Bittersweet Symphony

Liam Catori · 10-13-2011, 05:07 PM

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Liam is in his Optime form. Set on October 10th. ↔ 611 words

The last couple days had been hectic but Liam couldn't complain, because it was that quick and busy pace that helped his mind forget – if only for a little while – about the lives that had been claimed during the raid within his kingdom's boundaries. Aniwaya had launched an attack on Cour des Miracles late last week and now the aftermath was taking its tole on the young man. Seeing his mother like that, broken but keeping a straight face, working to ease her pain... He had spent countless hours by her side healing the injured and at what point he'd needed to just get out for a bit. Enough was enough.

A little before Noon Liam had told his mother that he was going to take a walk. He'd assured her that he wouldn't be wandering about too far from the pack-lands and that he would be back before nightfall. Thus had begun his trot a few miles north-east towards the abandoned city of Halifax.

He had been there maybe once or twice before over the last couple months but never by himself. He was older and stronger now, earning him a lot more liberty to do what he wanted – go where he wanted. His strides were steady, his arm bandaged up from a minor injury that was already healing. His fur was relatively clean, sporting nothing but a bone pendant hanging around his neck by a sturdy leather necklace. He also had an empty tattered rucksack hanging limply on his uninjured shoulder. You see, a part of him hoped he would be able to find a few valuable things that could be used to help heal the many wounds of the warriors that had fought the Aniwayans. They weren't lacking in medical supplies per say, but Liam decided that you could never be too careful. They had defeated the attackers but who said they wouldn't try again in the near future?

Sighing, Liam pushed the gloomy thoughts aside as he glanced up at the tall buildings surrounding him. Halifax was a very intimidating place with all sorts of hidey-holes and potential threats. With the recent events at Cour des Miracles, the King's son had reason enough to be a little on edge as he walked about, bi-colored eyes darting back and forth every time the wind and the city's overgrowth made contact, emitting a soft rustling sound. His nose was also on red alert, occasionally catching the scent of strangers that had walked the land days or weeks ago. Mostly things were quiet now and Liam would prefer it if things stayed that way.

Unfortunately he was learning not to expect so much of fate these days.

It was with a vigilant eye that Liam entered a random building, careful not to put too much weight on the structure in fear that it would topple down on him. For a few minutes Liam looked around at the dark rooms inside the structure. It was so fascinating – yet he wasn't close to finding what he was primarily looking for though. This particular building seemed to have been frequented recently as it had patches where dust was non-existent. Someone had probably gotten all of the valuable stuff already. So he doubled back on his tracks and walked a little further east, stopping when he saw a faded, lopsided sign telling him that he was standing in front of what had once been a possibly very successful little boutique. He was about to investigate further when he caught the scent of someone nearby. Liam froze, his eyes darting back and forth, his body contracting itself into a defensive stance.

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