat matted from all the travel they had been doing for a while. Grooming wasn’t something he had, had much time to do. His fur was currently shedding its winter coat and it being longer it was starting to irritate him. Finally he was starting to have enough.
“I need to stop,” he said in English to her, almost pleading. He needed to be away from everyone else, thinking it a private matter to be done away from prying eyes.